Reflections On The Past, Krishna Willing

With my house successfully cleaned and now looking better than ever, I’ve had the opportunity to turn my gaze inwards towards my own motives and thoughts more than ever.

Of course, when considering the trichotomy of Krishna’s three guiding philosophies one always risks falling into a pitfall of too much introspection.

Part of the problem with engaging with philosophies alien to our own is that you are more likely to engage in thoughts that risk challenging your own perception of the world. As much as this may sound like a good thing, (thousands of people, after all, actively seek out exotic trips and excursions for exactly that) engaging in thought problems and ideas of consciousness outside of your frame of reference can lead to you focusing too much on your inner self.

Now that I’ve brought my personal life back in check, I’m hoping to bring more balance to my life in general. It would be too easy to return to work and continue in the fashion that I was acting before.

The human mind abhors sudden change. That is what I’ve learnt during the last year or so. When I was initially introduced to the notion of the Triple Gunas I was initially sceptical. The man to introduce it to me is the only Hindu man that I’ve ever met. You might be surprised by that, but please remember that I live in a remote region of the Westcountry, far removed from any Religious communities or populations of ethnic minorities. I met him in my local pub, a jobbing plasterer who had travelled to England in order to find work, away from his home country of Spain.

I’d come to a pivotal moment in my life.

I’d just taken control of the farm and was dealt with the daunting task of finding a way to make money out of an enterprise that had already cost me my entire life savings. Of course, like any country boy, I knew that the first port of call was the pub. As we all know, there’s a long lineage of good decisions made in the public house all over England, every Friday and Saturday night. That night, after a handful of pints, I was nowhere closer to solving the whole laundry line of problems that were ailing me. I still needed to hire hands for the farm, equipment needed to be bought and business links with retailers were yet to be made. In short, this was no time to be getting drunk.

Luckily, that night I met the person who would (eventually) put me on the right path to financial and spiritual success.

Pablo taught me more that night about life than I had learnt in 5 years of school and 3 years of agricultural school. He was new to the country, had few friends, but seemed somehow at peace with the world. Had I met him today, knowing what I know, then I would have recognised him as a stranger who was perfectly at peace with himself. A man who had come to accept the warring gunas inside him – understanding the motives that drove his subconscious mind – who was blissfully unphased by the problems of the modern day man.

But how had he attained this level of inner peace? That is a story for another time.

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