When I was about 7, I remember asking my mother whether she believed in God. She told me what I told my kids (actually itās possible only one of them asked š¤ maybe 2 š¤·š»āāļø).
I was sitting on her lap. I forget what we were doing. Itās about the same time (and maybe the same moment lol) when I asked (in a whisper in her ear) if she was Santa and the Easter Bunny - which she simply whispered back in the affirmative.
Somehow this God thing was different though. I didnāt have the impression that she was somehow involved š
She told me what she believed was that God was something inside all of us.
I was satisfied. Permanently. And we really never spoke of it again.
This passage from Ra reminded me š„¹ -
āThere is no such thing, truly, as tribal spirituality or collective spirituality. There is only individual, unique spirituality.
The not-self lives on tribal and collective rules of spirituality, conformity, security through numbers.
But true spirituality?
It is for each of us to express, as we express what is our pure nature. There is no single this or that. There is no monotheism, holistic blah, blah, blah that is there for all of us.
There is each and every one of us and the potential of our own perfection. That is the real mystical way. Itās the only mystical way; to be correct and to express your true spirit.ā