This World Is Not Your Home

 

You have become too comfortable, dear one.

Your entire life, your dreams, your hopes, and your magnificent expectations all reside within the width of a single breath. Take away the breath, and both you and they will vanish.

You have hired great architects. You have consulted with great contractors to build your house. Just as you want it. With bedrooms just thus. And the floorplan just perfect.

But have you seen the foundation upon which this house is built? Though the ground may look solid it is not ground but earth. Earth which shifts and moves and collides with terrestrial plates. Though the surface may look serene, within its core is a molten and cataclysmic violence that you do not see. A force that created the mighty Himalayas.

Do you believe that your house will withstand this?

You have become so comfortable in your little fabricated society. You have decided on a patch of earth, and claimed it as your own. You have planted your private garden and decorated your porch.

You have joined your local church. You have chosen your political candidate. You have decided upon your favorite news channel.

How comfortable you have become.

Your church worships only the image of God. It knows him not.

Your politicians offer words in exchange for a vote. They are glorified loudspeakers. They are not human beings.

Your news channel does not report the news. It creates it. And you consume the stories it tells you.

Your society of artificial flowers houses your artificial existence. It names the tune and you dance to its every one.

When will you understand that the street upon which you live is only a decorated existence?

When will you understand that the house in which you live will one day fall? For it is no match for the earth upon which it stands.

When will you understand that that which lives today will die tomorrow?

You have made this hotel your home. And you have become a part of the furniture. You have fallen for the grand illusion that your society has created.

Is there anything here for you?

Examine the way you feel on a given day. You feel the longing to belong. And this is what your society and its politicians and its religions exploit. Your need to be part of a group.

But why does a glorious individual such as you need to belong to anything? Why must you join a group? Why must you become a cog in any wheel? Why must you raise your placard in support? Or your flag in protest?

What is there to support, other than than your need to discover who you truly are?

Have you not created enough identities? Do you need still to create more?

They are suffocating you. They require you to create a different face for each of them. And in creating so many faces, you have forgotten your very own.

By nestling into this society you have forgotten your home.

Ride down main street. Acknowledge the creativity of human beings who have manufactured such a convincing illusion. Acknowledge the figures in the windows. And the paintings on the wall.

But understand that you are simply passing through. Your home is somewhere far away. And the life that you created here was simply a play in the sandbox. A drama on a stage.

The play is over. The drama has ended. And now you must return. To your home in the stars. Where no life need be created. Where no society need be joined.

It is the home that you have always longed for. It is the one you yearn for still. You have always felt it calling you. It waits for you still.

Come, let’s pack your bags. And settle your affairs. Shake the politician’s hand. And bow one final time at the altar.

Wave goodbye to your friends. And thank your boss.

For it is now time to return.

To the home you have never known.

To the one that has always known you.

Dr. Gupta travels the world working with True Seekers. His clientele consists of professional athletes, executives, and celebrities. He helps them become The God Of Their Own Life.

Kapil@KapilGuptaMD.com