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At the edge of the woods behind our house, there is a small gazebo. Often, we sit there, and consider seeker’s stuff. There are no rules governing considerations in the gazebo except this: There are no rules. The mind, guided by the heart, is encouraged to explore whatever spiritual ideas it can conceive. Sometimes, these are ideas we are working on. Sometimes they are ideas that are working on us.
There is (potentially, or is it hypothetically?) an infinite number of body-mind personalitiesstefan, nancy, you, everyone else. There is only One Self.
The apparent “we” is That.
Hence, Self Realization.
Even stones are conscious and alive.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (cf Luke 19:40)
“There is nothing to do. Just be. Do nothing. Be. No climbing mountains and sitting in caves. I do not even say ‘be yourself,’ since you do not know yourself. Just be. Having seen that you are neither ‘the outer’ world of perceivables, not the ‘inner’ world of thinkables, that you are neither body nor mind just be.
“There are no steps to self-realization. There is nothing gradual about it. It happens suddenly, and is irreversible. You rotate into a new dimension, seen from which the previous ones are mere abstractions. Just like on sunrise you see things as they are, so on self-realization you see everything as it is. The world of illusions is left behind.
“… There can be progress only in the preparation (sadhana). Realization is sudden. The fruit ripens slowly, but falls suddenly, and without return.
“… there is no becoming. You merely discover what you are. All moulding oneself to a pattern is a grievous waste of time. Think neither of the past nor of the future. Just be.
“… The only proper place is within. The outer world neither can help nor hinder. No system, no pattern of action will take you to your goal. … concentrate totally on the now, be concerned only with your response to every movement of life as it happens.” (Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj in “I Am That”})
Like the Man said, “As God is my witness: No one can experience God’s imperial rule without being reborn from above.” (John 3:3 ASV)
Here’s a question:
· Did you dream while asleep last night?
· Did you and the characters and the stuff in the dream seem alive or real? That is, did you know at the time that they were all dream characters, not really real?
· If not, when did you realize they were all dream characters, not really alive? Presumably, when you awoke.
Some traditions teach that the lives we are living now are like dreams; that we and the characters in our lives and all the stuff in our lives, are illusions, all no more actual than the stuff in our dream last night. And we and they will seem real to us, even though they are not, until we achieve a spiritual awakening, sometimes referred to as Self Realization or Born Again (John 3.3). Then, and only then, will we know Reality as It Truly Is, the I AM. It is impossible to put into words now. The closest we can come is in metaphors, explaining as if …
The best service you can do is to keep your thoughts on God. Keep God in mind every minute.
Neem Karoli Baba in “Miracle of Love”
The world (the universe) is the Infinite Self seeing Itself separatively, precisely because separatively, as I write in “In The Beginning”, is the only way an Infinite Being can see Itself.
And the means of doing that is the creation of a Veil (Matthew 27 et al).
The Veil “separates” the Infinite Being’s infinite-ness into “separate parts.” so that the Infinite Being can see Itself separately, as separate selves.
Thus, Adam is the Infinite Self perceiving Itself as Adam and Eve which is to say, as you and me and everyone and everything else. What makes that possible is the Veil.
Again, the Veil is the means which the Infinite Self created in order to “neutralize” Itself from Its infinite-ness, so that It could perceive Itself.
The ability to perceive a thing as a thing requires the ability to separate one thing from other things. An Infinite Being lacks that ability. Everything It looks at is Itself, and like Itself, wholly Infinite precisely because It is Infinite, and therefore wholly the Same. Thus, an Infinite Being cannot make distinctions because, again, making distinctions demands the ability to separate, to discriminate, to recognize dissemblance.
The function of the Veil is to “de-infinitize” the Infinite so that it can see itself as a universe inhabited by, packed with, stuff.
The purpose of the spiritual process is to remove the Veil while at the same time keeping the ability to see the Infinite Being separatively but simultaneously recognizing, knowing, that all the apparently perceived parts are in fact the Infinite Being Itself, not separate beings or forms. That is, to be able to see a mirage simultaneously as a bubbling spring and as a hillock of desert sand, and know all the while that neither is really Real as it appears.
By the spiritual process we Remember Who We Are (and have always been) and we actually I, for there is no we can perceive our self as the Self. There there is no sense of a separate I. There there is One I, the I, and That becomes apparent to every Self-Realized seeker who, upon Realization instantly and simultaneously ceases to seem to itself as a self separate and distinct from anyone or anything else.
And thus, the universe we seem to be living in is, in fact, an illusion, just as all the Teachers keep insisting. It is the One seen as many, and always has been.
Teachers, those who have Realized this Truth those who have “seen” this Truth and therefore for whom the Veil is gone (torn, to use the Biblical term) are the Infinite Self reminding us of all this. Again, they are, in effect, saying to us “Remember Who You Are.”
Is there really a Veil, or even a veil? Of course not. All of this is a metaphor for an ineffable Reality.
The intimacy of this “system,” if that is what it is, is breathtaking.
And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom …
Matthew 27:51 KJV
Where is the Kingdom of Heaven?
Within you (Luke 17:21)
What does that make you?
A temple (1 Corinthians 6:19)
Where was the Veil torn?
In the temple (Matthew 27:51)
There is only life.
There is nobody who lives a life.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
We Are Nameless
In the words of the Gospels Teacher:
“Unless one is born again he cannot see the Kingdom of God ” (John 3:3)
At birth, an infant opens its eyes, and sees … itself.
Everything it sees is itself.
Its adoring parents, its loving friends, its gracious nurses and caring physicians, even its well-intentioned priest, dutifully celebrate the child’s birth, and immediately begin to teach it diversity: “I am Mommy, and you are Lucy.” “I am me, and you aren’t.” In a word, “We are all separate. Even God is separately God. Get used to it.”
Why do we do it? It is the human condition. We get a pet, we give it a name, and suddenly, it is no longer just a cat. It is Tiger or Paws, separate and unique from every other cat, separate and unique from every other form. Separate and unique from “me.”
And we do it to ourselves. We are born Divine, at One in God, and we turn ourselves into humans, into “me,” from Infinite to bounded.
“You are originally unlimited and perfect. Later you take on limitations, and become the mind.” Sri Ramana Maharshi
The Infinite and Indivisible Divine One, aware of the unfolding damage we effect, manifests Itself as Teachers and Reminders of the Truth, and appears about us or within us as often, as frequently, as evidently as necessary.
“Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the Kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.” (Luke 18:15)
Clearly, by “born again” He meant for us to undertake the spiritual process earnestly within ourselves, until we come to see ourselves as we did in the beginning, with eyes uncluttered by the ego-sense, as One with the ineffable Absolute Truth.
“For now we see through a glass, darkly.” Paul The Apostle
“You need not correct yourself only set right your idea of yourself. … It is not what you do, but what you stop doing, that matters.” Sri Nisagadatta Maharaj
“My me is God: nor do I know my selfhood except in God.” Saint Catherine of Genoa
“This wine is my blood.”
And he took bread,
and when he had given thanks,
he broke it and gave it to them, saying,
“This is my body,
which is given for you.”
Matthew 26:28, Luke 22:19
The question for us as seekers is,
Who Is Speaking?
Surely it is the One
The Very One
Brahman Allah Yahweh God
The Infinite Indivisible Consciousness
That I Am
I AM THAT I AM
The infinite indivisible consciousness
has put on this appearance of diversity.
Vasistha’s Yoga (page 345)
The mind is the veil
which is the ego
which is the I-thought
which is diversity perceived
which is “I am me, and you aren’t”
The Beginning …
Out of the Absolute Supreme
there arises the Mind
which generates the appearance of a world, a universe,
called, let’s say, Mind-landia,
inhabited, let’s say, by “me”
who is, like Mindlandia itself, only an appearance,
an image in an imaginary imagination.
Mindlandia is like a bubble
in the Ocean of the Absolute Supreme.
The apparent bubble and its apparent contents
are, like everything else, none other than the Absolute Supreme,
but here surrounded by an apparent Veil
which the Spiritual Process must undo
to pop the bubble,
which when popped ceases to exist,
having never actually existed at all.
His Prophet is He, and His sending is He, and His word is He.
He sent Himself with Himself to Himself. …
There is no difference between the Sender and the thing sent,
and the peson sent, and the person to whom he is sent.
The very existence of the prophetic message is His existence.
There is no other, and there is no existence to other.
The Supreme Self
for no reason
as an apparently distinct embodied self
living an apparently mortal life
in an apparently material world
for an apparent while.
The Holy Sprit’s Voice
is as loud as
your willingness to listen.
A Course in Miracles (Text)
The mind is …
Here is Ramana Maharshi in response to a question posed at his ashram, Arunachala, about the nature of the mind:
The mind is only a bundle of thoughts. The thoughts arise because there is the thinker. The thinker is the ego. The ego, if sought, will vanish automatically. The ego and the mind are the same. The ego is the root-thought from which all other thoughts arise.
The truth cannot be seen by physical eyes which can only see material objects. When you see with your subtle eyes, you will behold the creation as it is, the truth.
In The Beginning …
The ABYSS is. No adjectives apply to it. It just, simply, always IS.
EVERYTHING about the ABYSS is INEXPLICABLE
In some inexplicable manner there evolves out of NOTHING out of NOWHERE for no reason a DESIRE to know “Who Am I?” which becomes …
… the MIND which is “God” which is the “Creator” which is the Devil which is the “Ego” which is “I am me” …
… the Mind “creates” (imagines) within itself a universe composed of “life” as we know it, and…
… implants in its creation (life) the desire to discover “Who Am I?”…
… that is, to ANSWER the ORIGINAL QUESTION generated by the ORIGINAL DESIRE …
… and then the Mind hides.
NOTHING ELSE IS REAL.
NOTHING ELSE IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.
I AM THAT I AM
I will become what I choose to become
I create what(ever) I create
“Stefan” is not a person, “Stefan” is not even a personality. “Stefan” is a label. A label attached to the basket of thoughts, memories, expectations, dispositions, tendencies, preferences, etc. that has evolved over the “timeless” existence of the “basket” that first came into being as an I-thought, a bubble of lifelessness rising out of Infinite Eternal Indivisible Inexplicable LIFE. The I-thought is the bubble’s first thought of itself as a self distinguishable from LIFE out of which it bubbled. Here, think of a wave that forms on the face of the ocean. It is not distinguishable from the “rest” of the ocean, but somehow it develops the thought “I am a separate wave, separate from other waves, separate from the ocean.” The wave seems to itself to be distinguished, to be separate, from all the other waves, even from the ocean itself.
This basket, which for now contains only the one thought, the I-thought (“I am some body, I am some thing, different and separate from other bodies, other things”), is the mind. It becomes attached to, or itself generates, a body. That “body” may be any sort of form a tree, a stone, a worm, a horse, a human.
Whatever form it is, will end because, being a form, it has a beginning: It was born, and everything that is born will, must, have a death, must die. BUT the basket does not die. It continues past the form’s demise. And it attaches to, it generates, a “new” form, a new body, and that body comes to life with all the thoughts, memories, predispositions already present in the basket. And, during its lifetime new thoughts, memories, predispositions are added to the basket, which again, on its death, eventually becomes attached to another, new form. And on and on and on.
Thus, over the passage of time the basket accumulates additional thoughts, memories, expectations, predispositions, generated during its association with whatever form it is associated with at any given time. So, if the form is a worm, added to the basket may be the sense “Drenching rain is the pits,” and, if it later becomes a horse “the grass is always greener on the other side.” Like that, one form after another, constantly generating, collecting, amassing new thoughts, new memories, new expectations, all built upon the original, primordial, governing I-thought: I am me, and you aren’t. Clearly, we are not aware of the previous, inherited contents of the basket that define us (some claim that hypnotism will expose them; also, some yogis can become aware of them), but they are there nonetheless, and in inescapable ways, they define us.
All the while, as seekers, we must keep ourselves constantly aware that all of this is unreal, an appearance, not a reality. The Reality, all of the Teachers agree, is none other than the One Than Which There Is No Other. But, the fact is, it is in the nature of an appearance to appear real. Like a mirage. And, God help us, it does appear real.>
Until finally, inexplicably, a spark is struck that arouses within the original bubble that, “in the beginning,” rose out of Infinite Eternal Indivisible Inexplicable LIFE, a spark that inspires within us the initial wonderment “Who am I?” and sets into motion the spiritual process, a process that leads ultimately to the elimination of the basket, the erasure of the current label, and the extinguishing of the current form. What’s left is what was always there: Infinite Eternal Indivisible Inexplicable LIFE. In the words of Ibn ’Arabi, “thou art not thou, thou art He without thou.”
This world is an optical illusion like the blueness of the sky. It is ignorance. Enough of even this effort to purify that ignorance! If this world-appearance which is unreal continues to appear, let it: it can do no harm.
The Un-making of A Basket
Some while ago, I wrote here about the making (and the eventual un-making) of the vessel or basket of thoughts, biases, notions, and so on, which evolves into the personality each of us calls “me.” Reading again last evening in Nisargadatta, this image came to mind:
A new born infant lies in a crib in a hospital’s maternity ward. The baby’s sense of awareness is pure, crystal clear, unobstructed. To borrow from St. Paul, this child is observing the world through a “glass clearly,” and everything she or he sees is perceived as herself or himself. There are no boundaries, no distinctions, no sense of separation, no perception of being alone, no possibility of loneliness.
Over time, the baby’s devoted parents, doting family, loving priest, school teachers, scout leaders, friends, colleagues, and the like, impose on him or her a basket of thoughts, beginning with the “I thought” (I am Stefan, and you aren’t), and from there all of the stuff all of us regard as knowledge, all of which generates, encourages, reinforces, informs our sense of separative egoic existence.
All the while, our original pristine awareness continues to reside within, except now it is increasingly obstructed by the shape of our evolved personality. Our priorly native awareness is warped by desire and fear, and again with St. Paul, we now see through a glass darkly. What was crystal clear and welcoming in the beginning is now foggy, confusing, off-putting, sometimes terrifying. In a word, the world as we have come to know it.
And so here we are, you and I, today, on the spiritual path, undoing all of that: eliminating or erasing or dismantling or transcending the separate and separative personality, its thoughts, desires, fears, opinions, expectations, memories, notions, and re-establishing the overriding priority of the natural state that is the Truth of All That Is.
It is like washing printed cloth. First the design fades, then the background, and in the end, the cloth is plain white. The personality gives place to the witness, then the witness goes, and pure awareness remains. The cloth was white in the beginning, and is white in the end. The patterns and colors just happened for a time.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
It’s An Addiction …
… to the separative, egoic “I am me, and you aren’t” personality.
That is, it is not that I am addicted but that “me”, the thought “I am me” is the addiction. Stefan is not addicted; “Stefan” is the addiction.
The I is addicted to “me”, to thinking of itself as me and of things as mine, including ”This is my life!”
The mind is a basket of thoughts, memories, expectations, beliefs that individually and collectively distill to the ego, that comprise the label “Stefan”.
Remember, there is no such thing as a person, as a personal self. “I am me” is a meaningless falsehood, an empty construct of the mind. And use of it, dependence upon it, attachment to it, is an addiction.
And like all addictions, however pleasant, amusing, fulfilling, fun it may be in the beginning, it is ultimately the source of all our discomfort, pain, and suffering, including and especially our fear of death.
To be sure, there is an I, a True I, that is Brahman or God or the Infinite One Than Which There Is No Other. But it has no name, no label, no characteristics that “me“ is capable of understanding. It is infinitely far beyond everything “me” knows or can know. It exists Now (which is not a time-related concept), meaning it has always existed and it will always exist.
Consider the words of Ibn ’Arabi, “Thou are not thou, thou art He without thou.” In this context, the phrase “without thou” are the operative words. That is, Self-Realization, the Awakening or re-Awakening to an Awareness of He, requires (that is undoubtedly the wrong word) stefan must be recognized and acknowledged for what it is: nothing. The addiction, the attachment, to the label “stefan” must die.
That is what the spiritual process as described, defined, and informed by every spiritual tradition is about.
Every form of addiction is bad,
no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.
Carl Gustav Jung
I Don't Know, and I Can't Find Out
The following is from the Introduction to “The Long Discourses of the Buddha” by Maurice Walshe and Venerable Sumedho Thera: “In fact, it has been said by one witty scholar that all we have to go on is our misconception of Nirvana, because until we have realized it we cannot know it as it really is.”
Every spiritual tradition I have come across reaches ultimately for the same Ineffable Phenomenon, known by various labels, including Nirvana, Illumination, Realization, Self-Realization, Christ Consciousness, and so on, and in every instance, it is effectively Irrational, by which I mean it is beyond the capacity, the limits, the scope, the horizons, of our mind to understand, to describe, to grasp, to define. We say this is because the Condition is Infinite, and we think then that we have put the matter to rest. In fact, we have done no such thing. Although we can wrap words around the idea of infinity, we cannot get a hold on it with our finite minds, and so it remains as far beyond our comprehension as ever.
Here’s the thing. From everything I have read or heard or experienced, this State or Condition or Phenomenon, is so decidedly Other that there is no point whatsoever in our trying to describe it. If we had any sense, we would leave it alone. But we are unable to do that because we think of Nirvana, or this Watchmacallit, as the Goal of our spiritual undertaking. As we see it, it is what we are going to become, or achieve, or acquire, at the end of our journey. Again, as we see it, it is our promised reward: “the promised land,” infinite bliss, eternal life, or some other good stuff. Of course, we generate and embrace that view; after all, if there's nothing in this sadhana for me, what’s the point?
And in those words lies the problem: "for me." The egoic mind, that which defines and informs "me" and "my life" for each of us, as (please substitute your name here) "I am Stefan, and you are not," understands the spiritual process as an undertaking at the conclusion of which "I am Stefan, and you are not" is going to become something Enormous. "Stefan" will achieve Nirvana or Self-Realization or Whatever, and as such Stefan will have infinite power, infinite knowledge, infinite good looks! The Teachers all insist that is nonsense, that the "I am Stefan" person will achieve nothing; it will be, in the view of some traditions, eradicated, in others recognized never to have existed at all. Again from the text cited above, “Since the individual ‘self’ entity is not ultimately real, it cannot be said to be annihilated by Nirvana, but the illusion of such a self is destroyed.”
The acquisition of knowledge is a duty
incumbent on every Muslim, male and female.
The Sayings of Muhammad
The following is a long excerpt from “The Teachings of Ramana Maharshi in His Own Words” by Arthur Osborne.
“The mind is merely thoughts. Of all thoughts the thought ‘I’ is the root. Therefore, the mind is only the thought ‘I’. Whence does this thought ‘I’ arise? Seek for it within; it then vanishes. This is the pursuit of Wisdom. Where the ‘I’ vanishes, there appears an ‘I-I’ by itself. This is the Infinite (Purnam).
“If the ego is, everything else is also. If the ego is not, nothing else is. Indeed the ego is all. Therefore the inquiry as to what this ego is, is the only way of giving up everything.
“The state of non-emergence of ‘I’ is the state of being THAT. Without questing for that state of non-emergence of ‘I’ and attaining It, how can one accomplish one’s own extinction, from which the ‘I’ does not revive? Without that attainment, how is it possible to abide in one’s true state, where one is THAT?
“Just as a man would dive in order to get something that had fallen into the water, so one should dive into oneself with a keen, one-pointed mind, controlling speech and breath, and find the place whence the ‘I’ originates. The only enquiry leading to Self-Realization is seeking the source of the word ‘I’. Meditation on ‘I am not this; I am not that’ may be an aid to enquiry, but it cannot be the enquiry. If one enquires ‘Who am I?’ within the mind, the individual ‘I’ falls down abashed as soon as one reaches the Heart, and immediately Reality manifests itself spontaneously as ‘I-I’. Although it reveals itself as ‘I’, it is not the ego but the perfect Being, the Absolute Self.”
The more I study religions
the more I am convinced that man never
worshipped anything but himself.
Richard Francis Burton
Clones Are We?
The other evening, Nancy and I watched the first episode of the television series “Orphan Black.” Well, I should say we watched part of the first episode. It seemed to us too violent for our simple minds, so we turned it off. But before we did so, it became apparent to us that the story is about clones, and that reminded me of Ibn ’Arabi’s powerful instruction, “Thou art not thou, thou art He, without thou.” If God is Infinite, as surely God must be, then “thou art He” has to mean “thou art wholly, entirely, completely He.” In other words, the He in the line “thou art He” is wholly, entirely, completely He without any differentiation, separation, distinction from any other He. That is, a clone, or Clone.
Well, not exactly, because clones, while identical replicas, are separate. That is, there is the original, and there is the clone. Two. Not so as regards He, for here there is only One, the One.
But still the suggestion does serve as a device to rattle the mind, which is always a good exercise for a seeker.
Think about it. Perceiving everyone in our life, everyone and everything, animate and inanimate, in our reality, as a Clone of He has to be a healthy practice.
Wait … did I say “inanimate”? Yes, what we call inanimate, too, every bit of it, is a Clone. Recall Jesus’s and Ramana’s remarks about stones (see here). Similarly, I have read that some interpret Qur’an 2:24 to mean that all creation is animate, meaning presumably all without exception. Years ago, I had occasion to ask a Tibetan monk how Buddhism defines “sentient beings,” (he had used that term numerous times in a talk); he responded, “people and animals.” I did not think then to ask where stones fit into Buddhism!
But I digress … Again, yes, perceiving Clones as a practice is not enough, because it has limitations, and so it must be, it will be, eventually abandoned; but that is true, isn’t it, of every practice?
Anyway, the next day, Nancy and I had tea made from loose leaves, not tea bags. After finishing a cup, I observed the leaves left at the bottom of the cup, and those who claim to read tea leaves, and tell fortunes thereby, came to mind.
Well, why not? If the tea leaves, too, are He, then the Secrets of all the Universe are therein to be seen … by those with eyes to see.
So, what this Clone meditation device can teach us is, when we look upon an other, any other, remember that what is happening is He looking upon Himself. Just as, drawing on one of my favorite lines from Ibn ’Arabi, speaking of the Prophet and the Qur’an, “He sent Himself with Himself to Himself.”
Light! More Light!
Final words of
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Don’t Mind Me
The last few entries here have generated a line of thought which Nancy and I had occasion to explore with a long time friend of TZF who visited the other day.
Here, edited for brevity, it is: I am convinced the mind is the residence or seat of desire, and that it is desire that formulates (if not creates) how we project ourselves, how we behave, indeed perhaps our personality itself. Just so, whether we “change our mind” or change our desire, the outcome is about the same: a change in behavior, in how we seem, in our personality.
Thus, desire shapes the mind that shapes us. Or the mind chooses desire that shapes us.
Anyway, these and other thoughts about the mind and desire generated this sequence: The mind absorbs or accomodates or adopts or becomes (I am not sure what verb should apply here) a desire which generates fear (that the desire will not be fulfilled or will be fulfilled improperly or will be counterproductive or …) which generates suffering which generates anger (at myself, at someone else, at life generally, at God, at …).
If that makes sense, then when we’re angry or suffering or fearful, we need to consider and recognize that it all began with a desire. Find the desire, identify it, and that will defuse the rest. We may still be uncomfortable, but at least we will know the real reason for our discomfort.
In the book “In The Beginning,” I propose that the story of the Garden of Eden is about God’s wanting to perceive Himself separatively, to know what it is to be able to perceive “I am me, and that is a tree.” To do that, He had to generate the desire “I want to be me,” implant it in an apparently separate mind, and set it loose. The rest is history, our history.
As we churn this stuff, we must not let ourselves forget Ibn ’Arabi: “Thou art not thou, thou art He without thou.” That is, the apparently separate mind is just that, apparently separate. We are He, the sense of separation, the Veil, is He, and the outcome (we and our lives) is He. In a word, the Eden event was produced from start to finish with a Divine Wink.
More tears are shed over answered prayers
than unanswered prayers.
Ste Teresa of Avila
A few mornings ago I awoke considering the similarity (the identity?) between Ibn ’Arabi’s assertion “Thou are not thou, thou art He, without thou,” and “I and the Father are One” (John 10:30), both of which sound a lot like Nisargadatta (“There is no such thing as a person”), Ramana, and so many others. That process led to a consideraton of the Hindu and Buddhist concept of karma and its fundamental presumption that I am a person separate and unique from other persons (and of course from God). The logic is unavoidable: To accumulate my own distinct sum of actions generating consequences specific to me, that is, my own karma, I must be a separate person.
But how can I have my own karma if there is no such thing as a person, if I am not a person?
I tossed that apparent contradiction about in my head for some long while. I even got to the point where I prayed for forgiveness for my karma, the karma I had generated.
And then, I heard, clear as crystal, “It’s not your karma. It’s My Karma.”
As I heard it, the capitalization of the letters em and kay was just as apparent as the words themselves: I could see them: My Karma.
There it was, unmistakably: It’s not your karma, Stefan. It’s My Karma.
To be sure, it makes sense. If there is no such thing as a “Stefan,” if “Stefan” is an illusion, then clearly there is no such thing as “Stefan’s karma.”!
Stefan is an illusion, so of course Stefan's karma is an illusion. You, too, whoever you are.
Let those words run loose in your mind for a few minutes, and observe as the ramifications reach out in every direction.
To me, it sounded like a ripping of the Veil (again, Ibn 'Arabi: "nothing veils other than He"), a tear of the Curtain (Matthew 27:51).
A few words, an overwhelming image.
Now, this obviously requires the shift in perspective that the spiritual path is fundamentally all about (“There is no God but God, and God is All There Is”), but “It’s not your karma, Stefan. It’s My Karma” brings it into an unforgiving focus. By “unforgiving” here, I mean there is no room left for “yea, but this” and “yea, but that.” For me, this one demands a clean sweep. The mind cannot do it because as I have said and written many times, I am convinced the mind is the heartbeat of the illusion, and so cannot erase itself. But it can read the handwriting on the wall.
The next day, Nancy and I talked about this for a couple of hours, over breakfast and in the car enroute to an appointment. It has been rattling around in my brain ever since. And likely will continue to do so.
This is one of those Moments that change everything.
Update: Inevitably, all of the above applies to the question of reincarnation
Who among us has not wondered, “Is there reincarnation? Who was I in a previous life? Who will I be in my next life?”
What is true about karma must be true about reincation: “It is not you who incarnates. It is I Who Incarnates.”
Likewise, “It is not you who reincarnates. It is I Who Re-Incarnates.”
Once again, we can know all of this by reading or hearing about it; we can even absorb it by meditating on it or otherwise spiritually ingesting it. But none of that will render it Known to us.
We cannot Know It until we Are It. That is, until the perception “I am me, and you are not” is irretrievably dissolved, the Veil removed, the Curtain torn. And That can be Accomplished only by God, the One, the I Than Which There Is No Other.
In a word, the Veil can be removed only by the One Who Put It There, the One Who is It.
Consider this quotation from Lao Tsu:
nameless was the beginning
of heaven and earth;
The named was the mother
of the myriad creatures.
Hence always rid yourself of desire
in order to observe its secrets;
But always allow yourself to have desires
in order to observe its manifestations.
These two are the same
A couple of days ago, Nancy and I watched (again!) a DVD “I Am That I Am” by Stephen Wolinsky talking (brilliantly) about the Teachings of Sri Nisargadatta. Later that evening, there came to mind the lines quoted above from Lao Tsu, and particularly the word “desires” in them.
Instead of a basket of thoughts (see here), or maybe as well as a basket of thoughts, is it a basket of desires? And if so, is it possible (in an infinite universe, of course it's possible!) that what I am is simply (!) undifferentiated awareness that somehow from time to time (whatever that may mean in this context) latches onto a floating by desire, and instantly becomes that desire by indentifying itself with it. That is, the desire, every desire in the basket, contains or includes a unique “I” which I then adopt as “mine” and “me.”
Gurdjieff, I think it was, talked about our having “multiple I’s” which he used to explain why our behavior is so inconsistent: we are, in effect, more than one personality, although not in a clinical sense. In other words, as I understand the argument, each of us behaves not necessarily according to a well-defined, consistent set of standards, but instead our reactions, our performances, are defined or informed by the conditions or circumstances in which we find ourselves, not by any concrete standard “within” us. In a word, the I that I think I am is pliable, constantly (or at least frequently) changing, and therefore so, in effect, am I.
Further to this basket of desires idea: Perhaps each and every desire contains or includes not only its own I whose traits and characteristics are consistent with the desire, but includes also specifications that design, configure, inform the world associated with the desire, the world in which the desire lives, manifests, is executed. Thus, the world, the reality, we perceive at any given momet (including the people, things, activities within it) is consistent with, is shaped by, the desire we have adopted as our personality, and are pursuing (inhabiting, incarnating). We see the entirety that each of us call “my life” through the I (eye) of the desire we are enlivening.
In the lines above, Lao Tsu tells us that having desires, or as I might be suggesting here, being desires (adopting or accepting the desire’s I as our own), enables us to observe “manifestations,” but to know the “secrets” we need to be free of desires (of any sense of being a self, a me). That’s in line with the Teaching of Nisargadatta, Ramana, et al.
These Lao Tsu lines are from the Wang Pi (sometimes Wang Bi) text which I came across recently. The more common text (translation) apparently is the Ma Wang Tui text. I do not know what the significant historical or critical differences are between the two; but I know this, one line leapt out at me when I first read the Wang Pi: “These two are the same”! In other words, whether we are observing (being) with desires or without desires, we are perceiving (being) the same “thing”. Of course, that idea appears throughout TZF, but nowhere as clearly as in that line by Lao Tsu in the Wang Pi text.
These two are the same. The Ma Wang Tui text (which I believe is more common) translates those words “These two have the same origin”; a Gia Fu Feng & Jane English translation has it, “These two spring from the same source.”
To be sure, those latter two are close in meaning to the former, but they are not quite as powerful, as attention-getting, as startling as the simple expression, “These two are the same.” No matter how intently, no matter how devotedly, no matter how sincerely we struggle spiritually, we are going to end up in the same place we started: Right Here. Because the One and the other are the Same, the Same One. (Compare Ibn ’Arabi “Thou art not thou, thou art He without thou.”)
Two weeks later:
In the context of the Lao Tsu quotation above, think of the mind as the line between “rid yourself of desires” and “allow yourself to have desires”; or, in Ibn ’Arabi’s language, it is the mind that is “the veil” (that which conceals or obscures “His existence in His oneness”). Thus, it is the mind that latches on to a desire, incorporates or assumes its “I,” and which then we take on as ourself, and behave accordingly. Or is it that desires themselves are the veil (the Veil)? In other words, is there any difference, any space, between “my mind” and “my desire” (at any given moment)? I am beginning to think not. As my mind changes, my desire changes; as my desire changes, my mind changes. When I am rid of desire(s), I am rid of (my) mind. Is it possible to have a mind and not have a desire? At the very least, there would remain the desire to be. Rid ourself of every desire, and we rid ourself of “ourself.”
And all of this “activity” takes place on what we might call this side of the line, this side of the Veil, because it is on this side that the mind resides, on this side that multiple I's can surface, each associated with, each manifesting, it’s specific desire. On the other side (or is it Other Side?) of the Veil, there is only His “I” … and so there are no desires, no mind. From the perspective of His side of the Veil, there is no Veil: If the Veil is desire (AKA mind), and desire has dissolved (coincidentally erasing or dissolving “the line”), then all that remains is “His oneness” — which is all there ever was anyway … except “veiled” by desire.
And the beat goes on.
I have written suggesting that, as seekers, we do well to assume that, when speaking or writing, Teachers choose their words carefully, obliging us to hear or read them accordingly.
Well, last evening, reading Ramana Maharshi in “The Teachings of Sri Ramana Maharshi,” I came across a line that I do not recall having seen before … never mind that Nancy and I have each read this book several times, underlined and margin-noted numerous passages. This line takes place in a discussion between Ramana and a seeker about the effects on the mind of the foods we eat, and so predictably the subjects of vegetarianism and non-violence arise. Here is a piece of it:
Questioner: Are there
restrictions for the realized man with regard to food?
Answer: No. He is steady and not influenced by the food he takes.
Q: Is it not killing life to prepare a meat diet?
A: Ahimsa (non-violence) stands foremost in the code of discipline for the yogis.
Q: Even plants have life.
A: So too the slabs you sit on!
So too the slabs you sit on! Who can read that line, and not have leap immediately to mind this passage from the Gospels:
And some of the Pharisees in the multitude said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.” He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.”
Ramana and Nisargadatta and others like them tell us repeatedly that from the perspective of their Self-Realized Position, their body is the Universe, not the physical human organism we believe them (and of course ourselves) to be. In other words, for them the universe is itself alive, one single, undifferentiated living organism, and It is They, They are It. (Actually, they would not use the plural pronoun “They”, because from their perspective there is only One, only I.)
Here are the words of Nisargadatta, speaking of the Nature of a gnani (sometimes jnani), one who has united Love of God and Knowledge of God, one like himself: The entire universe is his body, all life is his life.
Our instinct, our first inclination, is to take words like these of Nisargadatta and those of Jesus and Ramana as metaphor or even poetry. On reading such lines, we insist to ourselves that Jesus and Ramana do not really mean that stones and slabs are alive, not literally. I mean, look at them, we say: They are obviously lifeless.
But by whose definition of life?
Are we to believe ourselves, we who do not even know or understand the true nature of our own life, of our own nature?
Here’s Lesson 3 from A Course in Miracles: I do not understand anything I see.
Reading in Nisargadatta’s “I Am That” this morning — “Like water is shaped by the container, so is everything determined by conditions. As water remains water regardless of the vessels, as light remains itself regardless of the colors it brings out, so does the real remain real, regardless of conditions in which it is reflected.”
Like water is shaped by the container … What container?
Here’s what transpired in my mind as I wrestled with Nisargadatta’s words first thing this morning.
There is no such thing as “Stefan”. That’s clear. Stefan is not a thing, meaning — despite appearances — it is not an entity with shape or form or measurements or substance.
An assortment of thoughts, memories, and expectations evolved, maybe one after another, maybe simultaneously, which, leaning against one another, merging into one another, reinforcing one another, enclose an area of space which has taken the shape of a “Stefan”.
This empty vessel, or we might say, this vessel which contains within its apparent dimensions only empty space, is not a vessel in the sense of a jar or a bottle or even a bag. It is empty space only apparently enclosed by an assortment of thoughts, memories, and expectations. It is those thoughts, memories and expectations, not any solid vessel-making material, which form this apparent vessel.
This non-vessel vessel first began to appear at the appearance of “the idea of Stefan’s mother and father”. From there, evolved supporting ideas — Stefan’s pediatrician, Stefan’s baby carriage, Stefan’s kindergarten, and so on through the so-called past, to the so-called present and into the so-called future, a continuous stream of supporting ideas — again, thoughts, memories, and expectations — which link together into a shape, a shape called “Stefan”.
But the shape is empty. That is, it has taken the form of a vessel, of a “Stefan”, and so it looks like “a thing”, but there is nothing “in it”. Thus, we might say that a sugar bowl contains sugar, a beer bottle contains beer; but the shape “Stefan” contains only the space that was already, priorly there when the initial ideas about it evolved and formed among themselves into a shape that seemed to be a vessel.
We are not talking about a thing here; we are talking about an idea of a thing.
As the Hindu, I think it is, metaphor has it, the vessel is a sieve put into the ocean. The sides of the sieve seem to contain something unique (“the contents of this sieve”), but in fact the sieve does not really “contain” anything, and certainly not anything different or unique from what is “outside” the sieve. The appearance of a container and of a thing contained is an illusion.
So, as I say elsewhere on TZF: “Silence your thoughts, discard your memories, release your expectations”. Do that, and what happens? The vessel collapses. The sieve dissolves. The jar breaks, revealing the emptiness inside that was always not there.
The apparent vessel creates the appearance of something, of someone, inside it. Remove the vessel, and naught remains.
In the words of Ibn ’Arabi: “… thou never wast nor wilt be, whether by thyself or through Him or in Him or along with Him”.
The Making of The Vessel
With joy in their hearts, a man and a woman are looking through the glass at a newly born baby in a hospital crib in a roomful of newly born babies in hospital cribs. The man is the father and the woman is the mother of the newly born baby at which they are staring. The man and the woman are holding hands.
“What is it?” the man asks, with great affection.
“What do you mean, what is it?” the woman replies, with equal affection. “It’s a boy, silly. Didn’t you see that precious little bud between his legs when he first came out!”
“It’s a son? I have a son!” the man said, with evident pride. “We need a name for him.”
“I think we should name him Arthur,” the woman suggests. “My favorite uncle’s name was Arthur.”
“Arthur!” the man exclaims, with apparent distaste, “My son’s name is most certainly not Arthur. Arthur is the name of a cuckold.”
“What are you talking about?” the woman asks.
The man replies, “You know, what’s his name, Lancelot and Genevieve.”
“You mean Guinevere,” the woman says. “It’s Lancelot and Guinevere. What on earth have they to do with our son?”
“Guinevere, Genevieve,” the man answers, “What’s the difference? What matters is, Arthur was a cuckold, and my son is not a cuckold.”
“You Italians, you’re are all the same,” the woman observes, “too much pride”.
“Maybe so. But as long as I am Italian, my son is Italian,” the man insists, “and his name is not Arthur. His name is Stefan. Stefan means crown, and this boy is my crowning glory. Besides, the feast day of Santo Stefano is December 26, the day after Christmas. That makes my son a neighbor of the Christ child.”
“Maybe his name is Stefan,” the woman agrees, “but your son is not Italian. He was born in New York, and that makes him American. And never you mind about your saints. My son has no interest in your saints. We agreed to that. My son will not be raised in the Roman Catholic church. My son is an Episcopalian.”
“We agreed that our child should be exposed to the worship of God your way,” the man responds, “but I am telling you now, my son is going to worship God in my church His way”.
The mother spins around to return to her hospital room. As she does so, she asks, with a growl, “Did you say his way, or did you say His way?”
The man and the woman set off down the corridor. They are no longer holding hands, although they will again soon enough.
With one voice, the babies in the other cribs join together, and exclaim, “Welcome to the world, Stefan”. It is not immediately clear whether they are saying it joyfully or sorrowfully.
Throw Away The Peel
Okay, in a nutshell, here’s the thing.
The summer of 1974, before I had consciously set out on this slippery slope, there crossed my path a Teacher. Almost immediately, I made him mine. At the time, he and I exchanged only a brief greeting, and since then, I have been in his physical presence less than two dozen times, during which we have exchanged no more than a hundred words. He never gave me a “spiritual” name, no mantra, no secret handshake, no beads, no password, no prescribed diet, no special instructions of any kind. On the surface, it appeared an ordinary enough, even a shallow, relationship. But on the inner, it was intense. At least, so it seemed to me. I dreamed of him frequently; I sensed his presence often. In my heart, I called on him all the time. He was my Guru. I accepted him as such, and I walked my path accordingly. Along the way, there have been phenomena, experiences, auditions, visions, revelations, realizations. Even miracles.
All the while, I read and studied and practiced and embraced the teachings of many Teachers and traditions; and I loved, and I still love, them all, with enthusiasm. I felt no conflict between my devotion to my Guru and my devotion to the others. I knew, on the inner, that they were all one and the same. In Ramakrishna’s words, God alone is the Guru. I knew that to be true, and I accepted its wonderful implications.
Then, decades later, I learned that my Guru had for decades almost certainly been participating in morally questionable sexual practices, and possibly engaging in other, less than honorable pastimes. In a word, the man — like the rest of us — is clay, head to toe, and always was.
Of course, I am angry. And disappointed. At first, at him and in him, then at and in me. But then, I realize it had to be thus. I remember the recent experience of a neighbor in our small, rural community. An elderly woman, she lived alone in the old country farmhouse in which she had been born, a house far too big for her now and well beyond her physical and financial ability to maintain. One day, while she was in town shopping, the house caught fire. She returned just in time to watch the last flames burn out. By then, virtually all the town’s folk were at the scene, consoling her. “Nonsense,” she insisted, “God knew the house was too much for me to care for, and He also knew that I wouldn’t ever leave it. So, He burned it down for me.”
Just so, God knew I would never leave my Guru, so She burned him down for me.
One of my favorite Sufi stories tells about the Teacher who brings home an injured bird, lovingly cares for it until it is fully restored, and then releases it. But the bird won’t leave. It flies around from room to room, but not away. So, the Teacher opens wide a window, and when the bird happens to fly by it, he shouts, and bangs together pots and pans, and claps loudly, altogether making a fearsome racket. The bird, startled and surprised, inadvertently goes out the window. The Teacher slams it shut.
Just so, lest I harbor any lingering doubt, my window too is slammed shut. By U.G.
Right on cue, U.G. Krishnamurti comes crashing into my life, vaulting into my heart, and turns confusion into disorder. Nail by nail, timber by timber, he dismantles all that’s left of my spiritual structure. No consolation here; U.G. rakes the ashes, just to be sure there’s nothing left unburned.
At about the same time, I come across a website where is written “Sri Sri Ravi Shankar says religion is like the peel of a banana, and spirituality is the banana”, and I am reminded of a story my (body’s) father used to tell us about his boyhood. Passing a fruit stand, he saw a banana for the first time. He asked his older sister what it was, and she told him it was a banana, and very delicious at that. Of course, he wanted one; so she bought him one. When he asked how to eat it, she said, teasing as siblings will, “Just bite off pieces, like an apple”. And so he did. He ate the banana, peel and all.
I had done the same. Like him, I ate the peel. To be sure, the willingness to do so, the commitment, the surrender to it, the discipline it required, all served me. But that was yesterday. Today, I have to spit it out, because there is no nourishment in the peel.
And when the peel is gone, what is left?
U.G. talks about having the courage to stand alone. To me, that means standing without any underpinning. Of course, all along I knew that was coming, for I had read the books. I had even written about it, taught it. I even thought I was doing it. And in a way maybe I was.
But not really. Over the decades, I had built a scaffolding, level over level, and I was living at the top of it. It was well built, of good and sturdy stuff, the result of honest and dedicated labor. And it gave me great height, with an extraordinary view. It might have been enough, except that it wasn’t really real. At least, not real enough, because standing on that structure, however high, I wasn’t really standing on the ground.
All Together Now
The other evening before bed, reading TZF’s excerpt from Ibn ’Arabi’s “Whoso Knoweth Himself” for the umpteenth time, these words hit me like a bolt of lightning: “His Veil is only a part of His oneness; nothing veils other than He. His veil is only the concealment of His existence in His oneness”.
Concealment of His existence in His oneness! Therein lies the fundamental, ever-present, constantly evolving, endlessly frustrating, infinitely promising struggle of every spiritual seeker.
In one of my favorite passages of the Bhagavad Gita, Arjuna (who is you and I) asks Krishna (God) to show Himself to him. Krishna responds “these eyes of yours cannot see Me” (11:8, in the Nikhilananda translation). So, Kirshna gives to Arjuna a Divine eye, thus enabling him to see Him. And what does he see? Just what he saw before, except with a difference, and the difference is what the spiritual process — what enlightenment, realization, Christ Consciousness, Buddha Nature, and so on, are all about: What Arjuna with his human eyes had seen as many, he now sees as One: “There, in the person of the God of gods, Arjuna beheld the whole universe, with its manifold divisions, all gathered together in one.”
Manifold divisions now One.
This is the “cloud of unknowing” (from the extraordinary book of the same title). Here is what’s on TZF’s definitions page about that: The “cloud of unknowing” … is that which forever hides perception of the One, God, from our every separative, egoic faculty. That is, however clever we may become, as long as we think, in effect, “I am me, and God is an other,” there must exist an invisible, impassable boundary between us. For, it is indelibly true that in the One, there are no others, and so, the only way truly to Know It, is to Be It. There is Surrender, which is Union.
The cloud of unknowing is the veil of concealment. Or is it the other way around?
Consider this venerable story: After a few years of spiritual study, a seeker, convinced she has deciphered life’s secrets, strides up to heaven’s gate and bangs on the door. “Who’s there?” thunders a voice from within. “It is I,” she replies, with certainty. “There’s no room for you here,” responds the voice, with finality. Surprised and disheartened, the seeker returns to her books and her fasts and her practices. Some time later, she tries again, but with the same result. Eventually, after repeated failures, she gives up. She turns away from all she knows, and she cries — at first, in anger, then confusion, until finally in surrender and in joy. Now, she knocks on the door again. “Who’s there?” asks the voice. “It is You,” the seeker replies. The door opens.
At John 8:21 (and elsewhere), Christ, the Self-Realized Jesus, says to his disciples, “Where I am going, you cannot come.” Where Christ is going, where Christ IS, there is room for only One, the One. Christ knows himself to be the One (“The Father and I are One”), but the disciples still perceive themselves separatively, to be “me not you” — “I am Andrew, not you,” “I am Bartholomew, not you,” “I am James, not you,” “I am Mary Magdalene, not you”. So they can’t go There; because they’re stuck here.
The premise of my book “In The Beginnning” is that the Genesis story of the Fall is a metaphorical explanation of why the One (God) appears to us (humanity) as not One but many. In that story we are told that Adam and Eve ate from a tree whose fruit had been forbidden to them, a fruit that imparted to them the knowledge of good and evil, and that the punishment for having disobeyed God — for having committed Original Sin — is expulsion from Paradise, what we now call “my life”. Here is some of what I write about that:
Consider, for example, the name of the tree, “The Knowledge of Good and Evil”. That single word “and” in the name gives away its secret to those whose ears will hear. In the beginning, when there was only One Thing, there was no word “and”. Of what use would it have been? The word “and” is a conjunction, and conjunctions serve to join or connect things. Where there is only one thing, there is nothing to connect. In the beginning, there was only God, no God and … anything. …
But eating of the fruit of this tree imparted “the knowledge of and”, a knowledge heretofore excluded from, or forbidden to, Paradise. Hence, we call it the “forbidden” fruit, a fruit whose effect is the world we know, the world of things, the world of “and”, a world denied or, again, forbidden, to the One. …
Notice too in this context that in Genesis, God delegates to Adam the function of naming “every living creature”. To God in His Wholeness, there is no need for names. In Truth, there is only One “living creature”, God, and it is nameless, at least to Itself. After all, what use to name It? Who would address It? There is no other. It is only from the perspective of those with “the knowledge of and”, those who see the One as many, that things need to be named, to be distinguished each from another, to be addressed. To God it is all One, Himself. It’s All the Same to Me, God might say; but as Adam, it is quite another story. To Adam, it is boys and girls, and cats and dogs, and chickens and foxes …
My argument in that book is that the Fall was Intentional, part of the Grand Plan of Creation. I suggest there that the purpose of the Fall was the creation of self-consciousnes, leading ultimately to Self-Consciousness or Self-Realization (Resurrection after The Fall).
In my other book, “Take Off Your Shoes”, I write about how it is that we see the One as many. That is, the other book is about the why; this book is about the how:
Consider the simple prism, an ordinary piece of multifaceted glass. As any school child knows, if we hold a prism up to a source of white light, and view the light through the glass, what was a single color will suddenly be seen quite differently: as a spectrum of separate, distinct colors. What was one (the single color white) now appears as many (purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red). Explaining this phenomenon in the classroom, we say that the prism has refracted or broken down the white light into its component parts. But, having said that, we must take care not to conclude that the parts exist independently of the whole. That is, the colors are not themselves separate, self-sustaining things which exist apart from the white light. They are not really parts at all. They are aspects of the whole and inseparable from it. The individual, apparently separate colors are just another way of seeing the one white light. Indeed, they are white light, seen differently. The spectrum purple-through-red is not a thing of itself, but simply white light viewed through a prism, and to demonstrate that point we have only to remove the prism, and the “other” colors disappear. They never really could exist at all without the white light, and they certainly were not separate entities, although in the glass they seemed to be. Again, the apparent separate and distinct reality of the spectrum is created by the prism (one color seen as many). Notice, too, that during our use of the prism, the white light is not itself actually changed, does not cease to exist as it was before or after our use of the prism, and in a very real sense, it is all that was ever really there. (Compare Paul at 1 Corinthians 13:12: “For now we see through a glass, darkly ….”)
Once again without seeking to understand why it might occur, suppose that one aspect of Creation were to hold up before its “eyes” a similar prism, and then view itself and the rest through that piece of glass. Instantly, the One would be seen as many. The Whole, artificially broken into its apparent component parts, would suddenly look to the viewer as separate, varied, and distinct elements. Where there had been just white, there would now seem to be purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red. The One would not have become many, but it would appear as many (just as white light does not become the spectrum, it is seen as a spectrum). And, continuing with this illustrative device, suppose our viewer forgot for a moment that he was looking through a prism (perhaps in his fascination with the colors); he might eventually forget the exercise altogether, and come to believe that the colors are real in and of themselves, that they are all that there is, and that the image created by the prism is not just a refraction of something else but the universe itself. The universe would then be seen not as the single source of light that it is, the one stuff which is creation, as in “Let there be light”, but as the spectrum which it seems to be. What is one is now — appears now to be — many, and as the prism itself is forgotten, so is the source and nature of the spectrum, and we come to accept as self-sufficiently real and complete what is neither.
At TZF’s “The Sacred Riddle”, a Voice in the night asks, “If I Am Infinite, who are you?”
Ibn ’Arabi declares, “Thou art not thou; thou art He, without thou.”
In the image of the prism metaphor, God holds the glass to His Eye, looks at Himself, and sees not One, but many.
God, the One than Whom There is No Other, perceives Himself as you and me and cats and dogs and trees and mountains and houses and barns. With Ibn ’Arabi, He knows that barns are not barns, that they are He, without barns; but He perceives them as barns, precisely and only because He is perceiving Himself through the prism, which too is Himself. In the prism, He is barns. The prism, like the veil, like the cloud of unknowing, is Himself; He disguises or conceals Himself from Himself by Himself. The prism — and its manifold image of Himself — exists because He exists.
And when He removes the prism from His Eye, lifts the veil, dispels the cloud, drops the dark glass, the removal itself is Himself. He removes Himself from Himself by Himself. And what remains? Himself — there being no thing else.
As we ponder and consider these questions, which as seekers we must do, we do well to remember, God speaks to Himself in metaphors.
At birth, the human physical body is simply an organism. It comes equipped with all the urges, instincts, and imperatives of all other organisms – hunger, thirst, survival, and so on.
At the body’s birth, and often beginning even before then, the parents weave a basket of thoughts about their new creation. They give it a name, make plans for it, talk to it, express its beauty, remark on whom it looks like, and so on. Slowly but surely, the basket fills.
The life that is manifesting through (in? as?) the baby organism is no more aware of the basket than it is of any other specific thing. It is simply aware. It is not aware of itself as a separative self or of any thing else as separate persons or things. Again, simply aware. Still undifferentiated awareness.
The life manifesting through the new body may appear to the body’s parents to be aware of itself as a separate body, but if so, that is a symptom of the parents’ projecting onto the new body their own sense of separative self. That is, they perceive in their creation what they perceive in themselves: a separate and separative self.
Over time, in the natural course of things, the parents impress on the growing organism the basket of thoughts which they have weaved. Other figures join in this process – siblings, aunts, uncles, neighbors, priests, doctors, and so on.
Eventually, somehow, the undifferentiated awareness becomes differentiated. It identifies with the basket of thoughts, and through the basket of thoughts, with the organism, the body.
To undifferentiated awareness, the basket is perceived as (accepted as? expressed as? manifested as?) “me” and “mine”, and attaches to the body. Thus, the body is perceived as “me” and “mine”, and other bodies are perceived as “not me” and “not mine”. Undifferentiated awareness as differentiated awareness introduces duality, separation.
The basket of thoughts is the personality. When I say, “I am Stefan”, what I mean is, I identify with the basket of thoughts (memories, expectations, and so on) originally weaved by Stefan’s parents, and that now, taken all together, compose what I call “me”. Here, the key question for a seeker is, Who is the “I” that says, “I am Stefan”?
The undifferentiated or universal self becomes (sees itself as) the differentiated or personal self. “I AM” becomes “I AM this” or “I AM this person”. The body is experienced as “me, not you” and “mine, not yours”. Here, I suppose we might say, the personality is the how and the physical body is the what.
All the while, the physical body continues being what it is, simply a physical organism. It has no idea what “Stefan” is, and doesn’t care. Neither does it know, or care, that “Stefan” has identified with or as the body. The body’s sole interest (if that’s the word) is to exercise its biological imperatives. In a word, to survive. Not for any reason, but simply because that’s what biological organisms do.
Also, the basket of thoughts, what I am calling here the personality, has no conscious awareness. It is not “alive”. It is not aware of being. It simply is what it is, a conglomeration of thoughts.
The connection between the personality (the basket of thoughts, memories, expectations, etc.) and the physical organism (the body) is provided entirely by the differentiation of undifferentiated awareness.
I don’t know exactly what that last sentence means, or how it occurs, but I am certain it is true, and that the way out of the limitations and suffering and so on which identification with the personality and the body imposes on whatever it is I actually am, is to disengage from identification with the personality. Release my attachment to the basket of thoughts, and I will be free.
But I won’t be a “me”. The concept of “me” and “my” (as in, me not you, mine not yours) is one of the thoughts in the basket (“My baby!” “Look at me!”). Instead, I will revert to undifferentiated awareness, where (if that’s the word) I was (?) before the basket of thoughts called “Stefan”. I will be aware, I will probably even be aware of being. But I will not be aware of being any particular person or thing or whatever. In fact, I will not be aware of there being any particular person or thing or whatever. Simply aware.
The basket of thoughts, the personality, will still continue. I suppose, like everything else physical, it has a lifespan. But it will not be “me”. And the body will continue, completely oblivious to all of this metaphysical stuff, until it dies of whatever kills it.
None of that does or will affect “I”. It (IT?) always is and always will be. Undifferentiated awareness that somehow differentiates.
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