Thought lets share one of the first of my Black Peals with you all. I never maintained an inventory of those experiences that may qualify as a Black Pearl, but for the purpose of this humble blog, I had to find one.
So I decided to stroll down the memory lane, as far as I can remember, looking for the first instance when I was blessed with a Black Pearl or should I say, to look for the first instance that, on later introspection, led me conclude that it was a moment full of hidden wisdom that I discovered today!
So I went all the way back into what is no more than a random collection of blurred, distorted, sometimes crystal clear, and sometimes noisy stills from the movie of my life. One year back, two, three, and then I lost the timescale. All that I saw was a quick time warp. Random images, from the album of my life, some pleasant, some bit sour, some hilarious, some encouraging, some full of pride, some with a scent of achievement, some scintillating with childlike happiness, some drenched in uncontrollable laughter, some clad in motherly warmth, some reminding me of people, some of places some of tastes, of emotions, of beauty of all kinds, flashed in front of my eyes as if some one has pulled at the reel of life through a projector with a faulty shutter.
(Do I see someone already relating to this experience?)
But are Black Pearls to be found in such happy and joyous moments? Do these moments also qualify as Black Pearls? Didn't I told you all that Black Pearls are lying down in the shades, beyond the observable world, visible to the one who is thrown out of the material world? Didn't I mentioned that the goddess of Black Pearls only blesses the person who, after retiring from the Rosy Sunlight is basking in the inner universe, silently listening to the inner voices? Didn't I mention that these pearls are Black? So how can they dwell in such an incandescently ignited frames of time on the time line of life? How can one be blessed with these Pearls of wisdom when someone is so much absorbed in relishing the nectar of joy, when someone is drenched in larger-than-life, life.
So does "Black" has to mean sorrow? Or does it means the absolute silence akin to the voices inside a stone that may kill you with its sheer numbness? Is it that when Black Pearls have to appear? Or does Black means shadow? Or darkness? Is it in this darkness, away from the Rosy Daylight only that Black Pearls will present themselves?
During that time travel, I was able to recollect hundreds of moments that gave me immense pleasure. But among those hundreds of moments were a few lucky ones when I was able to gain appreciation of the ways of nature and GOD in a different way than we perceive them when we are engrossed in resolving our so called troubles, or when we are enjoying a cup of life that comes across us out of somewhere.
While I warped through my memories, I appeared to have been blessed by the goddess of Black Pearls even while I was strolling in the broad Rosy Daylight, with my face high up to the Sun, utterly ignorant of the shadows underneath, seeking what my material desires directed me to seek.
Even while I was occupied by a bout of hilarity, even when I had forgotten the rest of the world dancing to a DJ, even when I was enjoying the moments where our Black Pearls are not supposed to appear; in the material universe.
Maybe I just got lucky. Maybe some of the neurons in my brain are aligned in a way bit too different than the rest of the world. Maybe...Who knows? But I have already born and I am already blessed.
So, it appears that Black Pearls are not an impression of those moments when someone is in a phase of deep introspection or trying to connect to the powers that direct his/her destiny and make them turn his around, but also of the times when we are..well..as I said, enjoying our cup of life.
