Yet it certainly seems that way from time to time, doesn't it? Ask any human being you know. Ask yourself. Not only does everyone at some time or other (ie most of the time if you tell the truth about it) know we're not being who we really are, but we're just as certain there are ways to fix ourselves so we can then be who we really are. We're certain about this in that same ignorantly assured way we once were when we were certain the Earth is flat. Now that we know the Earth is spherical, it's hard to contemplate we once were certain it was flat. It's like that with the notion that we need to fix ourselves. Although we now know the Earth is spherical, we're still certain we need to fix ourselves. |
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When I first encountered Alan Watts I wasn't looking to try on any new belief systems. All belief systems were suspect to me. They each have their own edge to explain life ie they each have their own embedded righteousness. In their own eyes at least, they each have the right explanation. Furthermore, in their own eyes at least, the others have the wrong explanation. That been said, the arena in which I walked at the time was a veritable smorgasbord of different faiths, of different beliefs. You picked your poison, so to speak. No belief system I'd ever come across, neither religious nor psychological nor philosophical, went beyond explaining life, to a place where life can be experienced directly, unmitigated, unfiltered, naked. And I was already warming to the idea that whether or not I believe in a rock, if it hits me on the head it's real. Believing in the rock isn't only incidental - believing in the rock actually distracts from its true nature. Alan Watts changed all that. Alan Watts provided me with the tools to generate my first access to direct experience. He did that in a unique way (unique, that is, for me at the time). He enlivened a sense of inquiry in me which wasn't there before. Alan Watts brought in a sense of inquiry into who or what I really am as a human being. In my teenage years and my early twenties, I conducted this inquiry so privately, so intimately no one knew I was engaged in it. It seemed like something new had spontaneously combusted in my life. But it didn't go very far - you can't have an interactive conversation face to face with books. Yet it was the start of something profound. Even in the absence of someone to interact with in conversation face to face on a daily basis, it was profound. It was profound in that it altered my sense of who I am for myself. In the Alan Watts conversation, I was a human being looking at myself. Alan sowed the seeds of Self awareness for me. That's the contribution Alan made to me. He made it hip. He offered the low down on being. He was turned on. He was tuned in. But he also drew the line where I draw the line: he didn't drop out - as psychedelic guru of the era Dr Timothy Leary infamously counseled us to do. I was amazed at what Alan Watts wrote. I didn't always understand it. But that didn't seem to matter. For me, reading Alan Watts is as profound as taking a walk with him as your guide, side by side, through the perfectly manicured garden of a Japanese Buddhist temple while he's giving a commentary on what's all around you. You listen. You walk. It's full. And you're awed. And you don't have to understand it. That, to me, is the Alan Watts experience. In Alan Watts' universe it's trite, almost naïve, even quaint to think birds fly for a reason. In Alan Watts' universe, birds fly because they fly. By the way, I've a sneaking suspicion (he never wrote this, as far as know) that for Alan, taking a walk through the perfectly manicured garden of a Japanese Buddhist temple is just as enriching as taking a walk on the wild side of downtown Manhattan. Alan isn't trapped in any game, pious or otherwise. That's what got him gloriously at odds with the elders of the Episcopal church when he was an Episcopal priest which led to him leaving the church and becoming the west's foremost exponent of Zen. |
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Somewhere along the line the message got distorted. Personally I doubt the distortion arose with Maharshi, as he was affectionately known. In all likelihood the distortion arose in how he was interpreted by his followers. Somewhere along the line the message was distorted into "you're not there now, but if you meditate regularly, you'll get there". There's a great deal of value in the practice of meditation. The results of it are almost indisputable, obvious, indeed unavoidable. But there's nowhere to get to. You're already here. If that's not the context you're meditating in, the practice itself is taking you away from who you are. I'm glad Maharshi's renown was magnified by The Beatles. It was fully deserved. Their confluence was perfect for the time. I've also seen first hand the dubious coverage developed by the media about Maharshi when I was with him. As a result I've become acutely aware, starting then, of how falsehoods, lies, and innuendo are often passed off on an unsuspecting public as "the truth" by the media. In my reckoning, all the salacious allegations made about Maharshi are no more than fantasies in overzealous tabloid reporters' fertile minds working overtime. |
1) | sleeping |
2) | dreaming |
3) | waking |
4) | transcendental consciousness ie the state arrived at during meditation |
5) | cosmic consciousness ie when transcendental consciousness persists during waking |
6) | god consciousness ie when cosmic consciousness reveals the finest levels of creation |
7) | unity consciousness or simply Unity ie when cosmic consciousness merges with the finest levels of creation |
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Various teachers prescribe their particular sequence of Hatha Yoga postures. A friend of mine introduced me to the Hatha Yoga system of BKS Iyengar, or Mr BKS Iyengar as he's sometimes known. Mr Iyengar's system of Hatha Yoga, so complete and so extended that it has a name all of its own - Iyengar Yoga - took the yoga postures I was already familiar with to a completely new level. My body became extraordinarily flexible. I was able, at the peak of my practice, to sit quite comfortably with the palms of my hands together, and both my feet behind my head. There were not only the undeniable benefits that come with relaxation and flexibility. There was also a satisfying sense of accomplishment - considering that not much earlier I would have had to bend my knees in order to tie my shoelaces. |
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In July of 1978, Ram Dass was giving a satsang, a seminar at the Marin Civic Center, the extraordinary Frank Lloyd Wright inspired building in San Rafael, California across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco. I jumped at the opportunity to be there and was waiting at the head of the line when the doors opened. I easily got a seat in the front and center directly opposite where Ram Dass would deliver his satsang, five feet or so away from me. Ram Dass came in and sat down, cross legged, directly in front of me. He looked at me, smiled, looked away, then suddenly looked back at me and smiled again, a brighter smile this time. I recall blushing. He didn't look much like a guru should look like, I thought. He looked like ... well ... just a guy ... in jeans and a T-shirt. The room, by now had filled to capacity. He delivered his discourse, every so often looking at me and smiling. I loved his "folksy" style of enlightenment. This guy, I thought, is really on to something. |
Five years flew by. I was hiking the Tennessee Valley trail from Tamalpais Junction in Marin County, California across sparse farmland and the Golden Gate National Recreation Area reserve, down to a desolate, little known beach on the Pacific coast. I'd been walking about three miles when I saw two men on the trail in front of me, coming back from the beach, heading toward me - two men, in the middle of acres and acres and acres of pristine nature. And in a kind of supremely egotistic arrogance, I viewed those men as intruders in my space. I wanted the place all to myself. Stupidly, I looked down and pretended to ignore them as the gap between us closed. Then they were in front of me, and in the narrowness of the path we were on, I had to look up at them as they walked by. Completely shocked and now fully awake with eyes wide open, I realized one of them was Baba Ram Dass! (the other I recognized as Jai Uttal, a musician who sat and played near him during the seminar at the Frank Lloyd Wright building in San Rafael five years before). I stopped dead in my tracks and stood there, my mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish. I couldn't think of anything to say! Finally I blurted out "Ram Dass! It's really you! It's so good to see you again!". |
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