Tuesday, August 16th, 2016
There appears to be a more leisurely mood amongst people in the evening. Philosophy, in its most fundamental form, can be somewhat more digestible before one retires for the night. The following is what I encountered during my trek after sundown.
At Davenport and Bay, two young women came up to me and asked, “Can you tell me something?”
“Yes! We are not these bodies. We are spirits.”
At that point, a cab-driver whom I know, Uttamananda—my support person for May & June—honked his horn behind me to get my attention. I was happy to see him. I had a quick exchange and pulled back to give attention to the girls.
“So, that cab driver is the superior intelligence, the spirit. The cab is a machine, the body. The driver and that which he drives have to be differentiated. You are the spirit, and the body is what you are driving.” They expressed their thanks.
I moved on to amble by Bloor Street.
“Hi!” said the young fellow, “I’m Mathew. I’m an undertaker. I meet people from different spiritual paths all the time. When the bodies come to me, they are all the same.” He and I had more to say. It was profound.
Further west on Bloor, and another fellow began speaking, which encouraged me to stop walking.
“I read a book on Buddha. It was deep.”
“Actually I’m a Hare Krishna monk,” I clarified. “We believe the body is different from the self. You are a spirit, a power house.”
The fellow listened. He called his buddy.
“Hey, listen to what the monk is saying.” So I repeated my words. The friend pulled off his hat, stroked his hair with his hand as if to digest my words. I left them with that.
May the Source be with you!