Which celebrity would you love to meet, and what would you talk about?
The only celebrity I would love to meet has no face. Just roots, eyes everywhere, and life running through it all.
We live in an era where the man-made God of religion has been replaced. A God we gave human qualities: the old man with a beard in the sky, who punishes the bad and rewards the good. And yes, who is good and who is bad? And who takes those decisions on behalf of God?
Today, that godly throne belongs to celebrities, to famous people, to the power of a beautifully shaped body, to perfect faces and those with the most followers. We still look up. We still wait to be judged and rewarded. Only the names have changed.
But what makes them gods? Is it their beauty, their money, their freedom? Or is it our own longing, looking up at them? And what are we longing for? Do we forget their mortality, as well as our own? They get tired, they age, they fear, just like us. So who gave them the throne? Maybe we did.
Satya Speaks, expresses this so wisely. I don’t remember in which of his talks, but it was in one of them. And I promise you, I am not a guru person. I am more of an outward listener, a modern hunter and gatherer. I gather my own stuff from all the teachings that I can feel in my bones, and make my own mish-mash garam masala. His talks speak to my body. At least for now.
So which celebrity would I like to have a conversation with, and about what?
Honestly, none. I believe the man in the street and casual people are more interesting to listen to.
And if there was an insistence, I would choose the divine Great Mystery. The higher intelligence that runs through all sorts of life.
I would ask: why were we created?
I believe we come down here to play the game of remembrance. To pick up the thread from our past life experiences, the stuff we went through last life, and correct it or learn from it in this lifetime. Not as a punishment, but as a game of remembering and learning. (If that is even the case, it is part of the mystery too.)
But I would still ask the divine celebrity, the higher intelligence running through all: why this game? How much free will do we really have? How do we keep the goodness while life is happening, when not all experiences are to our liking? And what is there after we pass over?
But I doubt the Great Mystery gives interviews. It doesn’t sit across a table and answer in words. It doesn’t need a red carpet.
Maybe the answers are already whispered through the stranger at the bus stop. Through the beautiful sky, the sunrise, the sunset. Through the experiences we cannot explain, the deep and most intimate parts of our innate being. I may never get my meeting with the divine celebrity, but every morning walk and every honest conversation feels like a small appointment. Until then, I put my feet on the ground, breathe, and listen. The body is our sacred vehicle in this lifetime. It keeps the records of every human experience we go through, and maybe the mystery speaks through it first. So I keep playing the game. One day, one choice, one remembering at a time.
And you? If you met the Great Mystery at the bus stop tomorrow, what would you ask?
If you are curious what my own conversations with the Great Mystery are like, I had one every day while walking 1,000 km in Spain. You can find them in my book, The Silver Route: Via de la Plata, on Amazon.
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