Adhyaropa Darsana finale
Cosmic Projection – Applied Psychology
our exploration of this superb essay, the second half elaborates the
implications of what we have called the pulsation model, tracing the
evolutionary energy of the psyche:
movement of pulsation arises from the alpha point, provoking incipient memories
to wake up and gather the momentum to push through the subjective world of
desires, fantasies and deliberation, in order to become an actuality in the objective
world. As all through this movement the primal momentum comes from ananda or the ground of values, its
actualization in the empirical world is experienced in terms of affectivity.
This is the reliving of a memory.
The experience then changes
subjective impression, contracting from the outer circle to the middle circle,
then transforms into a seeded potential to reoccupy the unconscious core as a
continuing incipient memory. The momentum which carried it all through is again
reabsorbed into the alpha point. Thus, the omega and the alpha are both at the
out of the core of our being an impulse arises, gathering focus as it spurts to
the surface. Eventually it encounters the “outside world,” where it interacts
with all manner of sharply defined forces. It is curtailed, conscripted,
contorted, as well as welcomed with varying degrees of selfish or loving
motivations. Its reception is relayed back toward the central core, where new
impulses are generated, somewhat shaped by the expectations of how they will be
received by the physical and social realities at the interface of conscious
awareness. While we have often stressed the negative impact of this outer shell
of the transactional, we should also acknowledge its positive side, where our
generous and creative proclivities are given opportunities to be expressed.
Though small compared with the cosmic forces, our intentions do impact the
world around us in significant ways. The complex interplay of core values and
environmental constraints produces the passion play of our lives.
opened the discussion by asserting that everything we experience in our vision
outside is a marker to something unconscious in us. Part of our task is to
recognize it as an inner world to comprehend, and ultimately to merge with it
in a fluid way. This calls for the transparency of vision Nitya extols here
thoughts inspired Scotty to report on some work he has been doing in processing
his childhood traumas. He feels like he is on the cusp of a new stage of
unfoldment, and letting go of them should clear the way to a fresh lease on
age four, Scotty was hospitalized with pneumonia. He was taken in unconscious,
and never really knew where he was. He spent a long time recovering. His
parents never came to visit him, and the doctors and nurses were seldom present
either. He was seldom touched, never asked how he was doing. His parents
admitted to him when he was an adult that they couldn’t deal with it, didn’t
know what to do, so they did nothing. He remembers being utterly baffled,
barely in his body. Now he is determined to transcend the suffering and remorse
he imbibed by not getting what he wanted and needed. By recalling the memory,
he has a good chance of perceiving its tentacles and freeing himself from their
grasp in the preconscious mind.
inspired Deb to describe an article from this week’s NY Times Magazine, pairing
veteran soldiers with PTSD and damaged parrots for mutual healing. It’s a
terrific essay you can find here: http://www.nytimes.com/2016/01/31/magazine/what-does-a-parrot-know-about-ptsd.html?_r=0.
The particular relevance to our discussion is that the healing seems to be
fostered by the ability of both species to meet outside the boundaries of
“normal” behavior, which both have found to be incredibly injurious. Instead of
relating themselves unfavorably with the status quo, they are helping each
other discover the all-encompassing ground of being, where their self-worth can
gradually be restored. It gave Deb the renewed sense of an incredible living
noted similar healing programs underway with prison inmates and dogs, though in
this case the dogs are not traumatized. The prison where Deb volunteers has six
dogs now, and the clamor for them is intense. The men love working with the dogs, which feeling is so healthy for them.
It gives them the sense that the greater world is on their side, even if human
society is not.
epitome of cosmic projection is that our vital urges emerge from a core of pure
potential. They impact a more or less static world of innumerable demands,
where they are battered and dispersed, like waves pounding on rocky cliffs. We
may spend our whole life trying to attach our waves to the cliffs, with modest
success. Yet only when we are at odds with our world will we try to uncover
what really matters to us. Then we might dive down into our own depths in
search of a more authentic beingness.
really understood how outer darkness can propel us to the light, which resides
in the ground of being. While we talk about this often in the class, it takes a
while before it is appreciated as a great truth. But it’s an essential thing to
aspect we harp on, because it is so hard to accept, is that the problems we
encounter are opportunities to know ourselves better. When things go well, we
tend to go to sleep—who needs to change?—but when we are challenged all sorts
of personal idiosyncrasies leap into the foreground. If we can accept them and
recognize them for what they are, we can grow from of them.
offered an example. She now lives alone, really for the first time in her life.
Sometimes in the evening she starts to feel lonely, which seems to her a result
of these surface kinds of expectations and habits of living. The feeling of
loneliness has so much behind it, ready to immerse her in sadness—memories,
regrets, fear. But she has found again and again in recent weeks that she can push
that specter of loneliness away, not by repressing it but by talking to
herself gently and reminding herself that she doesn’t need to stay in that
place. Almost immediately when she does this, she opens into a different space
and things quickly become much better. She is cultivating “the right attitude,”
from Nitya’s line “The rishis believed in the redressal of fear by cultivating
the right attitude.” I’d add that what we have to talk to ourself about, which
Susan doesn’t specify, is the source of our feelings, and it starts with Jan’s
recognition that these feelings don’t have to be suppressed, but clearly noted.
When they are processed, we are likely to feel sincere gratitude for their
felt we have to learn to live with fear, unless we are experts at ignoring
experience. Experience after all can be dangerous, and fear may well be a
healthy response to it. Paul is amazed at how our systems naturally assert a
balance and can come back to a neutral place on their own, after encountering a
noxious stimulus. Deb felt this required a non-rational but attentively awake
state. Bill added, an intuitively awake state.
told us about taking tea with Bushra not long back, where Bushra asked her if
she actually experienced the ground of being. Deb laughed, because it was such
a huge question. We talk about it all the time, but is it something we can
grasp? Deb proposed that we could all write what we thought it was, and share
it through these notes. I hope many of you will send in your thoughts. We also
hashed it out for a while in the class.
referred to the Bhagavad Gita quote from the chapter on meditation that Nitya
slowly, slowly, activities should
be brought to a standstill by reason steadily applied, establishing the mind
reflexively in the Self, without thinking of anything whatever. (VI. 25)
If you look closely, you can notice that there is
effort—bringing activities to a standstill by the use of reason—and there is
also bringing discursive thought to a standstill, which would tend to undermine
or at least counterbalance the effort. Effort and effortlessness together do
ran with the idea, asserting you can’t get to that place by deciding “this is
what the ground of being is.” Nailing it down turns it into something it isn’t.
We think of ourselves as consisting of all our experiences, but those are
accretions on the purity of the ground itself. This is where neti neti is
appropriate: we intentionally sacrifice our persona to regain our original
being. We still do things in the world but push away what we are not.
added that everything we do is an expression of the ground of being. Paul
supplied the image of the clay and the pot, where the clay is the prior absence
of the pot, its pure potential state. Our ground is the same for us as the
clay, and our persona is the pot. How much are we holding on to a false self,
the one possibility out of many? Because of this, I thought of the ground of
being as simply what hasn’t been projected yet. Cosmic Projection—both good and
bad—erupts out of the ground of being. Without it we wouldn’t be alive. Yet its
potential had to be there first.
felt that our artistic moments connect us to our ground—heck, they emerge from
our ground, if we let them. She mentioned poetry and painting, but she has
begun a new writing project, which appears to be more in keeping with her
talents, and she is very excited about it. She is getting over something like
writer’s block: “I find that when I start each session I doubt the whole
process but then somewhere in the middle I lose myself and find a different
place inside.” That self she loses is the doubting part of her that constantly
sells her short. She is made from the same star stuff as the rest of us, and
some of the stellar glow is starting to reveal itself.
transactional world wants to equate us with our external image, so we have to
retain our independence from it in our heart, even as we are taken for granted
as our appearance. It’s pure smoke and mirrors, but we can smile about it, and
then it won’t hold us so tightly. Jan said that when you let go of your view of
yourself, that itself would be experiencing the ground of being.
suggested a simple practice to help with this. It is very liberating to stop
clinging to a certain identity. I am not who you think I am, and moreover I am
not who I think I am, either. Most of us habitually defend our self-image,
using an armament of wiles, especially when we are falsely accused. I have been
forced many times to own up to false accusations, or ones I believed were
false. I know we can fool ourselves on this account. But what if we surrendered
and agreed with our accusers? It subverts our own egotism, and the urge to
defend becomes less. It helps us to stop identifying so much with our
well-crafted persona and instead dive into our core, unformulated being. For
all you admirable people, you can do this with compliments too. After all,
there is an element of ignorance in whatever others think of us. It is only
their perception, and not the whole truth. Either way, it’s a simple but
effective technique. Just remind yourself it’s only a partial perception, and
it is not you. You may recall Nitya wrote about this in That Alone, at the end of verse 37:
day begins a new series of encounters. Each encounter is to be taken as a
challenge to reestablish your inner serenity, inner quietness, inner sense of
sameness through an act of adoration, an attitude of worship and a sense of the
There is no need for you to win
the time. Your greater victory lies in your acceptance of defeat, allowing the
other to win. You may be in an argument. What does it matter if you win or not?
Give the other person the chance to win. Even if he uses some falsehood, when
you allow him to win he rethinks the situation. In his heart of hearts he knows
he did not deserve the victory. He knows the truth of your silence. You do not
become egoistic and you don’t make the other person egoistic either. It will
chastise him as well as purify him.
Thus, through the cultivation
silence, sameness and serenity, you come to a unitive understanding from
within. This brings peace and harmony. Where there is peace and harmony, love
spontaneously comes. When you give yourself into the hands of grace, the hands
of the Divine, things which are difficult to attain become abundantly possible.
Then you can say you have attained the discrimination of the unbroken, by which
every ‘this’ is brought under the spell of the universal sameness.
was only recently, in the West at least, that the unconscious began to be
appreciated for its contributions. To the contemplative, it changes everything
to realize that our conscious appraisal is merely the last stage of a lengthy
process. We can then replace the anxiety of conscious deliberation with an
optimistic openness to the powerful currents naturally available to all of us.
An incipient memory is a
pre-established habit, which remains in the system as a potential waiting for
an opportune moment to actualize once again as a manifested reality. Conscious
deliberation is not an imperative to initiate the actualization of the
incipient memory. Before a person becomes conscious of an urge or need, the
incipient memory unlocks many hidden reservoirs of inner forces, which, for
example, stimulate the glandular system and turn on the secretion of hormones.
Thus only half of the story of the reaching forward from nothingness to
beingness is shared with our conscious mind.
“Half the story” is an exceedingly generous estimation. I
would say more like one percent. Our conscious mind resembles a chip of wood
being propelled by a wave of whitewater. We may learn to enjoy the excitement
of the ride, but any sense of control is largely delusory. Thankfully we can
sometimes alter our impulses enough to avoid crashing on the rocks dead ahead.
we are made up of constellations of vital urges zooming to the surface to try
to find expression. Hey—we’ve got to make it happen while we’re alive! We have
lots of creative potentials, and not so very much time. Unfortunately, most of
them are not welcomed by our social reception committee. We wind up spending
our conscious energy trying to accommodate ourselves to the requirements
already in place. The deal is pretty much to abandon our exuberance and conform
to what other people have already accepted as their fate. Out of necessity we
become masters of self-suppression. Spiritual effort is primarily an attempt to
reclaim our authenticity in the face of the severe repression it inevitably
undergoes at the transactional level. But who has the time or energy for that?
Nitya notes the devastating impact if we join with the forces arrayed against
us, which is the normal response:
If by some chance the actualizing
incipient memory is stifled or repressed by a counter-memory, all that we come
to experience is perhaps a muffled uneasiness, or a dark and choking
depression, or even an irrational outburst of hysteria. We will never
consciously know what triggered the irrational anguish of the psyche.
gives the example of a man who is struggling to break free of the social
constraints he has voluntarily taken on, and he uses this to present a
recapitulation of the first darsana. We are bound to be treated as a saboteur
or even a criminal if we abandon the mainstream paradigms, so there is a real
struggle taking place, and self-delusion is an all-too-common technique for
coping with our restraints. After all, we once agreed to them ourselves, and
our friends and family (the devil?) want to hold us to our contracts. This
effort to break free in a successful way really brings home the potency of
Narayana Guru’s opening salvo:
The will to justify his stand and
the rationalizing of his guilt are likely to interfere with his search, and
will recreate the memory inexactly by drawing curtains on what he does not want
to see, yet the fear of a leak-out of incidents which are utterly shameful to
him will highlight the memories of the same. In these memories one can definitely
spot the archetypal intentionality of phenomenal creation as suggested by
Narayana Guru in his first six analogies of the Adhyaropa Darsana: the
dreamlike, myth-making fantasies; the actualization of latent potentials
favored by ignorance and passion, and commonly shared by all; the fecund thrust
of the will to live, as seen in the bursting of a germinating seed and its
consequent irresistible growth into a tree; the overwhelming aesthetic sense
which so lowers the frontiers between fact and fiction that poetic fancies and
wishful fantasies can stand on a par with the stern facts of life; and the
crippling fear of hypothetical ghostly projections born of ignorance, that can
create a kind of third world, as it were, fit for a neurotic or a schizoid.
hints at the difficulties we face. Happily, Narayana Guru has a well thought
out program to help us meet them successfully. And most of us have already made
significant strides! We can quit the game at any point, but the bliss of
keeping at it makes it irresistible. Liberation is its own reward. Nitya
expresses the bottom line perfectly here:
What seems at
first to assail a person as his darkness can be a virile source of spiritual
dynamics, which can ultimately transform him from a conventional conformist
into a genuine being fully committed and dedicated to a truthful life—the
existential validity of which arises from the very essence of his beingness.
Part of being true to our Self is being immune to the
demands—reasonable and unreasonable—of society. These are poles of a dichotomy,
and can only be creatively integrated dialectically. It is not one or the
other. We need both. But we’ve been stinting on the truth end of the spectrum,
and it desperately needs restoration. The inculcated urge to not rock the boat
is fatal to the search for authenticity. Nitya reminds us:
When one is
ultimately in resonance with his own vertical nature, he may emerge in the
society as a dark threat to its prestructured stability and a challenge to its
social norms. The truthful man makes his breakthrough and causes serious dents
in the shell or crust of society.
also need to accept that our vital urges begin as potentials, which are
essentially infinite since they are undefined. As they become manifest, they
naturally are reduced to a specific form. We try and try to do our best and
express the totality of our vision, but we have to also accept that only a
sliver of what we hope for will ever come about. Some do better than others,
certainly, but the limitation is merely how reality is structured. As Nitya
Even at its
best, no expression represents the total potential of an urge. And whether it
is an outburst of an inner conflict or the manifestation of a creative urge,
all our expressions stem from our incipient memories propelled by a vital urge.
Adhyaropa Darsana has introduced us to a radical program of transformative
contemplation. Now we move on to the Apavada Darsana, subtitled Truth by Constant Refutation of the
False. That’s neti neti in a nutshell. We welcome all you nuts to come along.
shared some vivid insights:
I was thinking about your last class notes, and somehow they
seemed to fit just what I was experiencing today. I'm talking about the section
of the notes relating to this paragraph of Nitya’s:
It has become almost impossible for an adult to have
at-one-ment with his or her original and spontaneous experience except on rare
occasions, as when we experience a musical rhapsody, mystical frenzy, poetic
vision, a sexual orgasm, or spiritual absorption. The eagerness to know what is
going on impels the mind to give a running commentary, as it were, of all inner
experiences, by remolding the experience into a conceptual framework of words.
Words are manufactured to suit as parts of speech. Parts of speech are designed
by the grammarian and the logician, and both of them are cold-blooded
pragmatists. To clothe an experience in all its richness, mystics, musicians,
poets, and for that matter all those who are endowed with a high degree of
sensibility, have to choose mediums other than precisely connoted words, as,
for instance, icons, ideograms, symbols, or even emotionally surcharged
theatrical gestalts and pregnant forms of silence. So when those of us who are
not as brilliant as such creative geniuses have to formulate a linguistic
experience for what is being felt, we struggle for words and then look for the
most approximate one; this makes the experience more and more meager as we
practically mutilate it in our own conscious appraisal of it. By doing this we
make our conscious recognition sophisticated. This sophistication is what is
referred to here as superimposition.
What I was thinking was how often in our lives, mine
included, just below our conscious thoughts and typical reactionary thought
patterns are intimations of what we really want in our life. Truly precious
things are waiting there, waiting to be realized about ourselves and our
purpose in life. Often they are clues about what we really want in our
primary relationships, what we need to do to find love and meaning and beauty
around us. I was marveling, somewhat sadly, somewhat hopefully, how I still
keep discovering these things, how I realize I can try harder to live them. And
mysteriously, we can't go at them directly, they really must arise in some
organic way, from a deeper place within us, and almost be discovered through
misty eyes. In this experience I had recently, I really felt these
blessed ideas lurking in some vague place inside my being, below my rational
mind. Unformed things wanting to be born. It was exciting. I sensed they
were realizations about being more present, more alive, more heart and
soul centered in relationships. It all felt like what we talked about in
class, where we look to the world of becoming rather than the world that is
manifested. It is a bold process of letting go, of being patient and gentle, of
listening to ourselves.
Thanks for the inspiration in the notes! Jan
has also shared an epiphany:
I have decided recently to play Bridge again.
When I was at University I spent most of my first year
playing Bridge when possible and made the University Bridge team. All five of
the others were male mathematicians. In those days I played instinctively. I
had played cards with the family all my life and Bridge since I was about 15.
At University I did not think about it mathematically and could not analyse
things really. I had to stop in the second year and focus properly on
History and English. That was over 50 years ago.
Now I have lost the inner knowing and have to learn all over
again. I tried a group that had already learned a lot of the complicated ACOL
bidding system. Complex Number 1 was now activated. ......I am stupid..... I
can't do this.... they are not teaching it properly ... the people don't like
me. It took me three weeks to realise that leaving this group would not
be a despicable failure and that I am not in the early stages of
I tried again in a more positive way. I joined a new
organisation for those no longer in full employment called the U3A (The
University of the Third Age) It is run entirely by volunteers. The aim is to
'Live, learn and have fun together'. I volunteered for the Committee as well as
getting a Learn Bridge Group going. Those who have joined have turned out to be
beginners. This has worked very well. I have always learned best by teaching. I
can relax and easily keep a jump ahead.
However, the Committee is a mess. Things are not organised
well and I can see so clearly what should be done. So Another Complex has taken
over. I have spent hours thinking what should be done and fuming. I think
critical thoughts about individuals I see as incompetent. I do not like myself
one bit for being like this. I think I will resign. It is not good for me to
get worked up. This week I have been pacified somewhat. I was asked to be the
Webmaster by the Chairman as I had already mentioned I had computer skills. I
said I was not skilled enough. However, I discovered that it is quite easy
actually, as the U3A site is already there for Groups all over the country to
So now.... maybe Complex Number 1 will trip me up again....
maybe I will find it very difficult to see the Committee's activities as
creative chaos and that I can make mistakes too, and no-one will mind or
criticise me. In other words I can enjoy not being efficiently in
It's like that 'hole on the road' one keeps on falling into.
It's as if I walk down a street and fall into a hole. I think carefully after
the event and analyse where I have been going wrong. Then I walk down the same
street again. I know the hole is there in terms of having experienced it
before, but it's as if the complex renders me blind or oblivious in some way. I
KNOW I need to take a different street as there are several which will get me
where I want to go.
Actually, there will always be a complex waiting to trip me
up . Perhaps they are all offshoots of the main one. I need to accept that I am
' human merely being' (e e cummings). and don't have to get it
right anymore and that being me is OK - even at the bottom of the hole.
loved Amara’s lesson “I am not special.” It’s especially appropriate for those
who have been over praised and admired (we don’t all have that albatross to
carry). I often say to people, “You are special—just like everyone else.” The
trick is to add the opposite of what you suffer from, to bring about
Be Not Special Meditation Half Day Retreat 1/17/16
Forget every teaching ever offered.
Give no credence to what I may do.
There is no one that is truly special.
There is nothing here that is fully true.
Allow the Whole to be the teaching.
Alive with paradox and with names.
The mind’s confusion is a smoke screen.
The flood of feelings is the same.
We make a boundary to keep our self in.
To house persona we hope will change.
Imagining specialness, a sword with edges.
We have forgotten, that we’re All the same.
Accept the character’s flawed appearance.
No need to focus praise or blame.
The goal of life is to dive much deeper.
Look beyond forms, beliefs and names.
The depth of Being has no boundary.
Release the separate one, to dance her way.
Inward treasure is full with nothingness.
An endless knowing, devoid of pain.
Our way as people is to free our own self.
Then rules and restrictions fall like rain.
The truest Ground transcends all suffering.
“I “ then shines without ego, belief or name.
The myth of specialness is introduced to us when we are very
Its seed may have been an experience either pleasing or painful.
Perhaps a mother’s praise or a fairy tale story or a song we heard.
But we soon understood that some things are called special.
With the many special things came an experience of feeling
These two dance as partners in the core of our discontent.
Child psychology now tells parents not to over praise their
That the developing ego feels conflict when told that something is special.
This may be because a young child is still alive to life's flow.
For them everything simply is, without concepts like judgement or
The preference toward specialness haunts many of us, and the
opinions of others loom large. We believe that we are loved for our doing or
saying, and life becomes a game to win.
We search to improve our self, and we look for ways to stop
This becomes our spiritual journey, which in itself may subconsciously seem
We hope that being in the presence of a spiritual teacher may be helpful, and
there is some truth to that.
But the joke begins to reveal itself here, and we can to see
that any teacher who speaks of specialness is not teaching the Whole. Our heart
tells us that inward there is a wisdom so true that it cannot be labeled as
either special or separate.
When this occurs all of life is seen as Special, while
nothing separate can take that name.
The heart overflows in peaceful happiness, and the paradox of specialness is no
longer in our game.
came through with a lovely contribution in response to Deb’s request. Deb and I
occasionally offer prompts like this because there is plenty of room for more
exploration based on what we have discussed in class. This is a most helpful
addition to our understanding of Bushra’s question of whether or not we truly
experience the ground of being. Enjoy!
Hi Scott, thanks for your great class notes. I was
thinking about Deb’s important question of what experiences we recall where we
connected with the ground of being. I thought of some experiences, which
I describe below, and then I read some more of Nitya and it all got more
complicated (but still rich in meaning).
1. I remember one time about 10 years ago watching the
sunset from a sand dune at Cape Lookout with Mira, holding her little hand. I
vividly recall melting into something divine and expansive, something quite
beyond myself. I felt connected to everything, and overcome with love,
gratitude, total bliss and euphoria. I was literally bursting open and
cried with joy. My understanding is that I was experiencing the Absolute,
and those very values that Nitya talks about as expressions and qualities of
the Absolute which I know are our true nature and a part of us.
2. But I don’t need to go so far back. These experiences
happen enough. Lately, I’ve been having moments of connecting to the
ground of being within myself, through music, contemplation, moving my body,
dreams, crying, etc. In this difficult time of my life, I’m trying to promote
growth in myself. So I try to quiet my mind and the constant repetitive
thoughts, and tune into the more vital, essential parts of my being, and to
access parts of myself I often repress. When I'm lucky enough to let go and
connect with something vital and new, I study it over some time and find it
often represents the values of the Absolute that we talk about, and/or some
expression of myself that is less cluttered with nonself, more pure and
truthful, more free and expansive. I don’t feel that I can control what comes
to me, or whether I find any new truths in a particular moment; there is a
“wait-and-see” and sometimes, magically, these gifts arrive.
This means we sit quietly. If we also make this
happen to our mind by not feeding it with memories and by not hooking one
association to another, then functionally the body and the mind come to a
certain nothingness. It is in this nothingness that we find the ground.
We do not see the ground, we are the ground. P. 92
Maybe I am doing something close to what he describes.
I know that when I see myself as evolving, and use my newly found Vedanta
skills to try to pull back the superimpositions and traps of my mind, and
genuinely seek truth, great things come sometimes. Where they come from I
think is the ground.
Nitya wrote in Verse 10 of the Adhyaropa Darsanam:
If, allowing our intuition to inform us, we too make
every possible effort to penetrate the mystery of truth, then it is very likely
that we shall eventually do so. We share this grace of intuition with all
creatures of nature and with the vegetative life. It is from this deep
source that the honeybee, for example, finds her own guidance back and forth
between her hive and the distant flowers from which she is to gather honey.
What really excites me about all this is how we are guided
by this deeper source ( if we allow ourselves to be) toward greater
understanding and connection to Self, to more liberation and happiness.
Some of what guides us is intuition, some of it is our genuine interests
in life. For myself, like Susan, I am being guided to more creative
expression; I am seeing in dreams and visions incredible vitality and joy
wrapped in color and symbol that I think needs expression.
I found this discussion in Atmo (Verse 91, That Alone) that
spoke to all this:
There is a very alive core in us that is like a honeycomb
in a beehive, in which there are newly laid eggs, eggs in the process of
hatching, and busy bees engaged in building up the system. Our growing
personality has many eggs that have not yet hatched, some in the formative
stages, and some that are very much alive to the external environment.
The eggs are called vasanas - innate dispositions or incipient memories -
and they are all looking for opportunities to express themselves. p. 649.
Some of this process is what I was describing in my last
class comments about sensing unformed parts of myself wanting to be born.
Where I got confused again was with Nitya’s distinction
between the ground as the alpha point and the small circle surrounding it which
he describes as the repository of all incipient memories. ( p. 93-5). I
wondered if I was only accessing the small circle of incipient memories?
Of course, the ground in its totality is never understandable fully or
describable. After more thought, however, I am trusting that I experience
the ground and that we all do in class in many different ways.
But one more interesting thought Nitya talks about is how
the “primal momentum [of the actualization of incipient memories and impulses] comes
from ananda or the ground of values.” p. 95. To me, this speaks
to the idea of grace and how we have no control truly over this process of
reintegrating, how aspects of our self arise up from our unconscious of their
own accord. A pulsation occurs that begins at the alpha point. To
me that notion of pulsation from the ground explains why some realizations have
that quality of having arrived from beyond, certainly not from our ordinary
self. I could be going out on a limb, but I think they also tend to have
a quality of light or energy (I think of Joseph Campbell’s description of the
shimmering quality) and of movement and transformation, because like a
pulsation, some realizations send shockwaves through our prior conceptions,
rushing away limited understandings and helping us see a way to greater unity
with the All. Naturally, we are flooded with values of the Absolute; we
open up to being a part of the vast ocean of Being.
That’s all I have to offer now. I look forward to
reading what others write too! Jan
also rose to her own challenge:
We both laughed, looking at each other. What a
question: “Have you ever felt the
ground of being?” So deep, so overwhelming, so impossible.
Certain poems, in the lightning of insight, the great wells
of understanding revealed—in those words I’ve felt a ground which seems endless
and endlessly prolific.
When music has rivered itself right into me, through
me—again that dark ground, that glittering shadow is present.
Moments when I have sat quietly, wanting nothing. Moments
when friends and I touched fingertips, touched hearts.
Climbing a high ridge in the Goat Rocks, Mt Rainier on one
side and St Helen’s on the other, and watching the moon rise over our darkness;
meandering around a small stream in the desert lowlands of Arizona; sitting in
an snowy field in western Connecticut—all these moments, both small and grand,
have been doorways to a cosmic bellows that ceaselessly gives forth.
When my children were babies, when they learned and grew,
when they became adults and my friends—always there was the presence of the
And when our son lay dying in the hospital I understood how
Narayana Guru could look at little ants, thoughtlessly crushed, and weep at
their death. I understood how precious anything that comes from the ground of
being is. And when I held Nate in
my arms in his last living moments the electricity in the air was the
electricity that surrounds us at all times, no longer muted.
That ground of being is everything around us, under us, in
us. We see the vanishing forms. If we close our eyes, we might feel the
nothingness. The nothingness that breathes into us, the ground that speaks our
M from Georgia sent this, presumably as another answer to Bushra’s question:
To eradicate from our minds all false identifications, one
has to stop identifying with ones' mind. All of this is intellectual,
utilizing the mind to express purely mental concepts.
The true reality is that all of this is a phenomenal state
which is experienced in a changing conceptual environment that has no real
validity to substantiate its reality other than using passing thoughts flowing
thru one's mind. There's nothing here to hold onto or to authenticate its
validity. It's just changing phenomenon utilizing mental gymnastics to
play the intellectual game of unreality.
When one shifts ones' identity to the Absolute Self, all is
seen in context with a clarity that witnesses the phenomenal as being purely a
mental construct that has no reality in itself. It's purely conceptual
and just a bundle of thoughts passing through.
It's necessary for some to experience this unreality until
it becomes useless. Then, one sees the illusion and shifts ones' identity
from the mind to the true Self which is indescribable. I call this
Postured in a witnessing consciousness one sees the
phenomenon like clouds passing in the sky. They come and go.
Anything that comes and goes is not actually real. If this is truly
experienced, one can appreciate the existence of this nonexistence
simultaneously, while experiencing an acceptance that enables one to remain in
a neutral state of non-attachment. Unattached to the phenomenon, one can
continue to participate in these transactional experiences of everyday life
pretending that they are real. Nothing becomes problematic because
nothing can affect the real Self which is neutral to everything.
When scrutiny is practiced, contemplation of every
experience is utilized to constantly reveal the unsubstantiality of the
changing phenomenon which provides a true frame of reference to differentiate
the real from the unreal.
When one unplugs from ones' mind and doesn't provide any
energy or attachment to thoughts, one becomes a seer and is not fooled by the
manifestation of phenomenal experiences and transactions. Participation
in the transactional manifestation still exists and is seen from a
completely different frame of reference.
To observe who is seeing the witness or perceiver of everything
will bring one to a silent state where the pure Self/Consciousness is untainted
by anything and detachment is quite natural. Ones' natural state is all
pervasive and free of any conditions.
I have written ad infinitum about this topic, I thought I should recuse myself.
And a friend has just written echoing the time-honored truism that “words
always get in the way.” Yet I have started revising my Hercules series, and it
gets right to the issue of why we don’t truly know the ground of being and
offers hints on how to rediscover it. In its current form my exegesis begins
first Labor of Hercules was to defeat the invulnerable Lion of Nemea. Its hide
was impervious to all weapons; it turned out it could only be cut by its own
claws. The symbolic reference is to spiritual vanity or spiritual ego, which
parries all attempts to destroy it and yet contains the seeds of its own unraveling.
of us are wrapped in a thick skin of words that has been growing thicker since
birth. Words are very enchanting, but they only represent reality, they are not
real in themselves. By adulthood we have all pretty much substituted word
reality for essential reality, which we often refer to (in words, at least) as
spiritual reality. It is not enough to merely recognize this. Somehow the beast
must be killed and the skin cut away. The myth tells us how: we must use the
claws themselves, nothing else will do the trick. This means that only through
words can we slice through the web of words which binds us.
of us recognize the conundrum we’re in due to being caught in word reality, but
few understand the power of words to extricate us. We fail to realize that
everything we think and do is based on words. False and misleading words can
further entangle us, but wise words can actually set us free. The fact that
this occurs in the very first Labor means it is of preeminent importance.