2/05/2016

"Don't Worry"

When you fall, no one will catch you. This is your blessing.

You will just keep falling into No Ground, which is Ananda, bliss: the unimpeded perpetual expansion always happening in the space of your heart.

Just notice this space and relax. Not the space "within" you, but the space you already are, before you "do" anything.

The Master has come to assure you that you will not be in danger if you fall, fall endlessly into repose, repose in groundless Being.

There is only one religious message from all Masters of all paths: "Relax. Don't worry." In Bhagavad Gita (18:66) Krishna says, "Ma sucho," don't worry. In the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5-7) Jesus says again and again, "Meh phobeo," don't worry. "Don't worry about your food, about your clothing, about tomorrow."

Primordial worry and fear have haunted us since birth. Fear is rooted in the birth trauma. This fear is not a memory IN our mind: it IS our mind.

We were not born into original sin but original anxiety, what the Buddha called "duccha": the constant subliminal fear that "there is something wrong, and I must be in danger."

Here is the Good News: We don't need to work on this primordial fear. We don't need to do anything about it. We don't need to try to change it into faith, or joy, through any mental discipline.

No labor of our mind can overcome fear. Since the mind IS fear, any mental effort only reiterates our anxiety in a new form.

Therefor, if we want to drop fear, we must drop the mind.

Fear dissolves when the mind dissolves. To dissolve the mind is meditation.

Changing the mind is difficult, but dissolving the mind is easy.

We are not here to think. We are here to love.
Thought may happen in love's space, of course. When needed to answer a specific problem, thought arises; but effortlessly, like a line drawn in air. Rain drops appear in the blue sky, then they are gone. In love-space, thought does not linger, does not accumulate as anxiety.

The bridge from thought to silence, from fear to love, is the grace of the Master.

When we are near the Master, thought simply vanishes.

This is the sign of a true Master: in that Presence, our mind will be stunned into perfect silence.

The Master takes our hand, leads us across the bridge by a single breath, across the bridge of fear to the edge of love's abyss, then whispers, "Leap!"

Friend, you got here by following the rules. You’ll get out of here by breaking them.
When you go, please leave an echo of your song, the way a fallen petal leaves the scent of jasmine, so that those who truly listen to what's hidden in silence will close their eyes, savor this breath, and hear you calling from deep inside, "Don't follow, just dissolve."

Mandala by Socrates Geens: Link

All Light

All light is God.
But not all light is the same.
The light that shines from your heart,
from your eyes,
from the wise darkness of your tears,
is your own rainbow.
Its fountain is deeper inside you
than the Pleiades
flowing in a trillion shades
of transparency
to kindle the earth
and give away a heavenly secret
when you smile.
Collage of my poem by Rashani

1/31/2016

Scripture Is Vibration, Not Meaning

Ancient scriptures were meant to be HEARD as healing sound, NOT INTERPRETED as meaning.

Energizing the nervous system as pure vibration, the sound of Vedic Sanskrit, Biblical Hebrew, and Qu'ranic Arabic is an objective power. But the "meaning" of the words is subjective, always reflecting the relative conditions and karmas of individual minds. You and I can hear exactly the same word, yet give it two completely different interpretations.

However, if we simply listen to the vibration of the word in its ancient language, our bodies are healed, our intellects stunned into silent beauty. This is the power of the mantras, the sound impulses of ancient scripture.

When we lose that original language, and our fickle intellect translates or interprets the sounds into mental images, doctrines, beliefs, they can be very dangerous. The so-called laws and commandments derived from scripture are really superimposed by the interpreter's mind, and may be used to justify all manner of oppression, prejudice, and violence.

The sound of the scripture comes from the text, but the interpretation comes from the reader. The reader's mind is changeable. But the original text is the subtle, unwritten, eternal structure of creation in boundless space (akasha).

The scriptures were not composed, but heard in deep meditation by the ancient seers. Their verses and mantras are the fluctuations of silence in the quantum vacuum at the source of creation.

If, instead of arguing about the meaning of scripture, we spent half an hour every morning and evening simply listening to the sound, bathing in the music of the un-translatable un-interpretable Veda, Torah, and Qu'ran, wars would cease, and humanity would blossom.