The Story of the Leather Belt that was Too Big

The Story of the Leather Belt that was Too Big


I was with family a few days ago when one of them asked if I could walk to the nearby liquor store to get her some vodka. So, I asked her if a certain other family member had an extra belt I could wear because I forgot mine. She thought one of hers would fit and went to get it.

I tried it on, and it turned out it was way too big. If I put the buckle tongue in the first hole, it hung off me like some kind of leather hula hoop fed through the belt loops of my jeans. Naturally, my jeans were starting to slide down over my bum. I couldn’t go to the store like that, so, I told my family member it didn’t fit.

But this family member didn’t believe me. She thought I didn’t have something figured out, which is the typical way she deals with me. She said, “Pull your pants up.”

I repeated, “It doesn’t fit.”

“Pull your pants up over your hip.”

Again, my pants had to be pulled up because I didn’t have a belt that fit—but pulling them up didn’t magically make the belt fit, either.

See? “It doesn’t fit!”

Again, she was insistent.

So, I insisted she look at the belt.

In her stupor, she inspected it slightly but hardly snapped out of her delusion. She said nothing.

I asked, “Why wouldn’t you just listen to me?”

Finally, she admitted that she thought I didn’t have my pants on right.

But, of course, she never snaps out of these kinds of delusions or thinks that maybe she should just listen to me in the first place. And this epitomizes how this particular family member has been treating me all this time. Worse yet, she’s been helping the psychiatrists believe I have schizophrenia, all while smearing me to the mother of my child.

And Dr. Nelson, the psychiatrist I dealt with for four and a half years solely in an attempt to get a letter for the family court so that I could help my daughter, treated me the same way.

They don’t listen to me and try to get me to think something else must be true.

But what is true is that I can’t prove my spiritual communication with Sri Chinmoy or many other things the way I could show this family member the belt didn’t fit, and so, much to my disadvantage, they go on believing their delusions.

This family member then went to get a belt from the other family member like I originally asked and it fit.


Arjuna D. Ghose lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada (most of the time). When he's not working on writing for this blog or his multi-volume memoir, The Struggle Within, he's usually working on web design and development projects or trying to help his daughter to help ensure she grows up believing in herself, with happiness, and making good choices. He became a member of the Sri Chinmoy Centre in 1994 and continues to follow the teachings of Sri Chinmoy with the intention of making continuous progress toward the goal of fully actualizing and manifesting his spiritual nature.

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