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Lately I've been feeling a little blah and introspective. This is a pretty fair representation of how I've felt lately.
The look on her face seems to say to me "I must punish myself, but I'm starting to forget the reason why..."
A lonely landscape.In an anonymous wilderness of South Italy. Only a sound in this silence:the steps of walking .
A landscape illustration unfolds with washed colors, presenting grey flat plains stretching into the distance. The skyline looms in darkness, adding to the gloomy mood of the scene. This digital art painting captures a somber atmosphere, evoking a sense of melancholy and introspection.
Spirituality may include introspection, and the development of an individual's inner life through practices such as meditation, prayer and contemplation. The belief of a greater being its part of our human existence from the beginning of time. Religion is one of the most important characteristics of our human existence. Some Arizonians travel to Sedona to encounter their personal spiritual experience...That Sparks their Human Soul.
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While a conflict of interest, be it in life or in fiction, can bring about self-introspection, strange though it may seem, a casual encounter could lead to self-discovery. So it happened with me in the wake of my rebuff to a dogged tempter, “money is not my weakness” and his “what is your weakness” repartee; for the record, either I had been a straight purchase officer or a strict loss assessor, occupations amenable to monetary mischief.
However, the idea of this article is not to gloat over my uprightness but to present the genesis of my attitude to money and the vicissitudes of my life as a subject matter for possible research. But the caveat is that much of my growing up that shaped the same was in the times when the social pulls and the peer pressures, not to speak of the student stress, weren’t, as they have come to become of late, as emotionally unsettling. It was primarily because, as compared to the times now, in the days of yore, life tended to furrow in the tracks of karma siddhanta’s poorva janma sukrutam; the happy circumstances of one’s current life are the outcomes of the previous versions’ noble deeds. Besides keeping envy out of life’s framework for the equanimity of the haves and the have-nots alike, this karmic concept boded well for the collective social conduct buttressed by the individual hope of a bettered future life, never mind the bitter one on hand. But lest the laid back attitude should breed in societal lethargy, the dharmic work culture for a pragmatic life was formulated in v 47, ch2, Bhagvad-Gita: Treatise of Self-help, thus: “Hold as patent on thy work / Reckon thou not on royalty / With no way to ceasing work / Never mind outcome but go on.”
Given my birth in August 1948, so to say, I was conceived under the flying Tiranga and lived the first decade of my life in Kothalanka, a remote village in the picturesque Konaseema of the agrarian Andhra Pradesh. There my paternal grandfather Thimmaiah happened to hold a ten-acre paddy field and a five-acre coconut grove and as was the wont of the landed gentry in that era, he leased out all of that. It was in that rural setting, in those leisurely times, as the eldest of the third generation in a frugal household, that I have had a carefree childhood. But, when I turned ten, my father Peraiah, a remarkable man whom I sketched as A Character of Sorts in Glaring Shadow, my stream of consciousness novel, had shifted base to Amalapuram, a nearby small town, apparently for bettering my education.
And better it did for me. In the first academic year itself, I could make myself eligible for the merit-cum-means scholarship that though I chose to forego offhand and did not think much of it either to inform even my mother Kamakshi about it. But, having come to know of my ‘foolhardy act’ from my class fellows, when my grandfather questioned my strange conduct, I reminded him that it was he who told me that we are well-heeled, and he had no more to say. But, it was much later, and long after he disposed off that family silver and mismanaged its proceeds, that I realized my little eleven-year old rustic head could have instinctively figured out that our then family means made me peremptorily ineligible for the scholarship on that count. However, despite the latter-day material modesty, my attitude to money stayed course with my life and times as my youthful grasp of the ethereal value of woman’s effervescent love made the moolah inconsequential to my being as well as immaterial to my belonging, thereby ensuring that I remained immune to its lures that is notwithstanding the truism in the adage that ‘love is no more than a hackneyed expression unless backed by money’.
It’s thus, Napoleon Bonaparte’s “the surest way to remain poor is to be honest,” has been fine with me, and thankfully, with my spouse Naagamani as well. Nevertheless, the inexplicable period of penury that followed my cold shouldering a one crore bribe made me wonder whether goddess Lakshmi, feeling slighted at long last, thought it fit to punish me, the audacious errant. But, having subjected us to a four-year financial ordeal, as if to validate the Sanatana dharma’s credo, dharmo rakshati rakshita (righteousness protects the righteous persons); the goddess had finally relented by putting our life back on its modest track, so it seemed.
However, as it appears, maybe, Suresh Prabhu of my Jewel-less Crown: Saga of Life, has unraveled the ramifications of the moolah in its Spirituality of Materialism thus: “It’s the character of money to corrupt the ardent, tease the vacillating and curse the indifferent. That way, there seems to be no escape for man from money. You’re damned if you have it and accursed for the lack of it”. What is more, by way of showing an escape route to his bride Vidya, he cautioned her; “make money the measure and you are in for trouble dear”; it is as if he has alerted all of us to its pitfalls so that we can collectively regulate our monetary heads to make the best use of our life within our mundane means.
Shadow Work
Shadow Work is a process wherein one explores the more hidden and repressed aspects of one’s personality. Through introspection one uncovers parts of themselves that are consciously disowned, suppressed, and rejected, but subconsciously these aspects come to fruition through thoughts and actions. With the knowledge of these aspects one is better able to be control.
Shadow Work helps one connect and understand with one’s entire identity, and by inference is better able to relate to humanity as a whole.
In modern times the idea of Shadow Work started out as a rough idea by Sigmund Freud but greatly expanded upon by Carl Jung. In my opinion Shadow Work is a truly ancient idea explored by ancient philosophers and mystics with the goal of greater understanding and enlightenment.
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This was the end of my first day on vacation back in February. Jones Knob is a short side trail from the several days hike called the Bartram Trail in NC. As you can see, its rapidly becoming a dome. The trees on top were not just in hibernation, they were deceased. Pollution perhaps, though it would appear that erosion had the upper hand.
Darkness comes early in the winter months. That would be the main drawback about winter hiking for me. And it was obvious that I would get no farther this day, even though there were many more miles that I could see, stretching across the opposing Fishhawk Mountain peaks. Maybe it was that, maybe the desolate landscape; but for whatever reason, I was in a very wistful, melancholy mood.
Mountains can be more than just scenery. To me, they are the places where I revel in powerful emotions, and come away cleansed in body and soul. And even though this wasn't exactly what you would call "scenic", it means a lot to me to just look back and remember that day. Not a place, but a feeling.