Saturday, 6 August 2016

Different (part 1 of 3)


It was a warm July morning. On my road to my clinic I was enjoying this last day before my holiday. Although tired and eager to enjoy my holiday, the fact that this was my last day with my patients before my long awaited holiday gave me a boost of joyfulness and energy. I could not anticipate the sudden change of mood that was to follow. 



Irene, 28 years old, greeted me when i arrived at my clinic. She was already there, waiting for me, with her ever present smile which was also a good disguise for her pervasive frustration with life. We had started our sessions together some three months ago, and I was somewhat frustrated too that we would not get to complete our work together as she was about to move to Austria with work in less than three months' time. It was slightly irritating to me that she had weaved her life scenario in such a way which did not allow for truly significant work to be done on her way of coping with life, which was to run away from facing life and bury her frustration deep inside herself. So much so it had become a physical problem for her as well - facial hair, hormonal imbalances, etc. 

And in her leaving to work in Austria I saw another running away, but this time in a way that undermined the very work we were doing on her tendency, as we would obviously have to terminate therapy prematurely.

This was something that was bothering me. It felt like unfinished business. And especially before my holiday, I didn't like the idea of leaving things unfinished. I was, however, very aware of the fact that our relationship, which was good, was also quite new and was not ripe to sustain major earthquakes that would come with deep transformations. Challenging a patient's life scenario is a monumental task, as it means to challenge the very core of his belief system. And this belief system is very closely guarded. Change is dangerous because it goes against stability. And for better or for worse, the status quo represents that person's way of handling life and its difficulties. Challenging that, even though the purpose may be to construct a better, more enabling way to view life and respond to its difficulties, will usually meet with strong resistance from the patient. Such a challenge has to be planned and delivered at the precise moment the patient is ready and in the appropriate dosage and way so that he can accept it and embrace it. It is because of difficulties like these that therapy is both an art and a science.


Every time i had tried to confront Irene with a preview of her own demons in order to gauge her readiness to plunge deeper, she showed an understanding of what i was saying, but greeted this reality in a rational and social way with her ever-present social and frustrated smile, avoiding to truly delve into those dark depths. I couldn't blame her. 

Our sessions had been quite enjoyable, but we had just laid the groundwork for truly significant deep work. With upcoming holidays after which she would leave the country within a few weeks, however, I was confronted with the problem of how to make sure that we touched on the significant issues for her before she left without hurting our therapeutic relationship and also making sure she would leave for Austria in a way that would allow her to function properly and contain her emotions. 

Her childhood had been marred by the fact that her father had continuously cheated on her mother. And her mother had not stood up to him and had just accepted the status quo. Irene's attitude had been to encourage her mother to stand up to him, to quit the relationship, to divorce him, to do anything, yet all her pleas came to nothing. Hence, Irene had grown up associating intimacy with betrayal, and also a dualistic approach to taking an attitude. She had embodied her mother's anger and frustration, but also her lack of power to truly change things and touch upon the essence. She had learned from a young age that being a woman had its disadvantages, as she associated femininity with being cheated upon and taken advantage of. Therefore, her attitude had become bitter and masculine, and that had started to manifest somatically - she had increased levels of testosterone, had abnormal hair growth in various places on her body (including beard hairs), her menstrual cycle was all but non-existent, which were the reasons for her initial presentation for treatment, as well as a deep and pervasive level of frustration with life. 



"So how are you this fine morning, Irene?" I asked, putting aside all these thoughts about the stages of therapy that i would have liked us to go through before she left and continuing to enjoy my beautiful last morning at work. 
One of the most important lessons I had learned about therapy is that every patient has his own rhythm and that i was not responsible for my patients' evolution and healing. My only responsibility was to do my best and assist them in their change to the best of my abilities. From there on, however, it was every patient for himself. 

In my earlier years as a therapist i had hit my head on the same brick wall countless times, when i found myself wanting my patients' healing more than they did. Somehow, it had been a matter of being "a good enough" therapist. But in my own eyes being good enough had meant that i was only good enough if every patient got better. It was with the help of my supervisor that i had learned that the therapeutic encounter is a co-created relationship, and that I could not and should not try to control the outcome of the encounter, nor take complete responsibility for the final outcome. 


Not everybody was truly ready to embrace change and healing, because they came at a big price - the sacrifice of the stability of the status quo. And this decision, to embark upon months and sometimes years of painful probing of one's psychological innards for the holy grail of personal development and deliverance from one's suffering and failing, repetitive life scenarios - this was the individual choice of each patient. My responsibility was to be a guide and assistant to those that chose to walk that difficult path. My motivation? The laurels of victory and personal transformation of those that had gone through the process and had come out the other side to a life completely and permanently transformed for the better. For each of these patients there had come a moment in our therapy, when understanding the magnitude of what we had achieved working together, they greeted me with a gaze in which they put all the recognition and gratefulness that they were capable of for my helping them achieve such a monumental transformation.


Invariably those were times of silence, because words could not truly express the importance of this transformation, their gratefulness to me for me being there for them every step of the way through their pits and falls, through their despair and fears, a constant beacon of hope on the horizon of their stormy sea. 

And how I cherished those moments! That look in their eyes - worth more than gold! It was those precious minutes and the creation of such a strong bond beyond words, cemented in the months and years we had spent in the blaze of the fire of awareness, and the blows of life that we together transformed into hammer blows of a cosmic hammer on the anvil of life, modeling the iron of their future being. Was I selfish in ever wanting more of these moments for myself? Of course, there was that too. But there was also the satisfaction of having achieved meaning in life, meaning through helping another achieve transformation and give meaning to his own life, helping another manifest his or her own potential. 






Sunday, 10 April 2016

Those not busy being born are busy dying

I fight my demons daily. Everything in my life revolves around my spiritual transformation, like a sculptor chipping away at the impurities that cover the radiance of Superconsciousness. Acupuncture treatments, meditation, reading the right books, having the proper lifestyle, being around the right people and avoiding the wrong people, reflective practice... 
Sometimes I get overwhelmed, I get a little bit scared, the eerie feeling creeps up that I may be losing control. Facing one's inner fears, going looking for one's own demons inside, one is sure not to come up empty handed. Then, a few days later, the healing crisis from the acupuncture treatment wears off and I start to see the benefits: more clarity, more peace of mind, more centredness. The Witness appears again and I see my trials and tribulations with a whole new detachment, like everything is part of the bigger plan of things, and although I have just spent three days in confusion and emotional turmoil, it feels right. I have learned that when I look at my feelings, I feel weak, but when I look at my actions, they actually show a surprising strength. 



I encounter loneliness, fear, the unknown. Uncertainty, fleeting moments of joy, together with fleeting moments of suffering. I dance in confusion and clarity, like a boat that goes up and down on the waves. I learn to not become attached to the crest of the waves, nor to let myself become afraid when sinking back towards the ocean. I have chosen to use the time that has been given to me here to widen the horizons of my consciousness and understand that I am neither the boat, nor the wave, but the ocean itself. 
However, in the middle of Suffering all these philosophies seem far removed from the very concrete perception of Pain. I think that I should take it slower, not push myself so hard with the treatments. Rome wasn't built in a day, and I could take it slower. But then the good things come, the results from the treatments and from facing my demons, reaping the harvest of the emotional hard work. And with them an increasing sense of the fact that things are exactly how they are supposed to be. And that within these cycles of going back and forth from peace to turmoil and from turmoil back into peaceful waters, there is a growing sense of stability and evolution and happiness that goes well beyond any idea of stationary happiness. 
There is life in this process, and with every bit of chaos that comes with the ever continuing work on the holy terrain of the soul, there is more life. There is more peace and more profundity to life and to my understanding, and also I take myself and my passing states of misery and happiness less seriously. I become less Me, and as I become less, I find that i become more Everything. Words have not the power to express it. The Tao that can be named is not the real Tao.
As time goes on, as days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and those into years, I have a growing feeling of stability in the midst of change. But most importantly there is discernment and a feeling of what is of the essence. Things change, circumstances, people, but when I look back, the most important things are the changes in myself. More accurately - the changes in my awareness, in my field of consciousness. 
Each person chooses what he/she channels his/her energy in, day in and day out. Like climbing a ladder one step at a time. And in decades of life one arrives at the conclusion that his ladder was rested on the right wall, or the wrong wall. Again, everything is about the essence of life. Distinguishing the important things through the play of smoke and mirrors of life. 
I have made my choice. I live by it. I choose to work on my innermost insides. The more I travel on this road, the clearer things get and the more I am sure that this is the right path. As time goes by, one truth becomes clearer and clearer - those not busy being born are busy dying. Those busy being born don't fear death because they are truly alive. The others fear death because somewhere deep down in themselves there is a vague feeling that they are missing out on the essence of their life. That essence cannot be outside of themselves in the false glitter of life's merry-go-round. 
The path towards the Essence is wide and clear. Yet few dare to ask the right questions.

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Our Perception of Reality





Accuracy of our perception of reality is not always desirable. Illusion is a pleasant and often indispensable anesthaetic. Our desire for accuracy of our map of objective reality is always measured against the pain of seeing things as they are, uncoloured, unsweetened. It is a dish few people can stomach unseasoned with illusion. Accuracy is an option, always to be weighed against the measure of pain necessary to digest objective reality. Most often we would rather create our own reality, even though our version of reality can be neither real nor satisfying, than face the stark truth of a reality we may not yet be mature enough and prepared enough to understand.
 

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

A special guest to dinner: Loneliness...

She has been haunting me... Every time I'd see her, I would look away. I thought she'd give up, and leave, but she would not give up. Once she catches someone, she doesn't give up so easily.

She would just stand there, in a corner, watching me. The image of patience personified: when I would be busy, she would wait patiently next to me, saying nothing. Sometimes only leaning on my shoulder, and I could smell her perfume. She would say nothing, respecting my distance, yet not going away either. Instead, she would "accidentally" be sitting so close to me, that I would not be able to not feel her presence. And very intrigued, she would look at me and say:
"What? I didn't do anything. You said you were busy and you didn't want me to disturb you. I know you don't want to see me. So please ignore me..."
 
She just knows that I find it very hard to do that. She is stalking me in the gentlest of ways, yet is the symbol of perseverance and patience. She just would not go away. And every time I look towards her, I feel her claws in my chest and I can't breathe... So then I pull away and breathe in! I must keep it all together. I mustn't look at her again. Every glimpse of her sends shivers down my spine and a dagger through my heart. Yet I cannot escape her! She is there, waiting for a moment of silence, when she can come towards me and engulf me and suffocate me. How gentle her touch! How subtle and yet with the weight of a mountain on my chest. She certainly must be Death's cousin, and the Devils sister. 

So I went to my master. I asked him what I should do, how i could get rid of her. He laughed and said: 
"Open up! Welcome her inside! Listen to her."
I was petrified, not believing my ears. 
"But... I will die! She will kill me! I can't do that."
"How do you know you will die? Have you tried welcoming her before?" my master asked.
"No... but... I am scared! Surely I will not survive if I do that. The other day she caught me for a moment and... it was terrible. I needed all day to recover after escaping her claws."
"See? You didn't listen! You ran away. Buddhism states to welcome all, good or bad, rich or poor, beautiful or ugly. Be the perfect host. Be the perfect listener. Invite her in and listen carefully to what she has to say" my master gently insisted.

He seemed to know her in a strange way. How did he know so much about her? I had always thought that they hadn't been introduced, but now I was getting the eerie feeling that they knew each other, and actually quite well. Yet she wasn't with him! Had he survived? How had he gotten rid of her?
I decided to put my whole faith in my master, although it was anything but easy. So I decided to ask her to dinner. Yes, strange, isn't it? How many people ask their Loneliness to dinner? I decided to be the perfect host and the perfect listener. No matter how ugly she would be, no matter how I would feel, I was going to do what my master had asked, or die trying. 

It didn't take long for her to arrive. She was already there. She was watching me set the table in her usual corner of the room, waiting patiently to be invited to have a seat. She had dressed up for the evening, and was visibly excited to have me all to herself. Finally, her moment had arrived. I was hers on a platter. I finished setting up the table. Took a deep breath and gathered all my courage, and opened up...
I was waiting for her cold dagger to pierce through me and for me to take my last breath of life... She smiled deviously at me and jumped at my throat. I could feel her everywhere, her smell, her touch, her piercing look. Yet she didn't kill me. Not yet. She was just making sure I am not running away no matter what she did. She was slowly surrounding me from every direction, covering every inch of my body in her deadly mist. It was too late. I knew I could not escape anymore. I was totally in my masters hands now, I was hoping he knew what he was talking about. I was terrified... She had me there and then, all she had to do was snap me like a twig and I would be gone! But no! She was enjoying it, slowly... I tried to look away from her, but immediately she pierced me with an icy dagger. The pain...! This had certainly been a bad idea. I shoudl have kept running away from her. What was I thinking to invite her over? To open up? Talking about letting the Devil in!
Her stare was icy and empty. It held an eerie beauty... Yet as deadly as a poisoned sting.
"Aah, so now I am not that ugly anymore? Can you look me in the eyes now?" she asked. 
She didn't just want to kill me, she wanted to have fun in the process too. I was so scared I didn't dare say no. I knew I was going to simply dissolve in the emptiness in her eyes, and that would be the end. Well... So be it... I had no choice anyway. I looked deeply in her blue-green eyes, and waited to die. Her stare was so intense... yet nothing happened, I was... still there, in her deadly grip, silence...
"So kill me already and get it over with! What are you waiting for!" I shouted. 
"Who said anything about killing you?" she asked.
"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it? So get on with it, do it!"
"I don't want to kill you" she replied,  "I never did. I just wanted your undivided attention."
"What?!" I uttered in disbelief. I could see her deadly fumes in which I was immersed, and her deadly stare, yet I was still here, very much alive. I didn't understand what was happening.
"Well, you asked me to dinner, didn't you?" she asked. "So I came. All I ever wanted was to have your attention, I just wanted your company." 
Funny thing to hear one's Loneliness saying that, eh? She wanted my company... Huh!
"So what do we do now?" I replied unconvinced.
"Well, we have dinner, and we talk."
"So you are not going to kill me?" 
"For the last time, NO! How many people have you heard dying of Loneliness?"
"Well, I beg to disagree, I did hear about one or two..."
"No, they died because they exhausted themselves because they kept running away from me. All I ever wanted was to stay in their company for a while and for them to accept me and listen to me. That's it."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 
This seemed like a dream. I tried to disentangle myself from her, but immediately I felt a cold dagger in my chest.
"Ah-ah-aah! Where do you think you're going?" she asked. "You said dinner, I came. If you push me away, I will make you suffer!" She seemed pretty firm on that one. 
"Ok, ok! I am not going anywhere... We'll have dinner... together... God! What am I saying? I must have lost my mind. I am having dinner with my Loneliness who promises not to kill me if I listen to her. Jesus!"
Yet I was still breathing, still alive, crazy or not. And She had moved out of the corners of my life which she so happily had populated in the last few months and into the chair in front of me, having dinner with me and we were chatting. This was unbelievable.
"So how is this going to work?" I asked.
"Well, we sit and talk and you tell me about yourself an I tell you about myself. We will be having many dinners together!"she said smiling joyfully. "And breakfasts and lunches! But don't worry, I am much better company than what you credit me for. And think about another thing - I know it must sound strange, she giggled - but you won't be Alone anymore, because I will be here, right?" 

So weeks passed, and Loneliness came every day and we became quite good friends. We spent many days together and talked over many dinners. I learned a lot about her, she seemed to already know everything about me. We had a lot of moments together. Sometimes she would visit me in the evenings, other times just a short glimpse during the day at work, we saw each other mostly during weekends. Eventually she started skipping days. I would catch myself thinking in the middle of the week: "Hmm, she didn't come last night. Did she forget?" We had started having such a good time together. But she didn't come as often as she used to. Even when she did, she would stay but briefly, and then apologized and said she had to be somewhere else. I understood. 

"So!" my master asked with a smile, "what have you learned about Loneliness?"
"Well, I thought I'd die, but I am still here. And it is because I was open and willing to hear her out, to look her in the eyes, to listen to her. I have understood that one can never be alone, because when you are feeling lonely, she is there... I have understood not to discriminate, not to judge, not to push away, I have understood to be humble and open and I am feeling so good already!"
My master smiled, he had a twinkle in his eyes. 
"Good!" he said. "Because you have another guest now. His name is Attachment! Welcome him too."


Thursday, 30 January 2014

Zen - Expectations and Reality

It is no wonder that in this world that cannot keep pace with itself, people seek inner silence and peace. Many paths appear to lead that way, and one of the more popular paths is that of Zen buddhism. Its philosophy is deep and although not thoroughly understood by most people, has something that attracts people seeking the end of their suffering. Or at least a small rest from their hectic lives with schedules, appointments and deadlines. Zen has no appointments, no schedule and no deadlines, which for some people is different enough from what they have in their lives to be worth looking up.

Zen Photoshopped

Yet the western culture has taken the face of buddhism, but failed to grasp the spirit, so in most cases it has ended up with a dead body, which has to do with buddhism as much as a corpse has to do with the live person. Like the image above. The picture doesn't need a caption for anyone who has ever heard about Zen. Pictures like these have come to be associated with what Zen is and what it means. What do we see? We see a face with eyes closed - the Buddha meditating - and we see a very serene background. In other words follow this path and you too will be serene and clear. All your troubles will go away and all your problems will be magically solved. Also the moon in the picture is overly large and photoshopped to have a surreal beauty - a sign of the beauties that you will discover in your inner world. Peace, happiness, serenity, and also very special and sublime states.

This is where the problem starts. Zen is what this picture represents it to be inasmuch as that moon in the picture is real. Our western culture has photoshopped Zen buddhism together with that moon. Why do we keep doing that? We take something that we want to promote and amplify and augment it to make it look one thousand times what it really is.
A woman once went up to Madonna and very admiringly told her that she envies her looks and would very much like to look the way Madonna looks on the cover of magazine X. Madonna replied: Yes... so would I!

We do that because the unaugmented image would appear dull and boring. Reality in itself appears to us dull and boring (at best).  People would look at an unaugmented picture and go: "Yes? And? What is so special about this? Why do you show it to me?" So we have started to paint our realities, because we cannot handle the objective reality as it is. We find it uninteresting and depressive. And an even bigger problem is that we don't even see this as a problem! We want a fairy tale, a break from our ordinary lives filled with unhappiness, despair, problems and agitation. We have a "bling" approach to life. We are attracted to all that glitters. Not different in essence from the behaviour of a crow which picks up anything shiny and glittery. Not manifesting any more emotional intelligence than a crow either.

Well, if you find yourself thinking like that and are attracted to Zen buddhism thinking this is another way to quickly amp up your life because you will have special experiences and will become the neighborhood guru, or think you will solve your problems quickly and magically, think again. Zen, the "real stuff" as it is, has nothing like that. At least not for a good portion of time, which is by far longer than what most modern people would be willing to wait.

The word Zen is japanese and has come from the chinese "chan" which in turn has come from the indian "dhyana". At its root it means something very simple: to sit quietly. It does not mean to levitate, nor any other state or special action or activity. And no, there are no special techniques, you won't have any special experiences, and your head will not explode into the bright light of enlightenment. Does all this mean that Zen is a fake? No, it does not. It is a very powerful path of transformation and evolution, that ultimately will help you evolve and perhaps one day, in this lifetime or another, will lead you to enlightenment. But before getting there, actually before even starting the journey, we have to understand where such a journey will take us.

Expectations and Reality

The reason I am writing this, is that all too often I have inspired people to take up meditation. And the vast majority have given it up very quickly, most of them within five sessions of meditation, because they had very different expectations of what would happen during and after such meditations than what actually was normal practice.
So let's take a minute and review what such expectations might be: bliss, silence, concentration, the absence of thoughts, inner peace and perfection, and immediate superior understanding (compared with the lesser mortals who don't meditate). What happens in reality? What is Zen about and how do we see it? The complete opposite. If you take up meditation this is what you will encounter: restlessness, a hurricane of thoughts - and i don't mean lofty thoughts about spiritual evolution, but thoughts about paying your bills and setting up meetings and getting things sorted -, a constantly chattering mind, no concentration whatsoever, and also a lot of feelings, most of them unpleasant, the kind of feelings associated with whatever it is you are running away from in your life, and with chapters of your life you haven't quite come to terms with. And if you think that all of this will in the end leave you with some superior understanding, well, you're wrong again; many meditation sessions will force you to witness how confused you actually are.
So if you've seen movies about saints going into the desert to meditate and they do this to let the spirits of the desert assail them and by this to attain a higher state of evolution, make sure you understand what is going on. Those demons are not the ones you see in movies like "the exorcism of emily rose". They are your every day demons that have been haunting you and you may know them very well. But you haven't been paying them enough attention until now. Be sure that if you grant them an appointment by sitting still and letting them come to you, they will! So when they do come to you, what do you do? What do all newcomers to meditation do? They push them away. They say to them: "Look, I am not sitting here to be with you, my demons. I am sitting here because I have heard that if i do this i will be serene, peaceful, and so on. So go away and let me concentrate and reach those nice states of being for which I have taken up this meditation stuff."

Needless to say that the attempt to push these mental and emotional events away when you meditate is not going to get you anywhere, it actually is the exact oposite of what Zen is about. Even if you hipnotize yourself into believeing you are tranquil and serene, in reality you are running away from your inner world and that is the exact opposite of what Zen teaches. On top of all this, you may very likely walk away very confused, as your experience with meditation has offered nothing even close to the ever so popular Zen images. Many people misunderstand their experiences thinking that this "meditation stuff" is not for them, because they have tried it and they didn't get to the bliss and peace they expected. They didn't even manage to still their minds. So what are they doing wrong?

True Zen - a True Image That is Hard to Sell

The truth of Zen is very different, in fact actually quite the opposite of what western capitalist culture teaches us. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that most of us don't understand it at first. But not because it cannot be understood, but because it requires first of all a true desire to see things as they are. A desire to understand, not a desire to brag about meditation. This is why Zen has been marketed in a way very different from what it is. Because very few people would be interested in the plain, unaugmented reality. And reality is what Zen is all about.
Whilst meditation is "free" and the blissful states you may be looking for will not have a price tag attached paid in some currency, let's make sure we get things straight: NOTHING in life is for free. If you are looking for a quick fix, a shortcut to instant happiness, this isn't it. And there is no such thing as a quick fix that will deliver fantastic, amazing and also true and lasting results in any realm of life. True Zen, starting from philosophical grounds up, called right understading, and continuing with practices such as meditation, and continuing with how you feel during the process, all this requires effort. Very significant effort by the standards of western society. Actually the more valuable an experience (and we are talking about one's spiritual evolution and understanding) the more effort is required to get there.
So right off the bat, this is one aspect about Zen that is hard to sell. It requires effort, a regular practice and takes time. Bored already? Which is why you don't see it in images suggestive of Zen. What are people excited about? Hard work and commitment that delivers predictable results or instant quick fixes? But the matter of fact is that quick fixes deliver results that are as real as the photoshopped image.

But spiritual practice is much harder than that for some more reasons. Another top reason on the list is that it makes you confront your demons. All that pent-up stuff you don't like or haven't come to terms with and are carrying it with you every living second of your life. Happiness and serenity and inner peace are not the result of running away from or pushing away of unpleasant stuff. This is rather the reaction of a spoiled child which runs away from difficulties instead of working them out and learning valuable lessons in the process. Is it hard? Is it painful? You bet it is! Is it worth it? THAT is the first true realisation upon choosing to walk on this path. It is. It's nothing spectacular, there is nothing special about it. You won't be able to brag about it. But it will be very real and very worthwhile.
The simple common sense of buddhism states that we are here to evolve. To learn about ourselves and the world we live in. To learn about our emotions, our aspirations, and everything else we experience. And we are here in this universal playground to test our understanding by exercising one of our greatest gifts as human beings: the freedom to choose. The choices in life we make reflect our understanding of how things work. Karma simply means we will get feed-back for those choices. And by understanding that what we get is a result of what we did in the past, and that in turn a result of how we understood things then, we can try to improve our understanding and hence make better choices which will lead us closer to happiness.
What Zen buddhism does, is that it take a very direct approach to that. The goal of Vipassana meditation, also called Insight meditation, a core meditation of buddhism, is to see things clearly, as they are, by a simple effort of sitting still and becoming increasingly more aware of everything. We are not involved in making things happen, which would in itself be a manifestation of our understanding, but we sit still and are receptive, like an empty cup waiting to be filled with the insights we gain from seeing clearly moment to moment.
It is here that we enter a world full of paradoxes, so classically associated with Zen, but which in reality have nothing to do with Zen in particular, but with how the world is in reality. Every true spiritual path will arrive at the same paradoxical truths.
We sit silently, yet inside there is anything but silence. Although the experience of meditating in itself may be anything but peaceful, for it puts you in contact with your worst fears and least pleasant emotions, the commitment to sit them through and see beyond appearances will be rewarded with wisdom and peace. But it requires patience and effort. The effort which I keep going on about is actually the resolve of keeping going, because true insight is that we have a number of emotional reactions which are automatic, we work all the time on autopilot. Our reactions to various stimuli are like a reflex. We are so cut off from the true reality of direct moment to moment experience, that we are the captives of our automatic choices. Insight means seeing that certain reactions are not necessary, or are based upon a wrong or incomplete understading of things. Once we see that, we can CHOOSE to stop reacting out of habit as if sleepwalking, and act in accordance with seeing through the veil of illusions. This leads us many times to stop acting in certain ways. Hence the paradox: make the effort to stick long enough in this practice to achieve the insight necessary to simplify your internal life and stop all efforts. Happiness, very much against the ideas of our society based on "more more more" is in reality achieved through "less". Less is the real more. As a saying goes: "happy is not he who has the most, but he who needs the least."
By gradually cultivating and expanding our awareness, we gradually see beyond the "label world" in which we have lived until now. What do I mean by that? Well, you meditate in silence and then you hear a dog barking or some other sound. Immediately your mind labels the experience "dog barking" or whatever it is you are hearing. As of that moment you are cut off from hearing the actual sound of the dog barking, and your mind goes on and on in waves of thought: "aah, that dog...! it always barks! I can't even sit still in silence because he always has to bark. I must talk to the neighbour about his dog..." All this time the dog keeps barking but what is in the mind is not the bark as in the sound of the bark, but various reactions and emotions in reaction to the bark. So although it all started with something rooted in objective reality, our reality is made up mostly of our reactions to that reality, our labels of that reality. There is a huge difference between quickly sipping a coffee on the run at work whilst working or thinking about a hundred different things, and sitting quietly with a cup of coffee, no hurry, and immersing yourself slowly in all the experiences associated with that cup of coffee - the smell, the warmth of the mug in your hands, the way the cup touches your lips, the subtle flavours as they spread in your mouth, and so on. It is not the reality that is different, but our attention to that reality and hence our perception of it as well. Also, our sense of being nourished by an experience, whatever the experience. If we reduce an experience to a set of labels, we will not be able to be nourished by these labels, for only objective reality can be fulfilling. Also, words like "special, beautiful, fulfilling" change their meaning completely. By paying close attention to whatever experience we have, and hence by seeing beyond the usual labels we put on things, we start to enjoy extremely simple activities. The beauty of a simple and common sound like that of a dripping faucet or just the traffic outside; an every day image like a book sitting on a shelf; a sensation which can be as simple as the lips touching each other. We may believe that these have nothing special and cannot possibly have anything to do with happiness or bliss. But "special" or "common" are labels in themselves. "Ugly" and "beautiful" also. As the saying goes: "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" - it has nothing to do with the objective reality of that person or object, as is made clear by the fact that the same object can be labeled differently by different people. By going beyond these labels we see that actually these exist only in our minds. The objective reality simply "is". And gradually, with practice, we discover the simple and strange beauty of happiness associated with just... being! Not doing anything, not needing anything. We are not essentially incomplete and unhappy and need to be whole again in order to be happy. We are whole. But we don't usually look close enough to see that. Once we start seeing that, we understand that we need less of everything, not more.

Pleasant states, Unpleasant states

 In a first phase the biggest hurdle will be to have the patience to sit through unpleasant states of mind. If you survive in meditation long enough you get to the phase in which there are more and more pleasant states. Some of these can be so beautiful that they have nothing to do with ordinary life and one can easily get attached to them. Attachement however is tension, and that in itself prevents happiness. Pleasant states are also just part of the show, just like unpleasant ones. The idea is not to pursue pleasant states of mind.

As you continue practicing, meditation will be your guide to the most unpleasant and also to the most pleasant of states, and ultimately your inner spiritual master that will teach you equanimity in regard to both. That however is easier said than done! The full transcendence of these states equates with enlightenment. But even after a few weeks of regular meditation one will begin to see clear benefits, that will grow with practice. In other words, get comfortable and used to the idea that for a very long time to come you will continue dividing things into pleasant and unpleasant, and perhaps some that will be neutral.

So what do we usually do whith these things? Very simple: we pull the pleasant states/things to us, and push the unpleasant ones away. Again, this is a reflex that is extremely strong, and it is based on the incorrect view of happiness that states that happiness can be achieved by stringing together as many pleasant experiences in as little time as possible, at the same time completely avoiding unpleasant ones. This is obviously impossible and also if it were, it wouldn't be fulfilling in a deeper way.
What older students of this path gradually learn through time and experience, is to be more tolerant, less caught up in the quality of an experience and simply to see it as it is. That includes tolerance with one's own tendency to divide them up into pleasant and unpleasant. It is a totally humbling experience in which you accept that you are attached to an experience, and also accept that you are pushing another away. But you gradually develop more patience and tolerance to both, as well as to yourself as a person. You gradually become more open to whatever lies inside of you, an openness grounded in tolerance and acceptance. Zen therefore doesn't mean not having them, nor pushing them away, but accepting them in your experience like a humble and welcoming host opening the door to guests without judging them. The ultimate paradox is that when you become completely accepting and tolerant, in the end there is just silence and ultimate bliss. That is, when you stop pushing them away and are not concerned with them anymore, they also stop coming. So only when you give up on enlightenment and are completeley acepting of this world and these experiences, do they "go away". This is the final image so often associated wtih buddhism and Zen and portrayed everywhere. But the paradox is that you have to completely give it up in order to achieve it. 

Laughing buddha

There is an interesting aspect of how buddhas are depicted in pictures or sculptures which is very typical of buddhism and how to go about things. The image just above is of a laughing buddha, called by some a japanese buddha. Further up, the buddha on a black background is an Indian buddha. They are very different in appearance. The indian one is very slim, sits in a perfect lotus posture, its spine erect, eyes closed, face serene but focused. One would associate it with the ascet achieving perfection. But the paradoxes we just talked about tell us that if we are very serious about achieving enlightenment, this only translates as attachment. Attachment means rejecting present reality and wishing for something that is not present, therefore unreal in this moment. That is not the way to achieve enlightenment. Actually enlightenment is the ultimate insight that we were never imperfect to begin with. We were simply "asleep", unaware. "the buddha" literally means the awoken one. So there is nothing to strive for. Therefore the laughing buddha is completely different from the indian buddha, in the desire to convey the message that one should not become too tensed up or attached to the idea of becoming enlightened, nor to the idea of perfection in any sense. Therefore he is very relaxed about life. He is not an ascet, he eats a lot and therefore is fat. He is not in a perfect posture, because he is aware that perfection does not lie in a posture. Perfection is everywhere, because there simply isn't anything imperfect in this universe. Enlightenment only means a change in the degree of awareness of everything, not in posture. And as he is very relaxed, he can enjoy the whole universe and doesn't take anything too seriously, and therefore is able to have a laugh.

So, my message to you - be like the laughing buddha. Don't tense up about things and don't take yourself too seriously. But be mature, and realise that if you are serious about making a change in your life that is aimed at taking you to a deeper understanding and a greater happiness, this will require commitment, effort and perseverence. Effort and perseverance to keep going past the aversion aimed at your worst nightmares and past the attachements to states out of this world. Zen is neither silence nor noise. Neither pleasant states, nor unpleasant ones. Zen is a tolerance and awareness that allows you to be in both, whilst untouched by any of them, yet in perfect awareness of them. And if in doubt, have a laugh!

Sunday, 26 January 2014

Impermanence...

Those who truly seek the Truth look inside.
Those who truly look inside find a desert of nothingness.
Along the foot marks of those before us in this desert we read:
"There are only three Truths in this world:
Suffering, Impermanence and Selflessness.
But to you, oh wary traveller, we -
those who have walked before you - say:
There is no need for Fear or Dispair.
You see a desert because you have chosen to see beyond
the vivid dancing colours of Samsara.
Now the ilusions are gone, for you see beyond them.
All that is left is the desert before you.
But look closely and you shall see
That the desert is made of Star Dust, and the Wind
is the Wind of Change.
Look closely and see the Truth,
see that which cannot be put in words.
Then you will choose the firm ground of
Impermanence and Nothingness
over the quicksands of Somethingness."

Sunday, 29 September 2013

The Death of an Autumn Leaf

The wind had changed. It wasn't so sweet and warm anymore. Instead it had become colder and cutting, coarse and unforgiving. Sometimes warm days would come again, but day by day the autumn cold was getting nearer. The Leaf was no longer caressed by tender sunshine and sweet summer days. Instead it felt its life force diminish as the Sun no longer touched its green skin as tenderly and lovingly as it had done in the summer months.
The Leaf was starting to feel old and brittle. No longer was it young and green. It had become old, its younger days had passed. Its colours had turned to the most beautiful rainbow of yellow, orange and rusty, with some shades of green forgotten here and there. It knew that this was the exuberance of its impending death, the last glimmer of a setting sun. It was like it was putting on its most beautiful clothes preparing for its departure. 
As it sat there blown by the cold autumn wind, still linked through its drying stem to the Tree of Life, it couldn't help but reflect on the Great Emptiness. Above it, the big blue sky with an autumn crispness it had never seen before and yet so strangely familiar, of a divine beauty and yet so sad... 

The Leaf knew its end was near, but the big blue sky above it would continue to be, along with the bright shiny stars. How come it was sad and at the same time happy? There was a feeling of eternity in all this atmosphere, mixed with a feeling of ending, its end. What would happen to it? It would no longer be able to feel the warm Sun carressing it, nor the bright mornings with the Wind blowing through the trees and waking up all its brothers and sisters in the joyous frenzy of a sunrise, when all nature would be waking up. All that had passed... As it looked to the Earth knowing that that was where it was going to end up dying, it couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like - dying? It had seen some of its brothers and sisters fall from the Tree of Life and be blown gently away, and as they floated gently through the air and touched the ground there was an eery feeling - they weren't so different from a moment ago and yet something fundamental had changed about them. Their appearance hadn't changed, yet it could not feel their presence anymore. It knew it would never be able to speak to them again. It felt sad. There was no purpose in all this. Why should they die? Why should It die? Why was all beauty and happiness condemned to come to an end? It looked at its brothers and sisters on the ground remembering all the happy rustling of the spring and summer. But they were there no more, their decaying bodies the only remnants of their existence. Still, something strange was going on. It was like they were there but not in their rusty leaf bodies. It felt as if somehow they had become part of the Tree again... Surely this couldn't be... 

But as the Leaf was thinking about all this, a cold, dry wind started blowing. The distant Sun was shining its last rays from behind a grey cloud. The Leaf was scared, it wanted to hang onto the Tree, and gazed scared and sad to its dry stem, its last sap of Life. But even that had become a mere memory. The wind was picking up and It knew Its time had come. A gust of cold, cutting wind severed its link to the Tree of Life. Suddenly the Leaf felt the Wind no more. It was floating gently on its wings, as if it were a child gently swayed to sleep. As it was floating on the Wind, it couldn't help notice the silence. The rustling of the trees had become a faint sound somewhere in the distance. Half asleep, the Leaf felt as it was gently laid down by the Wind in the welcoming arms of the Great Mother - Earth. As it touched the ground, for a moment there was a flash, like a deja-vu, the same embrace of the Mother Earth, in which the Leaf was coming into existence. Now the Mother was embracing her whilst receiving It back. It was funny - death felt like nothing it had anticipated. Although it felt slowly dissolving into the arms of the Great Mother, it didn't feel lonely. Actually quite the opposite. It felt very much connected to all and everything. Its brothers and sisters whom it had weeped for as they had died before, were all here. Strange, this "here", but welcoming. If in the past it used to look at the Earth, the Great Mother, and glanced at the sky, the Great Father, being in this "here" felt as if both cosmic parents were united and it was within. How strange, and yet so eerily beautiful...

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The Sun was peeking through the morning clouds with a pink-orange shimmer, and a fresh morning breeze was waking up all the leaves. Birds were chirping their happy morning songs, as the whole forest was waking up. A young green leaf bud was also waking up. Its brothers and sisters were already singing their wake-up song as the wind was blowing through the trees and caressing their green bodies. The Leaf bud had had the strangest of dreams. It had dreamt about a clear blue sky, of a clarity it had never seen before, about a wind that was very different from the one it knew, and in this dream the wind had torn a Leaf from the Tree. The torn Leaf was much bigger than the leaf bud, and its colours... it had never seen such colours! As it was thinking about this Leaf blown away by the wind, it remembered feeling a strange familiarity with this Leaf it had never seen before... Well, it was only a dream, and now it was time for the beginning of a new day, as the Leaf bud was gently caressed by the Sun's warm embrace.