Karma v1


I’ll probably write about this a lot, hence the v1 tag.

Karma is a difficult concept for me.  I know what it means, I just don’t know if I believe in it. I respect it though.  Just to be safe.

Google foo defines karma thus:

(in Hinduism and Buddhism) the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences.

I think I am a person of good intention.  Granted, my view of ‘good intention’ is biased.   Granted, what I am must surely be viewed as vile to some.   And virtuous to others.  I can’t help to think that what I put in to my environment must surely influence what my environment puts into me.  I’m not talking about a tit for tat interaction.  I’ m talking about generalities and trends.

break

I was given a bottle of booze last weekend by a close friend, during a party where such a jewel, if found, would be consumed in short order.  I was really honored by the gift, and I wanted to protect it.  So,  I hid it.  I hid it so well that I can’t find where I put it.  I’ve searched many times.  It is either in my house, in a hiding spot too clever for myself,  or somebody saw where I put it and then stole from me.  I am not ready to accept the latter.  No.   So,  it’s here, right under my nose, and I can’t see it.  Because I have no understanding of who I was yesterday.

Karma?  Here’s my karma:

I had this thing.

I wanted to hoard this thing.

I hid this thing.

I don’t have this thing.

 

 

 

 

 

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