We look today, at the levels of consciousness.
Upon waking up from a nightmare experience we are glad to discover that the world is a wonderful place - it always has been and always will be! We are glad that the nightmare was not real
Similarly, many mystics from different traditions have proclaimed that what we consider as the wakeful state and "real" too is merely another dream from which we can wake up and experience that we are anchored in unity. A unity where the underlying oneness of everything is no longer an intellectually satisfying model but an integral part of who we are.
However, the bad news is that waking up is both incredibly simple and unbelievably difficult. Cerebral understanding is easy, but to be steeped in it involves the extinction of the ego, which is not something that's like likely to happen tomorrow. The good news is that even a rudimentary sense that this is actually the way things are and the determination, however imperfect, to traverse this path will completely turn our life around. It will propel you us into an infinitely more pleasant realm, Sometimes, as in the following story, the searing injustice of life is a spur that leads us into awakening.
Upon waking up from a nightmare experience we are glad to discover that the world is a wonderful place - it always has been and always will be! We are glad that the nightmare was not real
Similarly, many mystics from different traditions have proclaimed that what we consider as the wakeful state and "real" too is merely another dream from which we can wake up and experience that we are anchored in unity. A unity where the underlying oneness of everything is no longer an intellectually satisfying model but an integral part of who we are.
However, the bad news is that waking up is both incredibly simple and unbelievably difficult. Cerebral understanding is easy, but to be steeped in it involves the extinction of the ego, which is not something that's like likely to happen tomorrow. The good news is that even a rudimentary sense that this is actually the way things are and the determination, however imperfect, to traverse this path will completely turn our life around. It will propel you us into an infinitely more pleasant realm, Sometimes, as in the following story, the searing injustice of life is a spur that leads us into awakening.
The story of the squirrel: The golden squirrel was hurrying along the forest path when she came across a brigand. The police who had apprehended him had left him there while they went to the nearby river to rest and eat. They weren't about to share their meagre supply of food with him. He was all trussed up and not going to go anywhere. Save me! The brigand begged the golden squirrel. These are renegade police officers and my life is forfeit if they get me to their station. “What have you done that they have arrested you?” inquired the golden squirrel. “I have done nothing evil” answered the brigand. “I was a bonded labourer. My master was so unjust he used to beat me every day so one day, I broke loose from my chains and trashed him before running away, for this I was branded an outlaw”. I have been in the deepest forest ever since and am the leader of a group of people who have been similarly mistreated. We were safe until these rogues in uniform, who are really bounty hunters, came to know our whereabouts. Please free me and I will look after you forever. So piteously did he recount his tale that the golden squirrel was moved and she gnawed through the ropes that bound him. Quickly he scooped her up and vanished into the jungle back to his house. The brigand was true to his word and looked after the squirrel well. Freed of the necessity to forage she became fat and slow. One day the brigand's wife grabbed her and put her in a cage. The brigand remonstrated with his wife but she shut him up brusquely. “The flesh of the golden squirrel is tasty beyond belief and she will be my lunch tomorrow” declared his wife. You can have some too. But don't you dare interfere. So to keep the peace the brigand acquiesced.
Some months later, the golden squirrel chanced upon a party of policemen and from their conversation, she divined that they were the ones who had captured the brigand and they were still looking for him. “Would you like me to lead you to him?” she volunteered. “I can take you by a back path that nobody knows about and it is unguarded”. So the policemen followed the squirrel and burst in on the unsuspecting gang. There was a brief but fierce fight and all the brigands were captured.
During the melee, one of the policemen emerged from the hut with an infant and the serving woman recognized her son. She rushed towards him and the policeman mistaking her intent, swing his stave and broke her neck. She died without holding her son who became an orphan.
Its so unfair, muttered the golden squirrel as she left the scene, there really is no justice in this world.
In the words of Anthony De Mello, Jesuit priest and enlightened seer, there is no explanation you can give that will explain away all of the suffering and evil and torture and destruction and hunger in the world. You'll never explain it. You can try gamely with your formulas, religious and otherwise but you'll never explain it because life is a mystery which means your thinking mind cannot make sense of it. For that, you will have to wake up and then you'll suddenly realize that reality is not the problem, you are the problem.
For some of us, this will make immediate and profound sense. If so let us allow it sink in, meditate on it. For others, this will appear stupid and may even arouse anger and hostility, if this happens, move on, just be open to the possibility that sometimes in the future it will become clear to you.
The journey is all there is. Albert Einstein famously said that the significant problems in the world cannot be solved at the same level of consciousness in which we were when we created them. All of life is a journey to reach a higher level of consciousness. Think about where you are on this continuum of consciousness. Plot what you will do to progress but recognise even as you plan, that none of it is within your control. Remember you need to invest in the process, not the outcome.
“I saved your life,” the golden squirrel reminded him. “How can you do this to me?”. It's not fair. That's true! agreed the brigand, but there is no justice in the world. That's the way life is, ask anyone if you don't believe me. The golden squirrel looked at the goat grazing nearby and it nodded its head sadly, “I give them milk and yet they beat me. When I run dry, they will cut my throat and eat me. It is true that there is no justice in the world” The squirrel looked at the serving maid and she also shook her head. “I had a family and a house once,” she said “but the brigand killed my husband and stole my child. Now I’m his servant. I dare not run away because I don't know where my child is and the brigand will kill him if I leave. There is definitely no justice in the world”. The golden squirrel’s heart sank as she realized the perfidy of the man she had saved. “See”, said the thief as he hung up the cage. That's the way life is, I would have kept you well but since you're going to die anyway, I might as well grab a morsel of your flesh for myself. I too have heard that your flesh is tasty and there is more of you now than when you came” and he laughed shamelessly. That night the servant came silently to the cage and opened the door, she picked up the golden squirrel and placed her gently on the ground, “Run away little one, there is no justice in this world, but sometimes there is a little balance”. “Come with me” entreated the little creature. They will know that you did this and they will kill you. “No little one” replied the maid. I can't flee for fear of what will befall my son. They will beat me but they will not kill me because I’m useful to them. This is my fate and I will suffer it. Run away now!
Some months later, the golden squirrel chanced upon a party of policemen and from their conversation, she divined that they were the ones who had captured the brigand and they were still looking for him. “Would you like me to lead you to him?” she volunteered. “I can take you by a back path that nobody knows about and it is unguarded”. So the policemen followed the squirrel and burst in on the unsuspecting gang. There was a brief but fierce fight and all the brigands were captured.
During the melee, one of the policemen emerged from the hut with an infant and the serving woman recognized her son. She rushed towards him and the policeman mistaking her intent, swing his stave and broke her neck. She died without holding her son who became an orphan.
Its so unfair, muttered the golden squirrel as she left the scene, there really is no justice in this world.
In the words of Anthony De Mello, Jesuit priest and enlightened seer, there is no explanation you can give that will explain away all of the suffering and evil and torture and destruction and hunger in the world. You'll never explain it. You can try gamely with your formulas, religious and otherwise but you'll never explain it because life is a mystery which means your thinking mind cannot make sense of it. For that, you will have to wake up and then you'll suddenly realize that reality is not the problem, you are the problem.
For some of us, this will make immediate and profound sense. If so let us allow it sink in, meditate on it. For others, this will appear stupid and may even arouse anger and hostility, if this happens, move on, just be open to the possibility that sometimes in the future it will become clear to you.
The journey is all there is. Albert Einstein famously said that the significant problems in the world cannot be solved at the same level of consciousness in which we were when we created them. All of life is a journey to reach a higher level of consciousness. Think about where you are on this continuum of consciousness. Plot what you will do to progress but recognise even as you plan, that none of it is within your control. Remember you need to invest in the process, not the outcome.
