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Friday, December 3, 2021

Shiv Sengupta ~ What is spiritual anarchy?

 

INTRODUCTION
WHAT IS SPIRITUAL ANARCHY?

Anarchy and chaos seem to go together like peanut butter and
jelly, like macaroni and cheese, or Thelma and Louise. The two
seem inseparable in our minds because we have no idea what
this word “anarchy” really means. It conjures images of rioting
in the streets, burning cars, broken shop windows, rampant
looting, bands of armed militia terrorizing innocent civilians,
bodies on the street, starvation … but that’s just the Hollywood version.

Anarchy is rst and foremost about self-governance. Yet,
self-governance is not something most people are capable
of. Most people need to be led, guided, instructed, advised,
rewarded and punished for them to feel as if they are on the
right path in their lives. They need this structure put in place
for them so that they may feel a sense of value, contribution,
progress and meaning. Without it they feel lost—cast adrift
upon a vast ocean of experience with no real markers by which
to chart their progress.

If you were to take a person like that and suddenly strip
them of the scaffolding that society has built around them, they
would most likely react by either going berserk or falling apart.
Most people are simply not ready to have the dual training
wheels of meaning and identity taken off their bicycles.

They are better off doing as they are told.
They are better off maintaining an illusion of freedom and choice
They are better off believing that their opinions and
beliefs are proof of a uniquely forged identity.
They are better off believing that the more they protect
and craft that identity the more secure they are going to be.
They are better off believing that the more people they
can get to agree with them, the more proof they will
have of the rightness of their perspectives.

Without others to provide them with a context for their experiences,
such people are totally lost. Without someone to agree
with and someone to oppose, it is hard for them to know where
they stand. Those who have spent their lives living in castles in
the sky will have no idea what to do when they see that the sky
is just a great blue void that they are endlessly falling through.
They will simply flail in desperation. And flailing people certainly look chaotic.
But flailing is not anarchy. It is just chaos.

When the Buddha spoke of enlightenment, he was speaking
about spiritual anarchy. When J Krishnamurti talked about a
“total revolution”, he was talking about spiritual anarchy.

Anarchy is a process that begins with the stripping away
of all the narratives we have invented as a civilization—until
there is nothing left of a person but spirit encased in flesh.
The experience of living is whittled down to the very core until we
are brought to the heart of it—the self in its rawest and most
unadulterated form. The book of life is torn apart—one page at
a time, chapter by chapter—history, race, religion, nationality,
gender, spirituality, ethnicity, politics—all the accumulated
knowledge of the world expunged.

We stand face to face with the universe just as we once did
on the day we were born. We recognize that the essence we
call a “self” and the essence we call a “universe” are one and the
same even if their forms may differ. Finally, we choose to take
responsibility for this essence in all its forms—including that of
our self. This is spiritual anarchy.

It is governance not just of a separate individual self. It is governance
of the whole as our self. Such governance doesn’t happen
by force. It is not an assertion of our own will upon the universe,
nor is it the submission or surrender of our will to the universe. It
is a governance that happens by listening, adapting and responding
to the ow of life itself. Then at times when this ow aligns
with that of society, we may appear to “conform”. And when this
flow appears to misalign with that of society, one may appear to
“oppose”. Yet, this aligning and opposing has nothing to do with
being “for or against”. The direction in which we move has not
been primarily set within a social context.

When I gaze up at a starry night sky, my eyes can see stars
that exist hundreds of light years away. And if I close my eyes,
I can still feel the aftershocks of the Big Bang resonating within
my body. This moment encompasses all of space and time. This
whole universe has been gifted to me as a canvas. Am I going to
listen to someone telling me what to draw on it?

Spiritual anarchy is the process by which the control of the
social self-construct is relinquished and restored to the spirit.
The only law that applies henceforth is spiritual law. Yet, this
is not something cast in stone like commandments on a tablet.

It is a truth that reveals and rewrites itself afresh moment after moment.

 

 Advaitaholics Anonymous Vol.II
A Manifesto for Spiritual Anarchy



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The Doors ~ The end

 

 This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes... Again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need... Of some... Stranger's hand
In a... Desperate land
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end.

 

 

 

Saturday, November 20, 2021

Anandamayi Ma ~ Beauty in everything


 

 

 There is nothing in this universe that may be treated with disregard or contempt.
He acts His Divine Play
in infinite ways,
through infinite forms, and
in an infinite variety of settings.

Without appearing as the many, how can this Play be staged?
Do you not see how
light and darkness,
joy and sorrow,
fire and water,
are inextricably linked together
in one unbroken chain?

Remember that spiritual endeavour must be coupled with purity of heart. To the extent that we harbour unkind or narrow thoughts, we increase the cause of evil in the world.

What necessity is there to pay attention to what others have or have not?

Far better be intent on your own improvement.

If you can develop inner beauty, and enshrine Him, the ever Beautiful, in the glorious temple of your heart, you will then be able to perceive beauty in everything.

 

 


 


Thursday, November 18, 2021

Jeff Foster ~ Love is the only answer.


 

 

 I excavated the ruins of the lost city of my youth and I discovered my inner child buried there.

I did not have to heal him for he healed me, exalted me to the highest of places and gave me the Name above all other names.

Myself.

I was raised from the dead by the dead and given new life by the ones I had betrayed and insulted in my ignorance.
 
That seems to me to be the definition of grace.

There is so much beauty and healing power in the night and fog, my love, in the destructive impulse and the timeless tragedy of the forgotten and the lonely.

We are much, much younger than we dream in our hubris and we are far greater than we could possibly know.

And I tell you now - Love is the only answer.

Yes, Love is the only and final answer.

It resurrects the dead, laughs at time and stretches its arms out wide in childlike expectation to the great mother.

 


 

 


Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Nancy Neithercut ~ The song of our aliveness sings itself


 

 
This is closer than the tongue in your mouth, your breath, your heart beat…
blooming and wilting simultaneously
we are this flowering beauty, not ever becoming,
yet utterly obvious and so familiar it cannot be found
or lost.

The song of our aliveness sings itself
erupting and dissolving without time or timelessness
rainbows cascading through infinite colors
never separate never joined
the silence the hush the rush of unknowing
pervades the song of silence

Nothing can be known or unknown, there are no things
yet stars bloom in your eyes,
and starlight hovers in your breath
you are the sparkling in between the between
that never was nor will ever be…

The wings of this and that soar into a heart beat of time and space
and an imaginary existence
no center or edge to the swirling dream scape can be found

Without before or after
without solidity or liquidity,
neither real nor unreal the dream is only what it seems…
yet

How marvelous
how stupendous
how excruciatingly beautiful
this love that seems to swallow it all
swallow herself
taste itself
through your heart your eyes your lips your beautiful beautiful eyes.

 

 


 

 

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Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Mary Oliver ~ When I Am Among The Trees.


 

 When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

 

 


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