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Divine Yourself

Tap Into Yourself to Find the Meaning of Your Life

Close-up of eucalyptus gum nuts on stalks alongside long, thin leaves. Background of river, blue sky, and distant low buildings on other side of the river.
A view of eucaluptus trees tapping into the waters of the Swan River near Canning Bridge, on our recent trip to Perth.

Years ago, I tried my hand at water divining.


I found a forked stick and walked around our property with it poised just above the ground, my hands alert to any movement not of my own making, which would indicate there was water below.


The only reason I was doing this was because we desperately needed water.


There had been little rain that year. The natural spring had dried up and our tank only held 23,000 litres of water when it was full. It was empty now because Rob had climbed inside the tank and scooped out the remaining water into two buckets.


‘This is the last of our water,’ Rob said to our five children gathered around the buckets now sitting under the stairs. Their eyes boggled at the reality.


We’d ordered a water truck to deliver 7,000 litres in the morning, but the $300 cost had blown our budget and couldn’t be repeated when that ran out. That’s why I’d hunted for a forked stick and tried, unsuccessfully, to find an underground supply of free water.


Good news! It rained heavily that night. The sound of rain thrumming on the roof, gurgling down the water pipes and into the tank was a beautiful sound.


Trying to Find the Meaning of Your Life


When I recall my water divining attempts, I see myself in jeans and a t-shirt, moving slowly across the ground, the forked stick held loosely in up-facing palms, the stick pointing forwards.


That mental vision of myself reminds me of the way we look for the meaning of life.


We look outside ourselves for it.


We read books. Attend seminars. Pray to the heavens. Climb mountains. Do Google searches. Go on pilgrimages. It’s like we have a forked stick in our hands, and we roam the earth looking for the truth about ourselves. Trying to find it elsewhere. Waiting for the stick to pull downwards so we can say, ‘Aha! Here it is!’


But all we have to do is settle inside ourselves. That’s where the water – the meaning – the “truth” – is.


If it were otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense.


It wouldn’t be fair.


I once belonged to a religion that taught that no one could come to know and obey God unless he called them.


I was taught that God had called my father. I imagined God holding his hands around his mouth as he shouted down from the heavens, telling Dad to listen to him. And I imagined Dad looking up in surprise and bewilderment at the sound. My dad listened, and we joined God’s church, so we were safe from the terrible prophecies about the end of the world that we read about in the Book of Revelation.


But the confusing thing to me as I grew up was that everyone else in the world who didn’t believe in God would be punished – even though it was, really, God’s fault that they knew nothing about him because he hadn’t called them like he had my father.


It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t fair.


I turned my back on that exclusive religion in my early forties. It took me a few more years to drop the concept of a wrathful God in the sky watching my every move and deciding, moment by moment, whether I deserved eternal life, but I’m over all that stuff now.


No one needs to wait to be called by an invisible, imagined, vengeful being.


We can call ourselves.


Do you want to know who or what you are?


Ask yourself.


Divine yourself.


Wisdom is embedded in you.


The reality is that you are universal wisdom walking around.


You are the diviner of your inner water.


The answer to your question about the meaning of your life lies within you.


With love, Marlane

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