HeartSense

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Heartsense is neither commonsense, nor nonsense.  It has a logic, but it’s not the type that requires premises or grammar.  Its a logic that bubbles up once in a while inside of you and leaves you smirking at the sky, chuckling, another long held supposition put paid by a delicious ‘Aha!’

It goes something like this: I was mistaken, and I’m not happy about it, but it was so delicious to be found out.  These paradoxes are really starting to piss me off.  Heartsense is unperturbed, however, being fully versed in the commutative property of paradoxes.  Heartsense can add and subtract them, multiply them together, divide them, balance the infinite with a single particle of light, juxtapose a cloudless sky with a fleeting quantum of thought, and pull beauty out of the ashes with aplomb.

If our problem is ego, and the body, and this world based on lack, limitation and our generally polluted concepts of a self- what are we doing here?  Surely, if we ‘got it’, we’d be happily purring along somewhere else, with all the other ‘people’ who figured this stuff out already.  And yet we’re told- you have it…  This is the type of madness that requires a heartsense kind of answer…  Break me open…

Here is a corollary: if we’re wrong about this place, and everything is truly great here but we just don’t know it, then how come everyone who gets bit by the enlightenment mosquito seems to bug out?  You see what I mean?  Not that I encourage this sort of thing, but… have you seen the news lately???

To which Jesus replies after a bit of overdone throat-clearing, please point to a moment- EVER- in which we have been apart.  Why do you insist on dreaming about worlds where you exist without me?  And what makes you think you’ve ever actually succeeded in this deception?

Aha!  Aha!  Aha!

Heartsense…  A little goes a long way in this place.

Biggest mistake in Creation was the failure to bottle the stuff…

(To which Jesus replies, who said all bottles are made of glass?  Or that everything bottled is sold?)

(Heartsense.  It’s what’s inside.  Of everything.)

The Brotherhood for the Preservation of the Mundane

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Some days I am more afflicted by my view of history than others.  What I mean by my view of history is the set of instructions, assumptions, patterns and perceptions that I have agglomerated within myself, that I carry around tucked inside of me like a bolus of half-eaten horsecrap, portions of which I take out and mentally deconstruct from time to time, but which I have yet to moreorless rear back and hurl like a split-fingered dung puck into the abyss.

(Hafiz and I have been learning this spiritual baseball together, BTW, but he has no ammo, having emptied himself out long ago.  Thankfully, some days I am still up to my ears in the stuff, and he seems perfectly happy, almost excited frankly, about using some of mine.)

So, as I was saying, some days my present moment awareness is more afflicted by my view of history than others.  There will be those who argue this isn’t really living in the present- that when one is truly present you don’t have that feeling of being aware that right now, in this very moment, you are experiencing a sensation of conflict between what you desire to be and what is.  I know, I know… obviously for this to be my experience one or both perceptions are gunked up beyond recognition.  But thankfully, not beyond repair.

(Hafiz just reached into my mind, pulled out a handful of you know what, packed it between his fists into a shape reasonably resembling a sphere, and launched a wobbling, quivering knuckle ball in the direction of Rumi.  Rumi swung something that looked like a cross between a Louisville slugger and a sheet of plywood, and still missed, for the projectile of falsehood extracted from my mental inventory had actually disappeared into non-existence about three feet in front of the plate.  Jesus called him out on the spot.  Rumi ignored him, oblivious to the implications of fanning on three consecutive pitches, and nodded to Hafiz to throw another.  That is when Kabir and Tommy Lasorda burst out of the same dugout and came racing headlong across the diamond, laughing, like giddy actors in an outtake, to argue balls and strikes… again.)

Some days have an all-out expansive feeling, and on others you feel like you’ve been gang-tackled by the Brotherhood for the Preservation of the Mundane.  Some days an idea takes root inside of you that you know you want to hang onto forever, a precious seedling you commit yourself on the spot to nurturing.  A few days later, you discover you can’t nurture that one AND all the old ones, too.  A few days later, you discover you have no idea what to nurture, or how.  You’re stuck in the mud, and it’s not a truck commercial this time.

(Hafiz never tires of this game, BTW.  I think he’s on his fortieth consecutive no-no.  (No-hitter, that is.)  (You knew that, right?)  (No matter.)  )

Jesus warns us repeatedly in A Course of Love about the dangers of effort.  We’ve been taught since Day One to apply ourselves.  If we can’t do anything else, at least we can hustle on every play.  Fight for every rebound.  Strain our mitochondria until the whistle blows.  Never give up.  Grind ourselves against adversity until we glow white hot.  At least we can put our backs into this thing we call a life.  At least we can make an “honest effort”.  I’ve been deeply afflicted by this virus.

That’s why Jesus sends out the Brotherhood for the Preservation of the Mundane every so often.  They blow through town like a posse of uncouth pistoleros, shoot all my goals full of holes, then tear off again into the night, hootin’ an’ hollerin’.  They serve a holy purpose, those guys.  I’ve learned to love those guys, because on their heels comes the gentle winds of grace.  My goals can get pretty stifling to live inside, and heat just makes you want to bear down even harder.  Then that grace pours in through the holes like cool fall air and refreshes everything.  I can sit back and breathe deeply.  Phew…

(What the hell was that all about?)

(I was planning again, wasn’t I…)

(Hey, let me throw one of those…)

(There’s nothing quite like October baseball…)

Beyond Ethics. Beyond Temptation. Beyond Suffering. (Part 3)

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Nearly fifteen years ago I took a six month class on the life and teachings of Walter Russell.  (If you don’t know of Walter, it is worth taking a moment to scan this quick bio.)  Walter was an amazing person, (like you and I), who among other things created a home study course entitled A Course in Cosmic Consciousness.  The group in which I participated met once a month for an eight hour session to review and discuss this Course, and the monthly lecture-discussions were led by a Zen Buddhist teacher, Yasuhiko Kimura, and then President of the University of Science and Philosophy, (Walter and Lao Russell’s foundation and legacy), Laara Lindo.

It was during one of the first two sessions, while our little group was basking in the awareness of our full potential and describing all of the inspirational thoughts and possibilities that had come into our lives in the preceding weeks, that Yasuhiko sprung the question on us.  “Wonderful.  But!  Are you prepared to give up your suffering?”

Our enthusiasm momentarily outpaced our comprehension.  “Yes!”  “Of course!”  “What the hell’s he talking about!?”  “Just tell us how!”  “Woo-hoo!”

Silence proved more than sufficient to quickly soak up these outbursts and tuck them away in neverwhere where they belonged, and then Yasuhiko said, “Really…?”

The original question is the type that, despite complying with all the known rules of grammar and being offered with precise articulation, does not compute.  Who wouldn’t give up their suffering?  None of us desire to suffer, surely.  And so, this must not be a choice that is ours to make, or we would have made it already, right?  I was acutely aware, however, that I was suffering in some way even then, however hazily it seemed in that particular moment, that I had suffered in the past, and that truth be told I anticipated the onset of more obvious suffering once again…  I recognized this, because I had driven five hours, most of them prior to the sun’s arrival in my part of the world, to this class in the hopes of staving off the worst of it… and that damn question… it was bearing down upon all of us like a force of nature.  It was saying- you could end this…  Right now…

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In A Course of Love Jesus says, “While I can tell you suffering is illusion, you cannot still your fear of it nor tear your eyes away from it or remove from it the feelings of your heart.  While I came to reveal the choice of love to you, the choice that each of you must make to end such suffering, the illusion of suffering has continued and in its continuation made the choice of love seem all but impossible.  If not for the suffering that you see all around you, the choice for love would have been made.  If the choice for love had been made, the suffering you see around you would be no more.” (Treatise on the Art of Thought, Chapter 5, 5.3)

I think this is one of the many ways Jesus describes the one choice we truly face- the decision to accept unity, which is the decision to choose love, which is the decision to give up suffering, which is the decision to cease our attempts at being special, which  is the decision to relinquish the notion that we have somehow made ourselves other than we are, which is the decision to accept who we are, which is the decision to completely reinvent our experience of the world.

We want to make this decision, to step across the threshold, but we get that lump in our throat, that flutter in our chest, when it comes right down to it.  We say the words in our mind, but we know, in our hearts, we haven’t committed wholly to this choice.  This missing certainty is, I think, the wholeheartedness of which Jesus speaks- to give oneself wholly to the reality of love.

In the absence of making the choice of love, we use notions of right and wrong to keep us convinced we are on the right track.  In the absence of the choice of love, we remain convinced that we are missing something, and are tempted time and time again by strategies and experiences that promise to fill the void.  In the absence of a wholehearted choice for love, we remain servants to our false sense of littleness.

How many times have I read another’s story of triumph, and wondered when my turn would come?  How many times have I witnessed success, and told myself my shortcomings are my own fault for not bearing down hard enough?  How many times have I sabotaged myself before I even started?  How many times have I witnessed a person suffering and noted it is their choice, their own fault?  How many times have I judged another because it reinforced my own insistence that my own stance on the issue, my own logic or interpretation, my choice, was better?

This question has been with me of late: how many times have I let myself believe that what I “accomplish” in this world, what I “make of myself”, just doesn’t matter?  Not often…

The point is that we matter, but our resume’s do not.  We matter as who we already are, as who we were in the very moment of our creation, and our worldly achievements can never add one iota to the true Self.  What the world is missing, so long as we remain accepting of suffering, is our expressing who we are- our being free to give ourselves wholly to one another and the world rather than being hamstrung by seeking to get something from one another and the world.  The irony is that once the choice of love is made, we become those limitless expressions of the truth that we are- beyond suffering, beyond temptation, and beyond right and wrong.  This choice then, to accept love despite all illusions to the contrary, is salvation.

And the end of suffering forever.

Beyond Ethics. Beyond Temptation. Beyond Suffering. (Part 2)

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One of the aspects of reading A Course of Love that I really enjoyed, aside from the feeling it evoked of having Love itself shovel coal into the furnace of my heart deep into the night, was the string of observations Jesus made about this experience we’re having as personal beings.  Paragraph after paragraph, Jesus tells us about who we are, in ways he couldn’t have known, unless he’s been in there…  through doubt, through confusion, through desire, through ecstasy…  with us…

It is clear that Jesus knows what it is like to be human, and to be a human in a state of becoming.   Jesus knows, for instance, what it is like to face temptation, but in a beautiful example of the way Jesus’ observations gently tease apart our incomplete or distorted concepts, Jesus explores the notion of temptation in ways I would not have considered.  We’re used to thinking about temptation- or at least I was- in terms of that feeling of being drawn to moments or experiences that come like a craving, which, if we indulge, we know will lead ultimately to some form of undoing.  We are tempted to eat foods that aren’t nourishing, but taste good.  We are tempted to abuse drugs and alcohol because of the momentary pleasure- (or perhaps for deeper-seated reasons).  Along those same lines, we may be tempted by sex, money, fame, and glory.  We are tempted by the fleeting satisfaction of “justified anger”, of revenge and reprisal, of the feeling of righteousness.

I wanted to write about temptation after ethics- or rightness and wrongness- because I think these concepts are intertwined.  Temptation seems to pull us to the “wrong” side of the coin, and part of our human experience is to face the ongoing challenge of resisting this tug, in some cases to the extent that it can feel as though we are resisting ourselves, in order to choose what is “best” for us.

In A Course of Love, however, Jesus speaks about temptation in an altogether different way.  For starters, he never really speaks about any of the “should’s” that we so often associate with our temptations- the things we “should” avoid, the things we “shouldn’t” do, or the things we “should” do.  Jesus even goes so far as to decry the often stated goal of being good.  In Chapter 4 of the Treatise on the Personal Self, Jesus says, “[This course] will not tell you to leave behind your addictions or to go on a diet or a fast.  It will not even tell you to be kind.  It does not tell you to be responsible and does not chide your irresponsibility.  It does not claim that you were once bad, but by following these tenets you can become good…  It merely calls you to sanity by calling you to let go of illusion in favor of truth.”

The temptations Jesus asks us to look at in A Course of Love are not the ephemeral pleasures of the physical world that we typically associate with temptation, but the very patterns or systems of belief we have long held, and by which we have defined ourselves, many of which we still view as positive and necessary.  We may view the effort to learn and become a better person, for instance, as an important aspect of who we are, as part of what defines us and makes our lives meaningful, but this is precisely the type of mindset Jesus refers to as a form of temptation.  How can that be?

The answer is that if we wish to fulfill the desire in our hearts to live by the truth, we will have to accept that the truth is within us.  We will have to stop looking for it, if we are to live as beings who have found it.  We will have to stop showing up for the school from which we’ve already graduated…  How many dark nights of the soul do we need to be complete?  Once our hearts have been cracked open, how many wallops must still be delivered?  How many excursions into despair and euphoric epiphanies will we require to accept once and for all that we are at home in Love?  They’re both harrowing and delicious… but they’re not the Peace of God…

In short, Jesus encourages us in A Course of Love to deny the temptation of the known–the temptation to return to all the good intentions and heart-opening experiences that got us here, rather than stepping across the threshold into everlasting unity, and the Peace of God.  This is challenging stuff, or certainly can be.  It is for me.  (I thought it was all about the journey!  What do you mean we’ve arrived!?)

Temptation is the urge to forget what I have found once again, to walk back down the mountain and curl up beneath a tree, and wake up an ignorant pauper, so I can justify this madness, this insatiable longing for what I can never be without…  Sounds tempting, doesn’t it!?

Beyond Ethics. Beyond Temptation. Beyond Suffering (Part 1)

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This is the first of a three part series on the very best that a world rooted in separation has to offer.  We’re going to take a brief tour of three fundamental elements of the world that works for no one, and deconstruct them a bit.  Not because we want to get preoccupied with turning nothing into something, or start marching up and down the streets in protest of false concepts, but because we want to become more astute in recognizing the reasons for which the peace that is the natural ground of our being is told to wait in its room while we set about the business of doing what must be done.  (Waste of time, that, by the way.)

I would like to acknowledge that much of the content is clearly a rip-off of seeds planted by beings who are now so conflict-free and joy-filled they couldn’t be bothered to file a protest or complaint.  In general, I think they approve of such recycling initiatives.

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I found a nice discussion of the meaning of the term ethics at the Santa Clara University Markkula Center for Applied Ethics web-site.  It is slightly wordy, but worth the read if you’re interested in following the rest of the post, which is mainly concerned with pointing out how how ethics can become an obstacle to authentic peace and happiness.

“Ethics is two things. First, ethics refers to well-founded standards of right and wrong that prescribe what humans ought to do, usually in terms of rights, obligations, benefits to society, fairness, or specific virtues. Ethics, for example, refers to those standards that impose the reasonable obligations to refrain from rape, stealing, murder, assault, slander, and fraud. Ethical standards also include those that enjoin virtues of honesty, compassion, and loyalty. And, ethical standards include standards relating to rights, such as the right to life, the right to freedom from injury, and the right to privacy. Such standards are adequate standards of ethics because they are supported by consistent and well-founded reasons.

“Secondly, ethics refers to the study and development of one’s ethical standards. As mentioned above, feelings, laws, and social norms can deviate from what is ethical. So it is necessary to constantly examine one’s standards to ensure that they are reasonable and well-founded. Ethics also means, then, the continuous effort of studying our own moral beliefs and our moral conduct, and striving to ensure that we, and the institutions we help to shape, live up to standards that are reasonable and solidly-based.”

Few of us are philosophers, or interested in too much intellectual banter, but I daresay that all of us have faced questions about what we should do, what we should say, or how we should act.  We have notions of what is right and wrong, of what it means to be good.  So, in a sense, we all have some personalized version of ethics at work in us.

True freedom, however, requires that we let this type of thinking go…  Why?  What is it about preconceived notions of what is right, good and appropriate that, in the end, betrays us?  I would like to briefly discuss just one issue as it relates to ethics, and that is identity, which is perhaps the fundamental theme of A Course in Miracles and A Course of Love.

Ethics as described above is a rational practice that takes place at the level of the problem it seeks to resolve.  While the definition above doesn’t exactly say why ethics is needed in the world- e.g. why it matters whether or not we understand right from wrong, or share an understanding of obligations and loyalties- the reason is implied in the definition’s appeal to the atrocities that exist in “the world”: “rape, stealing, murder, assault, slander, and fraud”, presumably to name but a few.  The definition of ethics implies a solution to these problems rooted in establishing “well-founded standards” of behavior, of “what humans ought to do”.  Ethics, in short, arise as systems of thought to defend us against the perceived horrors of our world.

The fundamental error of the world is not what is occurring in it, however, but the lack of knowledge of its inhabitants of their true identity- of Truth itself.  We struggle mightily to look past myriad symptoms to their single cause.  The famous Biblical quote from Jesus, “Father forgive them, they know not what they do,” conveys, for myself, this fundamental point.  There isn’t space here to develop such an argument fully, but I’ll just say that so long as we equate ourselves with finite, temporal identities, and remain ignorant of the Truth that we are, such problems will remain.  They are the inbred shortcomings of perceiving separation, of accepting the mirage of a world populated by discrete and isolated individuals.  Jesus (and many others) calls us to recognize that we are Unity- that we are individual expressions of a common Truth.  I think in fact that ethics, and any approach that proposes to moderate behavior and choice rather than addressing identity, can ultimately ensnare us, by presupposing or implying a particular type of self and a particular type of problem.

In short misperception, or the viewpoint of separation, is not only the view of self and other that is required to make the aforementioned atrocities seem meaningful, it is also the view of self and other that also renders one apparently vulnerable.  Despite the fact that Jesus offered his life as a living example of the truth that even death cannot destroy or change who we really are, until we accept this teaching, we are plagued by our sense of vulnerability.  We are perpetually threatened.  Out of this sense of threat arises the need to promulgate standards of behavior, of right and wrong, of good and bad, as means of defense.  We can establish these lines in the sand, and then use them to justify retaliation and attack on others- responses to attacks and threats which, in truth, were meaningless in the first place.

Our lines in the sand are the fronts we patrol, the borders we police, the judgments we are compelled to make, all of which reinforce the fundamental error of the world: the lack of knowledge of who we are, of our fundamental unity with all that is.  It is in this sense that I think ethics can ensnare us rather than release us from the bondage of misperception.

The question of how to behave- of what to do and what to say- is rendered moot when true identity is recovered, and our true identity is unavailable to us so long as we insist on the validity of the notion that dangerous forces external to us have the capacity to produce genuine harm.  The perception of harm from which ethics seeks to defend us, imposes a view of the world, and of self and other, that perpetuates the very forces from which we seek relief.  It is indeed a vicious cycle.

Jesus asks us to forgive everything, because such radical forgiveness reminds us of the truth that we are.  It undoes the misperception that we must defend ourselves and codify  systems of right and wrong to keep a dangerous world in check.  Forgiveness frees our minds from the endless work of patrolling, monitoring, and judging, and into that emptied space the truth of who we are will naturally emerge.  Fundamentally, those who “know themselves”, will not contribute to a violent or threatening world, nor perceive one at work around them.  Those who “do not know themselves” will not be able to cease contributing to such a world, in one form or another, for they will be unable to see without separation.  They will be unable to set aside the notion that something external must be fixed, or managed, or held aside, or in some way dealt with in order for peace to be found.  Thus, notions of right and wrong ultimately keep us divided.  They solidify the belief that what is “wrong”, is “real”, and from such a vantage point forgiveness is neither rational nor possible.

Kabir perhaps, said it best: “Suppose you scrub your ethical skin until it shines, but inside, there is no music.  Then what?”

Moving Beyond Ideals

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One of the principal aims of the Course of Love is to put us in position to respond freely to what is, to be in ongoing and dynamic relationship with all that is, and to move altogether beyond self concepts.  Concepts are images- ideals and patterns.  What lies beyond all of our conceptual selves, is the true Self that we are…  Right now…  Jesus speaks with a sense of urgency in many points of the Course of Love, because he is eager for us to accept this shared identity in Christ- to accept our place within Unity- right now.

Yes, the end is assured, and inevitable.

Yes, as the Course in Miracles stated, time is illusory, being but the seeming distance we have placed between ourselves and the full acceptance of the Truth.  But the intervening period- our experience in time- is full of suffering.  Needless suffering.  Who, speaking from compassion, would not urgently desire that his brothers and sisters step away from the torment, and recover the lifelong ability to breath easy?  To know a world without strangers?  To enjoy perpetual contentment?  To be able to offer response to any situation without thinking, simply because what we have to offer is the natural flow through us of what is, to what is.  I can see that to do this, I would need to be utterly emptied of questions about who I am, so that my addiction to using events and moments as opportunities to “create” myself, or to prove to myself how [insert adjective defining the ideal self here] I am, would be forever undone.

That is freedom I think.

I think I am coming to see that the process of unlearning Jesus speaks of in A Course of Love is, at least in part, the process of encountering concepts that I live by, and the confusion against which these concepts once guarded me.  How often do I ask myself what I should be doing?  How should I respond to such and such situation?  Here’s a great one to really get myself feeling positive about such deliberation: what would Jesus do?  While much can come of this question, if it moves us into the open-ended flow of being for instance, on the other hand, it doesn’t matter!  Jesus wants to aid us in discovering the foundation within which renders all such questions moot.  He wants us to respond as who we are, as only we can respond.  Jesus can’t make the response that only you or I can…  He made his own…  We are called to offer ours…

It would undoubtedly be easier if we had a manual- but it wouldn’t be real.  It wouldn’t be living.  It wouldn’t be True.  Computers can follow rules.  They cannot have the conscious experience of living Truth.  They cannot have the experience of blessing, and being blessed, simply by being who they are…

I wrote recently about self-consciousness, and the notion of living up to an ideal, and in the time since I have observed some patterns at work within myself that are related I think.  I am finding myself in situations that feel, to me, prickly.  I’m not sure what the right way to respond is.  Mining this confusion, (which is suffering), I find I have some patterns that have worked well often in my life, but which need to be chucked out of the way.  They are like stones in the blender of emptiness.

The desire to be a good person.

The desire to be respected and admired by the people around me.

The desire to be liked and accepted.

These are doozies.  What is so awful about wanting to be a good person?  Or admired for living by principles, or being a person of your word?  Nothing, really, except they’re pointless exercises of the uncertain…  They’re traps…  Because maybe, I will fall short…  These prickly situations I encounter are begging me to prove this to myself.

As the extension of the Mind of God, as an integral and unique fractal of all Creation, as holiness and wholeness expressing- what do these seemingly ‘good’ desires have to offer?  They are meaningless in such a context, the only context that is True.  They are attempts to quantify the infinite and codify the Truth.  They are training wheels that must be discarded if we want to pop a wheely, or fly down a hill and skid into an exhilarating, skidding, twisting, stone-spraying halt on a bed of gravel.

I think at one time they served me.  But I think to move into the space from which Jesus beckons us in A Course of Love, they must be let go.

In A Course of Love, Jesus says, “You were birthed in unison with God’s idea of you.  This does not need to be understood, but only accepted to the extent you can accept it.  This is necessary because of your reliance on a God who is ‘other’ than you for the provision of your answers.  Acceptance of your birth in unison with God’s idea of you is acceptance of your self as co-creator of the pattern of the universe, acceptance of the idea or the story that is you.  Can you not see that you were birthed into a place within the pattern of God’s creation?  Or that you not only can know but have always known of this place?  This is not a place of physical form but a place of holiness, an integral place in the pattern that is oneness with God.”  (ACOL, 26.23-24)

Sometimes when we find ourselves in these prickly places- places we don’t know how to resolve or solve, places that seem beyond us- I think it is helpful to recognize we are being ushered into an encounter in which we can discover the ultimate futility of the very metrics by which we’ve once defined ourselves.  Love has no metric, no rubric, no quantity, no dimension, no limit, no right answer to offer us.  Ideals would package Love up, reduce it to something we can put in our backpack and carry around- close by, but still just outside ourselves.

Love offers us but one thing- itself.  Wholly and without limit or reason.  Beyond ideals lies the greatest gift that could ever have been given, the gift of who we are.

A Trap That Only We Can Spring!

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It was a strange week and I did a strange thing.  I wrote a play…  (Not long…)

A Trap That Only We (We=One=All) Can Spring!

ACT I

(A quiet city street.  A solitary lamp overhead.  Steam rising from a manhole cover.  A couple of apartment doors are set back from the curb.  There is a soda can and miscellaneous urban detritus along the gutter.)

(Vinnie, despondent,  trundles onto the stage.  He is mumbling to himself, eyes down.)

(Of course he is wearing a natty overcoat…)

(A door opens, and Jesus steps out, flicks his collar up against the cold.)

Vinnie

Hey, aren’t you…?

 Jesus

Yes.  I am.

Vinnie

Oh, man, I need some help.  Uh, I can’t believe-  I mean… holy sh-
Sorry…
You live there?

Jesus

Today I do.

Vinnie

Yeah, right…  Look, I mean, look at me.  I’m- 

Jesus

I know.

 Vinnie

What do I do?
Just tell me.  I’ll do it.

Jesus

I know someone.
You should probably meet with him.
Name’s Hafiz.

Vinnie

What?  Hey, hang on a sec, man.
I mean… can’t we do this now?

Jesus

Do what?

Vinnie

Can’t we fix this?

Jesus

We just did.

(Curtain falls on Act I)

ACT II

(Vinnie is seated on an examining table.  It’s awkward being on an examining table without wearing one of those wraparound bed sheets, just chilling in civilian clothes, not even sure why you’re in the doctor’s office to begin with.)

(Hafiz has on a white robe, a stethoscope, and some kind of battery powered halogen strapped to his forehead.)

Hafiz

So how are you feeling today, my friend?

Vinnie

Like a blue whale jammed in a tin can.
Are you really a doctor?

Hafiz

Are you really ill?

Vinnie

In the day, I am weary and slaked with thirst.
At night I am restless and taken over by fever.
In every hour, I am filled with some strange venom.
My heart is heavy.  I’m afraid there’s such a thing as a device that’s
always going wrong, and it’s stuck inside me.
What do you think is my problem?

Hafiz

I think your problem is that you are delusional.

Vinnie

It must be the fevers.

Hafiz

Yes.  The fevers.
Tell me, though, do you long for the embrace of a woman?

Vinnie

Uhh… yes.

Hafiz

Good, good.
And do you yearn for some bit of wealth?

Vinnie

Well, sure, I mean-
yes, I have to admit that I do sometimes desire this also.

Hafiz

Very good.  That is alright.
You are doing wonderfully.
Let me ask you a few more questions here…
Do you wish you were admired?  Famous?
Or, wait…  Perhaps…
Do you wish you had a bit more time, and maybe
a few close friends to spend it with?
Perhaps a cabin in the Caucasus, next to a spring?
Some bounce in your step?

Vinnie

Oh yes, absolutely.  All of these things.  Yes.
You know me quite well.

Hafiz

Excellent…  Wonderful…
Well!  You have all the symptoms.

Vinnie

I do?  Of what?  Is it curable?

Hafiz

My friend, you have caught a bad idea.
But!  You show all the signs
of something inside you that wants to be free.
This is very good.  Very good!
So… we will just have to wait it out. 

Vinnie

What!?  What idea?
Why can’t I change my mind?
I thought you could help me fix this?

Hafiz

We just have to wait.
But trust me, it will pass.
You can wait here if you like.
I was just making some tea, and
we could play a game of checkers…?

 (Curtain falls on ACT II)

ACT III

(The lobby of a hotel.  Chocolate leather furniture, glass coffee tables and internet browers.  Various guests pass through.  Vinnie gets on the elevator, and who does he find in there but Jesus…)

Vinnie

You again…

Jesus

Yes.  I still am.

Vinnie

That Hafiz guy was a joke.
He told me I caught a bad idea.
Said I have to wait it out.

Jesus

He’s right.  Don’t worry.
The bad idea will pass.

Vinnie

How long do these ideas last?
You know, once they get going and all…

Jesus

No time at all.

Vinnie

Good…  I was getting worried…

(waits… checks his watch for the time…)

(Vinnie doesn’t actually wear a watch,
but it provides a much better dramatic touch…
Don’t you think?)

How long???

Jesus

Until you stop looking, Vinnie.
Listen, I had this idea once also.
Then I let go of it, and everything was fine.
That made it fine for you, too,
you just don’t know it yet.
The major symptom of your bad idea is this:
you think you’re it.

Vinnie

I think I’m a bad idea?

Jesus

 That’s pretty much it.

Vinnie

Reminds me.  I saw this movie once…
can’t you like do some idea extraction or something?
Yank it outta’ me like a bad tooth?

Jesus

If you think you’re a tooth,
and I yank you,
how do you think that would feel? 

Vinnie

I don’t know.
Maybe better than this?

Jesus

Optimism is good, Vinnie.
This idea, though, has roots that
travel all sorts of places inside you.
Impossible to get them all with
a pair of tongs and a step ladder.
And you would cling to some piece of your bad idea,
thinking it was some piece of you that you need,
and your bad tooth would just regrow.

Vinnie

Uh huh.

Jesus

Besides, you don’t want me to
take away from you the one moment
that has been prepared for you do you?
There is an instant that awaits your arrival,
like a trap you have set for yourself,
by conspiring with all Creation,
only it’s a trap for this bad idea,
and when it springs, you will never doubt
anything, ever again.
No one can take that away from you.
Everyone will celebrate alongside you.

Vinnie

What about them other guys?
In the Bible. 

Jesus

I didn’t yank their bad idea, either.
I just told them what I’m telling you.
Everything is worked out…
Some believed me completely.
Others, not so soon.

Vinnie

I must be slow or something.

Jesus

No one knows the day, nor the hour.

Vinnie

Here- will you at least take my watch
and throw it in the river?

Jesus

By all means…

Vinnie

I do feel a little better.

Jesus

I know…

(Curtain falls on ACT III)

THE END

Towards Wholeheartedness

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A major theme of A Course of Love is wholeheartedness- the state wherein the heart and mind are unified.  This concept is returned to many times, but like any word, it is just a symbol on a sheet of paper until it somehow becomes our lived reality.  (That somehow would be a miracle…)  Jesus speaks about this movement to wholeheartedness as being the first and principal unification that is required, within ourselves, in order to make union with all of Creation an actual tangible experience.

So, what is it like to be wholehearted?

(Uh…  It’s worth a shot, anyway…)

I have come to think of my “mind” as an atmosphere of thoughts in which I dwell.  I don’t have to consciously think about the fact that I am aging for instance, for it to be taking place.  That may not seem like a thought, but I’m suggesting that it is.  If someone ran up to me today and said let’s go do somersaults up and down the back yard for five minutes, my reaction today is not the same as it would have been twenty years ago.  Something within me has a concept, e.g. a thought, about who and what I am.  I am suggesting that these “unthought thoughts” form the atmosphere in which my mind dwells.  This atmosphere impacts my sense of what is possible, and stores the working model of who I am.  This mind I am familiar with is atmospheric in the sense that it is pervasive, the very context and tenor of my awareness.

Now, my heart on the other hand, doesn’t suffer concepts.  Nobody’s does.  Our heart is like instant voltage.  The presence of Love.  The feeling of all Possibility.  I don’t need a paragraph to describe this.  We’ve all experienced it.  The sacred, holy, quiet, life at the center of our being that is our magnet for the truth, the seat of our desire, and the innermost presence within us.

I think not being in a wholehearted state looks like this…  (Keep reading).  The heart says, nothing is beyond healing.  Nothing is beyond Love’s grasp.  Anything- any set of circumstances or conditions- can be turned around.  But the atmosphere of our mind is in conflict.  We don’t know what strategy to take.  There are so many factors beyond our control.  We can’t be certain of the outcome.  We’re not qualified for the type of job that would produce that type of income.  There are certain steps that have to be followed to reach any goal.  We don’t know the right people.  We don’t understand the process that will be required.  We’re not even sure of the underlying cause of disease.  How can a thing be cured that isn’t understood?  Or maybe it’s understood, and the only things known are percentages.

This is conflict.  Our heart is suggesting realities that our mind simply isn’t capable of freely entertaining.  This gives rise to doubt.  Problem solving.  Strategizing.  Hedging.  Analyzing.  Working with the mind we have, we try and cajole a way through…  We try to convince ourselves of things we’re not sure we’re qualified to believe yet…

I’m pretty sure, however, that Jesus didn’t go into a back room and bust out the positive self-talk scrolls before healing was extended through him to another.  I’m pretty confident he didn’t have to psyche himself up to give a public talk on Love, or eat certain foods to feel good about himself, or go running through the hills of Judea three times a week because he felt it was critical to the long-term viability of his vascular system.  I’m 99.9% sure he didn’t fret about where to hang the flyers for this talk on Love, or how to increase attendance, or whether or not to turn down advertisers whose products were not in alignment with his message.

I don’t know…  I just think, when we return to wholeheartedness, and we’re no longer on the outside looking in, no longer convinced about factors beyond our control, a helluva’ lot of things are going to clean up quite nicely.  That’s what I honestly think…

I forgot to explain what wholeheartedness is, though, didn’t I…

Well… it wouldn’t help.  This is a breach what merits a good old-fashioned leaping.  And you don’t need me to tell you, anyway.  Hopefully, by now, if you’ve read this far, we’ve both been reminded for at least a wink just how deeply we already know what we know…  And the thing is, Jesus is in the field of our mind right now…  People are gathering…  There is a beautiful atmosphere surrounding us in this place…

Accessing the Heart

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I have been away for awhile- took some much needed vacation and time for retreat with loved ones and enjoyed a string of days whose “purpose” was unspoken for in advance.  It never seems to fail that the re-immersion into the world of our everyday needs and demands is a challenging re-entry, and that is part of what lies behind this post…  Although, to be fair, the repeated need for movement from disconnectedness to connectedness is not an isolated moment, but a part of me wherever I am, until it isn’t…

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We’d like the silent spaces between our thoughts to be a warm retreat, a fullness that arises unbidden between our forays into focused activity.  It is time to make the grocery list, and our minds naturally resolve into sharpened attentiveness in order to execute this task.  For a brief period, our awareness is consumed with the task at hand, perhaps planning the next few meals, organizing the list of ingredients, checking cabinets and the refrigerator to verify current inventories.  If we’re attentive, even a simple task such as this can reveal our beliefs about money, time, health, and identity.  Those deeper issues aside, however, when the list is complete, our minds naturally uncoil, and we rediscover the breath moving through us, and we’d like such moments to be naturally buoyant- freely flowing reminders of a Love without end.

When we’re in a state of “disconnection”, however, the silence between our thoughts is the opposite.  We return from a volley of thought to a fundamental, simmering discontentment, and everything seems more difficult than it ought to be: more energy-intensive or laden with obstacles.  It is a twinge of doubt, a gnawing dissatisfaction, perhaps a guilt that grinds away at us, or the sinking feeling that somewhere ahead of us in time there is a pothole in the road capable of swallowing us whole.

We know the answer to this dilemma lies in accessing our heart, but this is precisely what is temporarily unavailable.  It is as if the service is down.  We can’t find the channel, and reception is spotty at best.  What is in the way?  Where have we gone, when we cannot even find the Self with whom we felt so indelibly interwoven just the other breath?

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Despite some incredibly joyous moments recently, these periods of inaccessibility have been with me as well, and in the curriculum of my life I have noted circumstances that have provoked deep-seated feelings of self-consciousness.  This self-consciousness is not the type of self-awareness we seek to cultivate, the type that liberates one from falsehood and misperception; rather, it is the comparison of who I perceive myself as being to an ideal vision I carry of what I would surely be like had I made significant headway on this path called Love.  Such comparisons and judgments are inevitably self-defeating.

I think it is in the Way of Mastery that Jesus says the “spiritual ego is the last egg to crack,” and I think that is part of what I am experiencing, although the continued use of the word ‘ego’ somehow adds an additional harshness, or “wrongness”, to this process I don’t, as of this moment, feel is merited.  When a person on a spiritual path confronts a darkness, it is all too easy for him or her to chalk it up to the ego, as if that explains it all.  And while in some sense it does, it seems to me that such a quick dismissal poses two risks: one, of reinforcing the misperception that the ego is a concrete, active and real part of us, rather than a false notion that has taken root for a short time in the mind of an infinite being, and second, of missing the opportunity to understand what is being presented to us, as a gift, on a deeper level.

Whoop!  There it is again…  Oh, well, we know what to do with that one…  That ole’ ego is back…  Naming a phenomenon is the fastest way to reinforce its reality, or ‘thingness’ to ourselves, and also a great way to keep its underlying core characteristics carefully hidden from view behind the mask of simple convention.

The ego is not a compartment of the ship that has sprung a leak, and which we can simply isolate by shutting a watertight door and then walk away to another part of the vessel, never to return.  It is a way, or pattern, of viewing ourselves and the world around us that is based upon an incorrect foundation.  It is, in short, the (only) way a being of infinite beauty, grace, and love finds him or herself on the outside of their heart looking in, and finds the still moment between breaths plugged with some unseemly residue.

Sitting in the pain of an inaccessible heart, mired in the emotions and experiences brought on by the curriculum of our lives, we eventually- through grace- come to discover the exit door that was always there, camouflaged by the bright and garish setting of a world misperceived and the distorted thought lens of a Self misunderstood.  Being able to identify this pattern of self-criticality has rendered my heart accessible again.  It has helped to make plain the fact that this notion of an ideal version of myself is truly a wild goose chase, a perpetual motivator to question what is and thus set out into a storm, rather than sitting quietly in the warmth of a full heart.

From this simple attentiveness to doubt and uncertainty, the light around the edges of the door is beginning to strengthen.  I can see it now.  I can see how I might walk away from this false pattern… but first I had to sit quietly in the middle of it all, distant from my inaccessible heart, and wait.

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Waiting is the hardest thing of all.  It is teaching me, however, compassion for a self that could never live up to its own ideals.  This waiting- it is a softening of the notion we must be anyone but who we are.

Mutual Arising

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In the Dialogues of A Course of Love, Jesus describes the process of “becoming”.  In this state, we have realized or glimpsed unity consciousness, but we have yet to fully shed the conditions of our past.  This joyous wholeness that tickles us still often feels like the movement of an outside hand.  Creation is witnessed as a beautiful and awe-inspiring dynamic, albeit one we still perceive as taking place- at times- “out there”.  We experience moments of completeness, joyous moments in which we are wholly present and wholly alive, interspersed with moments of incompleteness in which arise feelings and conditions that are fractured images, vestiges of an old identity.

These are where I am.

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It is the time of reaching the point of no return, of swirling around the drain and instead of kicking free of the current at the last minute, and returning to shore, of dropping through the needle’s eye into a delicious falling that will never cease.  For a time perhaps, we tread water in the center of this swirling pool, while our hearts bathe in the glow that shines up through the needle’s eye.

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Sometimes in this time of becoming I am still not certain of who I am, or where I have arrived, and in contrast to the joyous moments, these times are heavy and sticky.  Like feeling alone at a party.  I find this process to be like walking out into a meadow and taking off all my clothes, all my coverings, all my thoughts, and laying them down in the grass.  The thing about this meadow is that is in sight of a highway, and people in cars that drive by, well, they might see me.  This is uncomfortable.    So, I kind of position myself behind some extra tall grass, and whisper to Love to meet me halfway.

Have I not technically met the conditions of which You spoke?

Love, ever honest, says no.

I wonder what I have not given, and Jesus says, the idea of yourself who is setting those things down.  Give that to me also.  Oh- and nostalgia.  That isn’t exactly helping, either.

How exactly does this work? I ask.

Stop loitering in the conditions of your discarded past.  You are surrounded by souvenirs of a life you have already ended, and when you pick them up, like a song on the radio that takes you back to a former time, you allow yourself to be transported to a time and a place you have already outgrown.  It feels very real, but you are just reliving memories.  Fill with the desire, instead, to hear the new songs Creation is writing, the ones with your Name on them.

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All of my self-consciousness is uncertainty.  In A Course of Love, Jesus says that all doubt is self doubt.  I doubt the very reality that I am.  It is harder to postulate a sadder state of affairs, yet these conceptual self-images we have crafted and lived for so long are all we know.  They offer, at least, familiarity.  Familiarity and discomfort can be traveling companions I have found.

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The time of becoming is also wondrous.  There is no desire to be elsewhere.  We have reached this fixed pole in the rotation of time by moving ever northward across the globes of our lives.  We are no longer deceived by misdirection.  There is no real desire to pick up those things we have put down and begin walking again, because every step we’re capable of taking within the world we once knew would be southbound.  Every step is a movement away from this fixed axis, and back into a world whose only purpose was to discover this location, this terminus.

We know there is nowhere else to go within the only dimensions we have ever known, and in this knowing we begin to receive the knowledge of dimensionless existence.

Here, in this meadow, where the very air we breath is life itself, we begin to learn of genuine sustenance.  At night, we can hear the hymns that drift in along the shores of time, lapping gently along the boundary.  A great emptiness blows through periodically, not a storm, but a gathering breeze that arises simultaneously from every point around us.  We forget momentarily, the artifacts that lay on the ground around us.  We begin to discover the others who also have picked their way along ancient, lonesome trails to rest for a time in this meadow.  Joining with them, we discover what it is like to share a common Vision.

One by one our souvenirs fade into the grass, as meanwhile, we find we are building the vessels of relationship in which we will now travel.  They are balloons, held together by mutual recognition, filled with the warm vapor all hearts offer.  At dawn, we will see countless balloons lifting skyward.  We are watching ourselves now, cutting the last bags of sand free from the buckets.

Arising.

The Vision of Christ passing up and down the line like a reverent secret we’ll never again forget.