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Traildogs, Trailheads of the Heart, Han-shan & Shih-te & John Muir

Part I   Introduction

Spent 14 days in the wilderness of the High Sierra country–Yosemite to be more specific, the land of John Muir, the Range of Light. Some time back I wrote about a previous experience here, so this will be a revisiting.

Yosemite Valley is one of the most spectacular places in the whole world. Its awesome beauty is beyond all description. However….the crowds there are also beyond most anything you will experience unless you make it a habit of large urban rush hour congestion. Best to go there in the winter when the crowds have radically diminished. All you need is camping gear that can handle the cold weather.

So it was the High Country for me, and away from the crowds. I camped at Tuolumne Meadows Campground at over 8000 ft. The campground was full but it was marvelous how quiet it was. John Muir was right–it feels like a church up there. There is a sense of a Presence–though very few would admit they were aware of any such thing, and most people there talk in quiet tones. Most everyone seems more peaceful and thoughtful. In this forest of giant pine trees, among the grand cliffs and snowy mountain peaks, you intuit a sense that there is much more here than just “here.” (However, if it were up to me I would have everyone turn in their cell phones, Tablets and Pads at the entrance. But I suppose the young people would be totally discombobulated!!)

Like in all human activity, there are quite a lot of different kinds of people in the High Country with very different reasons for being there. For example, one early morning I was sitting at Tenaya Lake, this pristine High Sierra lake that is easy to reach because of Tioga Road. This was one of John Muir’s favorite lakes, and it is stunning in its beauty, its clarity, its surrounding cliffs. After a few hours there, a bus load of German tourists appeared. They got off the bus all with cameras, took their pictures, and off they went back on the bus and onto the next stop. This is a common occurrence–more often it is just a small group in a car. Even so….I am sure that somehow someone’s heart is touched by the reality he/she witnesses and it is not just a moment of “capturing” an image for a collection of experiences.

Needless to say the campers also come in all “shades and flavors”–all kinds of reasons for being there. Most stay 3 or 4 nights and take in the beauty of the place by hiking the innumerable trails. But regardless who they are and what reason brought them here, the wilderness speaks to them. She speaks in a language that to most is incomprehensible yet very soothing, inviting, peaceful, calling them home to their own heart. I think many intuit this but are unable to put it in words what it is they experience. They feel this inarticulate peace upon which they perhaps do not even stop to reflect.

Part II Trails, Trailheads of the Heart, & Traildogs

 

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Trails there are here!! So many and such variety that whatever be one’s inclinations or capability, there will be a trail for you. There are the modest day-hike trails of 2 to 6 miles in length. Then there are the more challenging overnight hikes of 10 to 40 miles where you sleep in the wilds. These take you into the remote backcountry of the High Sierra where you might not see anyone for several days. These require some backpacking skills and gear, but the rewards are enormous. Then, of course, there are the Great Trails–I mean the John Muir Trail (the JMT) and the Pacific Crest Trail (the PCT). The latter runs from the border of Mexico to the border of Canada. What a journey!! The JMT may be one of the top most beautiful trails in the whole world. Tuolumne Meadows is a starting point for the JMT (and it terminates at Mt Whitney in the Southern Sierra), and it is a rest and resupply point for the PCT. There’s a store here and a post office where many long distance hikers send packages to themselves to pick up when they finally reach this point. I talked to a young couple who were starting off again after 2 days rest. They had started at the beginning of April at the Mexican Border. They were not even half way done!

What I find fascinating is that all these trails become a beautiful, physical metaphor/symbol of the spiritual journey–indeed some call it a path. I am not one to say that all such trails lead eventually to the same place. I prefer to think: THAT is to be determined “later.” However, what is key is to be on that trail that leads to the Heart where you and I and God are One. No duality of any kind. Just the joy and ecstatic play within this Oneness. Even if the words pointing at this Reality are different on different trails, the important thing is to be on one of these trails. A good part of every spiritual journey is to find the “Trailhead to the Heart.”
Now just as with campers and people in general who come to Yosemite, the hikers also do their hiking for a myriad of reasons and motivations. (Indeed people come to monastic life for such a variety of reasons, and the whole point of growth in monastic life is to shed all the false reasons and find that one true quest buried in the heart.) There are those who take up these trails–especially the JMT and the PCT–as a kind of challenge, something to prove to themselves or to others, another “conquest” to add to their list (or resume), another credential to show “who they are,” etc. As a matter of fact, I read a mountaineer lament that Everest has been beset with these kind of people also–usually well-off who can pay $50 to $60 thousand dollars to get a guide to take them to the top to satisfy their ego.

But many, many hikers hit these trails, the short and the long, because they are drawn by the beauty of the wilderness, by what She speaks to their hearts. Some of those on the long trails speak of a transformative experience. Their sense of self and who they are and their vision of the world changes by the time they finish the long journey. Then there are the few “Traildogs,” people–both men and women–who seem to live on the trail. They have in a sense become one with the trail. They leave the trail only to resupply and then off they go. The trail is not a means to an end, an instrument for some goal; another experience alongside a collection of some such “adventures.” They somehow get around the “permit limitations” that the National Park Service and the Forest Service puts on them for they seldom seem to leave these trails. I met one remarkable such Traildog, a woman of about 70, who stays in Fresno during the winter months and then during the Spring to Fall she is in the mountains with only a backpack. I think she buys food with her social security check. She had the face of an ancient Chinese sage or one of those Native Americans so eloquently photographed by Edward Curtis.

And here let us conclude this section with a word from Edward Abbey:

“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above your clouds.”

Part III The Wilderness Speaks

Earlier I had said that the wilderness “speaks” to us all, whether we can understand her or not. Actually I think it would be more accurate to say “she sings” to us. It is like hearing a beautiful, haunting music from far-off and a song whose words most of us can’t make out. But it gathers our attention peacefully and totally, enveloping us with a serene sense of Presence. From Han-shan to John Muir, there have been these sensitive souls who are attuned to that music. Once you are within that song you realize that actually there is no “inside” or “outside”; there is only the Presence. And your heart and your very being become manifest as one with the song. To be better prepared for what the Wilderness sings to you, I would recommend meditating first on Merton’s poetic work, “Hagia Sophia.”

Part IV Han-shan & Shih-te & John Muir

I brought a number of things to read when I went camping in the High Country. I had Shankara, the Upanishads, the New Testament, and Abhishiktananda’s “The Further Shore.” I also had the complete poems of Han-shan, Cold Mountain, translated by Red Pine (Bill Porter). But interestingly enough I couldn’t get into anything else except Han-shan. All else seemed too wordy, and somehow nothing seemed to resonate with the wilderness more than Han-shan. So I kept company with him during my whole stay. Just went “with the Flow” as a good Taoist!!

For those who don’t him, Han-shan is a most remarkable fellow who seems to have lived in China in the late Tang Period, around the 8th Century. We don’t know too much about him because he hid his identity very well. He seems to have been a “somebody” in upper Chinese society, a learned man and a scholar, a government official early in life. But at a certain point he “flees” all this–either out of necessity (some scholars believe he had to flee for his life) or out of utter disillusionment. In any case he ends up in one of the remote areas of ancient China, living in a cave as a hermit. In this regard he reminds one of the Christian Desert Father Arsenius who had been a “somebody” in ancient Rome and fled all that.

What is striking is that Han-shan never became an official monk, never entered a monastery, never had a spiritual teacher as such(in that regard he is even more “stark” than Milarepa who did have a spiritual teacher at least). He shows a great awareness of the Buddhist and Taoist Classics, and his spiritual path is a typically Chinese amalgam of the two paths. He wrote over 300 poems/songs, short pithy things showing great poetic skill that of course cannot be captured in translation. What is amazing is that this obscure, lonely figure is one of China’s most popular figures(he is also revered in Korea and Japan).

 

As I said, Han-shan was never officially a monk, but he often visited a monastery that was about a 2-day hike from his cave. There he had a very good friend, Shih-te who was his equal in spiritual maturity but not quite the poet that Han-shan was. Shih-te was also not a monk but a layworker in the monastery kitchen. Amazing how often that happens and where you will find the deepest people….!! In any case, Shih-te would give Han-shan some food and supplies to take back to his cave, and the two would have these great poetic conversations and constantly laughing and having a good time together. In later Chinese art they are often depicted together.

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Han-shan’s name can be translated into English as “Cold Mountain.” Whenever you see that reference in his poem, it actually has three meanings. First of all, of course, it refers to that geographic location of the cave–its name was and still is today: Cold Mountain. Then that term refers to his hermit identity. We don’t know what his name was in Chinese society, but now his new identity is indicated by that term: Cold Mountain. Finally, and more subtly, “Cold Mountain” refers to Han-shan’s state of mind, his awareness, his heart.

So let us begin by listening first to one of Shih-te’s few poems(all translations by Red Pine):

Woods and springs make me smile

no kitchen smoke for miles

clouds rise up from rocky ridges

cascades tumble down

a gibbon’s cry marks the Way

a tiger’s roar transcends mankind

pine wind sighs so softly

birds discuss singsong

I walk the winding streams

and climb the peaks alone

sometimes I sit on a boulder

or lie and gaze at trailing vines

but when I see a distant town

all I hear is noise

 

 

This is very much in keeping with the spirit of John Muir but written a 1000 years before him. Han-shan also has that keen sense for the wilderness, a sensitivity to its beauty, and a definite preference for it as opposed to so-called civilization. So here’s a few of my favorite reads of Han-shan while I too was in the wilds:

 

Towering cliffs were the home I chose

bird trails beyond human tracks

what does my yard contain

white clouds clinging to dark rocks

every year I’ve lived here

I’ve seen the seasons change

all you owners of tripods and bells

what good are empty names

 

Comment: Of course the “tripods and bells” refers to both ritual religion and economic well-being.

 

 

Looking for a refuge

Cold Mountain will keep you safe

a faint wind stirs dark pines

come closer the sound gets better

below them sits a grey-haired man

chanting Taoist texts

ten years unable to return

he forgot the way he came

 

Comment: Remember that every reference to “Cold Mountain” has three referents.

 

 

People ask the way to Cold Mountain

but roads don’t reach Cold Mountain

in summer the ice doesn’t melt

and the morning fog is too dense

how did someone like me arrive

our minds are not the same

if they were the same

you would be here

 

 

Comment: Very similar sentiments in a very different cultural and geographic setting by the Desert Fathers of Scetis.

 

 

Who takes the Cold Mountain Road

takes a road that never ends

the rivers are long and piled with rocks

the streams are wide and choked with grass

it’s not the rain that makes the moss slick

and it’s not the wind that makes the pines moan

who can get past the tangles of the world

and sit with me in the clouds

 

 

 

The layered bloom of hills and streams

kingfisher shades beneath rose-colored clouds

mountain mist soaks my cotton bandana

dew penetrates my palm-bark coat

on my feet are traveling shoes

my hand holds an old vine staff

again I gaze beyond the dusty world

what more could I want in that land of dreams

 

Comment: Both of the above poems illustrate Han-shan’s sensitivity toward the wilderness and his kinship with John Muir. Indeed, Muir himself could have written these words as he was living in Yosemite.

 

 

My true home is on Cold Mountain

perched among cliffs beyond the reach of trouble

images leave no trace when they vanish

I roam the whole universe from here

lights and shadows flash across my mind

not one dharma appears before me

since I found the magic pearl

I can go anywhere everywhere is perfect

Comment: Interesting image of the “pearl”—it appears several times in his poems and of course it refers to his realization of his “Original Mind,” his Buddhahood, his enlightenment. The Gospel also uses this image of the pearl: recall the Pearl of Great Price which someone who wants it needs to give everything he has and is to obtain it.

 

 

 

I recently hiked to a temple in the clouds

and met some Taoist priests

their star caps and moon capes askew

I asked them the art of transcendence

they said it was beyond compare

and called it the peerless power

the elixir meanwhile was the secret of the gods

and they were waiting for a crane at death

or some said they’d ride off on a fish

afterwards I thought this through

and concluded they were all fools

look at an arrow shot into the sky

how quickly it falls back to earth

even if they could become immortals

they would be like cemetery ghosts

meanwhile the moon of our mind shines bright

how can phenomena compare

as for the key to immortality

within ourselves is the chief of spirits

don’t follow Lords of the Yellow Turban

persisting in idiocy holding onto doubts

 

 

Comment: Han-shan was critical of the established religion in China which was mainly Taoism but also the complacent Buddhist monasticism of his time. Already the Taoism of the Tang Period was slipping into decadence and corruption, into a kind of magical superstition and a search for personal immortality that was no more than a perpetuation of the ego-self through some kind of “deus ex machina” process. Instead, Han-shan is always pointing at the luminous Self that you already are—that’s all that matters.

 

 

 

On Cold Mountain Road

no one arrives

those who walk it

are called ten names

cicadas sing

crows don’t screech

yellow leaves fall

white clouds sweep

rocks are huge

I live here alone

I’m called the Guide

look around

what are my signs

 

Comment: According to Red Pine, the “ten names” refers to the ten titles that each Buddha has. “Cicadas” are hermits; “crows” are the regular monks. According to the Buddha, the whole earth preaches the Dharma.

 

 

I’ve always loved friends of the Way

friends of the Way I’ve always held dear

meeting a traveler with a silent spring

or greeting a guest talking Zen

talking of the unseen on a moonlight night

searching for truth until dawn

when ten thousand reasons disappear

and we finally see who we are

 

 

Comment: One of the very attractive features of Han-shan is that he never presents himself as a Teacher or Guru or Wise Man. He is always “with you,” a fellow seeker and searcher.

 

 

And finally let us conclude with a bit from John Muir:

  

“I am often asked if I am not lonesome on my solitary excursions. It seems so self-evident that one cannot be lonesome where everything is wild and beautiful and busy and steeped with God that the question is hard to answer—seems silly.”

 

 

In June of 1869 he concluded his account of one of his early forays into the High Country, and he sums up how I felt at the end of this June:

 

“And so this memorable month ends, a stream of beauty unmeasured, no more to be sectioned off by almanac arithmetic than sun radiance…a peaceful, joyful stream of beauty…Looking back through the stillness and romantic, enchanting

Beauty and peace of the camp grove, this June seems the greatest of all the months of my life, the most truly, divinely free, boundless like eternity, immortal…one smooth, pure, wild glow of Heaven’s Love, never to be blotted or

blurred by anything past or to come.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

David Foster Wallace

A most remarkable young man with a tragic ending. A writer of great talent who may have developed into one of America’s truly great writers and visionaries. (I personally was not a fan of his writing but I admire talent—and especially a deep, thoughtful heart– wherever it may be found.) At this time I just want to focus on one moment of his short life: a commencement address he gave at Kenyon College in 2005. It is almost a legendary commencement address by now. He did not speak in platitudes or in the usual clichés thrown at graduating seniors. His surprising theme: the key to living a compassionate life. Not the usual topic for a commencement address. Here I would like to touch on some issues that he raises and try to connect these to our own spiritual journey and even to our own religious institutions.

The first point of advice he gives to the young graduates: Ruthlessly question your own beliefs and assumptions. In some respects this sounds like an intellectual cliché, but he is pushing it into areas of life that people are not comfortable with. This from a piece on Wallace in the Huffington Post:

“Wallace is quick to dismantle our preconceived notions about the liberal arts cliche that education “teaches you how to think,” and makes it the goal of his discussion to illuminate what this platitude really means. And it’s not just about critical thinking or the ability to analyze or argue well.

An important part of truly learning how to think, he says, is becoming “just a little less arrogant” — having some awareness of how little we actually know, and behaving accordingly.

“To have just a little critical awareness about myself and my certainties,” Wallace explains. “Because a huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. I have learned this the hard way, as I predict you graduates will, too.”

“I don’t know” can be a very profound position in life! We are all little tyrants of certainties that are anything but that, but alas our egos require certainty as one of its credentials. There is a built-in arrogance in the self-centered vision that we all normally carry about. So something maybe does come along and shakes this up a bit and knocks some of that arrogance off. The ancient Greek tragedians already had an inkling that knowledge (which they loved) easily brings hubris and arrogance, and it is only suffering that brings wisdom(and they knew that from experience!) Now by this we do not mean to put “ignorance” on a pedestal or laud a perpetual invocation to everyday agnosticism. If you are designing a bridge, please do get it right! “I don’t know” will NOT do! No, what we are talking about is more like the human dilemma of being human, of talking about the things that matter most to our hearts, of that which relates us to each other and to that Ultimate Reality which speaks to our hearts. Yes, certitude and real knowledge can be found even here, but it will only be on the other side of a Great Divide that is usually only crossed at great cost, in the giving of one’s whole self, in the embrace of both life and death, through unspeakable suffering. So this “certitude” and this “knowledge” will be so different from what usually passes as such in this world that it will almost be unrecognizable—but it will be marked by a profound humility, it’s only clear sign.

Now we can push our line of pondering in yet another direction: what if we apply these same words to our collective personas, our nation and our church. The United States of America and the Catholic Church are two institutions that especially live wanting to “breathe certainty” in all they say and all they do. This inevitably leads to a hubristic posture with sad and even tragic consequences. But the ability of an institution to question its own assumptions and beliefs and the language it uses to convey these is limited by the ability of its members to do that on an individual basis within their own lives. So the usual thing is that they come to accept that institutional certainty as totally natural and a true state of affairs and so nothing changes.

The next point Wallace raises: Growing is a movement from narcissism to connection. Here is the HuffPo writer on this: “We live and think from a completely self-centered place, says Wallace — and of course, it’s natural to perceive all things relative to ourselves. This is the way we automatically engage with the world — self-centeredness is our “default setting.” A very monastic perspective. A very Buddhist notion. Here again is Wallace: “”It’s a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default setting which is to be deeply and literally self-centered and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self.” Each of the great spiritual traditions wants to take us on this journey from narcissism to connection, but it is clear that our society and social order as a whole works totally against that kind of growth. So this is heavy medicine for these young graduates, who are so at home with the connections that their electronic gadgets bring but who for the most part are very much unprepared for the deeper connections of life that require a real self-sacrifice.

Then Wallace makes this point: Stay present and open. Here he is very Buddhist. Here again from the HuffPo article:

“Wallace’s address touched upon an ancient truth: The mind is naturally unruly, and if we are to live with a sense of freedom and peacefulness, we must take some measures to gain control over it. Wallace quotes the old cliche, “The mind is an excellent servant but a terrible master.”

‘It is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive,’ says Wallace, ‘instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head.’”

Wallace further makes the point that for true compassion true attentiveness is necessary. But we live in a culture and society that values distractions, that wants to keep us distracted by creating false needs and fantasy images. At the very end of his address Wallace puts it very succinctly and very cogently: “The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.”

He makes one other point that may make some people very uneasy and be easily misunderstood by many others. He says simply: Create your own meaning. What does he intend by this statement? He is referring not to simple everyday meanings but to the “Big Picture” of our life. In a sense we have a choice, like in the Life of Pi, what story will we accept and live by. But he takes an especially sharp turn with these words: “You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t. You get to decide what to worship.”

“In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles — is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.”

Indeed! Good advice and not only to young graduates from a beautiful person. Sad that David Foster Wallace was later overrun by mental illness and is no longer with us. His luminous words stand out and still speak to us and his presence is with us wherever any small act of love takes place, unnoticed and unrewarded, but marking again and again that the darkness cannot overcome the Light.

 

 

 

 

Doing the Natural Thing

In our culture and in our age the word “natural” has taken on a kind of secular sacredness. If something is deemed as “natural” then it is undoubtedly “good”; but do we ever question what exactly do we mean by “natural.” This quality is attributed to food, to lifestyles, to personalities, to talents—there was a movie several decades ago about a very talented baseball player entitled “The Natural.” Ever since Rousseau one goal of human life in society is articulated as to maximize what it is to be “natural.” Anything that restricts “naturalness” is then considered negatively. And yes some people have given a lot of thought to the meaning of “naturalness” but often it gets articulated in terms of “human fulfillment.” Like that old Army slogan: Be All You Can Be. Well, now I have a little story from India—I think it comes from the Gandhi circle but its real origins I am not sure of—which raises the notion of “natural” to a whole new level. I am sure some of you have seen/heard this story before, but it’s worth bringing it out every once in a while to ponder its deep truth—lest we forget:

 

One day a sannyasi was sitting on the bank of a river silently repeating his mantra. A scorpion fell from a nearby tree in to the river. The sannyasi seeing it struggling in the water, bent over and pulled him out and set him back in the tree, but as he did so the creature bit him on the hand. He paid no heed to the bite, and went back to repeating his mantra. This happened two more times and each time the scorpion bit him on the hand and he went back to his mantra.

As this happened a villager, ignorant of the ways of holy men, had come to the river for water and had seen the whole affair. Unable to contain himself any longer he asked the sannyasi. “Swamiji, I have seen you save that foolish scorpion several times now and each time he has bitten you. Why not let him go?” “Brother,” replied the sannyasi, “the scorpion cannot help himself. It is in his nature to bite.”

“Agreed,” answered the villager. “But knowing this, why don’t you avoid him?” “Ah, brother,” replied the sannyasi, “you see, I cannot help myself either. I am a human being; it is my nature to save.

 

This story goes very deep, and it would be a mistake to think you have a “handle” on the truth buried within it. But maybe we can create a bit of a rudimentary map that at least can point one in the right direction in unearthing this truth. So first of all it needs to be said that this story is not to be used as a kind of rationalization in order to endure a lot of unjust suffering that others may inflict. It is not an invitation to a “holy masochism.” In fact it is not even about suffering at all. The bite from the scorpion and the pain from that bite are merely ancillary elements that open up the question of our “nature.” Like I said before, society presents us with a lot of answers, images, ideals, models, etc. to explain to us what our “nature” is all about, what is the “natural thing” to do in every situation. And most of the time this involves a kind of expansion of our ego self, an invitation to self-aggrandizement, a maximizing of pleasure and a minimizing of pain, even of discomfort, a true “magnificat of consumerism.” At other times we are urged to simply “be natural,” “to go with the flow”—New Agers interpret Taoism and sometimes Zen that way, and it couldn’t be more wrong!

 

Note that there are three actors on this stage: a sannyasi, a householder who is “ignorant of the ways of holy men,” and a scorpion. The sannyasi is the one who truly knows the situation, meaning he has an insight into his own nature, who he really is—he says he is “a human being,” but that still leaves the question of what it means to be human. The sannyasi ultimately answers that question. The quiet reason for this “knowledge” is that the sannyasi is totally focused on God, repeating his mantra. By definition as it were the sannyasi is totally stripped of everything else, no other concerns except being present to the Divine Presence and it is this which enables him to act from the core of his being, not from a surface level of self-concern, self-preoccupation, self-aggrandizement. He is able to act from the clarity within him—the Christian Desert Fathers used to call this “purity of heart.” And because of that inner clarity all his actions express his true being, “who he is, his nature,” with great transparency.

 

Now the villager is put there in contrast, as one who is preoccupied with everyday matters. He is not portrayed as someone who is “bad,” just as someone who does not have the same clarity of vision and that’s because of his mundane concerns. Think of it this way: most people live their lives at a stimulus-response mode of being, meaning whatever the stimulus is kind of determines what the response will be. If the stimulus is painful/hurtful (physically or psychologically or socially) then the response is either self-protection or aggression as a form of self-preservation. If the stimulus is pleasureable/beneficial, well, the response is appropriately welcoming. Now of course stimuli are constantly coming at us and we constantly respond, but what we are talking about is a life that is totally determined by these stimuli. So life is lived within this “map” of “gains” and “losses” and everyone expects you to maximize your gains and minimize your losses. This is pretty much life in society, more or less; and to be liberated from being limited and restricted to this mode of life is the authentic function of true asceticism.   And so coming back to our story, our villager then is seeing the action of this sannyasi and the situation from this mode of vision in contrast to the sannyasi. (By the way, an obvious implication of what I am saying above is that the stimulus-response mode of being is NOT expressive of our real nature, what it means to be “natural,” etc., but this is exactly what many, many people think and believe in.)

 

Now what is it exactly that the sannyasi and the villager actually see? A scorpion, a creature which has a very painful bite in order to protect itself as an act of self-preservation. The scorpion falls from a branch into the water of a river and begins to drown. The story does not explicitly say this but only implies it: the villager would not be so foolish as to reach out and lift the scorpion out of the water because the result would surely be a very painful bite. The story passes no blame on the villager; he is only doing and saying the sensible thing. That is your everyday life on that level of being. You touch something hot, you drop it. But there is another level of being where your actions flow not simply or solely from the determinisms of a stimulus, but out of the unspeakable freedom that is at the core of your being. The sannyasi says that he has “no choice” about this action but this is not in contradiction to the freedom I mention. Your nature is not a matter of self-creation, a matter of various choices and decisions as our modern ideology holds—advertising says that the more choices you have the better off you are. But our life is not really about that kind of freedom; rather it is a matter of self-discovery of who you are, of the Divine Mystery abiding at the core of your being, and this allows you then the true freedom to act without counting the so-called cost of this action. This manifests your true “nature” and makes your actions “natural.”

 

When the villager tells the sannyasi, “Let him go,” that is a euphemism for urging him to let the scorpion drown. The cost of saving the scorpion is extreme pain, so why bother to save this nasty creature? The sannyasi reaches out to save this scorpion, not out of some “super willpower,” or “heroic action,” but simply because that is a manifestation of who he truly is in his utter freedom. And the action is repeated three times for emphasis. And the result is the pain of the bite each time, suffering. So it is inevitable that we return to this reality. While it is true that this story is not about suffering or an invitation to be passive toward it, the story nevertheless does open up a vision of how intimate the reality of suffering may be to manifesting our true nature. Suffering and “being natural” are not usually put together but there may come a time and a place where the two are one!! A true non-dualism!! The great Islamic mystic and Sufi, al-Hallaj, put it in an even more radical way: “Happiness comes from God, but Suffering is God!”

 

Well we have come a long way with this story by now, but we have not yet touched the key line when the sannyasi says, “My nature is to save.” But this is a participation in the very action of God who is the one who truly “saves” each and every moment of our being from collapsing into sheer nothingness. So once more we return to the theme of this story: the sannyasi’s “saving” manifests the Reality of God—this is what he means by “my nature”– for it is only God who can truly “save”;and so we discover that at the core of our self our so-called “nature” is to be found only in the Divine Mystery which manifests itself in every breath we take and in every action that flows from that unspeakable freedom to “be God” no matter the cost. One final thought to ponder: Is this sannyasi not a marvelous manifestation of the meaning of Jesus Christ in the Gospels?

 

 

 

 

 

Robert de Nobili, Matteo Ricci, Dorothy Day, Oscar Romero, Thomas Merton, Abhishiktananda, ………Canonization

Canonization has been in the news lately. The Catholic Church has proclaimed two of its recent popes as officially “saints.” To be given that status means at least three things: 1. This person can be prayed to as an “intercessor” for you with God. Like having a friend in the mayor’s office, or the governor’s office, or the White House! 2. This person can be held up as a role model for Christian life within the Catholic Church. 3. This person is certified by the Church as truly being “in heaven,” no question about that. Canonization is not supposed to be a kind of “lifetime achievement award,” like they give in certain enterprises for exceptional performance in a particular field over a lifetime. Canonization is rather supposed to involve heroic virtue, even martyrdom and certainly overcoming great obstacles in the name of the faith. Now in this latest canonization of the two popes there is more of this flavor of a lifetime achievement award, even a kind of ideological slant to this whole thing. One pope, John XXIII, is credited with waking the Church up from its Post-Tridentine slumber, while the other pope, John Paul II, is generally seen as one who put the brakes on a Church that seemed to conservatives changing too fast and too much. JP II, or now Saint John Paul II, is the icon of ecclesial steadfastness and doctrinal fixity and hierarchical privilege. In canonizing these two men the official church has “thrown a bone” to both sides of the church: the conservative and the liberal. But in my opinion this was a mistake.

Let me put it this way: I was born a Catholic, raised a Catholic, educated in Catholic schools, trained in theology in a Catholic seminary, immersed in Catholic monastic tradition, but I am in profound disagreement with this whole canonization thing, not just this latest manifestation. Actually if this process had any merit, the Church would be canonizing some of the people I listed in the title above, but I doubt if any of these will make it! (Actually there are several thousand in this strange “Investigative Stage”—some for a century or more with no results, while these two were canonized almost “immediately.”) No matter, but let me first go over some general ground about this canonization process and “official saints.” First of all, there is this whole thing of “intercessors”—and what does that mean? Think about it. Why do you need intercessors before God? That very notion seems to make the Reality of God far removed, so separate from you, so distant that you need this “bridge” to reach God. That is actually so wrong. There is no “distance” between you and God. There is nothing and no one more intimate to you than God. In fact, it could easily be said that any saint is more “distant” from you than the Reality of God. To focus on “intercessors” is to make the Reality of God somehow far in some way, whether it’s stated explicitly like that or not. Listen to Catholic prayers, go into a Catholic church, and you will witness this insistent evocation of “intercession.” Very odd really. I know, the Church will quote Tradition and Biblical texts to show the validity of turning to intercessors(actually in the scriptural language of the Semitic-Hellenic world “go-betweens” were always an essential part of social life so that even the reality of Jesus is presented as a kind of “intercession” for us with the Father—Abhishiktananda often pointed this out as something of a handicap when it came to presenting Christian experience to India), but I suspect all this rationalization is there because the truly mystical experience of the Reality of God is simply NOT emphasized or taught by the Church as an everyday experience of every man, woman and child in the world. This may seem like overstating the case, but having intercessors serves the institutional Church more than saying that everyone has immediate relationality to God without any separation. It serves the institution to have someone there between you and God. It is also framing both theology and spirituality, both the notion of God and the notion of Church within a kind of “monarchical” imagery. The “monarch” is so far “up” and “beyond” that you need these various mediators.

Let’s approach the above topic from another direction. Do you know why Islam spread like wildfire a thousand years ago and even today it is still the fastest growing religion? History books will tell you that a thousand years ago the Arabs were the best and fiercest warriors and Islam advanced on this wave of war. There is a certain truth to that but this doesn’t explain the extreme attraction of Islam in this world so structured on “go-betweens” and status. The fact is that Islam was so simple and so direct. It taught that there is no one and nothing between you and God, no matter who you are. There is no priest, no institution between you and God. This was and still is an extremely simple and attractive message, and when lived out authentically, very beautiful and profound. So the notion of “intercession” is downplayed in Islam and in Christian mysticism also simply because it is the immediate Presence of God which is what is sought.

Now there is an aspect of all this that requires more nuance. That is the notion of “praying for someone.” This makes it seem like you are some kind of intercessor, as if God needed some persuading to be benevolent to someone in need, etc. Even at its crudest level this is, I am afraid, all too common in both pop religiosity and also among priests and religious. How often I have heard the expression and the call “to storm heaven’s gates” with our prayers for this or that cause. Petitionary prayer does have a true validity and a real role in our lives, but not in this sense that God is “far off,” “far away,” “needing persuasion,” needing a kind of nudge to act on someone’s behalf, but rather petitionary prayer at its essence is simply our desire to participate in God’s Love for that person, in God’s Care for that situation. It allows us to participate in that Love in a very mysterious and intimate way.  Petitionary prayer is also simply another aspect of all prayer in that it is primarily for the benefit of the one praying in that it turns the mind and heart of that person toward the ever-present Reality of God.

Now the next thing to discuss is this thing of saints as “role models.” This is not nearly as problematic as this “intercessor” thing, but it does present some important issues to clarify. The notion of “role model,” the notion that we can learn from another person’s life is of course perfectly true. This is especially true in the pursuit of holiness, in the journey toward a real knowledge of God. A spiritual father or a guru plays this kind of role for some people. But here you have a living guidance given to meet a particular condition and situation of the person. Remember that holiness is always a very personal, very unique and individual manifestation. That’s why in fact no two saints seem alike! They always reflect the conditions of their time, their place, their situation. And that’s why it is either superficial or hazardous to “imitate” saints because how God is manifest in your life and being may not at all be what the case was for your favorite saint. Now one can draw a kind of inspiration from such a person and apply that to your own life, but as “role models,” well, that has a very limited applicability.

But there is another more troublesome side to this “role model” thing. So the Church presents her official saints as some kind of role models for the faithful. At first glance there seems to be an enormous variety of lifestyles and conditions and expressions of holiness. But that is not quite the case. Almost all of these “official saints” are either priests or religious. Lay people are almost totally absent! There are a few exceptions, but they are outnumbered a 100 to 1!   Is the Church saying that you cannot attain this kind of sanctity if you are a layperson? Interesting….exactly what are they saying? Furthermore, there is generally a certain ideological slant to the person chosen to be “certified” as a saint. It is almost never a person who has “rocked the church boat” as it were, or someone who has some “blemish” on their record. As if the “Good Thief” nailed to the cross next to Jesus or Peter in his utter betrayal could not be considered as candidates for sainthood in this kind of atmosphere. Or consider the great Desert Father, Abba Moses, who had been a robber and had committed murder as a young man but who became one of the holiest figures of primordial Christian monasticism.  But consider some of the names I have in the title: Thomas Merton for example. Why not hold him up as a true role model, not only for monks, but for everyone who seeks a contemplative life and deep prayer. But he may have “rocked the proverbial boat” a bit too much, not sticking to writing pious tracts like early in his monastic life. Later in his monastic life he began writing against the policies of the U.S. Government! Then again there is not a single theological error in his serious writings that pertain to Church Doctrine and he never flaunted disobedience to the Church, yet here we are, with no one caring to canonize him a saint. Could it also be because he had fathered a child in wedlock as a young man and later on in life he had fallen in love with a woman while living as a monk? Not quite a role model, eh? Some conservatives would say that he lacked “heroic virtue”—whatever they mean by that.

Or consider now the example of Dorothy Day. You would think that she would be a perfect candidate for this kind of status. She was a loyal daughter of the Church, totally dedicated to the poor, and a person of deep piety and revered by thousands. Alas, she also “rocked the boat” in our social order calling for an end to capitalism, the death sentence, and all our wars. She was friend and supporter of many dissidents and “problem people” like the Berrigan Brothers, and so many others who practiced civil disobedience. There was also the matter that she too had a pregnancy before marriage as a young woman, and I am not sure but I think she also had an abortion. About this latter thing she never hid that or excused it. She confessed and begged for God’s Mercy. And I think she was a truly holy person. Or consider Archbishop Romero. A man who came from a truly conservative background, even connected to Opus Dei, but who converted to a deep care for God’s poor ones in his native El Salvador. He spoke out against the death squads that roamed the countryside to silence anyone who spoke up for the poor. These were called “communists” and killed. Romero himself was shot dead while saying Mass. I would say that is a true martyrdom which would normally mean automatic raising to the status of “saint.” Indeed the Vatican formally opened the process of investigation for beatification and eventual canonization but it has been over 30 years since his death and still no result. How much “investigation” does it take? John Paul was dead less than 10 years and he is rushed into canonization. Interesting. You see I think there are political and ideological reasons for why someone gets this “saint” title—it is not always for a “saintly” life. And why someone else is denied this title who actually may merit it and is denied for the same political and ideological reasons. The canonization process has always been a mild mechanism of control and influence for the institutional church.

Or now consider the example of Robert de Nobili and Matteo Ricci, two Jesuits from centuries ago who pioneered a completely different Christian presence in India and China from what was the usual institutional thing. Remarkably enough, in that theological climate of the Post-Tridentine Church, these two men had the foresight, and the insight and the courage to recognize that Christianity had to be expressed in the cultural and intellectual terms of these cultures, not that of Europe. This was centuries before Abhishiktananda! De Nobili was a Jesuit who dressed as a sannyasi and learned both Sanskrit and Tamil. He shaved his head, except for a tuft, became a vegetarian and teetotaller, began wearing sandalwood paste on his forehead, donned saffron robes and clogs, and wore the three-string thread which he said represented the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, the Holy Trinity. As a “Teacher of Wisdom” he began his journey through a part of India preaching Christian thought in Vedic terms even as peers in the Church condemned him in the loudest terms. The pope did not condemn him but he was held in suspicion, and his way was shut down after his death to a large extent. Now of course it can be pointed out that he did possibly make some serious mistakes, like in addressing his Christian message only to the Brahmin caste. But the Jesuits then and for centuries had this idea that if you convert the upper classes first, they would transform society in a beneficial way for the poor. This was of course total bunk, but these people really believed in that. So it is not surprising that Indian Catholics today are not altogether enthusiastic about De Nobili because the young Indian theologians are strongly into liberation theology and take a different tack from De Nobili. But he is still someone you can learn from if you are going into another culture and want to “translate” Christianity into other terms. This would also hold true for Ricci. But strangely enough the process of beatification and canonization has been open for both men for centuries! You wonder if there will ever be a Saint Robert de Nobili. No need even to go into the case of Abhishiktananda!! I think that both he and Merton would be totally shocked and disapproving if you had suggested to them that one day they would be called “saints.” I think they would have laughed at such recognition by the official church.

Now to return to this recent canonization. It is very puzzling until you recognize its ideological slant. This does not seem to be the case for John XXIII, but it certainly looks that way for John Paul II. Otherwise it is hard to explain this action. The main problem is that John Paul II appears to be the main pope for “sweeping under the carpet” the child abuse cases when they began to really come out into the open in the 1980s and then exploded in the ‘90s. He had this extremely high theological notion of the institutional church and of the priesthood, so high that he would not tolerate any kind of dissent or of anyone speaking critically of these. He would not tolerate any theological explorations either. In part this was due to his young days in Poland where the Church was under constant attack by the Communist Regime. He never outgrew this. So his papacy was a real mixture of some truly positive and outstanding achievements and also at the same time some truly blind and shameful things. Among them was the infamous episode with the Legionaires of Christ. Their founder was a truly debauched priest who sexually molested both boys and girls and who lived extravagantly. But he was also a staunch “defender of the faith,” of the church, of the pope, and so he was highly favored in the Vatican and with John Paul II. So when reports of his debauched life began to come out into the open, this priest had plenty of defenders in the Vatican and even with JP II. The voices of his victims were not listened to; the voice of this sick man prevailed. There has been a lot written about this in recent years, but the Vatican of course (and Pope Francis) insists that JPII did not really know the real nature of this man. That’s very funny because the Vatican usually does such a thorough job of investigating its “targets.” There was a whole book written about this Legionnaires of Mary mess, but a nice short summary was presented by Maureen Dowd in an Op-ed piece in the New York Times—here is the link to that:

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/23/opinion/dowd-a-saint-he-aint.html?hp&rref=opinion&_r=0

And if you want to get a more complete picture of how horrible this was, please Google “Frontline” “Secrets of the Vatican”—an investigative story on one of PBS’s premier programs. You can either watch the whole program or just read the script. It is an eye-opener!

So why was John Paul II canonized? The man had some very serious flaws and made some major mistakes that were not abstract ideas but caused suffering to many people. The Vatican will of course deny all this and never admit that JPII had any flaws. In fact official church myth never presents the saints in anything but “perfected” pictures. Yes, it may admit that the person had to have some “conversion dynamic” in his/her life but once that took hold they were practically “flawless.” This of course is not true for any so-called saint. Like I mentioned earlier, Peter had this very dark moment of betrayal (and Dante put such people in the very pit of hell—the very worst thing you could ever do is betray someone who depended on you). And then there was the Good Thief, certainly not a paragon of heroic virtue! I would be inclined to actually overlook the mistakes and flaws in JP II if in fact he had that moment of self-knowledge and admission that he HAD made terrible mistakes and begged for God’s forgiveness. And a person who “sins” can not only be forgiven but become an exemplar of real holiness—like Dorothy Day and Thomas Merton.   And because JPII’s mistakes were so public and so defined the lives of so many people, this admission needed to be public, not just in the confessional. It would have been so refreshing to see a pope admitting to mistakes. But alas it didn’t happen. And so inspite of the million people who came to Rome to “endorse” the canonization, I for one join with Maureen Dowd in saying, “A Saint, He Ain’t.”

 

 

Movies and the Spiritual Life

Get out the popcorn,“Monk’s Way, Sannyasi Way, Human Way” goes to the movies!  There’s a couple of movies I would like to talk about, but first let us consider movies in general as relating to the spiritual journey.  At the deeper levels of the spiritual life it must be said that things like movies are purely a diversion and a distraction and can simply get in the way.  At the deepest level it won’t really matter but there is a bit of a journey before one gets there.  But mostly it is like all of societal life, a feeble substitute for what the spiritual life opens up for us.  Go out into the midst of society, into the streets, the stores, the homes, the gathering places and look and listen to what people are doing and saying and what they are concerned about and what interests them; and you will find it’s all Plato’s Cave.  Recall: a group of people trapped in a deep, dark cave, sitting facing a wall watching the shadows dancing on the wall cast by a fire behind them.  They believe these shadows are reality.  This was Plato’s comment on our condition.  Very apt still, perhaps even more so.  The shadows are simply more technically sophisticated, but they are still shadows.  If one person happens to liberate himself and make it out of this dark cave and emerge into the sunlight, he/she will then see Reality and if that person goes back to tell his/her fellow “prisoners” about this, he will not be believed.  There is no other reality for these people.  Such is the condition of most of societal life, and it is easy to see this if you just look around you.  Thus the spiritual journey is very difficult in the midst of society, and thus so many who have gotten a sense that there is way out of this cave tend to remove themselves to a certain degree from “business as usual” society.

 

Movies more often than not are simply just another aspect of this “life in the cave of shadows.”  But there is one significant difference.  Before one reaches the deeper levels of the spiritual life when in fact you should just simply put away such diversions, some movies—very few, but some—can give you a sense of what is deeper than the mere surface reality.  There are movies that can indicate that there is more to “here” than this “cave of shadows.”  That is a true function of all great art, and some movies can play the same role.  Now some people might point out that there is this thing called “religious movies.”  What they mean are movies whose very content is emphatically and clearly “very religious”–Biblical movies for example.   With very few exceptions these are to be avoided at all costs(like a lot of religious art)!!  These are mostly the products of very distorted hearts  which project their distortions onto the movie screen.  Of course the whole process starts by a profound misreading of the Biblical text (which is problematic in itself and not as fundamentalists claim: “the truth, nothing but the truth, the whole truth”!) as if it were history or science or biography and then taking that narrative and using it as a vehicle for their own distortions.  Actually Christianity and Judaism have done a lot of that long before there were movies, but now we are talking about movies.  There are a few notable exceptions, and one would be Pasolini’s Gospel of Matthew which was done in the early ‘60s and is still very timely and not out of date.   For many, this movie was a surprise because Pasolini was an unbeliever, a homosexual and a Marxist—so this quiet, poetic, austere, ultrasimple presentation of Jesus in the simple unembellished words of the Gospel came as a total surprise.  Pasolini wanted to make a move about Jesus truthfully, and he used the Gospel of Matthew as his script.  So actually it is very faithful to the Gospel text in a very unusual way—you see the words in a representation of how that world would have looked and sounded.  It is done in the style of Italian neorealism with no established big actors in any role.  He used “real people.” This was not to be some distorted pious holy-card world.    A remarkable portrayal of Jesus that you usually don’t meet in Church!   Also this is not the “mystic Jesus” of Abhishiktananda, for example; nor the Risen Christ of true Christian theology; but it was and still is a very important aspect of Jesus’s life, this portrayal of a gritty, poor Jesus who is not “soft and meek” but a champion of the underclass.  Not someone who simply comes to rubber-stamp your own desires for success, especially if you are rich.  So a movie like this can serve a good purpose if it leads you to question a kind of surface piety and starts you searching for something deeper. A good religious movie can be a launching point for “spiritual depth” but not necessarily so and certainly not very often either.

 

Now most Biblical movies, whether you call them religious or not, are actually a block to any real spirituality.  Like I said, they are mostly a misreading and misrepresentation of the Biblical text and its many problems and difficulties in interpretation and on top of that they become projections of the moviemakers own distortions which in turn feeds on the distortions of the movie viewers.  (In that regard movies are only carrying on what fundamentalist ministers, priests and rabbis have been doing for centuries.)  A very good example of that is the new movie “Noah.”  A truly horrible movie.   It shows a gross misunderstanding of that Biblical story and furthermore it adds all kinds of elements to “enhance” the story making it simply another Hollywood disaster flick of which there have been many in recent years (one wonders what is going on in our collective unconscious!).  I was curious what some movie reviewers did with that movie and what kind of impact it might have, so I consulted one reviewer and what I found confirmed my worst fears and expectations.  This was written by Bob Grimm, and I will quote extensively:  “I did my share of Bible reading when I was a kid and teen.  In fact, I read it multiple times from cover to cover….  Of all the literature I read as an impressionable youth, none was more violent and more insane than the Bible.  Actually, I will go as far as to say the Bible is the sickest book ever written when it comes to death and destruction.  If you count the predicted Apocalypse, the whole world dies more than once in that particular piece of literature.  That’s a huge body count.  Whether you are religious or not, the Bible is, no doubt, a pretty sweet platform for over-the-top cinema.  With “Noah”, director Darren Aronfsky has concocted a totally crazy, darkly nasty disaster film befitting those few pages in the book of Genesis.”  And so on…!

 

But there are “spiritual movies” that are not at all at first glance religious or spiritual, certainly not “Biblical,” and these are the ones which are the most interesting, have the deepest impact and bring us to the edge of a real spiritual journey.  I would like to consider two such movies.  The first one is the “Life of Pi,” an award winning movie with an incredible story and very popular both because of the inherent interest in the unusual story and remarkable photography, and also something much deeper….  It is a truly spiritual movie but not in an obvious way—even though it has quite a few overt references to religion in it.  It is a truly spiritual movie in a way that probably makes conservative, orthodox believers in all religions feel a bit uncomfortable even if they don’t quite get the real point of the story.

 

So what do we make of the “Life of Pi”?  It is an incredible tale of survival of a young Indian man by the name of Piscine Molitor Patel—shortened to Pi.  A would-be writer visits him in his adult home in Canada and requests to hear his strange story of survival.  Pi tells him his whole life story from his childhood.  He asks the writer if he believes in God.  The question is not irrelevant because the whole childhood of Pi is enveloped by the “story of God.”  The writer professes a kind of agnosticism, so Pi tells him that one needs a story to introduce one to the reality of God.  And each and every religion presents a kind of story that introduces one to that Reality.  Pi of course begins his life with the “story” of Hinduism in the person of Krishna, but he is a young man with an open and deep heart (and monks would say, a pure heart) so he is open to learning the other great stories that lead to God.  And so when he learns about Christ he is deeply puzzled and troubled but drawn deeper and deeper into that story.  Then comes the story of Islam.  He takes on each story without abandoning the previous one.  His father chides him about that.  His father is committed to the “story” of science and rationalism.  It is a powerful story that makes things happen, where you control the world, etc.  His father is not interested in any other story.   So this is the first part of the movie and sets the stage for what is to come.

The next part is what most people get interested in—this incredible tale of survival on a large lifeboat with a wild tiger in the middle of the Pacific.  He spends months on this lifeboat with this tiger and a few other animals that get eaten early on.  Pi has quite a few adventures during these months at sea, but when he is finally rescued and the investigators come to talk to him about the shipwreck that killed everyone, including his family, they do not believe his story—it is so incredible.  Thus he begins to tell them a story that they might believe, a very rational, logical but grim account of how his family and a few crew members fought against each other for survival and the use of the few survival resources.  So the investigators are left to believe or to accept either story—they have a choice between these two stories.  At first they choose the obvious, the more rational story that fits their limits of understanding and imagination.  It makes “sense” within their limited perspective.  But it turns out that ultimately they write down the “incredible tiger story” as the true explanation of what happened.  They choose the more wondrous story.  And then Pi asks his visitor, “which  story of the two do you prefer?”  And the young writer also says, the one with the tiger.  And Pi then gives the main line in the whole movie: “And so it is with God.”  The young writer is struggling with his unbelief, with his agnosticism, but Pi points out to him that he is not compelled to believe anything, but of the stories he has heard, the various ones about God and the logical rational scientific one, of these which one would he prefer as the “ground story” of this world, the basis of it all.   The writer does not answer but you can see the smile on his face, a smile of relief.  So, first of all faith is not compulsion and there is no “proof” of anything in the spiritual world.  What we have is a different explanation for the meaning of it all, and that is a start.  But then, and this is what makes the conservative movie viewer very uneasy, the movie seems to be saying that all “stories of God” lead to God.  Here too you have a choice—no compulsion—you will NOT have made a mistake if you choose the “wrong one.”  There is no wrong choice.  Pi somehow absorbs all the stories of God into himself even as he seems to be an Indian Christian.  How can he do that? How can he hold in his heart the “story” of Hinduism, the “story” of Christianity, and the “story” of Islam all at the same time?  God is a Reality so far beyond any story that this Reality is totally beyond our understanding, but we Christians find that we best approach this Reality through the person of Jesus; but that doesn’t mean that we cannot at the same time learn much from the stories of Islam and Hinduism and others and approach God with the greatest intimacy through these stories.     So this is a movie that opens one on a long spiritual journey which transcends the logical rational world both of science and of theology.

 

Finally there is another movie I would like to consider, one that is even less “religious” than the “Life of Pi.”  This is a short little piece called “Return to Balance: A Climber’s Journey.”  This is not a major movie but a small production that you can probably pick up at your local library on a DVD.  It features world-class rock climber Ron Kauk and it is set in Yosemite.  The movie has no explicit talk of God, of religion, of spirituality, etc., but it is a deeply spiritual movie with a fundamental tone of Taoism and Native American spirituality.  First of all just the scenery itself evokes “something wonderful” underlying all our lives.  It is a beauty and an evocation right from the Chinese Taoist and Buddhist scroll paintings.  It is a picture of a world that Han-shan knew quite well.  And then there is the story of Ron Kauk.  He began his young climbing life in a very competitive spirit, in attempts to “conquer” the mountain, in impressing people, etc.  But climbing turned out to be a spiritual path that transformed his heart.  Now he dwells in the wilds and on the rock walls in a way that very few can appreciate.  He is in a very different space now than where he began, and that’s a true sign of a spiritual journey.  He uses that word “connected” a lot in this movie.  I thought of all those young people in our cities who are constantly texting trying to feel connected, and here is a man who is so deeply connected that they have not a clue about this reality.  “Connectedness” does not come from some gadget but from the heart.  Anyway, this is a very simple, understated movie with few words and no “special effects,” but one with a deeply penetrating insight into the real need of your heart.

The Homeless Christ

In the past few months there have been several news stories about this piece of sculpture by the Canadian sculptor, Timothy Schmalz.  The title of this work of art is “The Homeless Jesus,” and it depicts a figure lying on a park bench all wrapped in a cloak or blanket of sorts, all covered, even the head, so you can’t tell who the figure is except that the feet are partially sticking out and you can see the marks of crucified legs, the nail-scarred feet.  You can see the photo of this sculpture in the news stories that I link to below.

As you can well imagine this work of religious art shook up a lot of people.  This is not a depiction of Jesus like on the holy cards, Easter Greetings, Hollywood movies, etc.  This is not a Jesus that the “Gospel of prosperity” people can even begin to recognize.  Not even the baroque Crucified Christ found in many Catholic Churches disturbs as much as this vision—for the baroque image is often surrounded by a plethora of gold and decorations and seems strangely “removed” and distant from peoples’ everyday struggles and suffering.  This is the Homeless One we see every day.  In fact Schmalz was inspired by seeing a homeless person sleeping on a park bench.  A subtle but important point is that there is enough room on the park bench for you to sit down next to it.  It is not “enshrined” on some altar.

 

Schmalz offered the sculpture to two Catholic cathedrals: St. Michael’s in Toronto and St. Patrick’s in New York City.  Both churches turned it down because it was “unsuitable.”  Indeed!  This is not the image of Jesus that fits their “comfort zone” perhaps!  The sculpture finally found its place in front of Regis College, the Jesuit theologate associated with the University of Toronto.    And Pope Francis apparently has blessed an image of this sculpture.  But there is even more to this story.  Somehow a small Episcopal church in North Carolina acquired a replica of this sculpture as a gift and the pastor put it in front of his church, and that has caused a bit of a controversy.  The church is St. Alban’s in Davidson, a very upscale parish in a small college town, Davidson College, a very liberal parish from all indications.  But the image is a bit too much for some of the parishioners.  One of them called it “creepy” and “macabre.”  Another was just patronizing saying that “it reminds us of those who are not as fortunate as we are.”  Truly!  I hope it does more than that!

Here are the links to two news stories and images of the sculpture:

http://www.religionnews.com/2014/03/12/homeless-jesus-provokes-debate-means-christian/

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/15/jesus-the-homeless-sculpture-rejected-catholic-churches_n_3085584.html

 

Now I would like to share some reflections that this sculpture invites us to.  Like any true work of art, it can take us in several different directions and touch us at several different levels of our heart and mind—seemingly all at the same time also!

 

  1. It feels embarrassing to say this because it is so obvious but the sculpture is a radical indictment of the inhumanity of a socioeconomic system that allows this kind of homelessness.  We live in a world that has almost become numb to such human degradation and cruelty.  Whether it be war and famine or being driven out as a refugee, whether it be financial disaster, or whether it be even personal failing and personal weakness, whatever be the cause, no society can be said to be just and humane and civilized that allows such human suffering.  And the solution is of course not the proverbial soup kitchen or overnight shelter—these are merely there to keep someone alive for the moment—but the solution lies in a real and deep revising of our great social priorities and our own way of life.
  2. Now all this is on the socioeconomic level, but there is naturally the underlying foundation for all this which is religious and spiritual.  Many churches favor and encourage “acts of charity”—like the soup kitchen, etc—but few address the actual problem that causes such an attack on the children of God.  And if they do it usually is in some bland generic form like “greed.”  All the large religious institutions are not known for their prophetic voice!  So one thinks of some of the Old Testament prophets and their sharp words, their call for a kind of “deconstruction” of the social structures that oppressed the poor.  Of course the solution lies much deeper even than that.  One has to turn to the Gospels to even begin to get there.  Consider the parable that Jesus tells about Lazarus (Luke 16: 19-31):

“There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores……”

The parable points to “chasms” that we create in the way we view our fellow human beings—the chasm of a kind of “duality” as Abhishiktananda would put it, where we and “our brother” are two, not one—and the social consequences of that are disastrous.  And this “chasm” that we put between ourselves and our brother is the very same chasm that we then put between ourselves and God.  We live within this delusion of “twoness” with really bad consequences.  This is at the heart of the Gospel message.

 

  1.  But now that we have entered the spiritual and religious significance of this sculpture, let us push even further.  It is clear that the homeless one is of special significance with regard to the Reality of God.  Of course this kind of suffering draws the infinite mercy and compassion of God into special attendance as it were.  But there is more to this.  The homeless one is also a special manifestation of that Ultimate Reality we call God.  The great paradox and mystery is that when we truly see this homeless one we see something of that Ultimate Mystery or we see “into it,” or into its depths.  Thus there are people who deliberately and voluntarily take on this state of being homeless, take on this burden.  Because in it they are immersed in the manifestation of the Divine Mystery. They embrace a true homelessness, physical and/or psychological/spiritual because they are One with the One who is Absolute Homelessness because nothing can be that limitation for the Absolute Reality which is called “home.”  They embrace their namelessness because they are one with the Absolutely Nameless One.  Jesus called him “Father,” “abba,” but this is only an indication of intimate relationality, of infinite closeness.  But there is no name for this Reality.  It is beyond all Names and all limitations, all homes, because in effect this Reality is “all in all.”  Their heart cries out for this Reality and only this Reality.  There is no other home for them but homelessness.  In some cultures, like India, the homeless one is culturally supported in a sense because he has a recognizable “place” within the social cosmos.  This is of course the profound reality of sannyasa.  In Old Russia there was the phenomenon of The Pilgrim.  Then there are people who are simply thrown into this homelessness not out of choice, but then they find within it that Reality which makes them not want to leave it; they find not dereliction but blessedness.  It is as if within homelessness they discover their true home–examples would be the Western saints, Benedict Joseph Labre or Alexius of Rome.  There is one other religious paradigm of chosen homelessness that we need to look at: in ancient Syria, at the beginnings of Christianity.

 

  1.  In early Christianity, in Syria, about the 2nd Century, there arose a vision of being a disciple of Christ that made homelessness a norm, not an exception.  It was a radical Christianity to say the least.  Radical in its asceticism; radical in its demands for being a “true Christian.”  Baptism was an extremely profound moment, and from that moment when you came out of the water (like in the initiation into sannyasa) you became a homeless wandering monk.  We will have to ponder this Syriac Christianity at some point later, but for now let us just focus on this point.  Baptism meant a kind of uprooting at various levels of your being.  By the way, its radical nature meant that for all practical purposes many put off being baptized until they felt they were “ready” to take this step.  To be sure, when you were baptized you did not simply go home and pick up your life as before.  Gabriele Winkler, a scholar of early Christianity, puts it this way(after having quoted a poem by Tagore to illustrate a similar sentiment):  “In the Gospel Jesus invites those who have this great power of love to stake all they have, and having staked their last penny, to stake themselves—here we find ourselves at the heart of early Syrian asceticism.  The ‘game of undoing’ finds its equivalent in Jesus’ challenge to become utterly uprooted and newly grounded.  Such radical poverty means: 1. Uprootedness from any comfort, let alone wealth; 2. Uprootedness from past origins and present ties; 3. Uprootedness from whatever could be considered as home or familiar surroundings; 4. Uprootedness from the essence of the ‘I’.  These four conditions are particularly emphasized in Luke”(which comes from Syria).  In both Luke 9:58 and Matthew 8:20 we find those overly familiar words to whose radical nature we have become numb: “Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head.”  A would-be disciple has just told Jesus that he will follow him, and Jesus basically tells him that this will entail utter homelessness.  We hear no more of that would-be disciple.

 

  1. Consider this then.  What does “home” mean?  What does it mean to be “at home,” or to “have a home.”  It is an “address” of some kind, a part of an identity-making mechanism that is constantly churning:  I am this…I am that….  And multiplied a thousand times with statements and actions that society will recognize and approve.  Having a home means one has some handle on this process, one is in control, one is thoroughly integrated in the mechanisms of society.   To be homeless is then to be “lost” in a sense.  To be homeless is also to be nameless.  You really become almost invisible to the larger society—unless of course you are culturally “marked” as homeless and given that as your identity.   The sculpture of the homeless one is almost without identity—we cannot even see his face; there is just the lump of a covered body, with the scarred feet sticking out.  The only credentials the Homeless One has are the marks of the Crucifixion.  It is striking that this Ultimate Reality which we call God would choose that as his only identity among us.  We need to see that.

 

  1.  But, furthermore, “home” means a “comfort zone” of sorts.  This seems to be a basic human need.    It’s a very deep satisfaction that we seek, but ultimately it is a satisfaction we never quite reach—and some expend much money and much effort to reach that “comfort zone” in the illusion that lavish houses, power and praise, possessions, etc. will produce that “comfort zone” of being.  The great fact and the great paradox is that at the core of our being we are truly and profoundly homeless in the sense that nothing of that which is out there—wealth, power, sex, possessions, credentials, etc.—nothing will render our self as being “at home” within itself as this limited isolated self always feeling desire for this or that. (Buddhism speaks eloquently about that.)  Our true home is the Reality of God, the Ultimate Mystery, the Absolute Reality.  The Great Paradox and the Great Mystery is that the Christ who manifests this Absolute Reality has identified himself with the homeless ones to the extent that they and he are not “two” but “one” (“Whatsoever you do to the least…..you do to me.”) And this sacrament of non-duality invites us to discover and to plunge into the true and profound homelessness of our own hearts and to accept it because it is His Homelessness which is out paradoxical abode.  And then we discover our true namelessness because it is also His Namelessness.   Oneness beyond oneness.   Only the truly homeless will ever be at home in this cosmos.  Only the nameless one will really know who he/she truly is.

 

 

 

 

The Catholic Thing

Being a Catholic means that you have a rich and complex heritage to draw on in order to understand the spiritual and mystical path. It’s only sad that so many Catholics don’t seem to realize that or else keep it “in the closet” as it were as if it were meant only for the formal religious, like monks. The “Catholic Thing” has too often been seen only in terms of works of charity and institutions that aid people and moral teachings. Even the Dalai Lama has pointed out how he admires Christians and Catholics for their emphasis on education. This is what stands out, not the mysticism. Abhishiktananda lamented that fact, and he said that the Church badly needed to rediscover its mystical teaching without of course throwing out the other stuff.

Given all that, however, I am going to take a look at another aspect of the “Catholic Thing,” a more problematic aspect. Being Catholic also means having to admit that Catholic leadership has not always been what it should be, to put it mildly. It has ranged from petty and cowardly all the way to corrupt and decadent. Futhermore, for some reason the “Catholic Thing” has almost always been to side with the most conservative/reactionary elements of every society. “Good citizenship” in this pseudo-Catholic view means not “rocking the boat,” not questioning what your government does, not questioning authority really, because if you start to question government authority you just might end up also questioning church authority. Oh yes, there are notable exceptions, but they are, alas, exceptions. And the present pope does seem to be a decent person but it remains to be seen how much of what he says is PR image-building and how much real change will take place.

Consider now this example. Three Catholic radicals—yes, there are such folk!—were so troubled by the presence of nuclear weapons that they took the time to trespass on military grounds, write peace graffiti or pour blood on something or other, and voice their total disapproval of this reality. This was a mild but prophetic action. The government was not amused by this action, and the lead person of this threesome, an 84-year-old nun, an old hand at nuclear protests, was sentenced to almost 3 years in prison. The absurdity of this is almost understandable when you look at our government, but the response of the rest of the Catholic community is just plain shameful. Here is a very succinct analysis of what is wrong by Michael Gallagher, a former soldier, a former Jesuit seminarian, and a peace activist:

http://truth-out.org/news/item/22489-a-moral-blind-spot-the-catholic-establishment-and-the-y-2-nuclear-protest

I must add a personal note to this. I was doing my theology studies in Berkeley at the time when the Bishops’ peace pastoral came out, “The Challenge of Peace.” I was also working with a Pax Christi group at the time, and I remember the initial excitement of that moment when we saw a copy of the first draft that took the first little steps in really challenging the American government in its militarism. We thought our church had found its voice. But, alas, John Paul II was getting support from the Reagan Administration with regard to Poland, and JPII reciprocated with cracking down on Liberation Theology in Latin America and putting pressure on the American bishops not to challenge the Administration. So the subsequent drafts and the final edition was a very lukewarm, vague, inconsequential “tsk-tsk” on nuclear weapons. The bishops should have listened to that final address by former President Eisenhower on the “military-industrial complex” instead of to John Paul II, but, hey, he is going to get canonized, so what can you say. In any case, I don’t think Pax Christi ever recovered from that moment, and Catholic liberals are generally unable to “rock any boat” whatsoever. Note, since then, has there been ANY real vocal “Catholic Protest” against the first Gulf War, the Iraq War, the Afghanistan War, the drone killings, the torture, etc? Is anybody out there!? Compare any bishop with Senator Bernie Sanders of Vermont and see who is an example of moral leadership.

Now for something rather different. Here is a piece sent to me by a friend. Written by an active Jesuit living in a Jesuit community of theology students and professors—and Jesuits from all over the Third World.

Global Catholicism: The Church is Changing, But Not How We Might Think

The gist of this discussion is that “the church is changing.” Ok, I have been hearing this since the late 1960s, and of course there is a lot of truth in this latest version of that assertion. The current Pope is up to something, but it remains to be seen how really deep that “change” will be in the long run—or will it be more like the “change” that Obama talked about. In any case, let us hope that the “Catholic Thing” becomes a program of real change instead of that old Carthusian saying: “never reformed because never deformed.”

So this young Jesuit is suddenly surprised to discover that his fellow Jesuits from the Third World have different agendas and different concerns than the American ones. His conclusion is that there is a profound shift taking place that puts the concerns and dynamics of the Third World more at the center of the “Catholic Thing.” Actually some of what he said was a bit annoying in that I heard that same stuff way back in the 1980s when I was studying theology—we were always talking about the new presence of the Third World in the Church and how to respond to all its problems—thus the interest in Liberation Theology. So I am kind of surprised myself to see someone “discovering” this now. If this Jesuit is discovering this only now, what happened to obscure that fact from his eyes the last couple of decades. But anyway lets see what he means—there is definitely a discernible shift in emphasis on the part of the present Pope. And the shift is toward the Third World and toward a different kind of presence in the Third World. Now let me point out some problems in this article and also some key positive points:

a. It is perfectly ok that each area of the Church has its own concerns and problems because the different cultural and economic and social conditions will produce different problems and different solutions even if there may be a general theological unity underlying these problems. In any case the European Church and the American Church need not feel guilty about having very different issues than say the Church in Africa. Here poverty may not be the big issue(at least in comparison to the Third World kind of poverty) but rather women’s roles, contraception and sexual ethics, divorced Catholics—the kind of things that reveal our present situation. Of course there are also issues that are prevalent in both areas of the world, like the problem of clericalism and clergy-lay tensions. The main thing this article wants to say, I guess, is that the Euro/American issues should not dominate the Church’s vision and concerns. And considering the demographic changes in the Church’s composition, in the fact that by 2050 4 out of 5 Catholics will be “Third World Catholics,” well, that dominance is just about over.

b. One thing that bothers me about this piece is that this young Jesuit is too sanguine about this “turn toward the Third World” that the Church is engaging in. Actually that may introduce or bring up a whole new set of problems that are not “politically correct” to talk about. In too many places in the Third World the laity are much more conservative, more authority-oriented, less critical than their counterparts in Europe or the U.S. The priest is a real authority figure and they live within a framework of simple devotionalism and popular religiosity that is not always healthy or edifying or liberating. (You see this in many parishes in the U.S. where immigrants are becoming the dominant population. They give the priests and bishops the “numbers” and the congregation is much more tuned in to clerical authoritarianism.) When bishops started talking about the Third World as the “future” of the Church decades ago, I became suspicious that this was the real reason behind that—at least in some cases.—a more pliant and unquestioning laity. For example, the push for greater women’s roles in the Church would be unheard of in many Third World settings because culturally speaking women are more prone to be considered “second-class.” Another example: I heard from a Jesuit scholar of Hindu literature that the average Indian Catholic has no interest in dialoguing with Hinduism or in learning what treasures their Indian religious and spiritual heritage holds. More Westerners are interested in that than Indians! Too many Asian Catholics reject their ancient religious traditions with a certain zeal—often this is done because becoming Catholic means a step-up socially. So the “turn” to the Third World on the part of the Church needs to be done with a certain level of awareness, not embraced uncritically, and not as a way of avoiding the issues brought to the surface in the U.S. and in Europe.

c. Now for something very positive. Our Jesuit quotes a statement of the Japanese Bishops from 2 decades ago as they were trying to influence the heart and vision of John Paul II’s view of evangelization in Asia. Here is what they said:
“If we stress too much that ‘Jesus Christ is the one and only savior,’ we can have no dialogue, common living or solidarity with other religions. The church, learning from the ‘kenosis’ of Jesus Christ, should be humble and open its heart to other religions to deepen its understanding of the mystery of Christ.”

Of course they were rebuffed. But what’s interesting is that Abhishiktananda said very similar things back in the 1960s. And the key terms here are the “kenosis of Jesus Christ” and the “mystery of Christ.” If the Church believes it has a handle on the Mystery of Christ, then it will approach other religions only as a “teacher” and never as a “learner.” The Church coming to the great religious traditions of the Third World, and especially Asia, needs to become a “learner”—as Abhishiktananda often pointed out. India and Advaita had much to teach, and not just more concepts, but a profound experience of God. But for this to happen the Church also has to truly enter the kenosis of Christ, a true self-emptying of its privileged Western conceptual structures and social structures, to truly become “poor with the poor.” And here Pope Francis has some words that move in the right direction when he tells us that in the new evangelism “proselytism is solemn nonsense… we need to get to know each other, listen to each other and improve our knowledge of the world around us.” With Good Friday right around the corner, it is good to reflect on the meaning and the significance of the kenosis of Christ both for ourselves as individuals and for our Church, which does claim to be the “Body of Christ.”

Hermitess

This is a story of two women hermits, separated by great geographical distance,  but fairly close in time, and very close in spirit and attitude and orientation.  This is also a story of two persons who overcame the misogyny of their cultures, secular and religious, and lived out their transcendent calling to light our path to the Absolute Reality which is the ground of our being.

 

The first one to be considered is Orgyan Chokyi, a Tibetan Buddhist nun and a hermitess.  The dates given for her are 1675 – 1729.  There are many remarkable facts about this person, but two just for starters: she actually wrote an autobiography—how unusual and amazing that is for a hermit and a woman in that setting to do so, and then most amazing of all the manuscript was lost until it was discovered in a Tibetan Buddhist monastery sometime around 1990 and recently translated.  Otherwise we would not know anything about her! The Life of Orgyan Chokyi is translated into English with commentary in Himalayan Hermitess: The Life of a Tibetan Buddhist Nun, by Kurtis R. Schaeffer

 

So she was born in 1675 in a remote area of the Himalayas, which today is in the North East part of Nepal.  It was a hard life in an arid and rocky terrain, depending on herding for a livelihood (she herded goats); and with the ever-present possibility of warfare, violence, famine, disease, and enforced labor.  The religious culture of the institutional lamas formed a kind of religious elite, but popular religiosity (as always and everywhere—including Christianity) was also very prevalent with its many “sacred figures”, magic, and varied superstitions.  But for our purposes the key characteristic was the misogyny of the culture, so true of many traditional cultures and carried over into modern society in many hidden ways.  This misogyny is then incorporated into religious doctrine and “poisons the well” of each and every religion: Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Judaism, etc.  With both religion and culture telling women that they are in fact inferior, they then in turn internalize this and accept it as real and true.  In Buddhism there was a tendency to see liberation as for men only, and so a woman had to “become a man” as it were in order to achieve liberation.  The same kind of thing you saw happening in the Egyptian desert among the early Christian desert monks, for whom praise for a woman hermit consisted in claiming she had finally “become a man” or was equal now to a man.  Femaleness in and of itself was never regarded as a “divine manifestation” or a bearer of “absolute reality.”  It’s with this as a background that you need to come to this remarkable woman hermit.

This is from a description of the book by the publisher:

Himalayan Hermitess  is a vivid account of the life and times of a Buddhist nun living on the borderlands of Tibetan culture. Orgyan Chokyi  spent her life in Dolpo, the highest inhabited region of the Nepal Himalayas. Illiterate and expressly forbidden by her master to write her own life story, Orgyan Chokyi received divine inspiration, defied tradition, and composed one of the most engaging autobiographies of the Tibetan literary tradition.
The Life of Orgyan Chokyi is the oldest known autobiography authored by a Tibetan woman, and thus holds a critical place in both Tibetan and Buddhist literature. In it she tells of the sufferings of her youth, the struggle to escape menial labor and become a hermitess, her dreams and visionary experiences, her relationships with other nuns, the painstaking work of contemplative practice, and her hard-won social autonomy and high-mountain solitude. In process it develops a compelling vision of the relation between gender, the body, and suffering from a female Buddhist practitioner’s perspective.
Part One of Himalayan Hermitess presents a religious history of Orgyan Chokyi’s Himalayan world, the Life of Orgyan Chokyi as a work of literature, its portrayal of sorrow and joy, its perspectives on suffering and gender, as well as the diverse religious practices found throughout the work. Part Two offers a full translation of the Life of Orgyan Chokyi. Based almost entirely upon Tibetan documents never before translated, Himalayan Hermitess is an accessible introduction to Buddhism in the premodern Himalayas.”

 

There is also this review of the book in a journal of Tibetan Studies:

 

http://www.thlib.org/collections/texts/jiats/#!jiats=/02/rev_schaeffer/

 

Now the book itself might not be everyone’s cup of tea in that it is a long and scholarly tome—the actual autobiography is only about 60 pages long while most of the book is about the Tibetan background and history of this period.  At least a couple of Amazon reviewers were disenchanted by what they found—too scholarly I guess.  But there is a lovely summary of the whole book and the Life part especially in Hermitary and here is the link to that:

 

http://www.hermitary.com/articles/orgyan_chokyi.html

 

I think the Hermitary summary at the end is just about perfect:

“The Life of Orgyan Chokyi testifies to an arduous path toward solitude. We witness the rigors of spiritual practice culminating in eremitism, a pattern analogous to early Christian practice. The translator points out other analogies with women spiritual figures in the West.  Regardless of doctrinal discouragement, Orgyan Chokyi persisted in the methods of meditation, fully conscious of her suffering and her status as a woman. The example of her perseverance encourages the reader to understand that our circumstances and environment, however strong their negative influence, are distinct from mind and consciousness. That any one person could overcome the circumstances of culture, society, family, and institutionalism is an inspiration to the human spirit.”


 

The other hermitess that we will discuss is Sarah Bishop.  She is closer to us in place and time, but actually probably more mysterious in that we have very little information about her.  She was born about two decades before the American Revolution in what is now the State of New York, Long Island I believe.  During the Revolutionary War British soldiers burned her house down, killed her family and kidnapped her and raped her.  She eventually escaped them but never returned to “normal” human society but lived in the woods as a hermitess somewhere on the border of New York and Connecticut.  At first, as you can well imagine, it was probably simply the trauma and nightmare of her experience with the British soldiers that drove her into this solitude, but eventually this solitude proved to be healing and it then  transformed her life into something transcending all the usual human categories and designations and limitations.  It must be remembered that rape is primarily a brutal crime of domination and degradation of the female by the male, and it is toward this wound that her solitude was a healing and an overcoming.

 

For almost three decades she lived in the woods with a shallow cave as her home.  People from the nearby town accepted her in her mysterious presence but had no explanation for what she was about.  Here we have several accounts from some contemporaries of hers who happened to have met her in the woods and later wrote about it:

 

http://www.sarahbishop.org/about-sarah-bishop/about-sarah-bishop-2/

 

 

 

There is a little-known essay by Thomas Merton, written in the late 1950s, and I believe it appears only in the collection Disputed Questions.  Its title is “Notes Toward a Philosophy of Solitude.”  It is probably his most profound thinking on solitude and the hermit life.  And what is striking is that he is not so much interested in the person who has a “clear” vocation to solitude and ends up in one of the recognized monastic orders or as a canonical hermit, etc. The life of these people is very clear and straightforward even if it does involve a lot of interior “difficulties.” No, it is not about these that Merton reflects on here, but rather he ponders those various individuals from various backgrounds who find themselves in an enigmatic solitude, almost inspite of themselves and not because of some clear idea of what they are called to live.  This is a solitude that one is thrown into, a solitude that is inexplicable, perhaps even anguish-riddled, perhaps totally unsought for.  It is not so much that a person chooses this solitude; rather it is Solitude itself that chooses this person.  And this person finds himself/herself immersed in a solitude that they cannot explain to anyone else, but their silence and peace is “telling”—for solitude here is the sacrament of the Deep Self where you are one with Absolute Reality and in communion with all.

 

But this is not a solitude that is socially approved even by a religious institution, nor by its very nature even understandable to anyone.  And the solitary one cannot look into a mirror and see his/her own solitariness as something approvable and commendable.  Its bare simplicity, perhaps its “shabbiness,” perhaps its countercultural aspects that make it “unacceptable” in “ordinary society,” perhaps its personal pain, all or any of these are a truly potent “veil” that hides even from the solitary one the true meaning of that solitude.  It breaks the bounds of what any society can “recognize.”  In a sense this solitude was prefigured by the Divine Cloud in the Old Testament, the mysterious Presence of the Divine.  In any case, for Sarah Bishop war and man had brutalized her, impoverished her totally, and dehumanized her completely; but in the subsequent solitude Sarah Bishop discovered something that far transcended both her and our limited humanity and feeble articulations.

 

 

Snowden, Dupuis, Global Warming, Simply Dobri, Etc.

Recently I had a chat with a man who is a descendant of the famed Civil War general, Phil Sheridan, who happened also to be the commanding general of George Armstrong Custer.  In our conversation about his ancestor, this man showed heart and common sense in that he did not disassociate himself from his ancestor nor deny what he had done.  In fact he was quite frank in calling him a “murderer.”  Sheridan killed Native Americans.  That’s what he was sent to do in the West by the financial interests back East—clear the land of Indians for the railroad and mining interests and the push West.  This is an America they generally don’t teach about in school or the usual history textbooks.  We are all living with the “benefits” of this kind of activity, and in Lent that is good to acknowledge.  In that spirit, I would like to offer 3 other presentations that foster a certain kind of Lenten acknowledgment that is badly needed.  This involves the State, the Church, and the World.

 

So first we visit the State.

Everyone has heard about Mr. Snowden, the NSA whistleblower, so we will not go over the details of what he has done and the consequences to his life.  However, recently there was a debate at Oxford (the famous Oxford Union Debates) on the merits of what Snowden did.  Christopher Hedges was on the team defending Snowden and calling him a moral hero, while another team took the position that Snowden’s acts were despicable and harmful.  Here is the link to Hedges’s presentation:

 

http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/edward_snowdens_moral_courage_20140223

or you can catch it here:

 

http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/22054-edward-snowdens-moral-courage

 

 

As usual Hedges is forceful, brilliant, and worth listening to.  There is much in what he has to say.

 

 

Next we take a look at the Global Community.

Everyone knows about the global warming controversy.  There are several different arguments that have been prominent, but the one that denies that there is climate change can be discarded because that is simply a denial of the facts.  However, the real argument is around this issue:  to what extent is global climate warming caused by human beings and to what extent this is a kind of cyclical phenomenon.  There are valid facts on both sides of the issue and it is far from settled.  There also is another version of the “non-human” change: the sun is simply getting hotter.  Not many have considered that possibility.  The archaeological and geological record certainly shows that there were much hotter periods in the Earth’s history and that was long before any human intervention. The fact is that many environmentalists do not want to or cannot admit that even if we were acting in the most environmentally responsible way, the planet may be doomed for lifeways as we know it now.  The heat would go up and up irregardless of what we do or don’t do.  Where I live now, 12000 years ago it was mild and very wet with many lakes all around—you can even see where the water level was in the hillsides.  But now it is a stark desert, dry and much warmer.  All this happened without any human intervention.  In any case, the real situation is most likely a combination of both scenarios.  Human irresponsibility is probably exacerbating what might be a natural change.  Now for a very cogent and thorough presentation of the “human-caused” change evidence– here is a very good presentation.

 

http://www.truth-out.org/news/item/22002-the-march-of-anthropogenic-climate-disruption

And now for the Church.

This is a complicated story, but a reasonably short report on this appeared in a recent issue of the National Catholic Reporter.  Lets introduce the cast of characters:  everyone knows Cardinal Ratzinger, the future pope before this one—at this point in the story he is the “watchdog” over Catholic doctrine—he is in charge of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith.  The other person is Jacques Dupuis, a good Jesuit theologian who had been teaching for many years in a seminary in India and who had befriended Abhishiktananda in the later years of his life.  Dupuis writes a theological book which is his attempt to understand and explain, within the parameters of Catholic theology, the phenomenon of religious pluralism.   The Vatican reacts very negatively toward this work.  What is shocking is not so much the disagreement the Congregation has with Dupuis, but the really serious distortions it presents of his ideas and the unfairness of the whole process.  Gerald O’Collins is the third person, another Jesuit theologian and friend of Dupuis, who also served as a kind of “defense attorney” for Dupuis at the various hearings,and here he gives a short account of that whole miserable episode.  Some say that it drove poor Dupuis to an early death; he was so heart-broken that the official church held him suspect when he was trying very hard to be faithful both to the facts of history and to Catholic doctrine and be a loyal son of the Church.

 

http://ncronline.org/news/people/look-back-dupuis-skirmish-vatican

 

So here we are in Lent and in great need of repentance.  And this can only begin when we acknowledge our own participation in the collective sin of our state, our world, our church. But as an antitode to our collective darkness I offer the story of Dobri Dobrev.  He is an elderly man, about 98 years old, who lives in Bulgaria and who has been written about in some news stories around the world.  It appears some people are struck by him and his example.  He is a veteran of World War II and he lives on a meager pension of about $100 a month in one room with very humble furnishings.  He spends his whole day on the streets of Bulgaria’s capital city, Sofia; and people spontaneously give him money.  He gives all that money to orphanages, monasteries and churches.  He just prays and begs and gives things away; that’s all he does but now some are calling him a “holy man.”  Here is a website with some nice photos of him:

 

http://anygoodnews.org/2013/05/98-year-old-beggar-donates-all-money-collected/

 

 

I prefer to see it in the Biblical way—only God is good; only God is holy.  Some people tend to see holiness as some kind of stuff which you acquire by doing certain things; or as a reputation you get by again doing certain things.  Some see it as a collection of virtues or as a concentration of this or that virtue, like humility, etc.  But really, holiness is nothing more nor nothing less than another way of saying we have a manifestation of God’s Presence, God’s Reality here and now.  And a true manifestation of this Ultimate Reality is also inextricably bound with an Ultimate Hiddenness because it is also a manifestation of Ultimate Mystery, so true holiness will always have some share in a kind of hiddenness which may be peculiar and paradoxical in a given situation.  True holiness is always truly unique in the sense that it is rooted in the infinite and absolute uniqueness of that person and hidden in the Secret of that person’s identity.  The Russian veneration of the “Fools for Christ” is in this vein.  Anyway, old Dobri Dobrev is assuredly a “holy man,” a true manifestation of God and especially because he is “simply Dobri.”

 

But I will give Milarepa the last word, the true word for our Lent.

 

All worldly pursuits have but the one unavoidable end, which is sorrow: acquisitions end in dispersion; buildings in destruction; meetings in separation; births, in death. Knowing this, one should, from the very first, renounce acquisition and heaping up, and building, and meeting; and faithful to the commands of an eminent guru, set about realizing the Truth (which has no birth or death).” ~ Milarepa

 

Dostoevsky and the Russian Fable of The Onion and Ash Wednesday

Since I mentioned in passing this Russian fable as a parable pointing to the reality of Advaita in a previous posting, I figure I better explain myself!  Actually this little story is incredibly rich and worth considering on its own merits, so let us begin.  The version I have appears in Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov and it pretty much reads the same in all translations:

“Once upon a time there was a woman, and she was wicked as wicked could be, and she died. And not one good deed was left behind her. The devils took her and threw her into the lake of fire. And her guardian angel stood thinking: what good deed of hers can I remember to tell God? Then he remembered and said to God: once she pulled up an onion and gave it to a beggar woman. And God answered: take now that same onion, hold it out to her in the lake, let her take hold of it and pull, and if you pull her out of the lake, she can go to paradise. The angel ran to the woman and held out the onion to her: here, woman, he said, take hold of it and I’ll pull. And he began pulling carefully, and had almost pulled her all of the way out, when other sinners in the lake saw her being pulled out and all began holding on to her so as to be pulled out with her. But the woman was wicked as wicked could be, and she began to kick them with her feet: ‘It’s me who’s getting pulled out, not you; it’s my onion, not yours.’ No sooner did she say it than the onion broke. And the woman fell back into the lake and is burning there to this day. And the angel wept and went away.”

 

So first of all let us consider this story simply in the context of Christian spirituality and especially of Russian spirituality.  The underlying atmosphere of this fable can be found in that lovely Russian word, “sobornost,” (this person is an icon you might say of “anti-sobornost”) which has only a weak rendering in English as “communion.”  In fact various philosophical approaches to sobornost mischaracterize it even more.  It is a theological/spiritual term for a profound communion  which values at once and at the same time both the infinite uniqueness of the person (because it is rooted in the infinite reality of God) and the unspeakable communion and interrelatedness of all reality.  Sobornost points to a kind of oneness that is in fact a key characteristic of “being saved.”  One might even say that it is a kind of prelude to the advaita, the nonduality, of which Abhishiktananda speaks.  Here he pushes beyond the orthodox Hindu model into a distinctly Christian vision when he points out that non-duality is not only the condition of our life with God but also with our brothers and sisters.   We are not “two” but “one.”

 

So then the reality of hell is nothing more than the paralysis in the thought of “I” and “me,” the thought of “myself” and “mine.”  An isolated, fragmented self is the ambience of hell and endless suffering.  “Salvation,” then, is the realization that one must abandon all of that superficial selfhood and find our real self in Christ: “I live now, not I, but Christ lives in me.”  This is not all that far from basic Buddhist teaching: so long as we fixate on the thought of self in our heart, we find ourselves in hell.  But also here we are on the way to advaita, non-duality, where “I” and “you” are no longer absolute designations of absolute separateness where we live in our own separate worlds  (Sarte’s “Hell is other people” comes from that where our own self is in constant friction with other selves and seemingly limited by these other selves; thus the other is a problem in this modern western view).   But “I” and “you” are merely “placemarkers” as it were within one reality that encompasses our oneness.  It is only then that we begin to realize the meaning of “sacrifice” and “love.”  These are no longer the isolated acts of an individual inevitably acting for his own self-good, but they are now simply an opening into Reality where there are no calculations of what is “to my benefit.”

By the way, it is apparent from this story that even the smallest “good deed” can catapult us into this realization.   Even an onion skin.

Here is what Elder Zosima says to the young Alyosha Karamazov about hell…

“What is hell? I maintain it is the suffering of no longer being able to love.”

 

Very shortly it will be Ash Wednesday for many of us Christians.  Many of us Catholics will be seen with a smudge of ash on our foreheads.  Actually it should be sannyasi-like and put all over our bodies because what is really symbolized is that we are all afflicted with this problem of a transient, superficial, isolated identity that we absolutize into something that becomes incredibly substantial—our sense of this limited “I-ness.”  But it is only “dust”—and this is what the minister proclaims upon each one of us.  Unfortunately we mostly take it in a way that reinforces that illusory self in its illusory isolation—it becomes “my onion”—it becomes a matter of “saving myself.”  Perhaps we can borrow something from Mahayana Buddhism…the Bodhisattva notion and adapt it to our own “salvation story.”  The Bodhisattva seeks salvation/liberation not for him/herself alone but for the sake of all sentient beings because he realizes that his identity, if one may use that word, is not “I” or “me” or “mine,” but always “we”.  Compassion is then not some special “good deed” or “extraordinary isolated act” which we perform now and then, but simply the way things are.  Compassion is then like our breathing. But this takes us far afield!

 

Long time ago I recall the renowned Berkeley sociologist, Robert Bellah, speaking of the individualistic ethos of America.  In the course of his talk he said that the whole point of a rich man owning a Mercedes instead of a simple Ford is that the rest of us cannot own the Mercedes.  In other words that ownership reinforces his sense of “separateness”—he is different from you and me.  That’s what wealth allows him to do—it facilitates this feeling of “apartness” and thus of “specialness.”  Owning a Ford would make him just like everybody else.  So wealth plays this insidious role of paralyzing us in this illusory separate self that defines itself in the differences that wealth brings.  But it is not just the actual material wealth that is the problem; rather it is the desire for wealth, the desire deep in our hearts—and this “wealth” can take on many forms indeed.  So with Ash Wednesday, with Lent, we are called to a profound repentance, to recognize what is “dust,” to awaken to our true identity in Christ as Christian Bodhisattvas, and to be prepared for that moment when we will be tempted to say “It’s my onion.”