Dr. Nikhil Joshi
The voice of God was soothing, like cool water over a burn. “Know that I hear the words of those who say they are powerless and those that reckon themselves all powerful. I hold both in my hand, and love them equally. That you believe that the ending to the story of your life is already written is true: You die. Then you live again. Plenty and dearth, joy and sorrow; you cycle endlessly through them while you labour on this earth. #TheCompanion
And I asked God, “What then of my purpose in life? Why am I on this earth?” My soul grew silent and brooding, for it was ignorant as I of the reason for these earthly shackles. The voice of God was like chimes in the breeze. “All my children are united in purpose, like petals arranged in a flower, together and separate at once. And the only reason for your existence is to know Me and to sow love upon this earth. Bind yourself to love and you join yourself to Me. It matters not what you…
My soul rose like a wounded serpent and bit me saying Has it not become plain to you that our Master is not the author of any misery on this earth but that misguided zealots sow destruction in this world? You blame the teachings of religion; I blame the inattentive students who see only the flesh of the fruit and not the seeds. I grew pensive at my souls scolding. #TheCompanion
Son who are those set aside as sane or mad? Thoughts beyond the scope of the masses are often reviled as in a city of fools the wise are ridiculed. In a village of cripples the one who runs is deemed rash; in a flock of wingless birds those who soar are cast out. Living without communion with Me is the ultimate madness.