My book of life

I went to theosophy on Tuesday night to my first introduction of the celebration of the wesak festival full moon. It was fantastic. One of the stories John mentioned was the idea of having a book to write in, something that we could write something in and commit to for that following month.

Well that idea really hit a chord with me. I have spent much of yesterday and today thinking about it, and have concluded it could be the next big leap for me.

I have grabbed an empty exercise book, and titled it simply...MY BOOK OF LIFE.

The reason I have called it this, is because when I succeed at this adventure, I will have truly lived my life.

Here is what I Propose to do. Opening up the empty book, I am going to divide the first page into two columns. On the first column I will write something about myself that is worthy of change. It will be something that I believe will contribute towards my next initiation; something that I know is holding me back. On the second column I will write something that I am going to add into my life. Together these two columns combine to act as a bridge to take me to the other side of my life.

Each night I will commit to living on the other side of life, where that change has already been made.

My plan is to write down on the first page something of meaning for my next day. Then throughout the day I refer to this idea.

We are constantly engaged in looking for keys. Yet the keys are everywhere. Keys are used to undo locks. The locks are harder to find than the keys. Locks are covered by the things we need to change. A student doesn't begin their journey of learning for themselves until the teacher stops teaching for while the master speaks, the student is engaged only in absorbing that knowledge. Only as the teacher steps away is the true environment of discovery for the student availed to them.

A teacher doesn't become a master until they learn silence in the presence of a student.

What then is the purpose of conversation?