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This line has been humming in my head since my last session with a client. At work, I regularly witness the miraculous in the way people transform, discover and heal their deep-set wounds. I watch them begin to laugh and smile without reason, cure long-standing illnesses, wake up to the beauty of nature, begin to create in beautiful and unimaginable ways and often just mumble on about the wonder of the inner journey.
And now and again a client arrives at that ‘special’ place inside and rolls his/her incredulous eyes at me asking ‘I cannot imagine what all that trauma, rage was about. Life is the same and yet none of those things touch me any more. What has changed? All is the same and yet it is not. Nothing is the same only because I am not the same person. So then who was the one who suffered so?”
And this is the point when I know that I can speak to them about delusion and the haunting truth of Maya or illusion. For now they experience it, not as some lofty diktat but as wonder within their own transformation. It is also the time when I share the terse Zen wisdom of the journey being from ‘nothing to nothing.’ And almost always the penny drops.
Healing is the direct path. Beginning from who you are and where you are. Cutting through the fog of haloed scriptures and their weighty words. Touching the heart and the mind where it is, in pain/confusion/shadow-boxing/truant and traumatized. Targeting what I call the “I am” factor. For it is only when you KNOW stillness, peace, a-causal joy, witness your own fearlessness and abundance, feel the heart/mind move away from hostile and aggressive schemes and begin to express gratitude for the smallest things that you truly forget about God/goodness/right/moral and virtuous. Those concepts do not engage you anymore for you are agog with the stirring of your own liberating Self. And it just FEELS like you are all those things. Why then search for any God outside? For the humming bird does not tarry over the power of notes or the science of music….it knows the ultimate ecstasy in the spring of its own song.
So let me share one such wonder state that I witnessed recently. G came to me ostensibly happily married, loved by husband and in-laws and mother of a beautiful little daughter. I had met G a few times earlier through another client socially. ‘Sweet’ and self-effacing to the point of being painful, she was eulogized by all as the ‘perfect’ daughter/wife/daughter-in-law and mother. Eager to please with an un-erasable smile on her face G of course seemed to ‘good’ to be true. She showed up at office one day in tears telling me she was heading for a depression, cried all day and could not understand the source of her despair. What started as a mild enquiry into her confusion, led her to a bottled up rage within her which was startling. Emotionally ‘fearful’ and subservient, I asked her to begin with examining all her social ‘personas’ and stripping them down to their root. One day I gave her a medtiation where I asked her to pull out of her being all whom she saw as the source of her rage. G emerged, her face full of light, her eyes unusually bright and luminous and her smile for the first time was a full, spontaneous beacon of joy. There was such a marked change in her energy that I was taken aback. Especially since when I gave her the meditation I was not sure her ‘meek’ self could rise to identify the ‘perpetrators’ of her rage or allow her the
‘violence’ of pulling them out of her being.
In fact G went through each and every one of her ‘cherished’ relationships including her husband and chopped them all with impunity. Strangely, then G entered the world of her own ‘truth’ where she saw herself sitting amidst the chopped limbs, blood and gore, naked in deep meditation, she then ‘saw’ a fire burn up the residue around her while she sat unscathed at the middle. “I then saw the fire move to my chest and turn into a blue flame and I heard these words, “you are now free of the artifice of created selves. There is no need to fear anything or anyone for within you lies the truth of your Self.” And I suddenly felt like a huge rock has melted from within.” Bemused I asked G how she felt chopping down people she had been taught to revere and defer to her whole life. ‘Never felt better’ was her spontaneous response.
And so it is with the path of transformation. Within the heart lies the truth of our real feelings towards the world piled under layers of junk of ‘created’ selves. An eager to please ‘woman’ is harbouring a violent rage within to the very same people she serves and defers to all day. Living such abysmal spilt selves, fearful how the truth of our ‘real’ feelings will appear to the world, seeking validation at our own cost, suppressing our ‘fire’ under the guise of borrowed personas. Today G is so ‘changed’ that everyone cannot help but comment. She has embarked on a journey to become a ‘healer’ and is practicing amazing Reiki on her family. She has entered a space of inner
‘silence’ which is surprising everyone and her husband has become an ardent ‘fan’ of her Reiki. “I suddenly feel like I am worthy of respect and love just for who I am and feel no need to play into people’s unreasonable games and needs. I cannot believe there is so much to discover within. I suddenly feel I have a full time job just getting to know the world within ME. And for the first time in my life I wake up every morning and hear myself whisper ‘I am’ without the definitions of all those who surround me. The feeling is awesome,” says a calm, resolute voice which just a few days ago was barely audible.
As a participant in their journey, I too watch and learn the wonder of transformation over and over again. And sometimes, when I watch the most painful coils of the psyche unfurl, the darkest shadows of the self vanquished and the worst mind patterns tamed I too wonder about the before and after, the great divide between Samsara
and Nirvana. And when within just a few weeks a light, joyous being stands before me, I wonder is this really a great ‘road’ a difficult Path, a rare blessing or just much ado about nothing. One moment you sleep and the next moment you awaken. Just like that!
Posted By Jasjit Purewal - 1:08 PM Monday 07 August 2006
Very unusual writing and approach. The blog is quite a different perspective on the whole and very interesting read. I wonder if it really is that easy, I mean 'much ado about nothing' sounds like a great Zen title, however people like me who have been on spiritual practices for a few years now feel dismayed by how simple it all sounds here. Me I still struggle with many very basic selves which still come up when I least expect them. Anyhow a very encouraging view. Good Site!
Greg
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Dear Jasjit,
a superb article. All bonds whether pleasurable or painful are in actuality....bonds.
A chain is a chain whether made of gold or baser ore.
The permutaions and combinations of these relationships drive our mental balance. It is like a juggler trying to juggle a lot of articles. He is poised and balanced when all articles move smoothly. when even a small non uniformity occurs the balance is lost...it may reflect even on the other not so problematic articles.
When asked to meditate on the fromless by Totapuri, Sri Ramakrishna couldnt. He was met with the loving from of the Divine Mother as soon as he closed his eyes. This incensed Tota and he pierced a piece of glass inbetween ramakrishna's eyebrows and asked him to meditate on the point. Ramakrishna closed his eyes and when the form of the Mother came in front of his mind, he chopped her off mentally and his mind ascended to the infinite.
The juggler too is most relaxed when he is not juggling.
lots of love.
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Hi Greg
Yes the torture of surfacing baser selves in the midst of practice is the greatest challenge to all seekers. Perhaps that is why 'healing' is a direct path. For rather than focus on a 'notion' of spiritual practice being all about chanting and meditation only, it begins by addressing what we know as our 'dark' sides. SOurcing what lies beneath and hence revealing the 'illusory' mind. Once we experience the freedom of that as we know a the demon within, the journey to light becomes both promising and hopeful and of course infintely easier. Something like no point pondering on the cleanliness of the surface of water when sediments lurk at the bottom. We always know then that the surface is just a mirage. :)
Goood Luck
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Thanks Aachi
Yes bonds can be both beautiful and ugly but it is only when we experience the wonder of complete disengagement do we understand what unfettered really means and why a bird flies through a horizonless space and symbolizes expanse.
Of course these are the secret, mystical symbols which few can fathom in Totapuri and ramakrishna's exchange. For Kali was the Universe of Ramakrsihna's Divinity and he came as a powerful messenger of her 'meaning' and yet for his personal enlightendment he had to traverse even her 'illusion'.
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Forgot to add. The roads of transformation and the joys of the 'unfettered self' are quite unimaginable. Here's a wonderful example.
Yesterday G walked in for her session and I asked her about the most powerful change that she was experiencing. And here is what she said, " Just this morning it hit as I was walking to the auto rickshaw stand. For my whole life walking on the road created trauma , because I was always wondering whether someone was looking at me, or what they were thinking and what if someone said or did something...what would I do. Today I noticed my walk was so different... firm and brave...and I realized I used to walk like a cow earlier, meek and scared and suddenly today I felt like a lioness. The fear was just gone, I felt this is my world and I walk in it with clarity and reason and should anyone do 'anything' I knew I would slap them hard across the face without a qualm. Finally I can just be me and also look after myself."
How freeing is that!
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Jasjit,
Thank you for sharing Gs journey to the Self with us. I can understand G's feelings. Great going G.
And it is so true at the end of it all when one sits and looks back one wonders what was all that about! At that moment your heart laughs out so loudly that you can hear it.
A wonderful title 'Much Ado About Nothing.'
Love
Chaitali