It is never too late to feel the love of this sweet Father.

One day in a family reunion came the issue of spirituality. There were many doubts, many reticences, a lot of disbelief …, it is normal that all this is expressed because otherwise there would be no conversation. But little by little there was a silence followed by an attention, which was not tense, shocking; when this happens it is because it has connected with the most subtle of ourselves, it is in tune with many unanswered questions accumulated inside and we expect answers in the experience of the other, or, at least feel that the other also has the same concerns.

If this had happened several years ago, when I had not yet begun this path of knowledge in which I am, I would surely have felt uncomfortable; Previously, if some of my words caused this silence in others, I would paralyze myself and then lose the thread and attention of others. But it was not the case, I did not deconcentrate and I continued to relate knowledge of Raja Yoga and my own experiences. After a while, when the subject was over, the oldest person in the family group approached me and with a thin voice said resignedly, “What a pity, I’m late, what are we going to do?” ..- Then yes I was silent, without knowing how to tell him that it is never too late to feel the love of God.

I did not manage to explain the experience of my father who wondered, after being bedridden for a year in the palliative hospital, what was he doing there in that body that did not work, what else had to happen to be able to leave the body and subtract in peace? I had been told many times that this was a punishment from God for having renounced Him, disappointed by everything that had happened in the civil war, and, many times I had repeated to him that God does not punish anyone, that we are ourselves those who do not forgive us

I could not confess to that person that my father found relieved, that a spark of love for Him still remained in his chest. I could not tell him that after a while of having been able to leave the body, in his face had been printed, as in a photograph, the moment of ecstasy achieved of happiness, perhaps having been reunited with Him. I could not share with that old person, that it is only necessary a moment to recover the relationship with God, the Mother / Father who welcomes us without questions; that it is never late; it only takes a second.