I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.
Looking around can be pretty depressing at times.
I wonder about the poor. I wonder how they look after their children. I hear stories of life in the streets in Brazil, in America, at home, I think about Iraq, and Afghanistan, and the West Bank.
I’m watching the Crime channel on telly and they’re promising an ‘exciting year’ ahead – they’re doing a ‘murder-a-day’.
Yesterday it was about a boy called Mathew in University, who was stalked and killed by a boy from Germany called Dennis over an on-line fight for a girl.
His parents knew nothing until the cops came to the door.
Stories of people caught in earthquakes, one on a young man who was eaten by a shark in front of his friends in Australia.
Personally, my mothers got Alzheimers, my sister lost a baby.
So why do good people face tragedy?
Like I said yesterday, I’m meditating with the Bramha Kumaris this year. They say that heaven, or where we go after we die, is a soul world full of silence, pervaded by the supreme soul.
They believe we are reincarnated until Karmic debt (that is, everything you’ve ever done, good and bad, is paid back in full) is dissolved.
They give no reason for living, except that it is a World Drama that we must participate in.
And you don’t talk to God.
It troubles me that I am expected to understand that bad things happen to people because they have done bad in past lives. Am I to blame those who are experiencing pain and sorrow for the circumstances they find themselves in?
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P.S You know, I was going through a whole set of stock photos on EVIL, and in each one of them, there’s an image of a black man with gold chains and a gun. What’s THAT about?