2010: Starting Again
At this moment there are no less than fifteen files saved on my desktop, each one another unsuccessful attempt to express something for this blague. I apologize for not writing, but assure you it's not because I haven't tried.
I was released from my twelve-day commitment at the vipassana meditation centre in Dehradun about one week ago. Vipassana - a.k.a. "Meditation for Masochists" - is something akin to a rite of passage here in India; just as everyone has a "bus ride from hell" story, most everyone has a memorable vipassana experience to share...or two, or three, or 17.
The program is simple enough; sitting begins at 4:30am and finishes at 9pm, for a total of 10 hours of meditation each day. There is a strict code of "noble silence" - no speaking, eye contact, reading or writing - intended to set the stage for mental silence. The vipassana technique is derived from the teachings of Lord Buddha (though the program itself is non-denominational) and the instruction is simple. Students are told to focus their awareness on the breath and later the physical sensations that arise in the body. Whether one experiences acute pain or pleasure, the goal is non-reaction, or equanimity in all circumstances.
In yoga philosophy, every time we crave something or feel aversion to something, we are creating sanskaras, seeds of karma that fuel the cravings and aversions and are the cause of our perpetual misery. Lord Buddha teaches that the origin of suffering is in cravings (the second noble truth), and in both teachings, the method for burning up these seeds is to observe the cravings and aversions as they arise without reacting to them. This can be done in the practice of meditation.
Whether it's an intense craving for bananas and nutella or a sudden sharp pain in the back, my task is to observe the sensations objectively until they pass. Non-reaction is a critical skill in yoga practice; a method through which we can free ourselves from misery.
My first experience with vipassana nearly seven years ago was a hellish ordeal. At that time I had never practiced yoga, had no idea what meditation was and had never sat on the floor in my life. Unsurprisingly, I suffered extreme amounts of physical and mental pain and on the seventh day I finally broke down. Unable to escape, I resorted to desperate measures, counting my breaths for the remaining three days.
Obviously, it was an inappropriate experience for me at that time. Under no circumstances should a complete beginner be admitted into a vipassana course. Nevertheless, I did learn one critical lesson: after three days of excrutiating pain in one knee, it would suddenly vanish and a stabbing pain in my back would take its place. Ten days of this pattern convinced me beyond a shadow of a doubt that Pain is Temporary. This hard-earned bit of information has served me well over the years.
There was one other thing I learned: I was definitely not a meditator. I ran out of the center on the 12th day and proceeded to consume more drugs in the following two weeks than I have ever consumed in my life. Looking back, I'm not sure how I survived, either the course or the drug binge that followed it.
. . . . .
On the first day of my retreat (on December 26th), I manifested explosive diarrhea, making it impossible to meditate and sparking a fierce debate inside my head about whether to quit the program and seek medical attention or to self-medicate with dodgy-looking antibiotics. Loathe to choose either option, I crossed my fingers, swallowed the antibiotics and hoped for the best. On the bright side, taking antibiotics meant I could also have dinner, which is generally not offered to returning students.
But uncertainty about the wisdom of my choice raged on until the fourth day, when I finally made the decision to stay regardless of my physical condition. And I'm happy to report that this decision turned out to be an excellent one.
Over the last two years I've been blessed with two teachers who have trained me well in the art of meditation. On the eighth day I was both shocked and pleased to discover that not only could I sit for two hours without a single movement and without significant discomfort, but I was enjoying it.. I can honestly say I never believed this day would come.
How is it that I can sleep for ten hours, talk for ten hours, walk for ten hours...but sitting still for ten hours is a monumental task of self-discipline and willpower?
. . . . .
Vipassana is an epic physical, mental and emotional trial by fire; a fascinating experiment in which every external stimulus is removed and you are left with nothing but your reeling monkey mind. Each day feels like three and the ups and downs are intense. Many want to run away (that's why they take away your passport), and for those of you who are wondering whether it's not some kind of cultish brainwash, let me assure you that it is.
Continuous silence punctuated only by the gong (the signal for us to shuffle back and forth from the meditation hall to our cells) and Mr. Goenka's endless repetitions of "anicha, anicha, anichaaaaaa..." (a reminder of the impermanence of all things) left me considering the brainwash factor in depth. And I became quite sure that it was, in fact, brainwash. What I was not sure about was whether this was necessarily a bad thing.
When the course concluded, we gathered outside the centre and prepared for the bus ride back to town. Ten days of silence left us all a bit disoriented by the madness of an Indian environment, and when someone remarked on the overwhelming barrage of advertisements and billboards, it finally occurred to me why the vipassana brainwash was somehow acceptable.
The first thirty years of my life were spent being brainwashed by television, newspapers and advertisements in the US. So if I want to spend ten days being reprogrammed to accept the impermanence of all things, to react with equanimity in all circumstances, this is at least brainwash that I choose. When I finally got rid of my television in 2002, it was my subconscious way of rejecting the cultural brainwash around me. Participating in vipassana today is a conscious way to reprogram myself in a new way. Let's face it, it's all brainwash.
Bathing With 20-90 Million of Your Favorite Hindu Monks: It's Kumbha Mela!
Need I say more? Today is Makarasankranti and marks the most important day of the most important holy gathering in the world, centered less than 30km from Rishikesh and taking place once in every twelve years. Estimates of between 20 and 90 million babas will congregate here to bathe in Mother Ganga. Something about the surface of the sun that is presently facing the world producing a certain quality of radiation that is infusing the Ganga with prana energy (radiation) means those who bathe in its frigid waters today will reap great benefits, perhaps instant enlightenment or instant death, which is possibly the same thing. I am preparing mentally for my own bath approximately one hour from now.
Tomorrow, the 15th of January, is another auspicious occasion requiring Ganga bath. It's a solar
"Didiksha," the practice of bearing extreme heat or cold, is another masochistic spiritual practice that I've been engaged in for the last eight months. After three Ganga baths in the throes of winter, don't be surprised if I book a train for the lovely beaches of Karnataka in the near future...
Whether death awaits me this year or fifty years from now, the epitaph is already written: "It was never boring."
Sending my love and best wishes for a peaceful year.
Hari Om,
LMA
Postscript: For my fellow masochists or those who are just curious, there are several vipassana centers in the US, including one in Northfork, California, about five hours from Los Angeles.
Late Update:
Wow...from the reaction I've received, it's quite clear that I completely failed to express myself...guess that's what I get for forcing myself to write when the words just don't come.
First, I apologise for alarming everyone, but I assure you that I am not dead. Quite the opposite in fact. And no, I haven't stopped laughing! I have removed the offending passages so they will not cause any further, unnecessary concern. If it is at all possible, I will try to re-write them for clarity in the near future.
How is it that when I am desperately struggling, my pleas for help go unanswered. But when I am in fact doing quite well, moving forward and (finally!) building strength from the inside, people are suddenly sad and concerned? What have I missed?
7 Comments:
Of all that you are relinquishing, please not your laughter.....
Please.
MB
RE: What have I missed?
..you missed that people are not necessarly "moving foward" in the right direction. That when someone close his eyes, nobody can help anymore. And that those who cares will want to guide you before it's too late.
d, :)
Don't give up on CHEESE!!!
N.
*laugh* nice! *laugh*
yes, self-control and self-discipline comes not just easy,or from nothing,its a verry verry hard and long prozess of learning and fighting against the own devil who whispers you in your ear again and again: "just give up". even if someone crosses your way to tell you that self-control and self-discipline is NOT good for you. youself know how much power, time and patience it took to learn these skills. and everybody who dont want to value this on me,"can go where the sun will never shine"!
The Saxon
Dear "d":
Thanks for the insightful comments...I take them to heart.
Dear "N": I vow to never, EVER, give up eating cheese!! In fact, I had some this very morning on my toast. And I'm quite sure my next flight will be back to La Terre du Fromage... :)
xoxo
LMA
Dear LMA, thank you for this posting. Getting "stuck" when trying to convey thoughts into words can, if we persevere, lead us to carve deeper channels of thought, or new channels of thought in previously unexplored territory. It can be a frustrating but very rewarding process.
This posting made me revisit an old thread of thought I had about "brain washing". "Brain washing" as opposed to brainwashing. Now that's an interesting phrase.
The dictionary meaning of brainwashing is where there is an unethical manipulator and a manipulated.
But I know what you're saying. If you take the meanings of the two words separately, "brain washing", the concept of washing your own brain is a nice image (like laundry day in your trusty bucket!*). The important thing is what you are washing your brain with, what you are washing out of it, and your attitude to the process.
We all can be just as careless with what we feed our brain (e.g. junk television) as what we feed our stomachs (e.g. junk food). This is because we all have the wonderful gift of free choice, and free choice can be used unwisely. The wise use free choice with discrimination. We can choose what we put into our brain and, fortunately, we can choose what we "clean out".
The brain is a tool (the most wondrous tool), and ideally all tools should be maintained "fit for purpose". They work best that way.
* isn't it amazing how dirty the bucket water gets! Where does all that dirt come from?
(this comment was added here in honour of your love for the humble asterisk...).
Love and prayers,
A
P.S. I missed your original unedited posting. Would love to know what you said that got such a strong reaction from people!
"How is it when I am desperately struggling, my pleas go unanswered..."
Not true. We are listening carefully and with love and concern.
That's why you must be very careful with your words. We don't have your sweet little face and demeanor to help us decipher the text.
Please be gentle with us.
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