The Cosmic Giggle and the Key to Enlightenment
I don’t mess around with psychics or fortune tellers. I see one of those shabby-painted signs in the yard, and I always keep going. The truth is, we make our own reality; and I don’t need some stranger giving me any more crazy ideas. But I do like cosmic insights. I’m always tuned in to divine intervention, looking for messages, signs and guidance; certainly, we are not alone. Really, this is the entire motivation behind my yoga practice. Flexibility is only a side benefit.
When my Mom died, I felt a bit off-balance. She held a necessary commission in my life. Not only was she the voice on the other end of the phone; she was a sounding board for me to spill out the events of the day; to make sense of my world now that it held four very rambunctious boys. One day, she simply stopped answering. I drove to visit her; her flowers were there, but she was gone.
We were smack in the middle of one of those intimate tangled dances that mothers and daughters do when she left. We had become lifelong experts at avoiding the real issues. That cathartic release that appeared in movies when the characters said, “what they really felt” never happened between us. Rather, the words left bitterness, and emptiness between us. We knew we were just too different. Still, we wanted to get along. We learned It was best to keep the conversation flowing by saying something funny, startling, or to offer safe advice, like remembering to add the cabbage to the vegetable soup towards the end of the cooking time.
If “they” had carried her off like that, like a thief in the night, surely she must have left a message for me. A coded signal that would explain everything. With her newly acquired wisdom of life “on the other side,” she would know exactly how to cut through our dance of thickly-veiled metaphors and say, with finality, the words that would bring closure and healing.
So, I went to see a spiritual guide. Not just a psychic. I did some research, and found a man who was highly recommended and esteemed for his wisdom and spiritual acuity. Someone described him as the “man who trained John Edwards.” Must be good. The setting was an old inner-city church where gospels were sung on Sunday morning.
I expected the man to take one look at me, and then over and above my head, and immediately say, “I see a woman, trying to talk with you… she’s trying to tell you…” But he did nothing like that. He looked at me as if I was the only person there. Apparently, I didn’t have “anyone hovering around me trying to get a message through.” He asked simply, “How can I help you?”
“Isn’t it obvious,” I said? I watched the Wizard of Oz… I know it’s best not to give any clues away that would make his job easier. (You know, the crystal ball, and the “fortune teller“.) Unfazed, he looked around for a piece of paper. He found the back of an old bulletin, and he started to write. He listed a few books, some advice about forgiving everyone, and one single message:
The Cosmic Giggle Is the Key to Enlightenment. Loose Your Giggle, Loose Your Way
- The definition of Cosmic: Characterized by greatness especially in extent, intensity, or comprehensiveness.
- The definition of Giggle: To laugh with repeated short catches of the breath.
That’s it. Oh yeah… and Have fun. So, here’s to a great weekend… and I hope all of you share your cosmic giggles with everyone you meet.
Sunday Scribbling Prompt: Guide
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lose my google! giggle. shows I paid attention.
it’s true what you say, susie
Leave it to a sage to go back to what matters: Giggles and forgiveness.
The holy types always seem to go for the joy.
Those wise, spiritual people, they’re so silly
I was wondering what losing my google was though…
I think I may have lost mine last night.
the simpler the wisdom,, the truer it rings….
Hey, darling! Your e-mail to me last week touched me. I was going to answer, but was afraid you wouldn’t get it with your limited access.
If this post isn’t a message, I don’t know what is. This is beautiful. And so true. Not to mention part of the puzzle piece I’ve been looking for with one my manuscripts.
Hope the lake is beautiful and the weather’s fantastic. We hung in the park yesterday for three and a half hours. It was cooler there, temperature-wise, than even the pool probably would have been. If the lake is anything like it, you’re in paradise.
We are our own inner spritual guides. When we open up our mind, that is.
hmmm…. i love this. relationships with mothers can be quite complicated. i will remember to giggle today.
my mother and i did the dance for all our years and it was brutal – i hope i can incorporate a cosmic giggle into my reality now that i’ve forgiven – great outlook!!!
I did that same dance with my mom until she drowned at 44. I found forgiving her a huge help in the healing of “what could have been.” I giggled at google. lol
Holy heck how amusing is that! How bizarrely and wonderfully amusing. How much did you pay for that I’m curious?
Hmmm something different and enlightening.
I’m giggling right now.
Hi Susie! I am also a believer of “I am the creator of my own reality”. Your blog entry interests me. I’ve heard of Jane Roberts but I haven’t read any of her materials.
And yes, I do believe in having fun living in this world, living with passion and without fear.
I also believe that the true meaning of forgiving, is actually forgetting—which means that you no longer think of what the person have done to you but instead embracing the past as a part of us, but it doesn’t control us anymore. 
Happy living Susie.
-Yvie
I was absorbed in your tale. I can relate to the story with your mother, so I was leaning in to see how things unfolded. I hope you are finding what you need to bring peace and giggles to your heart.
Your writing has a wonderful flow to it, an ease and clean style to it.
Oh, I love this! I have been sharing some cosmic giggles on this joyous weekend that we have been in Washington state celebrating grandson Johnny’s graduation.
Thank you for sharing this story
It’s so vague as to be practically meaningless, but there is a grain of wisdom to it. It gave me a good giggle, at any rate.