SURFING FOR GANGAJI

As I said, I am not looking for another guru, another set of rules to live by. I am walking through this world, looking around like some lost innocent child. I learn things at my own pace because I am who I am. Sometimes, when I’m tired, in order to relax, I lie on the couch in front of the television and surf.

In this case, I was channel surfing. I do that a lot when I watch TV. I move from channel to channel, my mind going to what is more pleasing to it. News of Iraq, music videos, stock reports, Happy Days, CNN, news in Spanish, the movie channel, HBO, back to the news of Iraq.

Maharishi describes living on the surface as being a leaf blown by the wind going this way and that—all at the mercy of the wind.

Channel surfing is a microcosm of that—a great short film of our bigger lives where we drift around from activity to activity, project to project, from food to food, job to job, relationship to relationship—all these things as if we’re being blown around helter-skelter by the wind. Nothing is there to ground us—to give meaning to our lives. Instead we are just going from thing to thing in some meaningless dance.

But every so often something or someone along the way stops me. Something catches my eye. That was Gangaji. Her beautiful white, blonde hair and her engaging smile is what caught me at first. Then I started to listen what she was saying.

Basically, she was saying that all we need we have. There is nothing to add, nothing to take away. What I was hearing was exactly what I know to be true. I no longer have the need to be taught anything more. There is nothing to teach if we have it all, already. All there is to do is to know this.

I am perfect as I am. We all are. We only need to recognize this.

People like Gangaji are here to remind us. I’m glad I found her on my television.