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From the black Eames chair that I have sat in as a therapist for well over 10,000 hours, 2012 parades forth as the catalyst humans need to jar them from their slumber. Blessings to the Mayans for their implantation of an alarm bell into the future collective consciousness of humanity.
Whether they have predicted the end of times, the beginning of a new spiritual era or nothing at all, we should not delay the existential question most everyone avoids in order to focus on thoughts that keep their self-concept and lives in tact. Now, let’s ask:
Unfortunately for my hapless parents and tolerant friends, I have asked myself this question dozens of times a day from far (far) too young an age. I ask this question of others for a living and when bored at social gatherings to receive countless blank stares accompanied by the white noise emitted from their overloaded machinery.
The majority’s momentum requires you not ask this basic question. Life, like molasses, tastes dense and yummy, sucks you in and dumps you into a sugar coma. Satiated with daily routine and dramatic life turns that we blame on others, life drips by drop by drop.
Why do you exist?
It’s not a scary question, yet 99.9% of humanity waits until they’re ill, on their deathbed or not even then to wonder what we’re doing here. Ask when you’re young, lucid, in good health, still have choices, before you procreate, marry and divorce.
This year, the Mayans dare us to consider the purpose of our existence before it’s too late. We may never know whether their assertion/prediction/invitation is real or not. Yet, we can use it as a tool to recover the inquiry that remains buried under the debris of our lives, beating a rhythm deep in our hearts. Even as we run from errand to errand, job to home, job at home, laundry, market, dishes, Monday to Friday and Sunday night, again too soon, it’s within us awaiting our attention.
No one wants us to ask. The world is against it, because the “Why?” contradicts society’s celebrated accomplishments and journeys. Measure, know and scour the material and anti-material energy that comprises everything outside of you to define you, others and your life’s value.
Revered as one of the greatest minds of our time, Steven Hawking’s work wholly concerns itself with the measurement and definition of the endless, unknowable outermost-reaches of the external world. No human will ever be able to confirm his life’s work.
NASA and its Kepler telescope seek to locate habitable, Earth-like planets. They’ve discovered numerous, though none of us will ever visit any of them. Millions of dollars and endless Earth resources spent searching for nothing knowable and incomprehensible to most. Despite my best efforts, I cannot fathom its relevance to any moment of my life.
Our only certainty lives alone, enclosed within our minds, through our perceptions, memories, hopes and moments. Yet we hold our certain truth against the structure and rules that we instructed are real, what society exalts, what we can define and measure.
We stay imprisoned for fear of ridicule and the potential destruction of our relationships and the lives we know. We live as if a single phone call or a moment in time will not provide the definitive push needed to consider the reason for our existence.
As I write this, my beloved friend approaches death in hospice annoyed that her friends and family are making her transition about themselves. Goodbyes said last week, her room filled with ipads and twitter tweets. She says nothing because she still doesn’t want to upset anyone. Who cares? They are upset and will be upset any way.
It doesn’t have to be that dramatic if you start today. Telling yourself that what you do, who you marry, what others think of you defines you or your existence creates a life filled with anxiety, fear and a primal terror.
Countless times I asked friends and clients to strip down what they fear most and have heard:
“People finding out.”
“Finding out what?”
“That I’m not who they think I am.”
Why are we taught to care what others think of us? The prison of societal expectation, real or fabricated, becomes a dangerous shelter in our life, on our way to death.
Solar flares illuminate the atmosphere and reveal the Northern Lights. Under their brightness, take a moment and allow yourself to wonder why you exist in this form, your specific body, with your talents, at this time, where you live. Why?
Dump the Western Psychotherapeutic inquiry of “Who are you?” for “Why are you here, as you, right now?” The latter inquiry subsumes the former and gives it intention and purpose.
Why we exist includes an other, whether a person, a cause, a purpose that pushes us forward in our development. It doesn’t need to earn you an Oscar, a spot in the NBA or a billion dollars. If you feel compelled to love the 100 year-old oak tree outside your house, then exist for that tree.
There is no wrong answer.
No one needs to know. It can be your secret inquiry. Too much of mass culture has mocked the question and killed it before its birth. Humans evolved to need another’s enthusiastic waves of proverbial pompons to ratify action or thought. We don’t need it. Ask what brings you your specific joy and, in time, acting upon it will provide comfort and celebration.
My inquiry led me to what lies in the depth, if not the breadth, of this life. For me, the action which resulted is to give good love. A consistent, open, humorous and real support that allows others to flourish and live more out loud and less alone in this ever-expanding universe than without my presence. I exist to love and believe all of us do.
Love that tree, your neighbor, your garden, lost cats, singing, your children, the Dali Lama, baking, Jesus Christ, travel, Bill Maher, little league baseball, cashmere sweaters or medical research. It doesn’t matter, if you grow from it.
Last Sunday, seven hours of playoff football on television was the best way I knew how to love myself, which allowed me to love others the next day.
Stay focused on the question.
After you ask and ask, time no longer speeds passed you. Monday feels like a week, filled with ebbs, flows, joy, stillness, stress, anger and nothing. All in one day. No one wants to live a life they don’t remember living.
Dare yourself to ask the question often. Don’t require action. Your inquiry will lead you step by step.
Somehow the action or the “do” finds you if you stick to the question, give yourself time to answer and accept the answer. The action doesn’t have to be vast, glamorous or even profitable. I doubt we get points over there for any of that. We’re created in these individual bodies to discover what lies within, not outside of it.
Mala Mukherji – About the Author:
Bio of Mala Mukherji
Born in Los Angeles, California to parents, who immigrated from Calcutta, India, Mala Mukherji began studying the differences between Indian and American cultures from an early age. Frequent and early trips to India and being raised in Covina, a homogeneous suburb of Los Angeles created the perfect climate for Mala’s future pursuits.
While attending the University of California at Los Angeles, she studied the psychological and sociological impacts of the politics and histories of numerous cultures. After receiving her degree from U.C.L.A., she attended Pepperdine University School of Law, where she concentrated on issues relating to individual rights. After passing the California State Bar Examination, Mala practiced law in the Los Angeles area for over eight years.
Throughout her law career, Mala studied and explored Western psychological theory and Eastern philosophy and their practical application to the individual’s experiences. As a result of those studies, Mala left law practice and created a modality of spiritual psychological therapy, which combines Eastern and Western theory. She has maintained a thriving therapeutic practice for the past eleven years. Her clients include numerous leaders in the areas of sports, business and entertainment.
Having worked as a therapist for eleven years and over 10,000 thousand hours, Mala researched and discovered what allows and motivates individuals to grow. Because not everyone has the resources to partake in therapy, she wrote ASHES, which provides women and men a vehicle by which they may consider the events of their life and how those events effect them in present day.
- 2012 – Armageddon Or New Humanity? (mediumsworld.wordpress.com)
Late one Christmas Eve, I sank back, tired but content, into my easy chair. The kids were in bed, the gifts were wrapped, the milk and cookies waited by the fireplace for Santa. As I sat back admiring the tree with its decorations, I couldn’t help feeling that something important was missing. It wasn’t long before the tiny twinkling tree lights lulled me to sleep.
I don’t know how long I slept, but all of a sudden I knew that I wasn’t alone. I opened my eyes, and you can imagine my surprise when I saw Santa Claus himself standing next to my Christmas tree. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot just as the poem described him, but he was not the “jolly old elf” of Christmas legend. The man who stood before me looked sad and disappointed, and there were tears in his eyes.
“Santa, what’s wrong?” I asked, “Why are you crying?”
“It’s the children,” Santa replied sadly.
“But Santa, the children love you,” I said.
“Oh, I know they love me, and they love the gifts I bring them,” Santa said, “but the children of today seem to have somehow missed out on the true spirit of Christmas. It’s not their fault. It’s just that the adults, many of them not having been taught themselves, have forgotten to teach the children.”
“Teach them what?” I asked.
Santa’s kind old face became soft, more gentle. His eyes began to shine with something more than tears. He spoke softly. “Teach the children the true meaning of Christmas. Teach them that the part of Christmas we can see, hear, and touch is much more than meets the eye. Teach them the symbolism behind the customs and traditions of Christmas which we now observe. Teach them what it is they truly represent.”
Santa reached into his bag and pulled out a tiny Christmas tree and set it on my mantle. “Teach them about the Christmas tree. Green is the second color of Christmas. The stately evergreen, with its unchanging color, represents the hope of eternal life in Jesus. Its needles point heavenward as a reminder that mankind’s thoughts should turn heavenward as well.”
Santa reached into his bag again and pulled out a shiny star and placed it at the top of the small tree. “The star was the heavenly sign of promise. God promised a Savior for the world and the star was the sign of the fulfillment of that promise on the night that Jesus Christ was born. Teach the children that God always fulfills His promises, and that wise men still seek Him.”
“Red,” said Santa, “is the first color of Christmas.” He pulled forth a red ornament for the tiny tree. “Red is deep, intense, vivid. It is the color of the life-giving blood that flows through our veins. It is the symbol of God’s greatest gift. Teach the children that Christ gave His life and shed His blood for them that they might have eternal life. When they see the color red, it should remind them of that most wonderful Gift.”
Santa found a silver bell in his pack and placed it on the tree. “Just as lost sheep are guided to safety by the sound of the bell, it continues to ring today for all to be guided to the fold. Teach the children to follow the true Shepherd, who gave His life for the sheep.”
Santa placed a candle on the mantle and lit it. The soft glow from its one tiny flame brightened the room. “The glow of the candle represents how people can show their thanks for the gift of God’s Son that Christmas Eve long ago. Teach the children to follow in Christ’s foot steps… to go about doing good. Teach them to let their light so shine before people that all may see it and glorify God. This is what is symbolized when the twinkling lights shine on the tree like hundreds of bright, shining candles, each of them representing one of God’s precious children, their light shining for all to see.”
Again Santa reached into his bag and this time he brought forth a tiny red and white striped cane. As he hung it on the tree he spoke softly. “The candy cane is a stick of hard white candy: white to symbolize the virgin birth and sinless nature of Jesus, and hard to symbolize the Solid Rock the foundation of the church, and the firmness of God’s promises. The candy cane is in the form of a ‘J’ to represent the precious name of Jesus, who came to earth. It also represents the Good Shepherd’s crook, which He uses to reach down into the ditches of the world to lift out the fallen lambs who, like all sheep, have gone astray. The original candy cane had three small red stripes, which are the stripes of the scourging Jesus received by which we are healed, and a large red stripe that represents the shed blood of Jesus, so that we can have the promise of eternal life.”
“Teach these things to the children.”
Santa brought out a beautiful wreath made of fresh, fragrant greenery tied with a bright red bow. “The bow reminds us of the bond of perfection, which is love. The wreath embodies all the good things about Christmas for those with eyes to see and hearts to understand. It contains the colors of red and green and the heaven-turned needles of the evergreen. The bow tells the story of good will towards all and its color reminds us of Christ’s sacrifice. Even its very shape is symbolic, representing eternity and the eternal nature of Christ’s love. It is a circle, without beginning and without end. These are the things you must teach the children.”
I asked, “But where does that leave you, Santa?”
The tears gone now from his eyes, a smile broke over Santa’s face. “Why bless you, my dear,” he laughed, “I’m only a symbol myself. I represent the spirit of family fun and the joy of giving and receiving. If the children are taught these other things, there is no danger that I’ll ever be forgotten.”
“I think I’m beginning to understand.”
“That’s why I came,” said Santa. “You’re an adult. If you don’t teach the children these things, then who will?”
It is that time of year again where everyone starts thinking about the holidays. For many it is a time of holiday depression. Who am I going to spend the holidays with? Should I travel and visit my family? What parties am I going to give or go to? What gift should I purchase for friends and family?
As a psychic I receive more calls at this time of the year from people who are depressed and lonely, then any other time of the year. Holiday depression is very real. They have nowhere to go and no one wants to spend time with them. Sometimes I’m the only person they have to talk to. So many feel suicidal because they feel their life has no meaning. I feel such compassion for these people because I know what it feels like not to have family. My family has all passed away and my friends are scattered all over the world. I’m thankful to be a psychic and able to help people during this critical time.
This year is going to be different than most because there is not as much money to go around as there has been in the past. Many people will not travel to visit relatives. Instead of giving gifts to people who really are not important, people are going to focus more on giving to those closest to them. For years people have been pressured to give gifts to those they hardly know because that is what you have to do at this time of the year. This year many people cannot afford to give any gifts because of being out of work. No one wants to see their child not have a happy time at Christmas, so many will sacrifice to see their child have joy at Christmas.
Just because the economy has gone down does not mean we need to lose the true meaning of Christmas. What is the meaning? Giving to others without expecting anything in return. Wow, what a concept. Do you have it in you to give of yourself without expecting anything back?
What I’m talking about is simplifying your life and doing things with those you love that don’t cost much money such as an old fashion Christmas tree decorating party. Not everybody has to buy a Christmas tree; it could be in a church, homeless shelter, a convalescent home or hospital. Everyone can bring some food and think of the great joy you would be creating. Make a party where ever you are.
Buy board games, such as Monopoly or the physically fun game Twister, instead of expensive video games and spend time with friends and family connecting through these tried and true games. You’ll find communication opening up and there will be more giving of your self then just giving a present.
There is such a great need for people to volunteer at hospitals, homeless shelters, veteran’s hospitals, and children’s hospitals. Why not take your family and instead of investing in gifts go out and give to those who have nothing. What about an elderly neighbor who has no family living, why not share a meal with them and spend some time talking. Realize most people feel enormous loss at this time of year because of losing so many they have loved and being alone.
Think of the joy you can bring to people by just talking with them. Even if you are volunteering passing out meals, at a homeless shelter, you can take a few minutes after your shift and talk with the different people. Realize they have lost everything and kindness from a stranger can go a long ways.
Christmas is most significant for children, so many wait all year for Santa Claus to bring them what they want most. Some children just want to feel healthy again. Your time visiting these children will lift their spirits and yours as well. If you feel inclined purchase inexpensive little trinkets to pass out to the children, not only in hospitals but at homeless shelters, and missions.
We have become a society that only thinks about ourselves. We have gotten away from the old fashioned values that made our society great. Instead of our modern instant everything world, see if you can’t go back to a time when caring about others was important.
Turn this Christmas mood from blue to glad by showing your kindness to your fellow humans who are passing through this world just like you. Remember the more you give-the more you get.
Cherokee Billie – About the Author:
Cherokee Billie offers help through the lens of clairvoyance, self-help, wisdom, philosophy, and spirituality. Cherokee Billie is the Author of “Heavenly Seduction” an Amazon.com best seller. In addition, Cherokee Billie is a Naturopathic Doctor (twenty years experience) Life Strategist, a Radio Personality, and an Ordained Minister leading people to a pathway to spiritual enlightenment. http://www.cherokeebillie.com
Have you ever prayed for something and wished for it and worked hard to get it but it just doesn’t come? We have all been in this place where we want something so badly we can almost taste it and it’s not here. We wonder ‘why?’ and often think, “Why me?” or “Why NOT me?” It is frustrating and emotional. We can feel angry and disappointed. There are expectations that if we envision what we want and do the work, then we should be able to have it right? That is, after all, what the law of attraction teaches us.
When you really want something and you are going after it with much attention, action and drive, it is challenging when the result doesn’t happen fast enough for you or when it doesn’t happen at all. You start to question everything including your resolve and the actions you are taking, if you are going in the right direction. It is not an easy place to be!
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