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CHAPTER 6
Sunday,
March 19th:
Early
Realizations and Experiences
I WENT HOME to Anne
with the energy of a puppy dog. We went out for a walk, dinner and
a movie, and didn't mention much of what happened, even though she
was very curious. Arjuna suggested that I not say anything to anybody
for awhile, as an aid to stabilization. Needless to say, fresh from
the event, I was very ecstatic, but not in the blown-out blissful
way. It was more down to earth.
But, as usual, my sleep
cycle was disturbed. I woke up at around 3:00AM and my mind was
blazing. More insights poured into me, but it wasn't pleasant for
me as I just wanted to sleep!! The utter momentousness was weighing
on me, and I realized that I had to tell a few intimates about it,
or I would explode. I also admit that I am terrible at keeping secrets
- I even told people my TM mantra.
In the morning, I sat
down with Anne and described to her in detail what had occurred,
and she was moved to tears of happiness (for me) and sadness (for
her). I reminded her that I felt the same way when Joel made his
confession, and that everything is useful, even the fearful thought
of "oh, I'll never be free this lifetime!".
Throughout the day Sunday,
I felt radically different, as if some self image had been crushed
and a new one emerged. Energetically, it felt as if the normal bodily
feeling was also anew, something similar to what happened two weeks
previous. But what was most incredible was that there was a sense
of ease at the core level that was entirely brand new. Arjuna spoke
a lot to me about the death of seeking. Could I dare say this to
be true in my case? It felt much like how Love-Ananda described
it, the relaxation of the clenched fist. For my whole life,
I've never felt complete where I stood; I had to be somewhere else
physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. In peak spiritual
events, this fundamental disturbance would relax only to arrive
back when I returned to my ordinary state. But in the recognition
that my "ordinary state" is Being, and not the locality based ghostlike
personality or human "operating system", where was I to go?
What other place could I go to find happiness, when now my own self
nature has revealed itself to be freedom? It was as if for my whole
life I've been trying to run into the future, never fundamentally
satisfied, but just like Forrest Gump in the desert, I stopped running.
And most of all, no more spiritual search!!!
The impulse of the spiritual
search seems to have taken a permanent, vacation. Something really
died that day. I feel no impulse to go running after the
next enlightened dude or dudette that comes on the scene. What is
there to "get"? The cramp of self being relaxed allows me to just
be here, to abide in my own self-nature. I thought of the whole
silly spiritual game out there, and the utter inanity of the spiritual
search, to look elsewhere for something that one always already
is. But at the same time, whatever a person feels is necessary
for their spiritual growth is fine, for a period of time. Perhaps
a great deal of seeking is needed in order to really know
that seeking itself is the mechanism of unhappiness. It is certainly
true in my case. I still have the motive to sit with Lawrence and
Ardeliza, but it is different now; meat-body Phil is now no longer
going there to receive something due to his mis-understanding. And,
of course, the process continues, and these guys have very wonderful
maps!!
Sunday afternoon Anne
and I went for a walk around Phoenix lake. For most of the day Anne
kept checking in with me, asking what my experience was about every
hour. At one point on the lake I was describing what was occurring
with a sweeping hand gesture from the front to the back of me. Then
it hit me - the bubble of self burst in the back revealing the Background
Consciousness, the Ground of Being. Saniel speaks about two locks
on the heart that get undone in the awakening process, one in
the back to reveal one's self nature exclusive of phenomena, and
a final awakening in which the lock on the front opens, representative
of what is known as a 7th stage Realization in the teaching of Love-Ananda.
We talked about how a number of people expressed awakenings as the
popping of the bubble of self to reveal that self and "others" have
no intrinsic difference, and this was exactly how it felt to me.
At first, the Background Consciousness was experienced just in back
of me, but in the days after my breakthrough, was all encompassing,
totally consuming me. But technically speaking, that was where the
Advaitic pin-prick was first located, in the "back". I also felt
down and "in-place". It reminded me of pictures of the Eating Gorilla,
Who Comes In Peace. I was plopped, sitting down in myself, and
life was so simple.
Another interesting
feature out of all of this was the feeling of being "hot and juicy".
I noticed that all women looked even better than before and it left
me feeling primed sexually. The large amount of shakti, feminine
Divine force, coursing through my body really heightened my attraction
to women - perhaps it had something to do with a connection and
love of the Goddess, I don't know. But it did seem to have something
to do a lot with the flowering of creativity. I have heard Saniel
talk about people expressing a need to be creative, through dance,
singing, etc., and I took it all with a grain of salt and a dose
of skepticism. But it was very obvious that a heightened urge for
creativeness and expression was emerging (which may have been at
first partially channeled through sexual heat). I had to write,
or I would burst, and this impulse to communicate continues to this
day.
Sunday evening I decided
to journal what had occurred for me. I wanted to have it down on
paper, as it seemed like such a momentous event for me. I wrote
the first third of this account Sunday evening, and when I was finished
I noticed a thread in my story, something that Saniel and Ardeliza
have repeatedly said: Awakening first occurs in the body, then
the mind catches up to it. In recounting this story, it was
clear to me that the process of consciousness was gradually working
its way through to personal awareness, from the flatline feeling,
to the "depression", to utter stillness to witnessing and so on.
It was as if I was a ripening fruit ready to fall to the ground.
It was marvelous to see the whole thing down on paper; a validation
of the process occurred through journaling. Lawrence describes this
part of the process as the neti-neti process, where consciousness
is "sifting" out all that is not essentially itself. In my case,
this neti-neti process was expressed in a bored, New Yorker style
of "so what". Tiredness with experiences of any kind left me uttering
"so what" more and more frequently over the months - "so what, that's
not it, get lost" - this was the symbol and motto of my reaction
to and understanding of the arising of experience, especially spiritual
experiences.
I also discovered a
new thirst to read accounts of Awakening, to see if what occurred
with me was in any way coincident with others recently have gone
through. My immediate desire was to read the last section of the
Knee of Listening, Love-Ananda landmark autobiography. The last
section is written from the fresh and radical perspective of a newly
Awakened individual, and a piece of prose that I found extremely
difficult to understand. Over the years, I had a greater appreciation
and intuition of what was written, but it still remained something
like a koan, But this time, The Wisdom of Understanding, the most
radical portion of the book, was to some degree, a reflection of
what I had just recently understood. What a joy! What a relief!
The koan penetrated! Of course, some of it still remains puzzling,
but there were a string of "aha's" and "of course's" and "yes's"
while I read through it. Other teachings, especially those of Advaita
Vedanta, through the mouthpieces of Ramana Maharishi, Nisargadatta
Maharaj ("I Am That") and Ramesh Balzekar ("Consciousness Speaks"),
were instantaneously clear and joyously familiar. Ramesh's
statement of how the "seeker is really seeking the seeker" seemed
particular poignant and comical relative to the futility of the
spiritual seatch.
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