From the monthly archives:

May 2009

The Fabric Of Consciousness

by Miruh on May 28, 2009

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In my post on Unity Consciousness,  I explored ways in which we can experience the  feeling of oneness that the sages tell us is our birthright. I recently read an excellent book that was the recipient of the Nautilus Silver Award, by Dr Allan J Hamilton The Scalpel And The Soul: Encounters with Surgery, the Supernatural, and the Healing Power Of Hope. In his book, Dr Hamilton relates stories  that have taught him much about spirituality and the nature of consciousness. He refers to “the fabric of consciousness” which reminds me of the theme of Unity Consciousness. He speaks of  the encounter with people who are at the edge, where the ego drops away, where a person comes face to face with the stark reality of their mortality and chooses to affirm the spirit,  as a transformational phenomenon that engages both doctor and patient alike. Though a scientist, the ubiquitous nature of his experiences with patients who face death and dying,  awoke in him a curiosity of the spiritual realm and the nature of reality.

Dr Hamilton tells of an experience when he was a young doctor in a village in Africa, where the natives live with a trust in nature, where time and reality as we know it,  does not exist in the same way. While lost on an expedition to reach another remote village, traveling  down a river in stormy weather, he and his guide met a stranger. This man told them that he had been waiting for them,  because he had dreamed that they were coming and would be needing his help to show them the way. The stranger mentioned that he was expecting them the previous day. He did not know that the doctor  had started his journey earlier but was delayed one day. Dr Hamilton says, “… It was not really the waters of the river that carried us. It was the hand of invisible forces. Suddenly, the notion of being afraid, and especially the idea of being lost, seemed absurd.”

Dr Hamilton muses over the experiences of his career: the premonitions of patients who know that they are about to die; the ghost of a father who returns to the foot of the bed of his comatose  son to watch over him; the indomitable faith of a grandmother with late stage ovarian cancer, the only caretaker for a sick grandchild, who lives to see the child grow up and get married; his own possession by the spirit of a young man who died, to whom he was still emotionally attached.

These experiences became a source of contemplation on the nature of reality for Dr Hamilton. He says: C0uld we, I now wonder, be connected together beyond the abilities of our individual brains to sense and comprehend? He continues: A great school of fish, made up of thousands of shimmering individuals, is capable of swerving instantly as a unit without the awareness or insight of each fish in the group. Could it be that, like the individual fish, I had mistakenly believed the journey I was undertaking was mine alone?  Instead, perhaps, it was the journey of many, forged from myriad physical existences that were interwoven into a fabric of consciousness far beyond the reach of our senses or the grasp of our intellect. Perhaps we are like the gathering school of fish, steadfastly maintaining we are single individuals while our collective awareness moves us freely into unrecognizable depth.

The stories in this book, some hilarious, some heart wrenching,  are written with poetic insight and provoke  my own contemplation. I have in the past, categorized many stories that were related to me of supernatural encounters, as the reality of those whose beliefs attract such occurences. Dr Hamilton reminds us that his approach was one of scientific curiousity, he was not a man of spiritual inclinations, yet it became necessary for him to connect to the spiritual aspect to make sense of the experiences that he and his patients shared.

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Regretfully Yours

by Miruh on May 23, 2009

To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything, is to succumb to the violence of our times…Thomas Merton

“Miruh sends her regrets. She is unable to attend…..” There are many things that are not being attended to, including writing in this blog and socializing with others on the blogosphere and around. It is the height of Spring and a hectic time in the garden, digging and planting and admiring other people’s gardens. Regret is not the appropriate word, though it is the common linguistic term used. Regret is an emotion that conjures up a sense of loss and disappointment. My days are filled with hope and expectation for a beautiful, abundant garden with lots of fragrant, colorful flowers and delicious fruits and vegetables.

Here are some beautiful places I visited near me recently.  Happy Spring!!!

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How Can I Reach The Sea?

by Miruh on May 20, 2009

POETS OBLIGATION

To whomever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whomever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or harsh prison cell:
to him I come, and, without speaking or looking,
I arrive and open the door of his prison,
and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,
a great fragment of thunder sets in motion
the rumble of the planet and the foam,
the raucous rivers of the ocean flood,
the star vibrates swiftly in its corona,
and the sea is beating, dying and continuing.

So, drawn on by my destiny,
I endlessly must listen to and keep
the sea’s lamenting in my awareness,
I must feel the crash of the hard water
and gather it up in a perpetual cup
so that, wherever those in prison may be,
wherever they suffer the autumn’s castigation,
I may be there with an errant wave,
I may move, passing through windows,
and hearing me, eyes will glance upward
saying: how can I reach the sea?
And I shall broadcast, saying nothing,
the starry echoes of the wave,
a breaking up of foam and of quicksand,
a rustling of salt withdrawing,
the grey cry of sea-birds on the coast.
So, through me, freedom and the sea
will make their answer to the shuttered heart.

From The Essential Neruda Selected Poems translated by Alastair Reid

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On Writing

by Miruh on May 14, 2009

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The work of writing can be for me, or very close to, the simple job of being: by creative reflection and awareness to help life itself live in me, to give its esse an existant, or to find place, rather, in esse by action, intelligence and love. For to write is love: it is to inquire and to praise, or to confess, or to appeal. This testimony of love remains necessary. Not to reassure myself that I am( “I write therefore I am”),but simply to pay my debt to life, to the world, to other men. To speak out with an open heart and say what seems to me to have meaning. The bad writing I have done has all been authoritarian, the declaration of musts, and the announcement of punishments. Bad because it implies a lack of love, good insofar as there may yet have been some love in it. The best stuff has been more straight confession and witness.

From The Journals of Thomas Merton Vol Six

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Unity Consciousness

by Miruh on May 7, 2009

In an ancient scriptural text in Shaivism, there is an aphorism which states, “Consciousness herself, having descended from the expanded state, becomes the mind, contracted by the objects of perception.” This statement is the basic teaching that we are all interconnected beings, but feel separate due to illusion caused by our attachment to the sense of “me and mine.” We have forgotten our true heritage of Unity Consciousness and are lost in defending our separateness and are impoverished in a feeling of disempowerment.

Since my previous post, I have been reflecting on how we create separation between ourselves and our fellow human beings, when we pass judgment based on racial, religious, cultural, social and economic differences. Throughout history, man has been at war, committing genocide in the form of ethnic cleansing and other outrageous atrocities, because of our perceived differences. Now more than ever, it feels as if we are at a crossroads where we are capable of creating a future full of promise for the evolution of humanity. We can choose to make a quantum leap in consciousness or to follow the path by which we are ruled by our fear and hatred and it’s ensuing destruction of civilization.

We have known the extremes of man’s inhumanity to man, brought about by a division in beliefs, lifestyle, heritage and border, and on the other hand, we also see the reverse of that, where in times of tragedy, people unite around a common need.  I often wonder what is that quality in humans, that in moments of extraordinary duress, a person can draw upon a power within to perform super-human feats, putting their lives in danger to assist others. That quality of Unity Consciousness was seen when 9/11 happened, where firefighters, police officers and ordinary citizens performed heroic deeds.  In the concentration camps in Europe during the Nazi regime, we heard stories of men and women who went around comforting and taking care of others in those sordid conditions. We also see a version of that Unity Consciousness when we attend sports events in an arena where everybody is rooting for the home-team. We lose ourselves, though momentarily, in a feeling of oneness that transcends  our separate identification.

When we look around our world and see the variety of people whose physical appearances, ethnic origins, and lifestyle differ from ours, how do we find this Unity Consciousness in the diversity of manifestations? If we look on the surface, we will see that we are all different, but on a deeper level, we are all basically the same in our need for love and security. Is there a way to experience this Unity Consciousness that the sages tell us is our birthright?

In the Vijnanabhairava or Divine Consciousness translated by Jaideva Singh, in Verse 104 he comments: If one contemplates, “I am not my body, nor am I confined to any particular place or time…I am everywhere.”  He will then enjoy happiness.

And Verse 105: If one contemplates over the fact of knowledge and desire being common to every existent in the universe, he will acquire the consciousness of unity. Man usually thinks that there is nothing common between him and a jar or a tree, but if he comes to realize that knowledge and desire are the common characteristics of all manifestation that all are co-sharers of this divine gift, he will shed his insularity and feel his kinship with all.

And Verse 110: Just as waves arise from water, flames from fire, rays from the sun, even so the waves (varied aspects) of the universe have arisen in differentiated form from me(Consciousness.)

These contemplations along with meditation, can lead to the wisdom path of Unity Consciousness. Our minds keep reinforcing our sense of separateness, but if we keep practicing the perception of unity through the experience that comes from meditation and contemplation, our natural identification with Unity Consciousness easily follows.

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Loving-Kindness In Action

by Miruh on May 3, 2009

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There is a new movie out in the theaters, The Soloist, based on a true story of a schizophrenic homeless musician, Nathaniel Ayers. Mr Ayers’ story became popular when a Los Angeles journalist began to write about him in his newspaper column. This story of a friendship that has changed the lives of both men, began in 2005 when a journalist, Steve Lopez, desperate for a story one day, befriended a street musician who seemed more interested in playing the violin for himself, than in panhandling.

Mr Lopez eventually compiled the stories of his newspaper column into a book called, The Soloist: A Lost Dream, An Unlikely Friendship and The Redemptive Power of Music. The book tells the story of Mr Ayers, a child prodigy, who in his second year of his musical training at the distinguished Julliard School, became mentally ill and his career was aborted. After undergoing unsuccessful shock treatments for his mental illness, he ended up living on the streets. He eventually drifted to Los Angeles and it was at a square in Los Angeles, where Mr Ayers liked to play near a statue of Beethoven, that the two men met.  Mr Ayers came to trust Mr Lopez, sharing about his background and Mr Lopez took him to his home to meet his wife and daughter. He took him to Walt Disney Concert Hall, the home of the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra, and it was there that an amazing transformation began to take place in Mr Ayers. The concert hall became a spiritual oasis for him. They went there during the orchestra’s rehearsals, where the musicians befriended Mr Ayers and some began to mentor him in the music he so loved and played at Julliard’s.

This story so moved people that readers of the LA Times column  began to donate musical instruments to  Mr Ayers and they inquired on how he was doing over the years. This story spoke to me of the power of loving kindness. Though the friendship started out as a means to good material for a newspaper column, Mr Lopez’s daring to open his heart to this homeless man, bringing him to his own home to meet his family to show him  a stable family life, was an act of kindness and compassion. In an interview with 60 Minutes, Mr Lopez said that it was the most meaningful friendship he ever had and one he had learned the most from. The interviewer asked if he had found his inner good guy, to which Mr Lopez replied that Mr Ayers grew to trust him, to rely on him, and that it felt good at giving that.

For all of us, our lives have a narrative that sometimes our outer circumstances fail to elucidate. Much of society judges us by our appearances, our station in life. When a story like this comes along, we are reminded to not be so quick to label others according to our preconceived notions and prejudices. This story makes me appreciate that we do not know what ravages the human spirit is asked to endure, that each person we meet is a complex, woven tapestry of experiences, that if we are quick to judge and label, we fail to unlock the richness of the unique journey of each person we meet. In the words of Kabir:

Are you looking for the Holy One?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.

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