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Spontaneous Talks with Mooji
Monte Sahaja 16 December 2011
This Could Be Your Last Life
[Mooji] Many people have heard that this could be your last life.
It sounds like it is a terrible thing,
because they love life in the form so much,
'I don't mind reincarnating actually. I don't mind.
I would like to go on and on and on.'
But you don't know, going on and on and on as what?
You don't know your circumstances or any of these things.
It is not out of fear, but out of wisdom that one looks.
When it's said, 'Your last life'
it means it is your last life lived as ego,
your last life lived in ignorance.
Maybe you will manifest again, be reborn again,
but from childhood you will be clear. I don't know.
But we should not be afraid of this.
The feeling of perpetuating ...
Sometimes I say, You go to bed and imagine waking up tomorrow
and living again a life of continued ignorance.
Does it satisfy your heart?
What stands in the way? What is ...
Because 'what is' is here now!
And 'what is not' only appears to be.
It's not that we have to learn. We don't have to learn so much actually.
A little bit of learning is needed.
It is not that we have to learn so much.
I think we only have to be inspired again.
We only have to be shown again the futility of egoic thinking.
We only have to feel and be in the presence of embodied Truth
or Truth made tangible again,
not just truth as words, truth as concepts, truth as ideas.
We need to meet beings who have merged their life in Truth
and see, 'Aah', something, 'Aah', just fills you up.
'Yes. This is what I was waiting for.'
There is a story that I told about a squirrel.
It is this story.
Maybe I will tell it to you again, because it is a good one.
In a certain park,
there was a group of squirrels living in this nature reserve.
They were always living, dancing through the canopy of the forest.
But it so happened that one of them
had become a little bit relaxed around human beings.
They would come and throw nuts.
It would pick the nuts up and go off and bury them, and come back.
This relationship was established.
People would come with their children.
This one squirrel would come down and take food even from the hand
which the others would not do.
One day a man came into this reserve.
He started to throw nuts,
first, a few feet away, then one foot away.
Then the squirrel came up, took from the hand
and the man grabbed it behind the neck, like you would hold a cat.
He took his rucksack and stuffed the squirrel into it.
Then he made his way out.
He took the squirrel home
and tied a string around the neck of the squirrel
and the other end, about five feet away, he tied onto a brick.
He left the squirrel in the back of his yard in the garden.
Of course the squirrel was fiercely struggling
to get rid of this string from around its neck, but it couldn't do it.
It tried to pull the brick, but it was heavy.
It was just exhausted there.
Each day this captor would come home and turn the key.
The squirrel could hear the front door and would panic.
Then the man would come and he would bring nuts, water and milk.
Little by little the squirrel started to take and eat.
And after days passed and weeks passed, and months passed,
it became relaxed with its new life of captivity.
Then it would even look forward to hearing the door squeaking,
'Ah, my master is home',
and waiting for the stroking and whatever like that.
It was almost comfortable in this life
except that there was a doberman dog next door.
Whenever the dog saw the squirrel, it went berserk.
It just wanted to eat it.
So it was ramming into the fence and the fence was opening up.
When it does this the dog was barking
and the squirrel would be so panicked, so full of charge of fear and panic,
it would literally run down to the end of the garden dragging the brick
and run up the one tree at the end of the garden.
It would run up into the tree which was its natural abode.
But it couldn't stay in this place,
because the weight of the brick was pulling too much.
So after a short time, it had to come back down again.
So this life went on, season to season, year after year.
One winter it was very, very ...
You know how winters can be in cold places, like in England,
where all the trees lose their leaves.
It was a very sad, low-key winter for the squirrel.
It had no friends, nothing.
Sometimes the master didn't come home for two days.
It was very lonely as it went through the whole winter.
But it got its food, it got the usual things.
Finally, spring came. The trees began to get green again.
After a short time, a couple of months, the full leaves were back.
The squirrel was there in its little garden.
One morning it heard this whoosh, like a swishing,
and it looked up, 'Aah', and it saw this family of squirrels
dancing and somersaulting through the canopy of the trees
above the gardens and running, 'Ah'.
In that moment, 'Aah', it was awestruck,
because in that moment it was reminded of something primal in itself.
When it saw all the freedom and the dancing,
it remembered its original life.
It became very, very sad when they went.
But something was stirring inside.
It is looking at its plate of food, it is looking up.
After a while these squirrels are going through the forest
and they notice this poor little thing,
looking all weedy and very tired, and they said, 'Oh'.
They had the sense to go and rescue it,
because they saw that it was trapped.
They came down and the squirrel was very afraid that they came.
It thought they were going to kill it.
But they came and they started to bite at its string.
It was very afraid and at the same time,
the doberman next door growled aggressively and tried to get them,
because he saw all these squirrels biting away.
Suddenly the dog was released through the hole in the fence
and it was coming at them
and the last string snapped and they all ran up the tree
including this captured squirrel.
Now, can you imagine anything more happy,
more free in that moment?
They were dancing through the forest, 'Ah-ah', jumping.
It was just so full of elation and joy.
So it was set free and it gained its life again.
Like this it spent all spring and all summer
and then autumn came; the leaves started to drop.
Winter came; there was no food.
The squirrel was there reminiscing on the branch
about when it had a life in the back of the garden
where nuts were brought every day.
It didn't have to go hunting; it had milk.
It reminisced about how the master came and stroked it.
The wise squirrel amongst the group noticed what was going on
and went and nudged it.
It communicated to it, 'I know what you are thinking.
You are a very stupid child.
This very habit of yours got you captured in the first place.
Look how you suffered and now you are free again.
Your mind is going back again to the vomit.'
'Ahh', that shook it up
and it prostrated to this beautiful message again.
It could be back again in its nature.
Of course, you know the story is not only about squirrels.
It's about this same thing.
We are in some way a little bit conquered by our own habits.
And we are so merged in our mind and conditioning,
that we feel that these habits belong to us. This is our life.
You are pampered by some of these habits,
but at the same time, they are draining your life.
They took you away from your original life.
Everything would probably have been OK
if life didn't bring you strife sometimes, difficulty and pain.
When it does that, you remember your own Self.
You run to your abode and you go to the feet of God again.
But you can't stay there, because your tendencies are so strong.
You have to go back to the world again to continue in this place.
This goes on for time after time.
If you are lucky in your life,
you might meet some immortal being,
one who reminds you of your own immortality,
your own timelessness, your own beauty.
When you see these ones, you feel again,
not with any teaching, you are just struck.
You have an instant memory of who you are. They excite that part of you.
They don't come to get you to study.
They say, 'You are studying the wrong things.
You have used your mind in the wrong way. No more learning.
Now you must know.'
Somehow we are excited into that primal knowing.
Then hard times come again.
Then you start to reminisce about your attachments
and how precious they seem.
'Oh, that office job, yes, it was very good'. Or whatever it is.
Then you have to be reminded again in satsang, 'What are you doing?
This is why you came into trouble in the first place.
Look how you fell from your own grace.
Your life is not anymore a life of grace.
It becomes a life of disgrace.
Why are you reminiscing and pampering yourself
with negative, stupid thoughts? Wake up.'
If you have that inside you, you will say,
'Thank you for reminding me. Good, good, good.'
Drop it, give it up.
Does it satisfy your heart to live again a life of ignorance?
'Your Last Life' means:
Your last life lived as ego; your last life lived in ignorance.