Once a saint was going home to home asking for alms. He knocked on a door and called out, “Bhiksham Dehi (Give me alms).” A little girl came out of house and sadly said, “Baba, we are poor, we have nothing to give you.” Saint smiled and said, “Do not refuse daughter. If you don’t have anything else, you can give me some mud from your house courtyard.” Girl picked up a handful of mud and put it in saint’s alms-pot.
There was a disciple who was accompanying saint. He saw all this and asked saint, “Guru ji, We could have go to another house for alms. Why did you ask her to give you mud in alms?” Saint replied, “Son, if she had said no today, she would never have been able to give again. Today, you know what happened when when she gave mud? She will learn to give. Today, mud has been given, if spirit of giving has awakened in her. If it becomes strong, she will give fruits and flowers in future.’ Ancient Hindu texts stress the importance of giving donations on Makar Sankranti a day that marks the end of the bitter cold, when the sun transits to Capricorn heralding good tidings, harvest and prosperity. The wise sages also stressed to get young children to so that the Spirit of Giving is Inculcated in them from a young age.
Oubaitori is a beautiful Japanese word with such a deep meaning. You are perfect as you are. And will blossom when your time is right. Do not compare your journey with anyone else’s. Comparison is the road to misery and puts your focus on someone else. Why waste precious energy on comparison instead of focussing and celebrating your own special place in this planet
When we are younger there’s so much pressure to be like our peers. To listen to the same music. To speak the same language. To wear the latest fashion. To vibe similarly. As we grow older we understand our own strengths and uniqueness. And slowly begin to accept that which makes us different from the others. This process of discovery can be painful but also revelatory. I remember how people would mimic my accent. Or mock me for being “introverted” as if it was a bad thing not to want to party every night. Or insist I drink alcohol, despite the fact I said I didn’t like the flavour. Even choosing to take the alternative path of Tarot and Healing way back in 2001 was considered offbeat when everyone else I knew was in the corporate world. It’s taken me years to embrace my quirks and choices and in the process I’ve learnt to experience a different kind of freedom, by just being me.
Fortunately in 2023 the world has changed tremendously. Buzzwords like “Be YOU” “Be Yourself” have become mantras for living. Inclusivity of gender, disability, work choices, colour, sexuality are more the norm globally. The world has become more accepting of our individual differences. The individual is celebrated and independent thought is considered necessary. Maybe not everywhere, but it’s certainly a growing trend. And I pray it continues long after I am on this planet.
And that’s what the card for the week suggests.
Cherish and love what makes you different.
Self worth comes from deep inside, not others people opinions, likes and follows.
Know that you are here for a purpose – nothing is random.
“What a privilege to be here on the planet to contribute your unique donation to humankind. Each face in the rainbow of colors that populate our world is precious and special.” Morris Dees
Wishing everyone a Happy New Year full of good health, happiness and success!
While meditating this morning before my cards I asked the question “What message can I share with the world for 2023?” and the card of Sharing appeared. “Again.” I thought and the cards reminded me that lessons are repeated until all of us learn. Sharing, giving back, generosity have been spoken about again and again by the ancients reminding us that the key to happiness is not limited to thinking about only ourselves, our comfort, our growth but going beyond to our community, our neighbours, our co-inhabitants on this planet. When we give our time, our energy, our possessions, we receive a reward that’s incomparable. It’s a deep, fulfilling satisfaction that reminds us that we are not here only for ourselves but for the others at large.
The world too will see instances where people’s selflessness will bring gasps of admiration. Inclusivity not only in the workplace, in politics and media will grow as minorities, women, people of colour, the queer communit, people with special needs are given more space to express themselves and be heard. Collaborations between countries be it in terms of trade, medicine or knowledge increase. The more you give, the more you receive. The more you think in terms of the other person, the team, the community and the world, the more everyone benefits and grows.
“We make a living by what we have. We make a life by what we give”
Sharing goes beyond making a donation. Sharing can be giving food to a hungry soul. Giving time to someone who needs you. Giving credit to the others in a team. Expressing feelings of appreciation to those who made a difference. Encouraging and motivating a student. Lending a hand.
We’ve seen enough examples of selfish behaviour in the past. And it’s brought no one happiness. Not the taker, not the person who’s been used by the taker. Time to shift the paradigm if we want to make this world a wee bit better.
“Happiness comes from helping others, by being with others, and by sharing, even if it’s only a smile.” ― Zain Hashmi
Goodbye 2022. It’s time to let go of the unnecessary baggage and move forward. Travelling light. Free of any resentment,grievance and regret. Hopefully wiser and less fatter in the months ahead 😃 Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting the people and the experiences that drained me it’s a state of acceptance of whatever happened and to keep going with gratitude for all the life lessons 2022 has taught me. Here’s wishing you a day to be free of whatever holds you back ✨🙏🏼.
She was a highly successful GM of a huge company with multiple responsibilities and multiple accolades under her belt. But her heart was constantly on the search.. She would keep seeking out reading after reading from anyone she could find who could read Astrology/Numerology/Tarot/Runes to find out if she would ever get married.
She searched online and finally found someone she thought would be Mr Right. He’d just come back from USA, was working in a multinational and was too good to be true. He picked her up and dropped her to work, sent her flowers, and was always eager to spend the weekend at her place.
“Everyone I have consulted says he will marry me. What do YOU think Mita?”
With the 7 of Quills, I could only think conman, liar, thief and told her to mind the red flags and take her time before rushing to tie the knot. She laughed and rolled up her eyes at the reading and left.
A few weeks later she was back.
Ever since she started nudging him toward a commitment he’d been evasive. He called her once saying his shipment had come from USA but the bank was’nt transferring his savings, so could she pay the Transport costs and he would pay her back later. She transferred the money and he thanked her profusely. And then disappeared.
While she went back to all the numerologists/readers/astrologers asking if he would return. Still in denial about the money.
“Yes he will reconnect. But there may be an unpleasant shock around the corner”.”
Again she rolled up her eyes at the cards, content with the knowledge that he would return.
Several weeks later she was back. The radiance was gone. She looked gaunt, drained of her life force, slightly dishevelled and in dire need of sleep.
“He did meet me. He came over and spent the weekend with me while his apartment was getting renovated. Left really early saying he had a meeting. Wouldn’t let me drop him to work, acted strange, as if he was in a hurry. He didn’t even hug me good bye. Something didn’t feel right. Was he lying?” she mumbled on, a little dazed by recent events.
“I called up the company where he worked. They said they had never heard of him. I called up the company’s headquarters in Europe and they had never heard of him either. I opened my wardrobe and found my gold jewellery was missing. Every single thing my mom gave me when she died he took and disappeared”
Sadly she never did find him or get her jewellery back. He turned out to have a fake identity and never to be found. However as she admits, this was a lesson for her to take her time before giving too much of herself to online love. And may we all learn from her experience that what appears online may not necessarily be real. Always, pay attention to the red flags. Always.