‘No. You’re forgetting,’ said the Spirit.
‘That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light.'
The Great Divorce by CS Lewis
Shrimad Bhāgavatam
Ma Yashoda with Bal Gopal Little Krishna
10.8.39
एतद्विचित्रं सह जीवकाल-
स्वभावकर्माशयलिङ्गभेदम् ।
सूनोस्तनौ वीक्ष्य विदारितास्ये
व्रजं सहात्मानमवाप शङ्काम् ॥ ३९ ॥
Inside her son’s open mouth, she saw this whole astonishing creation: living beings, time, their natures, actions, inner tendencies and varied bodies. She saw Vraja, their own home, and even herself within it. She was overcome with bewilderment and apprehension. Verses 37–39
Dear Malcolm, thank you so much for replying. So kind of you to take the time.
Yes, by God’s Grace alone.
Lila Chintan is loving contemplation of God’s Divine Play, beginning with imagination.
By Lila Pravesh, I mean being granted a place in that Divine Play, to be with Him, by His Grace.
This is where I wondered about the kinship with your writing on imagination.
Thank you for all that you share.
Dear @malcolmguite
Firstly, thank you so much for your books and videos!
Secondly, would you happen to be familiar with the Hindu practice of Lila Chintan?
It is a contemplative practice which starts with imagination and culminates in not just "Darshan", insight into the Reality of God through inner vision, but eventually in being granted a place in Heaven (Lila Pravesh) by God's Grace alone.
“The most important thing you can say about God's love is that God loves us not because of anything we've done to earn that love, but because God, in total freedom, has decided to love us.”
— The Life of the Beloved
A raven remembered
At the sound of that name Ged saw for a moment, by a trick of memory, a black raven on green grass who looked up at him sidelong with an eye like polished stone, and spoke; but the words were forgotten.
Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea, chapter 6, “Hunted.”
“Thus far I have been speaking
of the fourth and last kind of madness,
which is imputed to him who,
when he sees the beauty of earth,
is transported with the recollection
of the true beauty;
he would like to fly away,
but he cannot; he is like a bird fluttering
and looking upward and careless
of the world below;
and he is therefore thought to be mad.”
Plato ~ Phaedrus
Recently began listening to this on Audible. It is read aloud by the author. It is absolutely incredible! @malcolmguite has penned a masterpiece.
If you love the Arthurian stories, you simply cannot miss out on this book.