The sickly smell of sweet blood

- Sangeeta Tutt

I’ve often asked myself - why can life be so unfair? Why is it so hard to do the right thing or above all: why don’t people let you do the right thing?

Have you ever noticed someone’s actions or speech to pleasantly surprise you? It’s like when everyone is together having a menacing laugh at the expense of someone else and then suddenly one person, one shining star of the group will say something against what you are doing and there you have it – a bright light shining reality in you face. The laughter suddenly stops, cheeky grins clam up and you see the buried heads in shame or annoyance from those trying to excuse themselves. “God! Can’t you take a joke?”

That’s just a small example of what may happen to all of us from time to time, it’s the more serious things such as when someone has hurt you, yes, You in particular. May be it’s a misunderstanding as in most cases or even someone’s narrow mindedness and ignorance has upset you in some way. It’s so easy just to turn around and tell them where to go. You can even feel the ego rising to the surface preparing bursts of anger to shoot up the vent and explode, causing havoc and destruction. Very few have this magical dust or power (Satguru Baba Ji’s teachings) on the tip of their tongues ready to spread positive words of love and sprinkle rose petals where there are thorns. A person like myself would congratulate someone on being able to keep so humble and do what Baba Ji wants instead of giving into evil ‘I’. However, for the person fighting the ‘I’ and trying to do the right thing, it’s not always the be all and end all. One thing is overcoming ego, but another is facing the possibility of the non-acceptance of that sprinkled magical dust.

It’s sad but true, who wouldn’t like to be spoken to nicely- with a warm smile? Who wouldn’t want to be calmed and soothed by saintliness? One may go mad when it is about people who want to be challenged in the same way that they do. It’s like a mand craze to start up a fight with an innocent man just so you can practice you moves on them. That beautiful person who managed to control their anger and speak sweetly now has another challenge. How crazy is that? You can’t seem to win no matter what you do.

Sweetly spoken people with sweet blood running through their veins are being loathed for being human, yet accused of being inhuman! And treated as though they were a bad smell.

“You’re not normal- you freak! Come on get your fists up.” One may chant, eager to get into a fight, Where as the other calmly walks away.

Life isn’t easy, people aren’t easy, but this takes the biscuit.. Suggesting that you are devoted to the Missionary cause, attending Sangat, Listening to Baba Ji and acting upon it. By following the path of a true human being, isn’t it supposed to bering us happiness? Life is supposed to become easier, then why is it that by doing the right thing, you’re still not happy? My short sightedness comes to a halt .. as I begin to think deeper and harder I realise:

My Guru si perfect
His teachings are perfect
It’s an error or misjudgment in me that I can’t see where my master is coming from.
I came to the conclusion after asking myself,
What’s the most important thing in my life?
Answer: God
Who is watching me all the time?
Answer: God
Who is listening to me all the time?
Answer: God
And whose opinion of me counts the most?
Answer: God

There I have it! Can’t please everyone, but I sure can please God, By doing my best to do what pleases him, I all that I need to make me happy. Sweet blood my smell sickly to those who don’t want to see or feel God all around them, but to the Almighty … Sweet blood forever smalls sweet!