I'm stuck on the platform of the "dark night of the soul"- to me, it's just dark. When my mind numbs enough from despair, I can fool myself that I'm experiencing joy chanting the Holy Name.
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I'm stuck on the platform of the "dark night of the soul"- to me, it's just dark. When my mind numbs enough from despair, I can fool myself that I'm experiencing joy chanting the Holy Name.
Ecstatic association is the missing link. Love of God is like a disease. It spreads by contact.
I have the ultimate privilege of opportunity to associate as closely as I want with HH Varsana and Jaya Murari Swamis- but I'm not even a clod of dirt beneath their lotus feet, and my heart must be stone that it's not constantly melted in ecstasy just to see them, let alone hear their transcendant wisdom.
Or it may be that they are not actually absorbed in the ecstatic mellows of love of Godhead with their hearts melting and tears in their eyes which is really the only thing that can melt another's heart.
Nope- it's my failing.
Because I can SEE their absorption in the Holy Name and effulgence, Their tears of separation are unbearable to me.