Receiving All That We’re Able

People don’t realize that Spirit wants to give us All of Itself. The problem is that we’re often unable to receive it. It’s our sense of “self” that gets in the way and limits our capacity.

Paramhansa Yogananda once said, “The ocean cannot be received in a cup unless the cup is made as large as the ocean. Likewise, the cup of human concentration and human faculties must be enlarged in order to comprehend God. Receiving denotes capacity acquired by self-development; it is different from mere belief.” (Whispers from Eternity)

We also need to want more in order to receive more. So much more, that the cup of “self” feels confining and uncomfortable, as if we suffer from a spiritual claustrophobia.

When we’re willing to drop everything in our search for God, that is when He comes to us. And what is that “everything?” It’s our small, and if I may say, deluded, sense of self-identification. The one that thinks we are only a human in this body, with a name, relationships, job. It’s that sense of self, that lives identified to your earth bound form, and in forgetfulness of it’s true identify as a child of Spirit.

If you knew you were Divine Mother’s son and daughter, would you not expect to receive a hug and hold Her hand, just as you would your earthly mother? But we forget, and Spirit, rather then being our Father/Mother/God, feels like an alien creature to whom we do not know how to relate.

When we allow our sense of identity as Spirit to overshadow our sense of human self, that is when our relationship with Spirit quickens and the little cup of self dissolves into the Greater Self forever quenched and refreshed. Then the Ocean of His consciousness slowly seeps into our soul, like the tide imperceptibly coming in, and all of the sudden we are One with the Sea.

In case you haven’t read this before, here’s Yogananda’s classic poem, Samadhi.


Vanished the veils of light and shade,
Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
Gone the dim sensory mirage.
Love, hate, health, disease, life, death,
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools,
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
The storm of maya stilled
By magic wand of intuition deep.
The universe, forgotten dream, subconsciously lurks,
Ready to invade my newly wakened memory divine.
I live without the cosmic shadow,
But it is not, bereft of me;
As the sea exists without the waves,
But they breathe not without the sea.
Dreams, wakings, states of deep turiya,sleep;
Present, past, future, no more for me,
But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation’s molding furnace,
Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
Each particle of universal dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed, transmuted all
Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!
Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation,
Blinding my tearful eyes,
Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am Thou,
Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever new peace!
Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, samadhi bliss!
Not a mental chloroform
Or unconscious state without wilful return,
Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
Beyond the limits of the mortal frame
To farthest boundary of eternity
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in me.
The sparrow, each grain of sand, fall not without my sight.
All space like an iceberg floats within my mental sea.
Colossal Container, I, of all things made.
By deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation
Comes this celestial samadhi.
Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard,
The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! molten liquid!
Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae!
Aum blows upon the vapors, opening wondrously their veils,
Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons,
Till, at last sound of the cosmic drum,
Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays
Of all-pervading bliss.
From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all Creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.
Myself, in everything, enters the Great Myself.
Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory.
Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above.
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.
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