Calming My Chaotic Mind

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I went to the law library to research various subjects and practice guides.  In order to minimize my time in the library, I copied certain documents on a small flash drive.  When I completed my tasks, I gathered up my belongings, removed the flash drive from the computer, and left.  I was very busy for the next week and a half.  At some point, I missed the drive, but figured that I had misplaced it and, like other items, it would eventually show up.

After two weeks, I began to panic.  I looked everywhere – in my purses, my car, pockets, desk, floors, in between couch pillows.  Waking up at 2 AM, I turned on my laptop, and discovered that I hadn’t downloaded any documents from the library.  Thus, I presumed that I hadn’t removed the device from the library’s computer.

The next day, I called the library and was told that, when found, they throw the drives away. They don’t have space to store the many USB devices that people leave behind.  I thought of all of the time I spent at the library, carefully selecting my desired documents.  The librarian had to contact another staff member to access the database that contained what I needed. All that effort was worthless now.  How could I have left the drive?

The day before I began to miss my flash drive, I had a dream in which I was swept into the ocean by huge waves.  I knew that I could swim, but I was so far out, I began to feel hopeless.  I wondered why I had this dream.  I didn’t feel overwhelmed or lost.  The next morning, during meditation, I felt tired. The loss of my flash drive was consuming my thoughts.  I felt that, metaphorically, every time I get close to shore, a big wave comes and carries me far away.  I use much effort to swim back only to find myself swept out again and again.  In my meditative flashback of my dream, I decided not to swim back and to just drift out to sea.  I had no more energy or inclination.

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Turning Arrows Into Flowers

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I was thinking about the past – unpleasant situations, ways in which I could have done this or that differently, people who treated me unfairly.  I caught myself and decided to let those pictures go.  That was then and this is now. I am conditioning myself to reclassify those past events as “strengthening exercises.”

I can be and do anything.  When people are cruel to me, I can use that as a training tool to teach myself not to react with equal malice.  This has been reiterated to me in various formats for years.  Finally, it seems to be seeping into my behavior.  Chapter six of the book “Becoming a Child of the Buddhas” by Gomo Tulku has eighteen very insightful commitments to mind training.  Number eleven states: “Even though others may say negative words that seem to almost split your heart, strive to not say a single word of harm in response.”

There is an essay by Sister Jina in A Joyful Path: Community Transformation and Peace by Thich Nhat Hanh in which she tells the story of the Buddha being shot with poisonous arrows.  Because he had an insight body, he was able to turn those arrows into flowers.  This has been such an incredible visualization for me.  How is that possible?  Sister Jina sat in meditation and tried to imagine having such consciousness.  She saw that the arrows did not enter her body, but they fell bent and misshapen around her.

With deeper thought, Sister Jina saw that the Buddha’s insight body recognized the true nature of the arrows.  Because he immediately transformed them into their Reality, the arrows did not exist.  Only flowers surrounded him.  Can you imagine if each of us was able to transform our environment in this way?  Sometimes I get emotional thinking about the power of this practice.

Arrows still enter my body and I’m quite sure I’m directing arrows at people and situations.  But, at least I am aware of my thoughts.  I’m honest about where I am in this moment and changes that are needed, desired, and possible.  I believe that I am less reactive, more positive, more friendly.  I’m learning to be at peace, happy, and grateful for whatever the day brings.

I do still have pity pot days and times when I’m far from the ideal to which I aspire. Nevertheless, I am beginning to feel the happiness within me that cannot be disturbed by the external. This is translating into a more pleasurable and productive environment.

I am committed to responding to perceived hurt with an awareness of the eternal joy within me, as well as the flowering essence of the person causing the pain.  Perhaps the family dysfunction; historical oppression; violence, stress, and strife in our living environments have caused such deep unhappiness that we cannot see our true selves.  How then can we perceive the Truth of others?

I want to be around healthy, productive, loving, and evolving people.  First, I must be that which I seek.  I must transform myself.  I want to turn poisonous arrows into flowers.  To develop this capacity, I must be more open to the mirrors that others present to me.  This helps me to see their true nature because, increasingly, I can see my own.

Honoring God

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Many years ago, I started doing prostrations after reading A Joyful Path by Thich Nhat Hanh.  He described these as a Buddhist practice to help us stay connected to our blood and spiritual roots.  I used to prostrate six times: to my blood ancestors, to my spiritual ancestors, to those I love, to those who have made me suffer, to Mother Earth, and to God.  Over time, I shortened the six to two: to my combined blood and spiritual ancestors and to God.  I changed “bow” to “honor” because I felt this term had more relevance to me, although I understand the great significance bowing has in Asian cultures.

Recently, I’ve begun to ask, “what am I actually doing to demonstrate honor throughout my day?”  Statements are so easy to make.  After awhile, I don’t even hear myself.  Often, I’m thinking of other things as I touch my forehead to the floor and state: “I honor my blood and spiritual ancestors.  I honor God.”

So one morning after I meditated, I wrote down what it means to me to honor God, to honor myself as an expression of God, and to honor my ancestors who have lived through so much and enable me to be here with such fortune in this time and place.  I am so very thankful for their guidance and assistance.  I came up with a long list: respect, forgiveness, compassion, gratitude, minimizing complaints, watching what I put into my temple, how I care for my temple, being mindful of what comes out of my mouth (speech), and what goes into my mind.

Am I contributing to or diminishing peace?  In the midst of stress, am I matching it, giving back what is being expressed in my presence?  Am I creating harmony or disharmony?  Can I be at peace in the midst of chaos?  Am I a light in the darkness or am I darkness in someone’s light?

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Self-Cherishing

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One of the lessons in Charles Fillmore’s book “Keep a True Lent” states: “I . . . use a portion of my zeal in establishing God’s kingdom within me.  I do not put all my enthusiasm into helping others; my own unfoldment is of great importance to me.  I love to aid my brother, but I do not allow that idea to rob me of the power to demonstrate Truth for myself.”

According to my 2004 journal, I used to be The Helper.  Even while taking care of my  mother who had Alzheimer’s, I was The Fixer at work, a mentor to young cousins, a mediator for warring couples, the person to whom others brought their vents, dramas, and traumas.  I ran errands for a friend whose husband had a massive heart attack.  My own life was full of stress and unhappiness.

A friend asked, “Why do you get so involved in other people’s lives?”  Especially at work, she thought I consistently tried to solve deficiencies that were not my responsibility.  Why didn’t I put my energies towards resolving my own issues and becoming what I want to be instead of focusing on external conditions?

I began to look at family and societal patterns.  Most of the women I knew growing up were self-sacrificial.  My role models helped others to the point of sacrifice.  It’s what a woman did.  It was the right thing to do.  I didn’t see women treating themselves to personal joys.  The female was expected to care for someone other than herself.  Happiness was dependent upon bringing joy to husbands, children, other family members, and the church. The focus was always on the external.  It was selfish to do for self.  Joy and satisfaction came from doing for others.  This was an obligation.  My childhood prayer was “God loves the cheerful giver.”

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What is Joy Worth?

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I am coming into a fuller understanding of being joy.  It’s like losing weight.  I have to decide that the unhealthy food I want to eat is not worth my health, my appearance, and my self-confidence.  Likewise, I have to decide that external circumstances are not worth the loss of my joy.  I truly enjoy feeling content, happy, and at peace; therefore, I want to get into the habit of choosing joy, happiness, and fulfillment.

I now ask myself about people and circumstances – is this worth my joy?  With regard to food, a friend of mine said she asked herself, “Is this worth gaining weight?” each time she chose not to eat something fattening.  She said that, with time and continuous practice, she didn’t even have to think about choosing.  She just didn’t eat certain items.  That’s where I want to be with my joy.

I think about the effects of oppression and discrimination and other forms of unfair treatment.  As a result of my personal experience, I became suspicious of statements and behavior.  My negative interpretations became protective devices.  Once one has been hurt many times, one tries to anticipate situations of pain based upon past hurtful behavior.  This then becomes cyclical.  If you anticipate pain, you usually incur it, if only because you tense up and don’t speak freely or positively.  Therefore, you potentially invite the hurt that you were trying not to incur.

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Thou Shall Not Covet

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In February 2015, I created Ancient Seeker.  I felt such a sense of accomplishment.  It was something that I had wanted to do for years.  I enjoy writing and re-reading my posts and inserting inspirational items on my GospelLinks and PathLinks pages.  Ancient Seeker represents me – not the worker bee me or the parts of me that I present to different people depending upon their relationship to me.  Ancient Seeker exposes the vulnerable me, the flawed me, the hopeful me, and my journey towards becoming an evolved self.

I was very happy until . . .

I read about a woman who started her own church, has written books, and is a nationally-known inspirational speaker.  I knew this woman.  We took classes together.  I remembered when she started giving seminars to small groups of people.  Now look at her!  Immediately, I began to judge myself.  “What is wrong with you?  What are you doing?  Look at what she has done with her life!  The two of you started out together.  Now she’s well-known and successful and you’re nothing!”

OMG!  It takes so little to send me down the rabbit hole.  I had to step back and get into observer mode.

I recalled the Biblical commandment not to covet.  In addition to wanting what another has, coveting is a form of self-judgment.  It means that what I have is not enough.  I am inadequate.  It is an affirmation of lack and limitation.  It is also a failure to recognize the infinity of our interconnectedness and interrelationship.  A part of me, expressed as her, has manifested a desire.  At this moment in time, that energy is flowing through her; but, it is the same energy that flows through me and creates according to my abilities, awareness, and consciousness.

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Patience

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In my guided meditation this morning, I focused on the statements: “My True Self is all that I hold dear.  I AM my mother, my father, my best friend.  I AM health and abundance.”  I have meditated on these before, but today I felt their truth more intensely.  I felt, “I AM that which I seek.”

My logical mind intruded and said, “Well, where are they? Why don’t you have them?”  As usual, it argued with itself, saying “I can walk and see.  I have enough to eat” and then, “You don’t have self-sufficiency.  You don’t have all of the money that you need to live as you would like, to be debt-free, to travel, to live without anxiety.”  Monkey mind.  I refocused on my breath and my statements.

A thought came through: “That is like the sea saying ‘’where is the water?’ or the sky saying ‘I don’t have enough air!'”

Hmmm . . .  I resettled into the silence of my meditation, again feeling that I AM.

I sat long in my meditation because my energy and emotions were low.  Things aren’t happening within my desired time frame.  I have high periods during which unexpected great things happen, after which there seems to be no momentum.  I continue to climb up a mountain with no apparent summit.  I get tired and discouraged, wondering when am I going to reach my destination.  Yes, I mentally understand that the joy is in the journey, but right now I’m not feeling it.

During these times, I know that I need to tap into my Inner Self, so that my direction and purpose become more clear.  As I sat in silence, I remembered that, when I was young, I followed my heart and it seemed as though doors easily opened and opportunities in my best interests presented themselves.  I didn’t need to feel secure before I jumped.  I moved from California to New Jersey with my plants, stereo, and $800.  Now, I hesitate to spend $2,000, worried about what will come in next month.  I sleep with the windows closed, suffocating in a hot house, scared that someone might climb in and attack me.

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The Practice of Living

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Every day, I look for ways in which I can live in greater accordance with my beliefs and intentions.  In meditation, I feel at one with Spirit, peaceful, and filled with rightful thinking.  Yet, as soon as I walk out the door, my habitual thoughts, speech, and behavior slap me right in the face.  Although I see improvement, I am constantly rephrasing and correcting speech and conduct, and evaluating how I could have spoken and behaved more productively.

Present Moment Womderful Moment by Thich Nhat Hanh is a book full of “mindfulness verses” to help the reader realize the wonder in every activity. I create my own statements to respond instead of react to various situations. Nevertheless, I read Present Moment as a reference, guide, and inspiration.  The following are a few ways in which I reprogram my mind throughout the day:

  • Verse 2 in Present Moment states: “Walking on Earth is a miracle!” This reminds me to be thankful for every step that I take.  Despite all of the things about which I could complain, it really is a blessing to be alive, to have one more minute to breathe.
  • Waking up is awesome! When I don’t want to get out of bed, I give thanks for the opportunity to lie in my bed for awhile in silence.  I give thanks that I am warm, that I have a bed, that I have a house and utilities that work.  On my closet door is the following morning statement by Charles Fillmore: “I fairly sizzle with zeal and enthusiasm, and I spring forth with a mighty faith to do the things that ought to be done by me.”

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I Am One With Creation

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Despite my years of study, meditation, affirmations, yoga and workshops, I have not fully internalized the Reality of my being – that I am one with all creation, that I am a powerful co-creator.  There are very subtle differences between understanding and applying that comprehension into behavior.  There are even more subtleties between knowing and knowing without illusion.

I have knowledge on a conscious level.  This intellectual awareness has not yet transformed habits that stem from cultural, societal, familial, and religious influences that are deeply imbedded within my subconscious and still govern my thoughts and behavior.

Experientially, I am unaware of my oneness with God.  I know this because my life does not yet match my beliefs about myself.  You know how you think you look a certain way; then, you pass a mirror and don’t recognize that person?  By seeing my life as the mirror of my consciousness, it is apparent that I continue to experience God as an external source, something outside of me upon which I am dependent.  In this perception, God is an enabler, like Santa Claus, an entity to which I express my needs and desires.  These wishes are granted if I’ve been good, if it’s my time, if God decides to be gracious, or any number of other variables.

None of these scenarios involve the use of the Power within me to fly, to fish, to walk on water; in other words, I am not yet consciously creating from within.  I am not using my own wings to fly.  I don’t learn to fish because I believe that I must be fed.  I must be provided for.  I must be carried, for I cannot walk unaided.

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Bow to the Divine in Everyone

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In June 2012, I wrote a list of intentions.  Two of them are: “I communicate love, reason, and freedom” and “I express myself so that everyone can feel the One Love that exists in each and all of us throughout the Universe.”

I can’t say that I have consistently implemented these intentions.  To be honest, when I wrote them, I expected them to happen to me as a result of my stating them.  At first, I would state them aloud every day, then once a week, now once a month.  Only within the last few months have I thought about really putting them into daily practice.  The realization that I have to do and be something has taken quite a long time to develop.

I have always had an intellectual understanding of right behavior, but implementation has been lacking.  It is much easier to “speak my word,” judge the actions and speech of other people, and bemoan the sorry state of my life and the world than to actually change my conduct.  Nevertheless, I continue to read and listen, meditate and affirm.  Finally – bit by bit – I am beginning to rephrase my negative expressions and reactions that occur so habitually that I have not yet been able to prevent them.  Awareness is a huge first step.

I now acknowledge that I need to breathe, engage right thinking, and express corrected behavior.  Many times, the best that I can do is walk away from the person and situation.  I manage on most occasions to say “ok” and “thank you” with a forced half smile before my departure.  Change is a process.

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