Go Within & Win

A blog by David Silver of Mindrolling PodcastGo within and win. It always comes down to this in real spiritual practice, from Christ’s teachings to Dzogchen mindfulness to the devotional sadhus, not forgetting just the aware, the loving human. Both Buddhist and bhakti trajectories/paths lead to intense self-enquiry and surrender, both of which defuse the attraction of the external, exoteric seeming-reality, self-cherishing persona. All of the myriad of dharmic ways cultivate meditation, chant, kindness, altruism, ardor to go inside and live there.And there’s so many paths that cause loving fusion – e.g. Sufi merging and mystical Judaism and the sweetest versions of original Christian immersion in compassion. Love is in our heart. The heart is the love boat in the sea of existence. And the apotheosis of this total love is the true Namaste love of it All, All of it – be it beautiful, ugly, known, unknown, fast, malodorous, slow, benign, blissful, highly repugnant – you get the point. Love is the universe’s trump card – it safely perpetuates existence and awareness kinda like Vishnu’s sustain trip. It is beneath and within the reality structure for both samadhi and samsara. It is our gift beyond deconstruction or analysis or chatter. It is the phenomenon of existence, as is awareness, as is consciousness. It lives, it loves. It inhabits all worlds, all planes, all states, all towns and villages and veins and brains. Our little Earth selves then at some point discover the need within to acknowledge the One Self, Bob Marley’s and our One Love that we are a part of, that we are. There is only one real thing going on.I suspect that these realizations could be fairly useless unless you can seriously bring quotidian, pragmatic, experience-based meditation/practice of some sort into your day, just to repeat, ingrain and amplify the conviction of wonderful deathless participation in both the present and the eternal. And it must be said – if you like, just to simply develop a persistent practice of loving kindness.This very very basic truth struck me sharper for some reason in the last few days. Anything Buddhist I read or thought about, any bhakti moment suddenly came down to loving unification; the felt space of The One & Only; the sweet defeat of the ego; the relaxed wave that can come and drown you in one-ness awareness. And a couple of nights ago, I saw a film, a very New Age-y doc called “3 Magic Words” which was all about the words “I am God.” As much as I could feel a part of me that wanted to be cutting about the film and hate it, I totally felt at the end of the film that the bumper sticker-ish “I am God” is just fine. It can take you there, dissolving your distractions nicely. I am God meaning, the answer is within yourself. It is, as George Harrison put it, “Within You, Without You.”Nevertheless, it is still a battle and these moments are not every moment, but they come into play more easily, the more you practice. In the sixties, we knew when to be wary of this assertion about being God - we could see it coming, full of cult-talk, pomp and pride and self-love and lacking in Self Love. But nowadays, it is OK to say that you are God, because we’ve come to know the grace of it all as we aged. It is not blind faith in a deity of some kind out there somewhere around Alpha Centauri. It is just a beautiful brew of perceptive, discriminating awareness and the often shocking totalized sense of the truth of truths behind and within it all. If you can swim a bit in the woken up awareness, then universal laws will allow you to let go and relax, for God’s sake.Two very different great beings, Nisargadatta Maharaj and Sri Ramana Maharshi would seem to have been diametrically different on first encounter. The former, Sri N., belting out irreducible, hugely persuasive Advaitic descriptions of life, awareness and the ineffable; the latter, Ramana, a living love avatar, capable of healing without tools, maybe with just a glance. But they both dramatically pushed their students and chelas into dropping everything, everything, and going extreme to live the Supreme, eventually becoming the unchangeable, eternal self. ASAP, they exhorted. Politely saying goodbye to the passing show story-line that seemed so real such a short time ago.Even after this order of mindfulness practice, make no mistake about it, the anger and prejudice and paranoia ghost puppet performers are still there in the cerebral tape library, but they don’t remain seriously in the inner, sub-cellular Akashic Atmanic heart-based record, after, through practice, they start to disappear from the everyday mental paradigm. But, if we get sloppy and lazy and negative and doubt-dulled, they come crawling back, thankful for the periodic reinstatements of the ancient, out-of-date tape-player needed to get them back into the psyche. I say tape-player rather than digital file to emphasize how these hungry ghost preoccupations come from the irrelevant past...The messy traces of reptilian fear and withdrawal are still there, somewhere, but it doesn’t matter once you stop trying/kvetching/achieving/failing once and for all, and just sit still silently for not very long at a time necessarily, open-eyed if you want it all right in front of you, closed-eyed if you want it undifferentiated that way. Somehow, your entire human incarnation is only an incarnation, born into suffering and 3D - not 4D yet - dream/maya preoccupation, because it so desires these colorful distractions. And maybe they can occupy the whole stunted awareness for countless lifetimes, but certainly this lifetime, crusty and stuck dukkha to the mentality, until you stop the world and get off, dissolving them in the gravity-less reality of spacious awareness, only boundaried by the love dynamic that necessarily yet joyously flows through every part of the universe. The love that is the soul of the Holy Reality is what manages even in this life to make us feel purely happy, 100% at peace.Words, words. Time for silence. Ciao.The painting is "In Realms of Fancy" by John Williams Godward (yes, Godward!)

Blackbird with Lennon

Allen Ginsberg - Wichita Vortex Sutra #3 (Composition by Philip Glass)