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Sep 26, 2013 - Musings    No Comments

Liberation Takes a Leap of Faith

Sign from the Universe

By Dr. Jeff Alexander

Founder of Warrior Spirit (http://www.WarriorSpirit.com)

Jeff is my personal mentor and wonderful friend.  He is Courage and Leadership personified. For the last 25 years, through seminars and trainings, Jeff has devoted his energies to unleashing these life-success strategies and competencies in others. – JY 

Have you ever heard an old song on the radio and it immediately reminds you of a place or person? You may get a smile on your face or suddenly feel a knot in your stomach. It depends on whether you were having a good or bad experience during the first time you heard that song. It can dictate the emotion you currently feel, even twenty years later. The mind organized it and sent it all down to your subconscious. Ninety five percent of everything that comes up daily got programmed in before the age of five.

Students on the path often experience the internal conflict. When the challenges begin, celebrate! You have entered sacred territory. Krishna referred to this internal war in the Bhagavad Gita. Jesus spoke of it as a “House divided against itself.” Buddha said that suffering is due to desire and attachment. To be liberated one must first consciously enter the battleground of the mind where all suffering exists. This often takes a great leap of faith.

The mind is not the enemy. Your mind is a thought-generating machine. It organizes the thoughts automatically according to your perceptions and judgments. The delusion is that we get upset and fearful at what we create in our heads. We think it is coming from the outside world rather than noticing it is coming from within. Jesus said, “The kingdom of heaven is within you.”

Suffering does not come from the events or people in your life. It comes from your perceptions and choices about those events and people. While you may still feel the pain of the old experience, a new awareness begins to grow. And over time, the pain of that old dark experience transmutes into a higher state. Some call this enlightenment.

Jesus said, “Go within!” He was referring to your consciousness. He advised to not look to the world but the answer is within you. Yogananda said, “Where your energy is, there is your consciousness.” By going within, you direct your energy to your internal programming. This is the first step of your spiritual path. Have you noticed that there are a few bumps along the way?

The obstacles along the way are part of the curriculum. When they arise, just know that they are supposed to. The ego says they delay your spiritual progress. Consider the possibility that what stops you dead in your tracks, can be the very thing essential to your growth. These obstacles are like weights in the gym. They may be painful when you work your spiritual muscle, but it is key to your growth. Just because you have an awakening moment, doesn’t mean you are done. The awakening moment is just the first step of a long and sometimes difficult path.

What do you do when you feel lost? The ego attempts to jump in and take over. The ego is not capable of understanding the infinite. Thoughts are finite. The finite cannot comprehend the infinite. You know you are in trouble when your mind attempts to take over your spiritual progress. You can’t think your way back to the divine. When feeling lost, start to interpret this as another lesson in your curriculum. When I feel lost or depressed, the first thing I do is to notice and describe the feeling. I ask spirit for clarity. I don’t ask why, I ask what to do with what is in front of me. This is where you get to practice divine patience. And while I wait, I look for something to be grateful for.

When experiencing those dark moments, we can often feel alone and spiritually depleted. When that occurs, the first step is to first be aware of the internal battle. The Buddha said that the way out of suffering starts with detachment. He meant that when younotice you become a witness and immediately detach yourself from the suffering. You may still feel the pain, but the consciousness is now one step away.  That is what Christ meant by, “Being in the world, but not of the world.” Remember you havea mind. You are not a mind.

In order to have what you have never had, you must do what you have never done. This is where your leap of faith is waiting. You will never think your way to the kingdom of heaven.

In my last year at UCLA medical dental school, I met two patients in the terminal ward. This ward was where patients spent the last three months of their life due to terminal illness.

One patient in this ward was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He was 42 years old. He was given three months to live and experienced great physical discomfort and pain. He was angry, yelled a lot at the staff and complained continually about how he got such a “bad deal.” When his family visited, they didn’t stay long, there was arguing and a great amount of stress. His energy was draining on anyone who attempted to help him.

Another patient with the same cancer, prognosis and age was right next door.  He experienced severe pain every moment of each day. I was captivated by his sweet energy and gentle manners in spite of his obvious pain and physical discomfort. He greeted everyone with kindness and warmth. He spent long hours touching and gazing into the eyes of his wife and daughters.

It has been over thirty-five years since that time at UCLA. Both men have passed from this world long ago. Both of these blessed beings taught me a great lesson I will never forget. Both of these men were in extreme physical pain. Yet only one of them was suffering. Pain is an experience. Suffering is a choice. In order to light up the darkness of your life, you must cultivate the courage to first enter the darkness. Once you take the first step, you begin your journey home. This always takes a leap of faith.

 

Aug 28, 2013 - Musings    No Comments

Spread Your Wings & Fly!

Spread Your Wings & Fly!

by Dr. Jeff Alexander, Founder of Warrior Spirit ( www.WarriorSpirit.com )

There once was an old farmer who had a small farm bordering a thick forest high in the mountains.  He lived alone. His family consisted of two milk cows, one horse, some overweight pigs and a small clutch of chickens with one proud rooster. His love for nature fed his soul. He was a very gentle man who loved all creatures. He would talk to all his creatures and had a special relationship with the forest trees. He often talked to them and asked them for guidance whenever he needed some help.  He would tell others, “They are God’s gift to us and have all the secrets to life if we can listen.

One morning while walking through his forest, he noticed something at the base of one of his favorite cedars.  He discovered a rather large egg that had fallen from the giant tree. The egg had cracked almost completely in half except for one small attached piece. He took off his flannel shirt and gently wrapped his delicate find ever so gently. Cradling the egg like a newborn infant, he walked back toward his little farm.  As he approached the chicken coop, he could feel a stirring and anxious movement within the shell. “I feel life in there. Oh my, who might this be?” He said to himself.

As he approached the coop, the usual squawking and clucking grew from the chicken tribe, who were expecting a handout. Today the farmer was bringing something different to the coop. As he opened the door, he reached in his pocket with one hand to grab some seed, throwing it to loud clucks below. He found a place in the warm sunlight to rest the egg. As soon as the egg rested on the straw, he noticed a light orange beak and one rather large claw chipping away at the egg from the inside. The other chickens quickly scurried over to the new object to see if it was something tasty to eat. In amazement, the whole clutch, including our singular rooster seemed fixed on the egg and its content.

Within moments, out he came! To the surprise of the farmer and the rest of the clutch, out popped a brand new baby eagle. Three times the size of the other chicks, this clumsy little guy with huge head and talons sat in the warm sun taking in its new world. The immediate welcoming from the gossiping tribe of clucking was a relief to the farmer. “Oh, my!”thought the farmer, “This is an eagle. I must care for him and give him some special attention. He is so small and defenseless; I will make sure he is warm, well fed and safe.  My chickens, please teach him your ways so he may live.”

So he decided to add the little eagle chick to the coop of chickens. After all, the clutch of chickens already had decided that even if this chick was ugly and different, it didn’t matter. It was now part of the chicken family. You see, chickens just know that birds of all feathers automatically flock together, even one with a big head and feet.

As the days passed, the farmer would tend to all his animals and creatures. He would make a special meal for his new little friend and feed him along with the rest of the tribe in the coop. The eagle began to grow and lose his soft down and new little feathers began to sprout. The farmer would sit and watch his little friend learn to scratch around like the other chickens and sit on the roost next to all of the others finally falling asleep.

Whenever the farmer approached the coop for the daily feeding, the whole tribe would cluck in anticipation. The young eagle awkwardly hobbled around doing the best he could to cluck. However his “screech – screech” set him apart from the rest of the chicken family. And every day, as the farmer witnessed his little friend grow, he also noticed that in many ways this eagle was turning into a chicken.  With mixed emotions, he continued to observe this strange phenomenon.

One afternoon after a feeding, the farmer quietly sat and watched the long line of chickens sleeping lazily on the shallow roofline of the coop. He scanned down the line of sleeping birds, he couldn’t help but notice sticking out in a rather obvious manner the eagle, at least three times larger than the rest. He was fast asleep with the rest of the tribe. Yes, his little eagle was dreaming chicken dreams.  The farmer then realized he got his wish. His eagle was safe, well fed and seemed content.

Now this bothered the farmer very much. He thought. . . “This is wrong. He is an eagle yet he thinks he is a chicken. While I see that he is safe and content, he does not know what it is like to soar like an eagle.” He walked away very sad. He did what he always did when he wanted to know, he went into his forests to ask for guidance.

The next morning he got up early and went straight for the chicken coop.  After all the clucking and scratching calmed down, the farmer leaned over and picked up the young eagle. Now almost full grown, the eagle weighed many times more than the others and it took two arms to hold him up.

Right in the middle of some serious scratching at the dirt, the eagle looked a little surprised that the farmer would single him out like this. And then, with intense eyes and a gentle voice, the old farmer held the eagle level to his own face and stared right into his eye. “You are an eagle! You were meant to fly. You were meant to explore the heavens.” And with this, the farmer threw the large bird into the air.

A sickening thud was heard a few feet from the launch site.  Fortunately, there was a layer of straw close by where the large bird landed flat on his back. If eagles could talk, the expression on his face was anything but grateful as he turned one eye to the farmer. The farmer uttered quietly “Oh my . . . sorry about that!” The eagle rose to its feet and hobbled over to the rest of the chickens and resumed scratching in the same spot as before. Once again the farmer shook his head and repeated, “Oh my.” He walked back again into the forest for more guidance.

The next morning, the farmer stepped quickly toward the coop. He would put off the feeding until later. He leaned over and immediately lifted the young eagle out of the coop. He turned and headed straight for the barn. Holding the young bird under one hand, he grabbed the ladder to the hayloft above with the other. He ascended. Standing on the upper level of the loft, he approached the open doors leading outward above the yard.

Poised at the edge of the open loft, he lifted the eagle to his face with both hands. He exclaimed with a loud voice. , “You are an eagle. And eagles are meant to fly. You were meant to explore the heavens!” He turned to the yard and thrust the bird high into the sky.  He felt a terrible contraction in the pit of his stomach as he saw the large bird resemble a sack of potatoes tumbling through space, landing dead center on some hay below. “Oh my,” he whispered with disappointment. The young eagle strained to get to his feet and then headed directly to the coop where the rest of the birds waited. As soon as the eagle reached the coop, the farmer turned toward the forest shaking his head.

Immediately after dawn on the next morning, the farmer quietly approached the coop not wanting to wake up the whole tribe. He now carried his young friend ever so gently in his embrace. This time, he turned away from the farm and into the forest. After an hour of searching, he finally found the perfect tree that would be easy to climb and was tall enough. The tree rested high over a thicket of ferns. Up he climbed. The contraction and nervous tension in his chest grew with each step upward. “More height. We need to go higher!” Holding the young eagle under one arm and climbing with the other was not easy.

Finally the farmer reached the branch he was looking for…at least fifty feet above the ground he estimated. He whispered to his feathered friend “This should be good enough.”He balanced himself against the trunk, and ever so gently he slowly pulled the bird around to his front. With both hands he held up the eagle and proclaimed, “You are an eagle. And eagles were meant to fly. You were meant to explore the heavens.”

On the last word, he flung the eagle away from him as far as he could. Again the contraction seized his chest and stomach. He heard the cracking of small limbs as the body of the bird sumersalted downward, and once again, the sickening thud of the eagle’s body crashing down on the ferns and earth below. “Oh my. Have I killed my friend?” wondered the farmer.

Almost falling himself, he scurried down the tree to care for his friend. Sitting stunned and motionless, the eagle sat upright resting partially on the soft earth and a large fern. “I am sorry my friend.” Uttered the farmer, “I just want you to know who you are.” And as the farmer gently picked up the bewildered bird, he turned toward home. Holding the magnificent bird to his chest, he walked with bowed head through the giant cedars. A tear found its way down his cheek.

Terribly disappointed from the experience, the farmer had many thoughts on his way back to the farm. “Maybe I should have never brought you home that day. Maybe I should let you be a chicken. After all, it is better than dying from falling from a tree. At least you are alive and safe.  I could try to pretend that you are not an eagle. Yes you have a soul of an eagle but maybe it is right to let you live as a chicken and scratch on the earth for the rest of your days. Who am I to force you to be something else? Maybe your wings are not meant to feel the wind beneath them and soar through God’s world. Maybe I will just let you live the normal life of a chicken and no longer push you to experience the challenge of a natural existence.” Another tear traveled down as he looked up to the tops of the trees.

There was a full moon that night. The farmer could not sleep. He went into his forest to ask once again for guidance.  He spent the whole night among the giants silhouetted against the moon.  As he ventured into his forest he contemplated “This is not a night for sleep; it is a night for listening.”

He returned just before dawn. His step was deliberate and quick. He approached the coop. Ever so quietly he entered the coop and gently lifted the large eagle from the rest of the sleeping chickens. He held his friend close to his heart and turned to the forest. His pace quickened as he disappeared into the trees.

Shafts of red orange sunlight began to break the dark horizon by the time he reached his destination. Three hours had passed.  High at the edge of a mighty mountain he stood. He caressed the eagle to his chest. With closed eyes he  focused on the sensation of the cool morning air moving in and out of his lungs.  The moment had arrived.

His breath deepened and each exhale steamed outward in anticipation of what he must do. Standing a few feet from the edge of a mountain cliff he gazed outward into  empty space now filled with a bright orange light of a new day.  Below him he  could barely make out the tracing of the thin dark blue line of a river snaking through giant cedars below. Even the giant trees that followed the river appeared as tiny toothpicks from this height.  “Over a thousand feet at least,” he thought to himself. “God give me the strength to do what I must do! This will be the last attempt. This must be the one.”

“But, what if?” His mind began to play the ego war of consequences. “Enough! It is done and I know what I must do!” He could feel the beating heart of the young bird against his own. He gazed into the bright eyes for one quiet minute with the gaze of unconditional love and trust.

“You have always been an eagle. You have learned to eat, sleep and live among chickens. You have learned to be safe, content and normal. You have been asleep. But your soul has always been that of an eagle. It is your soul that I see and this is the day your soul shall gain it’s freedom. My attachment to you is over. You have been asleep and in a long dream.  And now the dreamer awakens from the dream. You are an eagle. And eagles were meant to fly. Go forth and explore the heavens!

And with this, he yelled a mighty deep cry of Spirit. He ran to the edge of the cliff and thrust the young eagle off into space. And like before, the limp body of the eagle tumbled and fell victim to gravity. One hundred feet he plunged, two hundred feet, and he continued to fall and tumble through space. The farmer looked on, his heart racing, his mind at war, his emotions heightened – his Spirit certain.

Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred feet the eagle somersaulted through space.  As the falling body accelerated toward earth, it grew smaller as the farmer watched.  One thousand feet, he continued to plunge toward certain death.

The farmer arched backward and thrust his eyes upward to the heavens and took in a deep breath. A roaring yell erupted from the depths of his soul, “Free his  soul. Let it awaken his heart!”

Faster he fell, drawing closer to the end with each passing second. Another explosion of cry of Spirit from the old man’s chest thundered down to his descending friend.

With a only a few seconds left, the small figure tumbling through space took in the cry from the farmer’s heart.   The falling body jolted as if it had been awakened. The bird instantly gained control and turned itself pointing headfirst in a diving position. The eagle now resembled an arrow shot straight down accelerating it’s speed.  And with less than one second to certain death the bird made his move. Awakening from a long sleep, his magnificent wings stretched themselves outward.  The wings cut the wind and instantly mastered it. He shifted the direction gliding gracefully only a few feet above the raging river below. And at the same instant, the bird took the wind of life into his lungs and called out . The piercing eagle cry of Spirit echoed through the valley answering his friend who watched from above.

His loud cry answered his old friend high on the cliff above. The great eagle glided over the river just a few feet above the surface.  At one with the wind and master of his world, he altered his direction and began to soar upward. Heavenward he soared, with authority and majestic wings efficiently moving through space, upward to the heavens.

As the eagle continued to climb, he approached the place where the farmer stood. Closer and closer he ascended toward his launch site. And at the edge of the cliff he paused for a moment to catch the eye of the one who freed him. In an instant frozen in time, both eagle and man connected with recognition.

The great eagle continued to work his great wings and climb upward high above the farmer, above the forest, high above the tallest of trees to gain an eagle’s view of the whole land. He turned and navigated his way to the farm.  Once there, he circled the coop where he could see his family scratching at the earth below with heads bowed down. They did not notice who now was now flying above their head. The eagle felt the connection to them and now it was time to say good-bye. One loud eagle call and he was off.

How little it looked from up there! How much of his life was lived in that small place! And now new worlds and new experiences awaited him.  How grateful to the Spirit of the farmer he was for the trust and spiritual endurance in guiding him to freedom. As he turned one last time to leave the valley forever he glided above the old farmers head. One  last good-bye and a gift of gratitude to the one who freed his soul.

He increased his speed and descended towards the farmer. And then he stretched his wings out as far as they could go.  He soared within a few feet above the farmer’s head. Tears of joy that were streaming from the farmers cheek were met with the gust of wind that blew from those mighty wings.

The eagle silhouetted against the rising sun as he continued to climb into the heavens. The farmer shaded his eyes following the great bird until he disppeared into the heavens. He whispered “Farewell my great eagle.”

The farmer turned and began his journey home. As he entered his great forest he directed his eyes to the  tops of the giant trees exhaulting,”Thank you old ancient ones for your wisdom and silence. You have spoken clearly to my heart. And you were right. He is an eagle. And eagles are meant to fly. And now it is time for him to explore the heavens.”

The farmer then headed back to his home.

. . . .

So my eagles, you were meant to fly. I know that the ego can convince us all to live as chickens and scratch meagerly at the world of material things so that we can earn a living. I know that it is tempting to live a normal life of coping, seeking contentment and safety. But for sure, this is the death of the soul. The eagle in you wants to fly. You have it in you to soar.

The anxiety of holding back is called suffering. To let go and discover your ability to fly like the eagle will take a leap of faith. To have faith is to know. More than belief, more than fact and more than theory, is knowing. Knowing is the reflection of faith in the physical world.  Without faith, you will never jump. Without trusting your farmer within, called Spirit, you will not act. To act in faith is the most certain thing you can do.

You must find what challenges you, and go there. The warriors challenge is always within you. It will never be in conquering outside illusions. It will always be within you. Go there, ask for guidance and then trust whatever answer that comes from your heart. Sounds simple? It is. But from an ego’s perspective, you will have to die.

You will have to move through the fire of fear, powerlessness, confusion and soul fatigue. This is called Die Before You Die. To the ego, it means the greatest fear of all: that you will lose everything. In order to gain everything, first you must lose it all. You must burn your stories in the fire of passion. It is your identity to the stories you have lived that keeps you in prison.  Even reading these words could stimulate fear and reluctance of the mind. But your soul knows exactly what I am saying.

Spirit is flinging you from the cliff of normal consciousness. It is yelling the cry of spirit as you tumble to the death of the ego self. This is the false self coming to an end, and not you. With the death of the false self, your true self will emerge. It is what you were born to do. You must trust that you will know when to spread your wings out before you hit bottom. There is a reason you are reading these words and that reason will make itself known in the days to come. We are all in this together and together we will fly home.

You must learn to bless the chickens and move on. You are eagles. You were meant to fly. Spread your wings, take your leaps of faith and explore the heavens. I will see you there.

Jeff

Aug 21, 2013 - Musings    No Comments

8 Truths I Have Learned for Making My Dreams Come True

Dream come true

By Brad Morris

1. It Takes a Lot of Time

Making your dreams come alive is a full time gig. Most people work forty hours a week and at the end of the day or week don’t have the energy to invest into their passions. Instead, I recommend simplifying your life completely so that all you have left is the things that really matter. This will free up a lot of time and energy so that perhaps instead of needing to work ridiculous long hours to pay for a life you don’t like and stuff you don’t need, you can now have more free time to Create, dream and build the vision of your future, instead of someone else’s. Your time freedom is more valuable than money if you’re trading your time to do stuff that makes you miserable in exchange for a bit of money that keeps you in the rat race.

2. You Will Have to Make Sacrifices

If you take the advice from Truth number one, then you will need to let stuff go. Every choice you make comes down to the simple truth of, “It’s either aligned with your dream or it’s not.” All the things that are out of alignment with your dreams will surely have to go. You can either let it be easy and just kick the old ways to the curb OR you can remain attached and release them kicking and screaming. Either way, if you’re committed to your best life ever, you’re going to have to sacrifice some comforts, habits, belief systems and things that distract you or sway you from your mission and purpose.

3. It Will Take Tons of Energy

Building your dreams is like creating a Universe. You must realize that you are the one and only powerful creator who is and can create the reality that exists now and the one you want. Creating this higher vision will take aligning all of your thoughts, words, ideas, prayers, pass times, relationships and actions so they are all congruent with your dream. Obviously this is going to take practice, however it is the Truth. If it is to be, then it is going to be a massive energy investment. Let go of your need for it to all happen right now and instead be patient, stay present, remain 100% dedicated to your vision for the rest of your Life and enjoy the miraculous journey in front of you!

4. It Will Be Challenging
No dream has ever come true over night, just like no True heart’s desire has ever been created without challenge and set backs. Right now you are on a Hero’s Journey and the quest is to grow your energy bigger than your greatest fears and allow your dreams to become real in every waking moment. It takes a warrior’s heart and mind (not a worrier’s) to take on the journey that is in front of you, but the good news is — it is far more challenging, difficult and depressing to NOT take the risks and go after your dreams. Staying small, living little and not pursuing your heart’s passions is the hardest thing to do. So don’t do that, instead leap with enthusiasm and an openness to Trust in Life…

5. You Will Make Mistakes

It is not about getting it perfect, being perfect, having a perfect life or even knowing what the heck you’re supposed to do. We are all walking blind. This is an adventure that lasts into infinity and beyond.
The best way to get the hang of this “on the edge” kind of feeling is to try almost everything. Do new things all the time, give yourself new experiences, put yourself in new social situations and learn from everything you do and everyone you meet. If you approach life with this child-like curiosity you’ll be awestruck by how magical every moment truly is when you’re living in it.

6. Things Will Hardly Ever Go Your Way

Your sense of humor and ability to laugh will be your greatest ally on this journey. Truthfully, things hardly ever go the way you’ll intend them on paper or write them into a business plan. It’s great to have a rough idea of a plan so that you don’t just sit around twiddling your thumbs waiting for the Universe to tell you what to do. However, you must remain completely open to something far better showing up. Learning to laugh at your self, your silly egos (and the people you deal with) and life will surely make this adventure far more fun, entertaining and drama free. If you screw up, WHATEVER! It honestly doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of the entire Universe so stop taking yourself so damn seriously! Hahahahahha

7. Most People Won’t Understand

If it’s approval you want, then you better keep following the flock and doing what society, your parents and everyone else tells you to do. However, if you really do want to make your dreams manifest into your life, then you better heal your inner Child’s need for approval, acceptance and to be told what to do. This is a journey of YOUR HEART and only you can listen, hear, know and navigate your way through the labyrinth of life.

8. It Will Be Worth It

Through the ‘ups, downs and all arounds’, creating your Dreams will be the most ‘worth it’ thing you ever set out to do. There is no greater reward than to have a vision that you felt inside become real. We only have one opportunity to live this life and to not GO FOR IT would be an absolute shame and waste of time, don’t yah think? When it all seems hopeless, pointless and impossible life will throw you a lifeline that will make you laugh so hard you forget what the heck you were so stressed and worried about in the first place. Thanks life, you’re the best!

Aug 9, 2013 - Musings    No Comments

What’s your sense of peace?

Perspective 4

The Practice 

By Rick Hanson

Enjoy four kinds of peace.

Why?

“Peace” can sound merely sentimental or clichéd (“visualize whirled peas”). But deep down, it’s what most of us long for. Consider the proverb: The highest happiness is peace.

Not a peace inside that ignores pain in oneself or others, or is acquired by shutting down. This is a durable peace, a peace you can come home to even if it’s been covered over by fear, frustration, or heartache.

When you’re at peace – when you are engaged with life while also feeling relatively relaxed, calm, and safe – you are protected from stress, your immune system grows stronger, and you become more resilient. Your outlook brightens and you see more opportunities. In relationships, feeling at peace prevents overreactions, increases the odds of being treated well by others, and supports you in being clear and direct when you need to be.

How?

I think there are four kinds of peace, and I’ll point out where each might be found. The first two kinds are pretty straightforward, while the third and fourth take a person into the deep end of the pool. It’s helped me to notice, appreciate, and (hopefully) practice each of these. It’s OK to focus on just one for a while; any peace is better than none!

In particular, enjoy your peacefulness, wherever you find it. In our culture of pressure, invasive demands for attention, and jostling busyness, inner peace must be protected. When you experience it, enjoy it, which will help it sink into you, weaving its way into your brain so it increasingly becomes the habit of your mind.

The Peace of Ease
This is the peace of relaxation and relief, and it comes in many forms. You look out a window and feel calmer, talk through a problem with a friend, or finally make it to the bathroom. You exhale slowly, activating the soothing parasympathetic wing of your nervous system. You finish a batch of emails or dishes. You were worried about something but finally get good news.

Whew. At rest. It’s easy to underestimate this sort of peace but it really counts. Take it in when you feel it.

The Peace of Tranquility
This is deep quiet in mind and body. Perhaps you’ve felt this on first waking, before the mind kicks into gear. Or while sitting next to a mountain pond, something of its stillness seeps into your heart. At the end of a workout, meditation, or yoga, you might have felt serene.

When mind and body are this settled, there is no sense of deficit or disturbance, and no struggling with anything, or grasping after it, or clinging to others. There’s an inner freedom, a non-reactivity, that is wonderful.

The Peace of Awareness
This is a subtler kind of peace. Perhaps you’ve had the experience of being upset and your mind is racing . . . and at the same time there is a place inside that is simply witnessing, untroubled by what it sees. Or you may have the sense of awareness as an open space in which sights and sounds, thoughts and feelings, arise and disappear; the space itself is never ruffled or harmed by what passes through it.

I’m not speaking of anything mystical here, only what you can see directly in your own mind. As either a bare witness or the space through which the stream of consciousness flows, awareness itself is always at peace.

The Peace of What’s Unchanging
First, while most things continually change, some don’t; for example, the fact that things change doesn’t itself change. Two plus two will always equal four. The good thing you did this morning or last year will always have happened. Things that don’t change are reliable, which feels peaceful.

Second, while individual waves come and go, the ocean is always ocean. While the contents of the universe are changing, the universe as universe is not. You can get an intuition of this by recognizing that you are a local wave in a vast sea of human culture, nature, and the physical universe; yes, you are changing, but within an unchanging allness. The sense of this, even if fleeting, can really put you at peace.

Third, you could have a sense of something transcendental, something eternal, call it God, Spirit, the Unconditioned, or by no name at all. Beyond words, this offers “the peace that passeth understanding,” and I include it here because it is meaningful to many people (including myself).

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May we all be at peace.

 

Aug 3, 2013 - Musings    No Comments

Kindness is the Key. Giving it is the Answer!

Syracuse University 2013 Graduation Speech – by George Saunders ( http://www.georgesaundersbooks.com/ )Sign from the Universe

Down through the ages, a traditional form has evolved for this type of speech, which is: Some old fart, his best years behind him, who, over the course of his life, has made a series of dreadful mistakes (that would be me), gives heartfelt advice to a group of shining, energetic young people, with all of their best years ahead of them (that would be you).

And I intend to respect that tradition.

Now, one useful thing you can do with an old person, in addition to borrowing money from them, or asking them to do one of their old-time “dances,” so you can watch, while laughing, is ask: “Looking back, what do you regret?”  And they’ll tell you.  Sometimes, as you know, they’ll tell you even if you haven’t asked.  Sometimes, even when you’ve specifically requested they not tell you, they’ll tell you.

So: What do I regret?  Being poor from time to time?  Not really.  Working terrible jobs, like “knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse?”  (And don’t even ASK what that entails.)  No.  I don’t regret that.  Skinny-dipping in a river in Sumatra, a little buzzed, and looking up and seeing like 300 monkeys sitting on a pipeline, pooping down into the river, the river in which I was swimming, with my mouth open, naked?  And getting deathly ill afterwards, and staying sick for the next seven months?  Not so much.

Do I regret the occasional humiliation?  Like once, playing hockey in front of a big crowd, including this girl I really liked, I somehow managed, while falling and emitting this weird whooping noise, to score on my own goalie, while also sending my stick flying into the crowd, nearly hitting that girl?  No.  I don’t even regret that.

But here’s something I do regret:

In seventh grade, this new kid joined our class.  In the interest of confidentiality, her Convocation Speech name will be “ELLEN.”  ELLEN was small, shy.  She wore these blue cat’s-eye glasses that, at the time, only old ladies wore.  When nervous, which was pretty much always, she had a habit of taking a strand of hair into her mouth and chewing on it.

So she came to our school and our neighborhood, and was mostly ignored, occasionally teased (“Your hair taste good?” – that sort of thing).  I could see this hurt her.  I still remember the way she’d look after such an insult: eyes cast down, a little gut-kicked, as if, having just been reminded of her place in things, she was trying, as much as possible, to disappear.  After awhile she’d drift away, hair-strand still in her mouth.  At home, I imagined, after school, her mother would say, you know: “How was your day, sweetie?” and she’d say, “Oh, fine.”  And her mother would say, “Making any friends?” and she’d go, “Sure, lots.”

Sometimes I’d see her hanging around alone in her front yard, as if afraid to leave it.

And then – they moved.  That was it.  No tragedy, no big final hazing.

One day she was there, next day she wasn’t.

End of story.

Now, why do I regret that?  Why, forty-two years later, am I still thinking about it?  Relative to most of the other kids, I was actually pretty nice to her.  I never said an unkind word to her.  In fact, I sometimes even (mildly) defended her.

But still.  It bothers me.

So here’s something I know to be true, although it’s a little corny, and I don’t quite know what to do with it:

What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.

Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded…sensibly.  Reservedly.  Mildly.

Or, to look at it from the other end of the telescope:  Who, in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most undeniable feelings of warmth?

Those who were kindest to you, I bet.

It’s a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder.

Now, the million-dollar question:  What’s our problem?  Why aren’t we kinder?

Here’s what I think:

Each of us is born with a series of built-in confusions that are probably somehow Darwinian.  These are:

(1) we’re central to the universe (that is, our personal story is the main and most interesting story, the only story, really);

(2) we’re separate from the universe (there’s US and then, out there, all that other junk – dogs and swing-sets, and the State of Nebraska and low-hanging clouds and, you know, other people), and

(3) we’re permanent (death is real, o.k., sure – for you, but not for me).

Now, we don’t really believe these things – intellectually we know better – but we believe them viscerally, and live by them, and they cause us to prioritize our own needs over the needs of others, even though what we really want, in our hearts, is to be less selfish, more aware of what’s actually happening in the present moment, more open, and more loving.

So, the second million-dollar question:  How might we DO this?  How might we become more loving, more open, less selfish, more present, less delusional, etc., etc?

Well, yes, good question.

Unfortunately, I only have three minutes left.

So let me just say this.  There are ways.  You already know that because, in your life, there have been High Kindness periods and Low Kindness periods, and you know what inclined you toward the former and away from the latter.  Education is good; immersing ourselves in a work of art: good; prayer is good; meditation’s good; a frank talk with a dear friend;  establishing ourselves in some kind of spiritual tradition – recognizing that there have been countless really smart people before us who have asked these same questions and left behind answers for us.

Because kindness, it turns out, is hard – it starts out all rainbows and puppy dogs, and expands to include…well,everything.

One thing in our favor:  some of this “becoming kinder” happens naturally, with age.  It might be a simple matter of attrition:  as we get older, we come to see how useless it is to be selfish – how illogical, really.  We come to love other people and are thereby counter-instructed in our own centrality.  We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense, and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be.  We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now).

Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving.  I think this is true.  The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.”

And so, a prediction, and my heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love.  YOU will gradually be replaced by LOVE.   If you have kids, that will be a huge moment in your process of self-diminishment.  You really won’t care what happens to YOU, as long as they benefit.  That’s one reason your parents are so proud and happy today.  One of their fondest dreams has come true: you have accomplished something difficult and tangible that has enlarged you as a person and will make your life better, from here on in, forever.

Congratulations, by the way.  When young, we’re anxious – understandably – to find out if we’ve got what it takes.  Can we succeed?  Can we build a viable life for ourselves?  But you – in particular you, of this generation – may have noticed a certain cyclical quality to ambition.  You do well in high-school, in hopes of getting into a good college, so you can do well in the good college, in the hopes of getting a good job, so you can do well in the good job so you can….

And this is actually O.K.  If we’re going to become kinder, that process has to include taking ourselves seriously – as doers, as accomplishers, as dreamers.  We have to do that, to be our best selves.

Still, accomplishment is unreliable.  “Succeeding,” whatever that might mean to you, is hard, and the need to do so constantly renews itself (success is like a mountain that keeps growing ahead of you as you hike it), and there’s the very real danger that “succeeding” will take up your whole life, while the big questions go untended.

So, quick, end-of-speech advice: Since, according to me, your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving: Hurry up.  Speed it along.  Start right now.  There’s a confusion in each of us, a sickness, really: selfishness.  But there’s also a cure.  So be a good and proactive and even somewhat desperate patient on your own behalf – seek out the most efficacious anti-selfishness medicines, energetically, for the rest of your life.

Do all the other things, the ambitious things – travel, get rich, get famous, innovate, lead, fall in love, make and lose fortunes, swim naked in wild jungle rivers (after first having it tested for monkey poop) – but as you do, to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness.  Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial.  That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality – your soul, if you will – is as bright and shining as any that has ever been.  Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Theresa’s.  Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place.  Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.

And someday, in 80 years, when you’re 100, and I’m 134, and we’re both so kind and loving we’re nearly unbearable, drop me a line, let me know how your life has been.  I hope you will say: It has been so wonderful.

Congratulations, Class of 2013.

I wish you great happiness, all the luck in the world, and a beautiful summer.

George Saunders

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