“Every aspect of our lives is, in a sense, a vote for the kind of world we want to live in.” — Frances Moore Lappe
I recycle everything, even other people's trash. I helped my neighbors move, and in the process I discovered that they didn't feel that they had the time to recycle. I made a mental note to go through their garbage and sort out the glass and plastic and paper that could be put to good use. Okay, I know that is a bit excessive, but it only took me an hour and I felt really great about doing my small piece on Mother Earth's behalf. And I got a bonus that I never could have anticipated ...
In the garbage, I found a cool vase, a magazine I was interested in and an old video of some guru. I was curious about the video, but tucked it away for another time.
I have suffered from insomnia for at least 20 years and I’ve learned to get up and read or watch a video or listen to a meditation tape. So when I couldn’t sleep I just got up and turned the TV on. There was nothing I considered worth watching at 3am, so I dug out that video that I had rescued from my neighbor’s trash. It was boring at first, but I was glad for that because I thought it might help me get sleepy.
As this woman is describing her experience of Sai Baba, I watched the room suddenly light up. Everything became energy that glowed and I became aware that everything is living and vibrating, even the furniture. I had only previously experienced this in a very high group meditation, so I sat up and took notice. Putting my skepticism aside, I said out loud, “Okay, if you exist and would like to help me I am open to your healing.” As they say, be careful what you ask for.
After a few minutes, I began to feel sleepy and I gratefully returned to my bed and drifted off. In my dream state what happened next seemed perfectly normal, but when I awakened I was quite amazed.
Sai Baba came to me in my sleep and asked me “How much love do you want?”
I replied, “Twenty percent.”
Sai Baba looked forlorn. He shook his head and asked, “Wouldn’t you like more than that?”
I realized my mistake and said, “How about eighty percent?”
He gave me a look of such compassion and sadness, and then he zapped me with one hundred percent love.
What a lesson I received from this Master. How could I not ask for one hundred percent? I really had to look at the way I measured my self-worth and my concept of how much I deserved to receive. He was a good friend to come to my dreams and heal me.
So if you get an urge to recycle someone else’s garbage, be aware that there may be prizes there.