Baba Nam Kevalam and the Cosmological Argument for God as a Path to Caring for The World-Soul (Weltgeist)

11058356_943032135739631_8743384564072055680_n Sleep is a cooling water to my mind.  I took some sleep medicine last night and got a very deep and solid sleep.  I feel so good this morning.  Fresh and rested and ready for the day.  The sleep is a soothing water that calms the forces engaged in thought around complex dark topics like Middle Eastern politics and race as I wrote about in the last couple of posts like this one.  It is nice to express the issues in writing and verse to articulate it and get the ideas out and then move onto to bigger and brighter things like healing.  I did two very nice activities yesterday.  I went to the Yoga club of the University of Minnesota and led a class with yoga.  It was the first time that I had ever led a class.  It was so nice!  I led a couple of new friends through asana postures that I had learned in Bikram yoga and in my book called Light on Yoga.  We then we out to dinner for pizza afterwards and shared a very nice social time together.  I talked to one friend in particular and he told me about how in meditation on the mantra Baba Nam Kevalam that I can meditate on love and the great interconnectedness of all life in the universe to discover a connection to all beings.  Here is a Soundcloud channel with kirtan chanting that captures some of the songs with this mantra.  The idea is to meditate on the mantra and let the thoughts that arise, even the difficult dark ones be embraced by the love of the mantra and be forgiving and gentle to the anger and pain and hold the thoughts in the inner light of the collective consciousness of God.  Let God’s love irradiate the darkness with love.  Also to this end, I participated in a Christian Bible study that I started a couple weeks ago at lunch time on Thursday at noon at my building for work.  The idea behind the Bible study was to gather friends in science to talk about God from a Christian perspective.  It was very nice.  We talked about the Gospel of John and connected it to Genesis 1 and Job.  I shared about some thoughts about Thomas Aquinas’s cosmological argument for the existence of God.  It was very nice and I felt that I have some new brothers and sisters in Christ together in that group.  Very beautiful!  I feel good today and happy to share love in the face of darkness.  Indeed, perhaps that is the way to heal the suffering that I wrote about in the last few posts.  I do not think that grand actions, though they are needed, to always heal the wounds of the world.  Perhaps it is just as simple as living in the moment and sharing love with the universe via connection with God in moment to moment awareness as to what is needed.  In this way, the process of Mindfulness is an engagement with God in the present moment, the only moment we actually have.

The World-Soul

Thanks to the morning light,
Thanks to the seething sea,
To the uplands of New Hampshire,
To the green-haired forest free;
Thanks to each man of courage,
To the maids of holy mind,
To the boy with his games undaunted,
Who never looks behind.
Cities of proud hotels,
Houses of rich and great,
Vice nestles in your chambers,
Beneath your roofs of slate.
It cannot conquer folly,
Time-and-space-conquering steam,—
And the light-outspeeding telegraph
Bears nothing on its beam.

The politics are base,
The letters do not cheer,
And ’tis far in the deeps of history—
The voice that speaketh clear.
Trade and the streets ensnare us,
Our bodies are weak and worn,
We plot and corrupt each other,
And we despoil the unborn.

Yet there in the parlor sits
Some figure of noble guise,
Our angel in a stranger’s form,
Or woman’s pleading eyes;
Or only a flashing sunbeam
In at the window pane;
Or music pours on mortals
Its beautiful disdain.

The inevitable morning
Finds them who in cellars be,
And be sure the all-loving Nature
Will smile in a factory.
Yon ridge of purple landscape,
Yon sky between the walls,
Hold all the hidden wonders
In scanty intervals.

Alas, the sprite that haunts us
Deceives our rash desire,
It whispers of the glorious gods,
And leaves us in the mire:
We cannot learn the cipher
That’s writ upon our cell,
Stars help us by a mystery
Which we could never spell.

If but one hero knew it,
The world would blush in flame,
The sage, till he hit the secret,
Would hang his head for shame.
But our brothers have not read it,
Not one has found the key,
And henceforth we are comforted,
We are but such as they.

Still, still the secret presses,
The nearing clouds draw down,
The crimson morning flames into
The fopperies of the town.
Within, without, the idle earth
Stars weave eternal rings,
The sun himself shines heartily,
And shares the joy he brings.

And what if trade sow cities
Like shells along the shore,
And thatch with towns the prairie broad
With railways ironed o’er;—
They are but sailing foambells
Along Thought’s causing stream,
And take their shape and Sun-color
From him that sends the dream.

For destiny does not like
To yield to men the helm,
And shoots his thought by hidden nerves
Throughout the solid realm.
The patient Dæmon sits
With roses and a shroud,
He has his way, and deals his gifts—
But ours is not allowed.

He is no churl or trifler,
And his viceroy is none,
Love-without-weakness,
Of genius sire and son;
And his will is not thwarted,—
The seeds of land and sea
Are the atoms of his body bright,
And his behest obey.

He serveth the servant,
The brave he loves amain,
He kills the cripple and the sick,
And straight begins again;
For gods delight in gods,
And thrust the weak aside;
To him who scorns their charities,
Their arms fly open wide.

When the old world is sterile,
And the ages are effete,
He will from wrecks and sediment
The fairer world complete.
He forbids to despair,
His cheeks mantle with mirth,
And the unimagined good of men
Is yeaning at the birth.

Spring still makes spring in the mind,
When sixty years are told;
Love wakes anew this throbbing heart,
And we are never old.
Over the winter glaciers,
I see the summer glow,
And through the wild-piled snowdrift
The warm rose buds below.

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About kayaerbil

I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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