Watching the sunset on the Pacific Ocean is one of the most beautiful sights in the world. Recently while in Pacific Grove, California, we enjoyed this experience — seeing the sun change its color from golden to pink to orange before slipping below the horizon. Gazing out at the ocean, I remembered another sunset I’d witnessed some years before — one that left a deep impression on me.
It was at Master’s Retreat Center in Encinitas, California, where I’d been taking seclusion for a week. One evening before returning to my room to meditate, I went out for a walk along the bluffs overlooking the ocean. The scene was as beautiful as anything I’d seen during my stay. The light of the sun was almost gone, but the ocean and sky were still bathed in soft hues of blue, rose, and lavender.
I become entranced by the scene before me: it seemed as though Divine Mother was revealing Herself in beautiful evening attire through this sunset. The misty sky was Her shawl of translucent chiffon in shades of silver and rose, and the sea was Her gown in shimmering turquoise and blue satin. Time seemed to stop as I quietly absorbed the beauty of Divine Mother’s presence before me.
Then a bit of movement on the sea caught my eye: two tiny specks were moving toward the shore. I watched with curiosity as the specks grew larger and finally became visible as two surfers riding the last waves of the day before nightfall. Without realizing what I was doing, my attention shifted from the scene of ethereal beauty to the little surfers. Would they be able to ride that big wave to shore? Which one of them would arrive first?
Then suddenly I stopped and laughed. “This is what it must be like when we’re enjoying the astral world, then suddenly get caught up in a little drama on earth and reincarnate,” I thought. We look down from the heights and see people we’ve known before and think, “Oh, she would make a nice mother, and he’d be a good big brother.” Before we know what’s happening, we find ourselves caught in the confines of another incarnation.
In the few moments that I had watched the surfers, the radiance of the sunset passed, and Divine Mother’s lovely gown was gone. As I walked back to my room to meditate, I was both amused and a little sobered by the experience. “Please,” I prayed to God, “keep me engrossed in Divine Mother’s beauty, so that I won’t get caught in the drama of one more incarnation.” This is the deeper message the sunset always carries for me.
With joy in God,