Menosophical [men-oh-soffy-cul]; the condition of waxing introspective - an occasional series on the more deep and meaningful.

Hari Om.

It has been an interesting month, has July.  Some of you have shared with me the ups and downs of the more personal aspects - mystery virus in me and mystery shenanigans in Voovoo the Vaio.  As I type this for you on Saturday evening, waiting for the tatties to boil, there's a sense of an ending.

Yes the virus ended finally and for one or two days now, I have felt pretty good.  (Let's not talk about the arthritis.  It's there.  I deal with it.)

As for Voovoo, last night I disabled most of the wing-ding new trickery on the recent antivirus update and proved what I had come to suspect.  The cure was causing the disease.  I cruised the net with ease.  I will do the same again tonight and seek an alternative, so that I can dump the offender.  Thus functionality is restored to Room 102.

True, also, that it is the ending of the month, only three days to go from this post.

More than that, though, is that the ending of our time here at Sandeepany is looming full and large.  Ending of the studies ought to be in sight.  However, we are at 'hi-doh' in the very deep end of philosophy now, with a significant amount still to be covered in the remaining six weeks.  Likelihood is there will be extension beyond the diksha ceremony on the 9th of September - it having been hinted we should expect to be studying up till 23rd of that month...if not all the way to the 30th.  That slight level of uncertainty is - well - disconcerting!

General opinion appears to be for the 23rd.  It's a moot point really.  There's big stuff between now and then and a matter of 10 days here or there makes little difference.

Spiritually, which of course is why I am here, there have been some tremendous moments.  It never ceases to amaze me how one can keep being raised higher.  The battle between body, mind, intellect and spirit is now fought from higher ground, surrounded by the fortress of logic, scientific application and not a small amount of intuition.

One of the great joys for me has been the reassigning of definitions on certain words and ideas.  For example, that last word above.  Intuition is frequently bandied about these days in reference to 'gut instinct'.  You hear it don't you?  "Oh, it's just a hunch".

If it is truly being worked from 'the gut', then it is simply a use of the animal survival instinct that the human body has programmed into it's matter.

If, on the other hand, it is that tickling at the back of the mind where Mr Intellect keeps watch and sorts out the chiff from the chaff, then it could be said to be more properly intuition; for the definition we were given recently is that True Faith (regardless of which philosophical base you come from and as opposed to simple belief) requires strong intellectual enquiry coupled with applying the logic of the philosophical tenets and trust, built upon experimenting with the first two of these three and finding that the results are consistent with the projections made.  It is the trust which we gain from positive experience which permits for the rising of genuine intuition - a knowingness accompanied by presence and alertness, whereby we can make inspired but educated leaps in understanding.

The best bit about this scientific experiment?  I and I alone am the test-tube subject.  Any suffering or failure will be mine and can clearly be seen to be self-inflicted. 

As to what my intuition is telling me right now?…

Expect the unexpected!

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