When
we're doing the work of learning, it's better to listen more and to
speak less. This is how I justify my long absence here (to myself, at
any rate). In late February or early March of this year, I began
studying the Self Realization Fellowship's mediation lessons, along
with some other works of my guru Paramahansa Yogananda, and pretty
quickly I came to believe both that I wasn't nearly as decent a
person as I hope to be and that I really need to do better. Who am I
to tell you anything, anyways? I guess I've always supposed and at
times suggested along these lines, only suddenly I felt it more
keenly. I guess feeling like a terrible human being is fairly well to be
expected when one spends much time reflecting on the work of proper
avatars.
Since
late winter, then, I have meditated twice a day, morning and evening,
without fail. All but a few sessions have been at least thirty
minutes, and some sessions have exceeded an hour.
For a
time I thought I experienced no effects whatsoever. I mean, unless I
included the fact that I felt more confused about how to live and be,
possibly a consequence of searching externally in trying to figure out
how to align myself with dharma, rather than within. I don't know, as
I'm still in process. (I recall something along the lines of “The
work is never done, but neither are we free to stop doing it.”)
I might
be a little more peaceful, which is to say less quick to emotional
reactions. I'm capable of being disappointed without becoming angry
or despondent. Of course, there may be other factors involved.
Besides unfollowing, unfriending, and straight-out avoiding haters
(in an effort at “non-cooperation with evil”), I've also just
accepted the fact that at any moment some new injustice can come to
my attention, and that none of my anger or distress ever resolved
anything. Only action does that, and my actions are better performed
from the point of calm, anyhow.
Maybe it's the meditation initiating the calm, or maybe its the removal of triggers, or maybe it's the gamma-aminobutyric acid: I missed a couple of weeks worth of that supplement, you see, and experienced just a few bouts of the unreasonable and self-destructive rage I'm doing everything I can to banish permanently from my life. Exercise, meditation, supplementation, and the endeavor to create new, functional, productive and sustainable patterns in my life have all been towards the goal of Self-Realization, and figuring out exactly what that means for me. (So far, I'm only clear on that it means totally eliminating patterns of self-harm, and offering my power in the service of love. Vague, but a start).
Maybe it's the meditation initiating the calm, or maybe its the removal of triggers, or maybe it's the gamma-aminobutyric acid: I missed a couple of weeks worth of that supplement, you see, and experienced just a few bouts of the unreasonable and self-destructive rage I'm doing everything I can to banish permanently from my life. Exercise, meditation, supplementation, and the endeavor to create new, functional, productive and sustainable patterns in my life have all been towards the goal of Self-Realization, and figuring out exactly what that means for me. (So far, I'm only clear on that it means totally eliminating patterns of self-harm, and offering my power in the service of love. Vague, but a start).
The
self is both a thing created and which we are creating. In the muck
of matter, change is slow. Will, belief, and attunement are the forces
by which we manifest anything; and the greater these, the greater the
results. I meditate in order to attune my thinking with my best Self:
my Soul, Spirit within. I get a sense of conflict – cognitive
dissonance, maybe – in an effort to develop non-attachment and
simultaneously shine. I write it, and suddenly it seems much easier
than I make of it: just do my best, and nevermind the results, (save in their capacity to redefine "do my best.") Burn off the dross, what remains is the thing.
Then,
there's the being the thing. I try to avoid mental attachment to the impermanent
self, and yet I have to mind me enough to see where the mud of ego blocks the
expression of soul. Even thinking about it is too much, too heavy,
sometimes. The thoughts become the mud itself; and of course they are, where the only way to know soul is by
intuition. It isn't supposed to make sense. It is, and is all.
So you
see now that all this study and meditation has me in something of a
mist. But through it I can see the white ball of sun, and by it I direct
me. The light I see and the warmth I sense, too. And however tenuous,
I let that be enough.
Recently
I recognized that suddenly, after a few years of intense social
anxiety, I'm showing up at the DZ again, and even started going to
Sunday services at temple to meditate with an entirely new crowd of
people. I like to make and share healthy, nutritious food with
everyone again, to hang around and talk some, and I don't so urgently
or even often at all feel the need to escape. If I start to feel
overwhelmed it doesn't spiral or expand so rapidly, but I manage more
regularly to withdraw myself into an inner peace that feels much
easier to access now, and which I most certainly need. I'm more quiet
and observant, I believe; and when I have caught myself talking much,
or even wanting to talk more than listen, I feel like an ass and shut
the fuck up. I reflect a little more deeply before I speak, though in
truth I think still not nearly enough.
“Not
nearly enough” is the gist of what meditation has made me realize
that I am. It sounds terrible, but truly this fact has driven in me a deeper
commitment to and stronger efforts at self-improvement. And I may be
a little disappointed that I'm more awful than I thought I was, but
I'm not despondent about that, either. It just means it's time to
act. While this newest journey is still incipient and I don't even
know where it's taking me, I get that feeling that I don't need to
know, and that more and more my Self will just attune and act as needed to
fully fill whatever and wherever it is I've been lacking.
Continued
practice and patience for a lot of peace in the making of me? Yeah, I
can dig it.
Onward, my friends, with love and light. Peace be to you, too.
Onward, my friends, with love and light. Peace be to you, too.