St. John of the Cross
For those who are interested in a Buddhist-Christian dialogue (and I realize that many are definitely NOT), I’ve just posted some musings about the nature of Heaven and Hell with regard to Samsara and Nibbana/Nirvana over at my new blog, Enlightenment or Salvation?
Posted in Buddhism, Christianity, Dhamma, Enlightenment, Religion, Scripture, Spirituality
Moreover, the Gnostic emphasis on inner illumination aroused some discomfort in this nascent ecclesiastical establishment. As the scholar Elaine Pagels has pointed out, “Gnostic teaching… was potentially subversive of this order: it claimed to offer every initiate direct access to God of which the priests and bishops themselves might be ignorant.” This was bound to be irritating to the priests and bishops. Consequently, they launched into a vigorous campaign against Gnosticism. Once they achieved secular power, as they did when Christianity became the state religion of the Roman Empire in the fourth century, they were in a position to come down on the Gnostics and other heterodox Christian sects with the might of the state.
Richard Smoley, Inner Christianity: A Guide to the Esoteric Tradition
In another article, I mentioned that the notion of a personal God has not made sense to me, despite (or due to) being a preacher’s kid who spent the first 19 years of my life in church.
Even as a small child, however, I knew that Bible stories, prayer, hymns and rituals pointed to “something” that could be touched by humans in a real and profound way. In fact, I had some unitive experiences as a young boy that remain prominent in my worldview to this day. I would complain to my father that there was no “direct experience of God” in our church. He laughed and tussled my hair, and I learned not to talk about it very much as time moved on.
In my mid-30′s, however, ecstatic phenomena that mirrored those of my early life returned with great power. At the time, I was studying various Eastern traditions, none of which spoke to these ecstatic experiences, other than to discourage them as “diversions” from the Goal. I spent about eight years in the desert, so to speak, unable to deny the bliss, joy and ecstasy that had awakened in my being, while at the same time finding very little support from the books and teachers I came across.
As for Christianity… I had a vague notion that, somewhere deep in the past, there were followers of Christ Jesus’ teachings who perhaps had direct experiences of “God,” but when I surveyed current expressions of the Church, I found nothing but fundamentalism, over-intellectualism, “fluff” and social clubs. The very existence of “Christian Rock” music was more than enough to keep my head and nose turned away.
Having accessed — through contact with kindred spirits who exhibit similar “symptoms” to mine — the Buddhadhamma, and having discovered within it a very specific set of meditation and mindfulness instructions that spoke directly to my ecstatic expriences, I rejoiced. I found that the Buddha overtly taught about the ecstasies (which he called jhana or samadhi), and that he placed paramount importance on them.
It’s been about seven years since I made this discovery, and it’s been less than 50 years since the Buddha’s original teachings have been made widely available in English. So, for about 2,400 years, these teachings have been “hidden” deep within Theravada Buddhism, insulated even from most monks. The Buddhist priesthood, like priesthoods from most other religious traditions, became a guardian of orthodoxy — and this orthodoxy not only avoided the direct experiences that formed the core of the original teaching, but actively repressed it down through the years. In many ways, such repression continues to this day.
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I am aware that this is nothing new. Mystics and ecstatics have been oppressed throughout history, having threatened the priestly hierarchy’s authority, since few if any priests exhibit the ecstatic phenomena described, taught and championed by a given religion’s progenitor.
And yet, mystics and ecstatics arise in every generation. Whereas the dominant culture has always pathologized expressions of the ecstatic (which are, at core, feminine in nature — the subject for another article, no doubt), we rarely burn ecstatics at the stake these days.
No, we label ecstatics as “problem children” with ADD/ADHD, and we pump them full of Ritalin. We prescribe exotic cocktails of SSRI drugs, so that children and adults may return to “full productivity” on the treadmill of modern existence.
The fact that so much of modern-day society is either dependent on psychosomatic prescription medication, or has adopted damaging self-medication regimens, suggests to me that human nature is ecstatic at core.
A technological society as removed from the Sacred as ours puts a lot of pressure on individuals to suppress naturally-occurring ecstasy. Many succumb, taking the Pill. Others resist… but without competent teachers of the charismatic, they often turn to mind-altering substances, seeking in various drug or alcohol experiences that which already exists within us — free of charge, free of negative side-effects.
I am a survivor of the second category, and am thankful that I never fell into the trap of the first.
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Now that the Buddha’s original Middle Path (in the form of Suttas or Discourses which purport to preserve Gautama’s teachings first in oral transmission, then written on Papyrus leaves some 2,200 years ago) is widely available in English, it is interesting to note that the Buddha did not hide the “good stuff” from anyone.
Yes, the Suttas are directed to his monks (who were legion at the time), but there was no effort to reserve these teachings for just his most accomplished followers. Gautama went out of his way to state that the Buddhadhamma was of a single cloth — nothing hidden, this is what you get, take it or leave it. It was his gift to a humanity that, like ours, had strayed far from its True Nature.
The Four Noble Truths, the fourth of which is the Noble Eightfold Path, culminating in Right Absorption (Samma-Samadhi)… followed by a life spent saturated in meditative absorption, dissolving the dastardly “fetters” that keep humans on the Wheel of Samsara… this is what Gautama taught, forwards and backwards, saturated always in jhana/samadhi.
Unfortunately, the Theravada priestly hierarchy, within just a couple generations of the Buddha’s passing, turned Buddhism into something completely different than what was originally propounded. The Abhidhamma, for instance, proposed to “add” to what had already been fully given — an entire “secret” psychological system that did not appear in the original discourses, but was added to the Pali Canon nevertheless. A few hundred years later, a series of commentaries was added to the official orthodoxy, the Visuddhimagga being the primary example. These efforts served to entrench the authority of the priesthood, and to obfuscate the ecstatic teachings of Gautama Buddha. For hundreds of years, orthodox teachings of Theravada Buddhism have filtered through these (and other similar) books, relegating the Buddha’s actual teachings to the proverbial dusty monastery basement.
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So, forty-seven years after my birth, I’m “getting it” that this world does not support the ecstatic.
There is no un-broken transmission of Jesus’ ecstatic teachings (which are now coming to light in Gnostic texts being unearthed in the Middle East)… and there is for sure no formal schooling for such teachings within the mainstream Christianity of my upbringing. On the contrary, church as I experienced it was a hollow shell, filled with desperate souls who desired union with God, but who eventually settled for peak experiences (church camp rallies, etc.) and the solace of community.
Something similar has happened to Theravada Buddhism, though the advent of the Sutta Pitaka in English has given rise to a (mostly-misguided) discussion of ecstatic states.
I cannot speak experientially about Islamic Sufism, but my sense is that there is a pure transmission of ecstatic practices that retains Islam’s original ecstatic inspiration. It’s hard to know for certain, since these esoteric teachings are reserved for initiates only. Mainstream Islam, with its five-times-daily prayer and other ritual obligations, is perhaps more conducive to ecstatic experience than most other religious expressions… but, again, there is a long history there of repression of the ecstatic unitive experience, with dire consequences to many devout Sufis.
I am equally devoid of significant experience regarding Tibetan Buddhism and every other esoteric/initiatic tradition that I know of, most of which filter through a living teacher. Judging by the vast number of Eastern Teachings books available these days, there is at least the promise of ecstatic experience available through these systems, hidden as they are. [There is yet another article begging to be written about living teachers offering exclusive curriculums... but we'll leave it for another time.]
My solution has been to (finally, after much searching) connect with a community of ecstatic contemplatives, to adopt a rigorous and skillful daily contemplative practice, to study ecstatic writings from all traditions, and to wear my ecstatic birthright as a primary element of this particular human identity. In doing so, I find that I am not alone, and that the message of ecstasy resonates deeply in those who have moved beyond unconscious repression/expression of this profound human trait.
My solution is also to recognize that exoteric religion contains Mystery symbols that carry primordial meaning for those whose practice is labeled esoteric and ecstatic — and that, despite the abandonment of ecstasy by mainstream religion, we may connect with mystic saints who’ve left surprisingly similar records within every religion.
Having been raised a Christian, I find that my early-life connection with the Person of Christ is impossible to abandon. Perhaps Jesus IS my guru, and he is speaking to me through Gnostic, Essene and other non-canonical writings represented in findings at Qumran and Nag Hammadi. I pull these ancient writings forward as the Sacred essence of Christianity’s original inspiration… and I allow them to invade my direct experience of that very same Sacred, beyond time and space, straight back to the Source of everything.
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Ultimately, anyone who has given rise to the ecstatic knows that one cannot ask for more in life, no matter what our orthodox institutions say.
The upwelling of charismatic phenomena is, after all, what all the practice is about. Having come into it, our internal navigation system activates, such that it is only a matter of time before we are led all the way Home.
Posted in Buddhism, Dhamma, Jhana, Meditation, Meditative Absorption, Religion, Samadhi, Spirituality
At a certain point, after years of resistance that led to suffering, I had to admit that this is it; there is nothing in this life that can compare with the self-arising bliss, joy and ecstasy that is sustained by a rigorous meditation practice.
This point arrived for me in late 2002, after I had already spent seven or eight years consciously “seeking enlightenment” one way or another.
The question of “enlightenment” is perhaps fodder for another article. My point here is that the quest for a nebulous goal called “enlightenment” is a familiar thing for many of us, and the journey usually entails all sorts of starts and stops and diversions. There’s lots of conflicting information out there, and most of it does not lead to succor; it leads to more neurosis than we began with. This is the morass into which I descended during the above-mentioned seven or eight years, leaving me (metaphorically) quivering in a corner, totally baffled and lost.
During those seven or eight years, having already experienced ecstatic phenomena for which I had no explanation or guidance, I meditated (in a floundering sort of way) here and there. I attended satsang and met online gurus, while working at a metaphysical bookstore that allowed me to read widely and deeply into various spiritual traditions.
Having earlier obtained certification as a Jungian Archetypal Psychotherapist, there was a nagging sense that I should be seeking more credentials in order to work as a therapist. Or, I should be getting published and building some sort of identity as this or that sort of healer. Always, there was a belief that something was being avoided, which meant that there must’ve been something wrong with me, since I could not find within myself motivation toward fulfilling some sort of role in the world.
Instead, I stayed in my cave, venturing out every so often to attend a talk by a traveling teacher. I engaged with my wife in long talks about the nature of enlightenment, the result of which seemed to render any sort of action in the world moot.
Lethargy and stasis set in.
Working unsatisfying jobs for too little money continued. I reminded myself that, at least I could pay some bills, keep a roof overhead, put food in my belly, and still have plenty of time and energy for a spiritual pursuit.
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In 2002 or so, I finally received meaningful guidance that spoke directly to the difficulty I’d been having in finding an identity in the world, or in choosing a direction that would be acceptable to the beliefs and conditions under which I’d been operating all my life. This competent guidance gradually let to a rigorous daily practice that, once adopted, has been my strength and stability ever since.
I turned 40 that year, at which time a firm conviction arose that said, “For better or worse, this is who I am, and this is who I will be until the day I die.”
During the intervening seven or eight years, a gradual deepening of self-acceptance has occurred.
This self-acceptance is of the nature of surrender.
This surrender is of the nature of realizing that the expectations I’d previously carried in life — many of them involving livelihood, home ownership, eventual retirement and so forth — meant nothing in comparison with the self-arising bliss, joy and ecstasy that had saturated my entire being as a result of rigorous daily meditation.
It’s not that the elements of these expectations have been rejected out-of-hand. It’s just that I’ve had to admit that these are not (for me) valid pursuits in and of themselves. They represent “nice things,” but their arising will result from a natural expression of something true and authentic within me — or they will not arise at all. This is the knowing that finally dawned on me.
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As time has moved forward, a new and pleasantly unexpected phenomenon has begun to emerge.
This phenomenon is of the nature of an opening heart, and it creates a life-motivation based on reaching out to others and helping to meet their interior needs, using whatever gifts I may possess.
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There remain issues of financial viability, for myself and my family. There remain questions about the future and my participation in it. I do not deny the need for money in this world, nor the requirement for a certain level of material “security.”
The important event, in my view, is that self-acceptance as a contemplative — and the surrender it entails — has opened me to a peace, ease and contentment that was not possible before.
To the extent that I continue with my daily contemplative practice, combined with an ongoing willingness to engage others from this perspective, I understand at a very deep level that a profoundly appropriate existence is being sustained and matured, slowly but surely. This is no experiment; this is simply how it works.
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My advice to others who struggle with a tension between contemplative values and worldly values naturally follows from the experiences described above.
A dedicated, rigorous and skillful contemplative life may not be for everyone. But for those who, like me, literally have no choice in the matter, I can suggest that surrender is the path of least resistance.
Structure your life around your practice, and don’t be afraid to give that practice several years to embed itself into the fiber of your being.
This restructuring around a contemplative practice will (depending on your present circumtances) possibly produce conflicts and disillusionment in the workplace and/or in close relationships. Prior to complete self-acceptance as a contemplative, there will likely arise the urge to ditch your practice in order to “fix” the turmoil and chaos of your life. You will find that such an effort to “fix” things only leads to more suffering, as your energy is being spent on diversionary pursuits. When push comes to shove, stick with your practice — it will prove itself to be your most loyal ally, your truest benefactor. Let the rest change or fall away as it will.
I am not saying that you should quit the world in order to starve in a cave (as opposed to a street corner). I am, however, suggesting that if you have truly arrived at a profound insight into the fact that you are a contemplative before all else, you will eventually need to put a rigorous and skillful daily practice (including meditation, mindfulness training and study) at the center of your universe, allowing everything else to conform to it. This process is liberating, and it will simplify your life in ways that you may not have thought possible.
At some point, in answer to the question, “Now what?,” it will become apparent that yours is a valuable, worthy and noble existence. This does not mean that you are better than anyone else, nor does it promote an egotistical sense of spiritual superiority, as ecstatic meditation consumes all of that in a “slow burn” of transformation. The inner work that you do is something the world needs in myriad ways. It will dawn on you that you have certain innate gifts, some of which have already developed in ways that you’d previously discounted. Opportunities will gradually emerge that challenge you to use these gifts, and a genuinely altruistic motivation will develop within you.
This motivation will emerge from a place of love and gratitude, such that it becomes important to avail yourself to others who desperately need your support and assistance.
When (after perhaps several years of individual practice — who knows? — no pressure!) you begin to respond to the interior needs of your fellow human beings — many of whom are drawn to a more contemplative existence within an alien and difficult material reality — the universe will support your unfoldment, despite individual conditioning that says it won’t.
This process unfolds gradually according to a particular person’s varied qualities. No single blueprint applies to everyone.
The important thing is to examine yourself with ruthless honestly. Have you approached life from an inauthentic perspective imposed on you from without? Has this perspective led to suffering and anxiety as the years roll by, producing in you the terrible sensation of having “missed the boat?” Has this perspective led to a belief in personal failure?
If the answer to these questions is yes, then perhaps it is not you who has failed. Perhaps it is an inauthentic set of beliefs around your purpose in this world that has failed you.
And if this is the honest truth, I would invite you to accept yourself and your lot in this life.
I would invite you to embrace the contemplative in you, and to make a firm decision to honor it for the rest of your days — to honor it by building your life around it, trusting that this firm conviction is but the beginning of a life that has always awaited you.
Posted in Jhana, Meditation, Meditative Absorption, Sadhana, Samadhi, Spirituality
So then, bhikkhus, the holy life is led not for gain, honor and fame, not for the endowment of virtues, not for the endowment of meditative absorption, not for the endowment of knowledge and vision. Bhikkhus, it is for the unshakeable release of mind that is the essence and end of the holy life .
Gautama Buddha, speaking to his monks in the Mahasaropama Sutta, Majjhima Nikaya, The Major Discourse on Heartwood.
Meditation is one of those activities (or “anti-activities”) that seems so beneficial, so pure and so GOOD, that one simply accepts that one should adopt a meditation practice – although one may assume that her life-circumstances may not provide time or space for such a practice – but, definitely, without a doubt, one embraces the vague notion that meditation is on one’s list of things to do when… well… when the time is right.
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Once in a while, one receives just the right amount of support in just the right way, such that she suddenly understands that the time is right – circumstances have been fulfilled, planets have aligned and the inner lottery has hit the jackpot – such that the most important thing in the world has suddenly become to build a Holy Life around meditation practice, study, moment-to-moment mindfulness and the company of others who have made a similar commitment in their lives.
This is a very delicate moment. Our prospective contemplative may very well have been here before, not once or twice, but maybe three, four or five times. She may have resolved in the past to meditate for 30 minutes every morning, and sure enough, she stuck to her resolution for a whole month. Then her practice fell off, and before she knew it, two years passed before she made a new resolution. This time she went for 45 minute meditations, and she kept this practice for four months. And so forth and so on, in and out of practice every few years, year after year, wishy-washy and full of good intentions… yet always succumbing to that great undertow of externally-imposed promises of fulfillment.
How does one, then, once-and-for all commit to something like a rigorous and skillful meditation practice – one that gives rise to bliss, joy and ecstasy, establishing one in constant saturation in meditative absorption, such that true fulfillment occurs with the confident assurance of breathing?
How does one go beyond a rigorous and skillful practice, adding to meditation things like daily study and immersion in the writings of ecstatic contemplatives from multiple traditions… using the time between formal meditations to bring attention to ever-growing saturation, deepening moment-to-moment mindfulness… and, perhaps as important as all the above, seeking the company of others who are engaged in the Holy Life?
How does one deal with a lifetime’s conditioning? How does one become convinced – beyond the slightest shadow of a doubt – that the life of an ecstatic mystic is not only possible, but that it makes sense in a world filled with jobs, children, relationships, parents, debts, duties and desires?
This world conditions us to seek external gratification — to find meaning in external conditions, so that we project our very identity onto people, places and things that have nothing to do with our essential being.
As the years go by, we become heavily invested in things like money, success, achievement, societal position, homes, cars, appliances, lawn ornaments, wardrobes, furniture, home entertainment systems, food, social circles and professional sports… so that THAT which has true importance gets interred under this ocean of externally-imposed expectations. It’s not that these things are bad in and of themselves — who doesn’t need money? — but when it comes at the expense of what brings self-arising bliss, joy and ecstasy, it becomes obvious to the devoted ecstatic that chasing after the impermanent is not a viable pursuit.
From the ecstatic contemplative’s perspective, the Holy Life — however it evolves for a particular individual — is the only viable life, in that it does not depend on external gratification.
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As mentioned above, it helps to receive the right type of support — giving honest recognition to the fact that we as human beings must arrive at a moment of absolute conviction on our own; no one else can push us over the line.
A validating comment from a respected teacher, for instance, will go a long ways toward convincing one that she really does have what it takes, and that she may expect to see positive results in due time.
A very beneficial activity is to put oneself through a nine or ten-day meditation retreat – ideally a jhana retreat, one that honors and fosters the ecstatic – so that one experiences absorption at ever-deepening levels, thus informing future practice with the assurance that these states are attainable. Upon returning from a retreat such as this, it becomes much easier to open to the idea of becoming a yogi, devoted to a daily life built around practice.
Finally, it is a blessing to the ecstatic mystic to either find or create a local community of contemplatives. Meeting for regular mediation sits, doing retreats together, studying ecstatic writings, feeding back to one another each contemplative’s interior experiences, learning from one another – this is a boon.
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The bottom line is, commitment is required.
It takes time, patience and persistence to bring one’s contemplative practice into an ecstatic framework.
It then takes more time, patience and persistence to sustain an ecstatic practice, such that one becomes saturated in the ecstatic 24/7.
It takes internal fortitude to engage with the world from the perspective constant bliss, joy and ecstasy. The ecstatic contemplative must develop an attitude of love and well-being toward her fellow human being — an attitude of thankful giving — knowing that the blessing of meditative absorption should be shared freely, often and fully. If we don’t develop a need to help others, we lack motivation for leaving the cave, and we cut ourselves off from the support needed to continue on in the Holy Life.
One must arrive at a moment of transformation, no turning back, no second-guessing, no vacillation.
One is now a devoted yogi who recognizes that nothing in this world compares to a spiritual practice that is directly infused with Divine energy, and that this practice is what the yogi and the world both need more than anything.
Knowing that we are only human, that we have a lot of work to do in our ecstatic practices, and that we will fall short from time to time… we jump into the Holy Life nevertheless. We have come to the realization that we really have no choice.
When and if it is time, I invite you to take the leap.
You won’t be sorry.
Posted in Buddhism, Dhamma, Jhana, Meditation, Meditative Absorption, Sadhana, Samadhi, Scripture, Spirituality
Tagged dedication, devotion, Spiritual Practice
Suppose that a contemplative has adopted a rigorous and skillful practice, such that she sits each and every meditation session as though it will be the last one in her life.
She brings applied and sustained attention to the object of meditation — say, the breath — until there arises the first hint of absorption, otherwise known as a jhana nimitta. This may happen a few minutes into her meditation session, or it may happen after 50 minutes… who knows? It may happen a week after starting her rigorous routine, or it may happen several months later. She is patient, she trusts in the Buddha’s guidance as preserved in the Phala Nikaya, and she continues to practice until one or more of the characteristics of absorption arises.
When this happens, the contemplative shifts her attention from the breath to the nimitta (i.e., to a manifestation of bliss, joy and ecstasy, no matter what form it happens to take)… and the nimitta leads her into the various absorption states during this and subsequent meditation sessions.
The contemplative continues to practice, practice, practice, at least three hour-long sessions a day, moving into absorption on a regular basis. She becomes absorbed so frequently, in fact, that she begins to notice that the effects never fully fade; she has become saturated in meditative absorption, such that she is able to amplify the jhana nimittas even when she is not formally meditating.
When she becomes saturated 24/7/365, she has arrived at a new category of participation in this “reality” called “waking life.” Bliss, joy and ecstasy bathe her inwardly and outwardly in a constant throbbing or vibration — a type of giddiness — as though the fingers of God are gently tickling every fiber of her being. All of life now filters through saturation in meditative absorption, informing her emotions, her decisions, her self-perception — everything about her existence is now perceived through bliss, joy and ecstasy, and there is no going back; she is enlivened in a way that can only be experienced and can never adequately be described.
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Now that she is saturated in meditative absorption, our ecstatic contemplative begins to experience many things in life as though for the very first time. She adopts “beginner’s mind,” in some ways. Things that she’s done through force of habit for years and years are now encountered through “baby eyes.”
As she stands curbside waiting for a bus, she notices that passing cars leave a “trail” of light in her peripheral vision. When did that start happening? She notices a sound in the center of her head — nothing unpleasant, but persistent… the Universal Sound, perhaps; the “celestial chorus.” While working at her desk in a cubicle, performing her functionary tasks to the point of boredom, she listens to the inner sound and is soothed beyond words; the deep absorption she’d experienced during morning meditation blossoms within her again, right there at her desk with the phone ringing and the boss demanding a report.
It has been years since she’s attended a Christian church service, having long realized that a direct experience of God was beyond the priesthood’s capacity for delivering to the individual parishioner. There had to be more to religion than Bible verse memorization, pancake breakfasts and Campus Crusade meetings… so she moved on.
She has gone through a phase of dedicated satsang attendance along the “guru circuit” of so-called “non-dual” teachers. During this phase, she felt a sense of gratitude during satsang, as though she’d finally been led to a tradition that would bring true enlightenment to those who were ready — and she was ready, wasn’t she? The trouble was, she was told on three occasions by three different teachers to “ignore” the characteristics of absorption that were coming alive in her, as she was “already enlightened, so why get diverted into something as trivial as another experience?” As if she could ignore what was happening in her….
She has recently attended the local Buddhist Sangha, believing that fellow Buddhists would surely understand the ecstatic phenomena that she’d encountered in meditation, considering that it was the Buddha who was so thorough and skilled in teaching about such things. She quit the Sangha, however, when the dhamma teacher delivered a lecture warning the Sangha not to “become attached” to the jhanas. He’d told a story about a student of his who meditated every chance he got, five, six, seven hours a day, until he started “wandering around like a zombie.” The Sangha laughed knowingly. Our contemplative met privately with the teacher soon after, intending to present him with a handful of the Buddha’s discourses that not only taught meditative absorption, but insisted that a practice leading to absorption is the only practice that successfully navigates the Noble Eightfold Path. The teacher laughed gently, patted our contemplative on the arm, and said something about “true Buddhism” transcending all attachments — especially attachments to the idea of individual attainment.
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Our ecstatic contemplative persists in her rigorous and skillful practice, such that weeks, months and years go by. Saturation has taken hold. Tranquility and equanimity have replaced neurotic worrying, complaining and doubt. She and those around her notice that she does not go into reactivity as she once did; life seems to have become a prolonged moment of mindful Presence. Absorption has begun to do the slow and thorough work of eroding the hindrances to enlightenment, producing in our contemplative an inner assurance filled with steadiness and calm.
Earlier in life, before the arising of bliss, joy and ecstasy, she had looked into the sacred literature of various religious traditions. Having been raised in the church, she’d read many passages from the Bible. In high school she’d found a copy of Pickthall’s translation of the Qur’an in a library, and spent a day or two skimming through it. In college she went through a Hinduism phase, reading deeply into the Bhagavad Gita, the major Upanishads and the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. In her early 30′s she became interested in Tibetan Buddhism and read various Dzogchen texts that had begun to proliferate in English during the 1990′s. Finally, just when the nimittas had begun to arise, she’d been led to the Sutta Pitaka of the Buddhist Pali Canon, where she eventually found that the Buddha knew all about what was happening to her, and was able to provide a practice strategy for making wise use of it.
Now, feeling alienated from the Buddha Sangha and every other religious tradition she has encountered, she feels the need to go back to the revealed texts of those very same religious traditions. Having given rise to samadhi, she feels far more qualified to investigate these traditions from a position of direct experience, rather than from the position of the immature seeker she’d been before. Not only is she feeling childlike curiosity in picking up the old texts — the Bible, Qur’an, Bhagavad Gita, Upanishads, Yoga Sutras, Sutta Pitaka and others — but she is compelled to do so, as if some massive inner magnet is drawing the books into her hands. She finds multiple translations of them all. She downloads free versions from the Internet. She puts Bible software on her computer. Forgotten are her old resistances to the very idea of religion; she is now emblazoned with the need to locate the initial spark that began those religions — the ecstatic inspiration — the Revelation — and she senses that she must fully immerse herself in the holy Scriptures, so that her jhana-informed intuition will once-and-for-all provide a satisfactory answer as to what true value these texts hold for humanity.
She is not interested in sacred Law, Commandments and ethical systems.
She is not interested in priestly hierarchies.
She is not interested in theological arguments, schools of thought, ecumenical counsels or unbroken lineages.
She is only interested in getting to the original spiritual seed that resulted in Scripture.
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She discovers that there have been mystics from each of these traditions who’ve displayed characteristics of ecstatic attainment, and that these mystics often used their particular sacred texts as sources of expression to record their own ecstatic experiences.
She painstakingly follows scriptural quotations from the mystics, remaining attentive to her own experience of the ecstatic… and sure enough, she realizes that there is always an “inner dimension” to the revealed teachings of the various religions.
She realizes that virtually every statement in a given sacred text may be taken more than one way. She further discovers that the texts themselves have a story to tell — a story derived from the linguistic, historical and cultural conditions present when the texts first came into existence — and that these stories often lend deeper meaning to the scriptural revelations.
While the texts are sometimes overt about miracles and other fantastic happenings, they can also be subtle and mysterious when it comes to the actual experience of the Sacred. This used to bother our contemplative, but now that the Sacred has come alive in her, she “gets it” that this world has always made it difficult for individuals to attain to a given religion’s original ecstatic state… and she feels compassion, even as she gives rise to a determination to demystify the obfuscation. She feels compelled to re-interpret Divine Revelation from the perspective of ecstatic attainment, so that other seekers will know that the ecstatic seed of religion — preserved and expressed through the various sacred texts — will bear fruit in those who engage a skillful and rigorous contemplative practice.
Our ecstatic contemplative may never achieve her desire for simple, child-like faith and devotion toward this or that religious progenitor, icon or idea. She may never be able to accept a given sacred text as the perfect, unaltered, absolute statement of Truth that it purports to be. She may always harbor doubts and misgivings about certain aspects of Divine Revelation, knowing that humans had a hand in transmitting the information, and humans are imperfect at best.
She is relieved, however, to be able to confront Divine Revelation from the perspective of one who has tasted of the Spirit that inspired Scripture in the first place.
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First, she immerses herself in meditative absorption.
Then, she immerses herself in Divine Revelation.
Finally… she compares notes between the two, finds that cross-fertilization has happened, and she understands that this will be her daily routine until the body fades away.
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Not Quite What I Had In Mind, But....
A very gifted ecstatic contemplative in the American Midwest — a “natural” who has engaged me through an email mentorship for the past year or so — is also the possessor of a brilliant capacity for engineering alternative-energy facilities, and is thus in great demand in the world.
Recently (but not for the first time), he brought up the subject of a rigorous and skillful meditation practice. With his busy schedule, wherein he is often on the road and living out of motel rooms, it is difficult to structure his days for the purpose of sitting a solid three hours (in three sessions), let alone spending each night lucid in the non-material realms.
For this young man, however, the main difficulty is not lack of time.
It is the fact that, when he eventually finds time to sit, he quickly merges into ever-deepening meditative absorption states (jhana/samadhi), and when a given session ends, his desire for engaging the outside world in any way has completely evaporated. He just wants to sit in a cave somewhere, content to be saturated in bliss, joy and ecstasy while the world floats by just beyond.
Many meditation teachers would hear this and say, “You see? This is why meditative absorption (jhana/samadhi) is to be avoided at all costs — it is too enticing, to readily desired, just another object to which we are liable to become attached. Just ignore it! Pay it no mind at all….”
These teachers, of course, either have no experience with jhana/samadhi, or they have been conditioned to suppress the phenomenon. This, despite the undeniable fact that the Buddha himself encouraged his students to develop and sustain — throughout their earthly lives — the various stages of absorption (jhana/samadhi).
Truth is, Gautama described the 8th and culminating stage of the Noble Eightfold Path in terms of meditative absorption — thus bestowing on us the name of this blog!
8. Right absorption (samma-samadhi)
“And what, monks, is right absorption? (i) There is the case where a monk — quite withdrawn from sensuality, withdrawn from unskillful mental states — enters and remains in the first absorption (jhana): bliss (piiti) and joy (sukha) born from withdrawal, and applied and sustained attentions (vitakka and vicára). (ii) With the stilling of applied and sustained attentions (vitakka and vicára), he enters and remains in the second absorption (jhana): bliss (piiti) and joy (sukha) born of absorption, unification of awareness, applied and sustained attentions (vitakka and vicára) — internal assurance. (iii) With the fading of pleasure (piiti), he remains in equanimity, mindful and alert, and sensitive to bliss (piiti). He enters and remains in the third absorption (jhana), of which the Noble Ones declare, ‘Equanimous and mindful, he has a pleasant abiding.’ (iv) With the abandoning of pleasure and pain (sukha and dukkha)– as with the earlier disappearance of elation and anxiety — he enters and remains in the fourth absorption (jhana): purity of equanimity and mindfulness, neither pleasure nor pain (sukha and dukkha). This, monks, is called right absorption.”
So, I did not discourage this young and gifted ecstatic contemplative from meditating. For me, a rigorous and skillful meditative practice is the most valuable and meaningful thing a person can do in this world.
When all else fails, a practice that gives rise to (and maintains) bliss, joy and ecstasy will provide a strong foundation, a loyal and trustworthy base on which we may always depend.
We may lose our job, our partner may leave us, the dog may run away… but the fruit of a rigorous and skillful meditation practice will always be there, ready to dissolve our neuroses and leave us in a place of true perspective, able to cope in a stressful world that would otherwise lead us to any number of medication “solutions.”
“But,” he insisted, “you don’t understand! If I let myself become absorbed in jhana, I won’t want to do anything! I won’t want to work, won’t want to leave the house — my whole life will fall apart!”
I do understand, actually.
For many years now, I’ve shared his sentiment, and have followed it for long stretches of time.
Without a good enough motivation, what point is there in getting up from the cushion, when the world offers nothing even remotely comparable?
What it comes down to — and this is what I told him — is the motivation of helping others.
It comes down to recognizing that, through our rigorous and skillful meditation practice, we have gathered fruit (attainments) that should not be horded, but should be made available to anyone who may need them.
Does this mean that my friend should quit his job and become a dhamma teacher?
No, not necessarily.
It just means that, instead of seeing everyone in the world as a potential hindrance to our practice — as someone who “would never understand” and is thus likely to detract us from what is most important — we need to open our hearts to everyone. We need to act from this place of bliss, joy and ecstasy, so that the little things (the things that make a big difference in everyday life) pour out of us in abundance. Small acts of connectedness — a smile, a door held open, a wave of the hand so that someone else can have that parking spot — are where the fruits of a skillful and rigorous meditation practice are most readily distributed.
In turn, our practice carries outward into the world, 24/7.
At some point, of course, there may come an opportunity to talk about meditation, about the Noble Eightfold Path, about Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras, or about St. John of the Cross. At some point there may come an opportunity to mentor someone, to contribute to the small (very small) pool of ecstatic contemplatives who have chosen to build their lives around their practice.
As for the incapacitation that threatens the contemplative upon coming “up” from deep samadhi, I can only say that I understand it and that it is nothing to be dismissed out-of-hand.
At the same time, however, I know that the right motivation (caring for others) is enough to do the job, and that we ecstatic contemplatives must keep this foremost in our minds.
The rest, as they say, takes care of itself.
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While there are all sorts of meditation techniques out there, the Ecstatic Buddhist understands that one is not really “meditating” until the “signs of absorption” have been engaged, such that one is able to drop all techniques and rest in bliss, joy and ecstasy.
My contemplative brother, Jeffrey Brooks, puts it this way:
One of the other things people do not seem to get is the technique is just meant to get one to the calm and still mind of the second jhana. Once one is there, then one must learn how to sustain that calm and still mind without the technique. Once one learns how to just maintain the calm and still mind without the technique, then one just dives ever deeper into the Samadhi states. This is of course without the technique.
So, friends, I do not promote meditation techniques of any kind, because I know techniques are just for beginners. There is no, “powerful technique.” Those who sell “powerful techniques” never seem to know what Samadhi is or what it is about. So, forget the techniques. Just meditate to the calm and still mind without the technique, and sustain that, then dive ever deeper into the Samadhi.
The “Factors of Absorption” gradually consume our being, such that we “become meditated” throughout every moment of every day and night.
The Ecstatic Buddhist meditates upwards of three hours each day, as though all of life is a meditation retreat. We meditate into the night hours, in fact, as lucidity provides opportunity to experience the non-material planes. The idea is to become completely saturated in absorption. It may take a year, two years, three years or more… but the persistent immersion in meditative absorption transforms the contemplative from a “normal” state of neurosis to one of tranquility and equanimity.
At a certain point, the Ecstatic Buddhist looks back on his or her practice, and there is the direct realization that practice has merged with life. It has become automatic, like breathing. The “jhana nimittas” that once led us into ever-deepening states of absorption have become the prime filter through which we perceive this existence.
When we accept that our life has irretrievably transformed in line with long-term saturation in meditative absorption, we see clearly that we must re-learn how to get along in the world. It is almost like learning how to walk again, how to talk again, how to keep ourselves clean and odor-free. Habitual expressions (for instance) of fear, anger and judgment are called into constant question, and we are challenged to let go of these painful behaviors in exchange for something more calm and restful.
Again, learning how to engage the world from the perspective of Samadhi-saturation is not something that happens overnight.
In fact, it may take the rest of one’s life to burn off the accumulated karma that brought us to begin our practice in the first place. We no longer need those defensive survival strategies, but they are not so easy to release.
The good new is, saturation in meditative absorption makes it an automatic release process — we literally have no choice but to engage a program of behavioral change designed to best support the psychological, emotional and physical transformation initiated by saturation in Samadhi.
As we are all different beings with different backgrounds, different genetic combinations, different beliefs and different personalities, there is no set path to follow here. All we need to know is, the bliss, joy and ecstasy of meditative absorption offer perfect guidance in every circumstance. It may look ugly in the moment — or it may look sublime — but in the long run, this “inner guru” never lets us down, never abandons us, never abuses us.
We just need to stick with our practice each day, allow the years to roll by, wake up to the fact of our irrevocable transformation, learn how to live with it… then, when it is time, share with others from this place.
That is the beginning and end of it.
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…Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it…. Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able. (Matthew 7:14 and Luke 13:24, KJV)
Not to worry! You have not stumbled into a Sunday morning church service….
I just thought that the above verses offer a good introduction to something that’s been brewing in me for a couple weeks.
It has to do with the choice with which we are eventually confronted along the spiritual path: Do I go that way, toward the world with its demands, responsibilities and challenges? Or do I go this way, toward the within, with its demands, responsibilities and challenges?
Is my life to be built around my spiritual practice, or is my spiritual practice to be tucked into my “real life” schedule as best I can?
Is my entire existence to be a moment-to-moment commitment to meditation, mindfulness and Dhamma study… or will my so-called “spiritual life” continue as just another social activity while I show up at Sangha (Satsang, Church, Temple, etc.) when time allows, with the occasional 15-minute meditation thrown in when it happens to occur to me?
Will I make it a priority in my life to squeeze through the strait (i.e., small) gate, and then follow the narrow way… or will I join the herd, bending to its externally-imposed expectations, hoping for the best?
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Assuming that this blog has attracted at least a few who have chosen the strait gate and the narrow way (or who are at least standing before the gate, scratching their chins and wondering if this is the long-awaited moment)… now what?
I’ll tell you what:
Isolation.
On the narrow way there are few travelers.
“Wait!” you say. “I’m part of a wonderful sangha, so I’m not alone at all!”
I pat you on a knee and reply, “Even in the midst of the biggest sangha in all the land… you are alone.”
When you choose to get up before sunrise to meditate (even if you have a partner who joins you)… you are alone.
When you beg off from joining your coworkers at lunch so you can grab some lying down meditation in your car… you are alone.
When you leave the party at eight-thirty (just when the “fun” begins) so that you can go home to your before-bed meditation… you are alone.
When you are walking down the street practicing mindfulness of that little yellow flower off to the left… you are alone.
When all the other kids are playing Frisbee in the street and you are settled at a table on the front porch, spiritual books spread everywhere… you are alone.
Somewhere along the way, your family and friends notice that there’s something “off” with you.
Due to the effects of a rigorous and skillful meditation practice (which ideally gives rise to bliss, joy and ecstasy every time you hit the mat), adhered to over months and years (such that you are saturated in meditative absorption 24/7), you have become tranquil and equanimous.
Your family and friends are now convinced that you’ve “lost your ambition,” that you are “contented” (as though that’s a bad thing), that you are no longer a total stress-cadet because the sky is falling and who’s going to take care of you in old age?
They are working overtime to keep their heads above water, and you seem to be wandering around in a bubble of conscious awareness, unconcerned for anything other than the present moment.
Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?…. Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. (Matthew 6:31,34, KJV)
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Now, I’m not saying that everyone who chooses the narrow way is doomed to a life of grinding poverty and hopelessness. I’m not saying that the narrow path necessarily leads through physical wasting and depletion.
I’m not even saying that the wide path is any less isolated than the narrow way.
It’s just that those who choose the narrow way are very, very aware of their lone-wolf status.
A life that is built around a rigorous and skillful meditation practice leading to bliss, joy and ecstasy is a life spent in conscious observation, both within and without. It is spent in the constant and persistent realization that “this” cannot be shared with anyone else… other than to help her come into “this” for herself… assuming she is ready to enter through the strait gate in order to follow the narrow way.
The choice to enter through the strait gate is a choice for solitude.
There’s no point in pretending otherwise.
Whether you live in an ashram or in a broken down van on some lonely street at the edge of town, you as a dedicated contemplative are ultimately alone… and you become more and more aware that this is the case.
The good news?
The good news is that, instead of waiting until your dying moment to realize your spiritual aloneness, you get to grapple with it now.
And… you get to further embrace your practice, since your practice is the one thing in this world that alleviates your isolation.
Why?
Because your practice, which leads to saturation and absorption in bliss, joy and ecstasy, is the one thing that authentically (i.e., beyond the shadow of a doubt, beyond some book’s conceptual description, beyond wishful thinking) connects you with That which knows no separation. Call it Holy Spirit, call it Fanaa, call it Samadhi, call it Jhana, call it Kundalini, call it ECSTASY… call it whatever you want… and then let it consume you, as it will propel you along the narrow way to true Union, rendering your solitude obsolete.
So yes, I am alone in this thing… but I’m not the only one who has walked through the strait gate and is ambling along this narrow way.
It’s good to know we’re all heading to the same destination, and that the way has already been walked by some mighty pioneers who were good enough to leave behind a trail marker or two.
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There is no meditative absorption for one who lacks insight,
There is no insight for one who is not meditating.
In whom there is meditative absorption and insight,
Truly, he is in Nibbana’s presence.Carter, John Ross and Palihawadana, Mahinda
or, more crystallized:
There is no ecstasy without wisdom,
There is no wisdom without ecstasy.
Whoever is close to enlightenment
truly has both wisdom and ecstasy.Brooks, Jeffrey S. (Jhanananda)
Whenever an Ecstatic Buddhist pulls out the above quote (and there are 23 other translations at the link) — or when we assert the Buddha’s sentiment in our own words — we are met with either a thundering silence, disdainful refutation, outright anger… or, once in a while, a measure of openness and curiosity that leads to mutual understanding.
I’m hoping for the fourth option here.
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If one reads the Suttas with regularity — especially the Phala Nikaya — one begins to understand that the verse above is the presupposition for the Buddha’s entire teaching on the path to awakening.
One comes to see that the final step in the Noble Eightfold Path, Samma-Samadhi (where have we seen this phrase before?), is the essential ingredient for anyone looking to drive their meditative vehicles straight off the Wheel of Rebirth:
8. Right absorption (samma-samadhi)
“And what, monks, is right absorption? (i) There is the case where a monk — quite withdrawn from sensuality, withdrawn from unskillful mental states — enters and remains in the first absorption (jhana): bliss (piiti) and joy (sukha) born from withdrawal, and applied and sustained attentions (vitakka and vicára). (ii) With the stilling of applied and sustained attentions (vitakka and vicára), he enters and remains in the second absorption (jhana): bliss (piiti) and joy (sukha) born of absorption, unification of awareness applied and sustained attentions (vitakka and vicára) — internal assurance. (iii) With the fading of pleasure (piiti), he remains in equanimity, mindful and alert, and sensitive to bliss (piiti). He enters and remains in the third absorption (jhana), of which the Noble Ones declare, ‘Equanimous and mindful, he has a pleasant abiding.’ (iv) With the abandoning of pleasure and pain (sukha and dukkha)– as with the earlier disappearance of elation and anxiety — he enters and remains in the fourth absorption (jhana): purity of equanimity and mindfulness, neither pleasure nor pain(sukha and dukkha). This, monks, is called right absorption.”
The bottom line, then, is that the Buddha taught an eightfold method for attaining liberation in this very lifetime; the first seven lead to the all-important eighth; the eighth increases our skillfulness in practicing the first seven; as we become more skillful in the first seven, we are increasingly empowered to deepen our practice of the eighth; and only when we become saturated in the jhana states do we gain the wisdom and insight that allows us to once-and-for-all transcend this world of suffering, dissatisfaction, confusion and emotional turmoil.
That’s what the Buddha says, that’s what he taught, that’s what he insisted upon for his followers.
And now, 2500 years later, we are blessed by access to these teachings — despite Buddhist traditions that have not only suppressed the necessity of meditative absorption (ecstasy, jhana, samadhi) but have actively demonized it.
It is only a matter of putting these teachings into daily practice, contextualized within a lifetime commitment to follow this most explicit and blessed Path all the way Home.
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Again, the first seven steps of the Eightfold Path lay out the conditions for the final step. Right View, Right Thought, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness… we arrange our lives according to this scenario, with total commitment, patience and perseverance… and the eight fold, Right Absorption, WILL HAPPEN.
Once it happens, we continue to practice, practice, practice, both on the cushion on in every moment of our lives, day and night.
After a while, our entire being becomes so invested in the maintenance of Right Absorption that we literally cannot fall off from our practice — at least not for long.
We are impelled to meditate, to study, to employ mindfulness in myriad ways.
Ecstasy becomes the air we breathe, the water we drink, the roof over our heads.
All we need to do is continually hit the off-switch, access the bliss/joy/ecstasy… and BE.
The rest takes care of itself.
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As the title suggests, this essay is about moving our practice from the cushion to the sidewalk. It starts from a theoretical perspective, then visits an example from my own life. This essay is specifically directed toward ecstatic contemplatives or those who may be called to such a life. It’s not about fantastic claims or tooting one’s own horn. It is an effort to bring the Buddha’s actual meditation teachings out of the realm of speculation and into the realm of daily life, showing that it CAN happen right here, right now, even in this lightning-fast, hyper-modern world of ours.
Truth is, this blog exists to talk about these things.
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It’s one thing to maintain a rigorous and skillful meditation practice, around which the rest of our lives is arranged.
It is another thing to find oneself meditated, saturated and absorbed in-between formal meditation sessions.
What is this like?
A typical scenario finds the contemplative at a long meditation retreat, nine or ten days’ length. At about day four or five, the signs of absorption arise. These jhana nimittas may include “charismatic sound,” otherwise known as celestial singing or divine ringing. There may be pleasant sensations that register in different parts of the body, but which are not of the body — they arise independently of the body, even as the body is pleasantly influenced. There may be a halo around the head or heart. There may be strong energetic jolts at the base of the spine, or just a general sense of giddiness down there. There may, eventually, be total relaxation such that thoughts shut down and awareness is no longer localized in the contemplative’s body — it has merged with everything.
Then the contemplative goes home, back to her or his regular routine. Enthused, no doubt, she or he may commit to daily meditation. If this commitment involves rigorous and skillful practice, it will include an hour’s sit first thing in the morning (preferably before sunrise); another hour at midday (which may be “lying down” meditation, giving the body an opportunity to rest and the spine to auto-adjust); and a third, more open-ended session before bed. This third session is intended to carry through the entire night, given that our practice may eventually lead to lucidity in the dream realm, thus opening the night hours to deeper and deeper states of meditation.
When this rigorous and skillful practice is firmly established — and it may take months for it to fully “take” — the contemplative will notice that she or he is saturated in absorption throughout the day. The simple process of immersing in absorption on a regular basis brings changes to the contemplative’s presence in the world. The charismatic ringing continues and is always accessible. Euphoric bodily sensations never subside. Bliss in the third eye becomes permanent, changing vision in subtle ways.
As saturation settles in, the contemplative is positioned to take her or his practice to the streets. Whether walking, riding bike, riding bus or driving, the contemplative develops the habit of hitting the “off switch” and simultaneously focusing on the signs of absorption. At this point, absorption is carried away from the meditation cushion and into the world.
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Granted, life’s responsibilities sometimes overwhelm our ability to stay focused inwardly. Our jobs require a certain amount of external engagement, sometimes for hours at a time.
For me, however, the above-described unfoldment has produced a level a saturation that, even when I am required to concentrate on a project or person in the work environment, the euphoria is always present. No, I don’t bust into uncontrollable giggles, nor do I run laughing down the hallways. There is, however, a constant depth of being that comes from ever-present bliss, joy and ecstasy. Then, in moments of respite, I’m able to hit the “off switch” and fall into deeper states of absorption, so that practice continues throughout the day.
It is on the walk to and from work, however, that this practice is most pleasant. It is a half-hour stroll through a quiet residential neighborhood in south Boulder, which means that there are plenty of Tibetan prayer flags, colorful gardens, flower-covered wooden decks, mothers riding bikes with young children (everyone snuggly tucked into their helmets and shin guards), squirrels, birds, kitty cats… and the occasional elderly gentleman hobbling around the block with his knobby cane, raising a hand in greeting.
I will typically read a couple stanzas from the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali or the Dhammapada, then “look” into my mind, noticing how dark and empty it is (no laughing in the back row!!!!)… and then hit the “off switch,” which immediately brings forth a matrix of charismatic phenomena: divine sound, blissful sensations, warm glow around the third eye, euphoria up and down the spine, charismatic visual “enhancements” that bring clarity and depth to all the external influences around me. When a thought begins to bubble up, the nimittas crowd it out and jhana-infused silence floods back in.
After a block or two of this, everything becomes magnetic. People smile and wave. Passing drivers nod knowingly. Cats waddle across laws to be scratched under their chins. Or… nothing, just a sense of belonging, as though this moment is the one moment that always was and always will be. No improvement required, no goal to be reached, no skill be be developed, no world to be conquered. Just… perfect contenment.
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This is one small example of what it’s like after a few years of a lifetime commitment to rigorous and skillful meditation practice — practice that gives rise to bliss, joy and ecstasy. Such a lifetime commitment leads to saturation in meditative absorption, such that every moment of the contemplative’s life is filled with bliss, joy and ecstasy, which eradicates neuroses, leaving tranquility and equanimity in their wake. And… such a lifetime commitment to a rigorous and skillful meditation practice is never a chore, never something to dread or avoid… precisely because, by definition, a rigorous and skillful meditation practice gives rise to bliss, joy and ecstasy, such that the contemplative is always happy to return to the cushion… right up to the last moment of this earthly life.
I understand that it is normally considered unfashionable or even crass to speak of one’s practice experiences, especially when claims of attainment become a challenge or threat to spiritual authority. I receive well-meaning (and unsolicited) “counseling” from long-time spiritual travelers who, in friendly and gentle ways, strongly suggest that this sort of thing is not done — that we must submit to “masters” who will listen to us at the right time, under the right circumstances… or not, but such is the mystery of the teacher-student relationship… it’s for the best.
So be it.
While the gatekeepers are busy saying “Shush,” ecstatic contemplatives are dedicating their lives to a practice that brings divine energization to the spiritual path. While the religious nannies are screaming “Stop bringing schisms to the Sangha!,” ecstatic contemplatives are living the Dhamma originally described by the Buddha 2,500 years ago. In this sense, the Sangha died some 2,000 years ago… but the Dhamma is still here, alive as it ever was.
It is time to take it to the streets… and, in living every moment as homage to ecstatic contemplatives of the past, it is time to find ourselves in a true Sangha of ecstatic contemplatives who are free to follow the Buddhadhamma without interference from entrenched Authority.
May it be so!
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