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stars. Suddenly you start growing wings. They have always been there but there was not space enough to use them. Sannyas gives you space, it gives you the whole sky. It makes you the infinite available and just a small price has to be paid: The false ego has to be dropped.
(To David) -- Your name: Swami Anando David. Anando means bliss. David means beloved of god, beloved of Jehovah.
We are not aware at all that existence goes on pouring its love for us, in every possible way. Hence we remain ungrateful, hence we remain continuously complaining, hence prayer cannot arise in our hearts because prayer is nothing but another name for gratitude, for thankfulness. The complaining mind can never be religious, it is impossible for the complaining mind to be religious, because the complaining mind hat not become aware of a basic reality: that existence loves you, that it takes care of you, that your are befriended by the winds, by the rain, by the sun, by the moon. That whatever happens -- it may appear a curse to you, but it is never a curse, it is always a blessing. Maybe in the beginning it appears like a curse because our vision is very limited, our perspective is very small: We can't see the whole thing, we can't see all the implications of it, we can't see the whole series of events that will be followed by it. Otherwise we will always be grateful, we will always feel blessed.
Even in death, a man who understand find tremendous thankfulness towards god because for him death is a rest for him. For him death is not the end of life but the beginning of a far greater like than this one. This was just a rehearsal of the real life -- it was not real. Real drama starts after the death -- for those who understand. For those who don't understand they think the rehearsal is the real thing, and when the rehearsal end, they cry and weep and they cling and they don't want to leave it.
Everything is a blessing!
One of the contemporary British philosophers C.E.M. Jode (sp. not checked) fell ill, very seriously ill. Somebody gave him a book of Georges Gurdjieff. He had come across Georges Gurdjieff's books before too, but he had never bothered
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