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Hardy Lessons

“Have compassion for all beings, rich and poor alike; each has their suffering.
Some suffer too much, others too little.”
– Buddha –

It is interesting to observe life lessons which are easily transcended by one, may not be the same for another. I remember this tale of an acquaintance who progressed in the spiritual journey quickly, but could not understand why it was hard for others. And I’d have to say that I had this same pattern quite some time ago.

A beloved reminded me once that sometimes when we are able to do something, there tends to be a sort of expectation accompanying that other people are able to do the same thing. It is like much like babies learning to walk; some learn to walk a little faster and some a little slower, each depending on his or her experiences of falling and trying internalised, coupled with support and encouragement received by the external environment, which are also internalised and also the attitude of the baby.

It is not really of much support to others when we keep pushing others to transcend their fears when what is required is their own willingness and pace. Even with willingness, it takes a huge amount of inner work to arrive at the transcendence of life lessons with conditionings allowing Wisdom to finally enlighten the mind; and we can never tell how much time others need. Some may take 1 week, 1 month or even lifetimes. If not, we wouldn’t be blessed with past life therapists who helps us access our past life stories or experiences in order to understand or realise what was not seen before. That too, after a session of such therapies still requires readiness to actually transcend the whole pattern of what is ancient in the mind.

The other day, a loved one sent a text to me and asked me if we could guide and support someone. My answer to her was that there is no such thing. How could it be possible? We are simply doing what we feel like doing at the moment, as in talking, and people think that we are guiding or supporting someone. It takes the other parties’ motivation rather than something that I can do. But I can live authentically and be an inspiration to others when I walk the talk, instead of just talking the talk and that is the only act that I can be moved to do within myself, for myself and not for others. It becomes my way of living, rather than to live as an example for others to follow. Although this statement sounds a little general, but let’s put it this way… when I am taking full responsibility of what arises in my space and doing my inner work, other people will notice. Since inner work is not something that can be shown, but by the mere result of how our way of life is already serves as an inspiration to others if that is what they want too, and what they want is beyond my control. It is somewhat impossible to assess how soon or far along that another will take to transcend the same ancient pattern for we are too unfamiliar with their course of experiences and stories.

Understanding this is peace and thus compassion arises naturally. Whenever the mind goes off wandering about other people’s businesses, it is astute to diligently to go back to the basics that is to mind my own business. My business will include addressing any judgment or perception that arises in any situation concerning others and myself as any act that I would attempt outwards is always being run by some specific ideas in the mind. If I am still working on myself, what space can I have to work on others?

Yet, that does not mean that I cannot be available for others. Being available for others means being open to listen and to speak when asked to, at the same time also acknowledging that what is being shared does not come with expectations of others picking up what is being communicated. It is after all, their own journey (and my own, too) and each phrase is as important for each individual.

“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
– Buddha –

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The other day as I was sharing some stories that I was experiencing in my space with a friend, she asked me why the need to create experiences such as the ones I shared with her for myself as in, what’s in it for me. I pondered a moment upon her questioning and it dawned on me at that moment, which surprises me too at the same time that the recreation of experiences was to tell me where I am at mind level, or more rightfully, where the mind is.

Already understanding and realising that everything is in the mind and of the mind, it would be wise to work with the mind, rather than to address anything outside of it. Some time ago, I was sharing with a beloved that the only reason why I would still go to a fortune teller or a psychic is merely to know what is in store for the future as in projected into the future based on the existing ideas in the mind. The session of fortune telling so to speak is more of an opportunity for me to investigate, surrender, forgive, realise or whatever you may choose to call it on areas at the level of the mind for the purpose of undoing.

Having said that, it is not a purposeful or a conscious intent to recreate experiences so as to trigger and test as that itself is like sitting for an exam already knowing the answer. I’d say that most experiences that comes with life lessons which I had gone through earlier were recreated at a pretty unconscious level though the patterns of the mind are predictable by now. And this is not only happening within this lifetime but throughout many, many past lives having put us back here again and again. Yet, with awareness and the habitual motion kicking in to clear whatever ideas that is in the mind, it is natural that even if the storyline was to repeat itself, the experience of the storyline itself is different. With constant practice, any ancient deep seeded pattern can be broken.

I remember sharing with some friends on the subject of nudity and nakedness. Although there was a knowing and surety that it was ok for me, yet to fully experience it in a somewhat open space in the presence of others during my trip overseas recently was another thing altogether. Another of a dear lesson of mine which is abandonment has also significantly reduced and each time I experience that whether it is in a form of storyline or a sudden visit with no storyline, it tells me what I am.

Now, of course I am not saying that it is wise to purposefully trigger myself or others as that is totally inhumane at least in my perception. If I knew that someone would be triggered by my saying or doing something, then I don’t act on it out of sheer compassion, which is too another level of wisdom though when a call of integrity comes in, I am asked to only honour myself. Yet, at the level of the mind, when it is done with a wise and appropriate intent, it will not be astonishing to witness that no one actually gets hurt because all that is out there is merely a projection of what is inner. Some people call that, a miracle.

Where I am heading is more of allowing experiences to unfold by itself and constantly, constantly bringing our attention inwards to work with what is already here. And I am too, not saying that I purposefully go to a fortune teller or a psychic just to dig my own grave. It is a fun thing to do, really… the whole experience of it all, but upon listening to what is being told – what do we choose from there? Again, it is not about ‘doing’ something in form, but to address the level of the mind.  

I cannot really undo what is in the mind for the purpose of living a happy dream for a happy dream is already an effect arising from appropriate conditionings. Yet, a happy dream can turn into a nightmare if remnant ideas are not being addressed and being shoved aside just because it doesn’t really hurt that much anymore. I watched a movie some weeks ago ‘World Invasion’ where at the ending scene, the lead casts chose to go back into the battlefield to clear off the remnants of the aliens remaining of Earth after already destroying the main controlling unit of the invasion of aliens. It was truly an inspired scene that seems to tell me that we leave no remnants in the mind. It is like going into the remaining 5% of the mind to clean it up. Of course, I am just being optimistic here by saying that it is only ‘5%’.

The mind is indeed a tool, and we experience life through it. The other day, another loved one asked me, “G, how did we come to this stage where there is this whole lot of rubbish in the mind?” Obviously, it was because we did not know better or to put it shrewdly, it is because of ignorance. Of course, I am not saying that everyone is living a miserable life, or rather story. But it becomes an interesting journey to go through experiences with much freedom, peace and wisdom rather than allowing old patterns of the mind rerun the whole entire show.

Undoing here means surrendering, forgiving, and realising the errors not recognised before. Although it is indeed a simple process; still it remains a process that requires much sincerity, honesty and willingness.

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Many people think that meditation belongs to the part of being spiritual.

Many people also think that meditation is sitting down, crossed legged, with eyes closed.

But that all, is only defining meditation in its own limiting concept.

If one could begin to question and experience what meditation is like,

without the limiting ideas of what has been told and taught,

one would then realise;

meditation is more than that,

spirituality is more than that;

in fact, but all of it,

as in life.

Here, I share with you an entry posted by a like-minded practitioner,

whom I do not know in person,

but yet recognise dear in the heart.

Please click below.

Integration by Sharanam

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The Heart of Wisdom

Wisdom
in its simplest essence,
is derived from
experience analysed,
knowledge gained,
intuitive thought,
introspective comtemplataion,
intellectual enquiry ,
genuine inquiry,*
and
exhaustive persistence
driven by a burning desire,
guided by a force within.

*added by GG

~ Excerpts from In the Sphere of Silence by Vijay Eswaran ~

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Stilled Passion

Have you ever experienced
Loving
without wanting
without being wanted
without needing
without being needed
without desiring
without being desired
without controlling
without being controlled
without asking
without being asked
without hanging on
without being hung on
without owning
without being owned
without expecting
without being expected
without having
without being had

being there
not being there

being here
not being here

being everywhere
not being everywhere

appreciating
what is already there
what is already here
what is already everywhere
and not…

Even
when anger arises
when sadness visits
when jealousy sets in
with all its other relatives
recognising these patterns
as its own
Ending
either in simmers
or in absolute vanish
in moments
of complete Surrendering

You would have realised
no effort needed
no action required
no words necessary
still
in the midst of conditions
effort is effortless
action is natural
word is grace
Blessed much
with freedom
with peace
in calmness
in stillness
returning
to
Itself…

For
You are it
that is all there is
You are IT.

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Spirit in Love

the illusion of love
and all its other concepts
fed by stories told
heard and seen

a seeming fairytale born
how matter is spared
sweet incidents
planned or impromptu

each moving to the sound of heartbeat
go forth or stay still
perhaps to step back – safer
each consequence telling a story

the vision of the beloved
she does not move
then suddenly
she utters a word or two…

the sight of the corpse
reasons confusion
the sight of the spirit
echoes back

a whirling ceremony
the waltz of mind
the tug and the thrust
in each synchronised pulse

the show slows down
signifying serene end
will you let it simmer calmly
or agitate a roaring finish?

still, when the walls melt away
after the fire hiss absent
what is remained
is unspoken bond

myth may transpire
but hearts finally know
even when the hands no longer touch
spirit already joined.

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Unique Path

Yesterday, a participant shared with me that I was the first person that she had ever encountered to be able to see the workings of the mind without the practice of a formal sitting meditation, and she has come to see that there are many others like that too. It was a very interesting topic she brought up as just about two weeks ago, I shared with participants of a women circle that each of our inward journey is unique and different. While some aspire in formal sitting meditation, some practise A Course of Miracles, some loyal to the Work by Byron Katie, some merely living their lives moment to moment.

As J points out accurately, A Course in Miracles is not the only way but is the fastest way; yet while it is a Course for everybody, not everybody is for it (as in A Course in Miracles) and that doesn’t mean that anybody lose out on anything either. It is what resonates with each, at the core of their inner being and there is no matter of right and wrong.

So some people find fasting as one of the ways and some people don’t. Each of its own. What is there to compare or to follow? Now I am not implying that those who try out different methods will not benefit because surely there is always a thing or two to learn from there. While I find it interesting to explore different teachings but at the end of the day, it comes back to honouring thyself – what the inner voice asks of you.

I used to detest my partner for not stepping up onto the spiritual path with me – of course, purely from the space of ignorance. But each time I shared with him of what I had learnt or realised, I get stunned by his responses most of the time whenever he shared his point of views with me. While there was a part of me that recognised him as the mirroring of my growth, but yet I was totally at awe that without any formal spiritual practises or whatsoever that he was blessed with such divine wisdom! One of my common teachers was kind enough to let me in on my curiosity and I began to understand how each and every individual’s journey is indeed unique. I have come across people who tried to categorise me into some certain group, and categorise some others to some other groups, but it doesn’t really work that way although through the common traits, it is visible enough to capture which kind of teaching influences the path most.

Of course, courses are important. If not to explore, then how would one know which resonates the most or which path is suitable? My teacher did share with me that it is essential to stick to at least one practice or one teacher or one healer during the course of the journey because due to different perceptions, each meeting with different ones at the same time tend to derive different interpretations and one can get confuse. So when you find a teacher that you trust, stick to him or her; until, of course, you are ready for the next course of the journey. I was blessed that I found two, and listened to both whilst at the same time, listened to the inner voice. Maybe to some people, I might have grew faster, or slower… but does it matter since the journey is of my own? And in this case, also yours?

At the end of the day, the inner voice serves as the greatest teacher. Rather than follow the mass, why not listen discreetly and wisely discern what is the appropriate next move to take?

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Short, Sweet Love Stories

I love the story about how I was listening to this friend telling me about how she is gifted that whenever she walks into a room, she could download a series of information of all the people in the room. And I love the story on how I was the one and first person in her life that she could not get a grasp of. I also loved it when she was telling me how difficult it was to read me and that sometimes she would just observe me. I absolutely love the story where she told me there were thoughts that I was enlightened and how there were counter thoughts to support that I wasn’t. And I absolutely loved her story of how she resisted me since she could not connect with me and how she observed again, that other people got along easily with me except her and later, how she saw herself judging me, and how she surrendered her perception about me and then finally saw me as a child inside who needed love, who would accept love and loved like a child. And I loved her story of how she grew in compassion for me which made it easier for her to connect with me. It was such a lovely story.

And how each short story, when unaware, becomes a pretty long story. If we are lucky, it is a sweet love story; if not, it becomes something like a nightmare where resistance, expectations and separation comes in. I was telling my new Turkish friend how stories when kept short and sweet are, well… short, sweet and nice. But when we allow stories to extend to a very, very long story, it gets a little dramatic and a little tough. It is like the end of the story keeps having to prolong itself again and again and then the ‘trying’ comes in. That too, is ok… just that the story then needs a more dramatic ending, which might or might not leave a good taste in the mouth after that.

I was chatting with my beloved sister-in-law earlier about my stories in Istanbul and she found it lovely and could resonate with that since she was one who enjoyed travelling alone before she came back to Malaysia and found thrilling experiences just as I did. It is like melting into every moment, and it was the same as I was sharing with her about Istanbul, just melting into every moment in while chatting with her – whether it was about the past stories of Istanbul, or even the present story (which is now the past) of being with her. And the very moment she stepped out of my home, the storyline has ceased. And then I walked up the stairs, into my little one’s room and read her favourite stories to her, all the time cuddling her, kissing her, smelling her… ah… another sweet, love story… and the moment I switch off the lights, the story ends and begins again, how I walk in the dark to find my way back to her, to hold her hand and wait for her to fall asleep…

The longest story that anyone can have, in my experience, is the story of awakening. After that, it is all really just sweet, short love stories. Even if you were to try to hang on to a story, a perceived favourite story, after a while, it loses taste of itself and then just moves on. I have come to see that there is not really anything called loyalty, but if I have to put the word ‘loyal’ to something, I’d say that it is loyal with flow of nature, with the way things are, as in experiences instead of being stagnated in the past. There is no more waiting, no more longing. Even if there is a sense of missing someone, or something… it is just part of another love story and then it loses itself when it comes back to reality – the love story of what reality is. The only choice we seem to have is when the story starts and when it ends, but that too, is delusional. Because each moment is an arising and also a passing, each moving along with itself. I can’t even say that there is something called the ‘Now’ as to denote a ‘Now’ is to mean that there is a past or a future when there is none. It is like a ceaseless flow of moment to moment, and if you attempt to dispute with it, you just end up being the one who suffers.

So I’d say ‘cheers’ to all stories – the love story of falling in love, the love story of making money, the love story of finding yourself, the love story of being married, the love story of parent and child, the love story of a holiday, the love story of a friendship, the love story of praying, the love story of sharing… anything… and you become your own love story, and that is all there is. <3

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Description of Love

A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at the last he is drawn to the KING of love.
However much we describe and explain love,
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
But love unexplained is clearer.
When pen hasted to write,
On reaching the subject of love it split in twain.
When the discourse touched on the matter of love,
Pen was broken and paper torn.
In explaining it Reason sticks fast, as an ass in mire;
Naught but Love itself can explain love and lovers!
None but the sun can display the sun,
If you would see it displayed, turn not away from it.
Shadows induce slumber, like evening talks,
But when the sun arises the “moon is split asunder.”
In the world there is naught so wondrous as the sun,
Though the material sun is unique and single,
We can conceive similar suns like to it.
But the Sun of the soul, beyond this firmament,–
No like thereof is seen in concrete or abstract.
Where is there room in conception for HIS essence,
So that similitudes of HIM should be conceivable?

~ The Mathnawi, The Spiritual Couplets of Maulana Jalalu-d-din Muhammad I Rumi ~

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The Inner Voice

The voice within is what I honour. It’s what I’m married to. This life doesn’t belong to me. The voice says, “Brush your teeth.” Okay. I don’t know what for, I just move on through. It says, “Walk.” Okay. I just keep moving. Someone says, “Will you come do The Work with us?” Okay. I’m just following orders. The beautiful thing about this is that it’s fun. If I don’t follow the order, it’s okay too. This is a game about where it will take me if I do follow.

For forty three years I was at war in the story. And then one day, in a moment of clarity, I found my way back home. And that’s what inquiry is all about. It comes from source, and it returns to source. It’s such a gift. I was always merging into my stories, into my insanity. And then, one day, when I heard “Brush your teeth,” it started coming back, and there was a receiver. And it opened, like a womb. It opened into that allowing into the mystery. Each moment – new! “Brush your teeth.” It doesn’t sound very spiritual to me, but that’s all it said. “Walk.” It just opens and it becomes more of a listener. All marriage is nothing more than a metaphor of that marriage. And if I don’t follow, if I tell it, “Later,” I don’t feel very comfortable. And then I come back and I brush my teeth. It becomes a thing that’s timeless, because when you’re opening to that, there’s no time and space in it. It’s just a “Yes. Yes. Yes.” That’s why I say, “Boundaries are an act of selfishness.” I don’t have any. When it says, “Jump,” I jump. Because where I jump, I have nothing to lose. There’s nothing more fun than following such an insane thing and saying “Yes” to it. You don’t have anything to lose. You’re dead already. You can afford to be a fool.

~ Quotations from Byron Katie ~

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