I do a silly little ritual, almost every day. Preferably morning is good, probably before bed would be good too.
I have a sentimental item, and think to myself, in my own mind, I guess a short prayer; it's not really a formal prayer though; kind of how Maximus did, in that movie, 'Gladiator.'
Has it helped? It doesn't seem like it. But, I was recently reminded that prayers, will, and, basically anything that is not simple, like a tuna sammich, may take time, to come to fruition. Unfortunately, perhaps a very long time; but, not always. In the eastern traditions, Satori, which is a simple thing, kind of comes in it's own time and way for different people. Some people get it quite quickly with little or even no effort at all. Other people devote their lives, and it doesn't happen for years and years.
I remember. That's what makes it so hard. It's like being away from home, for years and years... I suppose I do forget. The little rituals and prayers become empty habit, perhaps sometimes; but, sometimes I do awaken, and remember.
So, that's what I do.
The thing that worries me though, is, what happens when one attains the thing all the reminders were for? Like a fear of losing the rituas and the reason for doing them. Maybe akin to fear of success. I suppose I sometimes worry that the reminders/rituals may be preventing the attainment, themselves. Like wishing for a cheesecake so hard, that you forget you can afford it now, and all you have to do is walk into the shop and buy it. heh.
I guess that means you have to take your eye off the prize sometimes too, or you might miss out.
"Don't confuse the finger pointing at the moon, for the moon, or you'll miss out on all that heavenly glory."
From what I do know, it seems like, when the fog lifts, and people that go through these sorts of things, begin to see again; it's like a light turns on. The process of readjusting may be gradual, but, it seems like, 'the lights turn back on,' the, 'electricity comes back on.'
