Is it winter, or is it summer? It’s hard to say by just
looking outside. The nights are long but the days are sunny and warm. And then,
there’s the wind…. Rattling windows, blowing leafs and whistling through
windows.
That’s generally how I feel just before something
interesting is about to happen. First I get a little confused and discontent as
to what am I really doing, why and how long have I been doing it and am going
to be doing it. Then I find my meditations getting longer and my mind shuts out
the world of activity and goes into contemplation mode which kind of feels like
dreaming, thinking, sleeping and meditating all at the same time. Then I start
smelling the winds of change and shortly after I get blown away in some amazing
direction and I am off to a new adventure!
It’s easy for me. I am sort of a romantic adventurer with passion
for learning and discovering, so when I hear that wind hauling, I am off, full
sail and a smile on my face. I don’t even mind the high seas or the occasional thunder
storm that inevitably appear. I believe that every good adventure is worth all
of its thunder storms and even the occasional getting lost. It’s who I emerge
at the end that makes all the difference.
Yet, not everyone welcomes the winds of change with equal
enthusiasm. Folks batten down the hatches. Close the blinds and turn on the TV
louder so they don’t have to hear the whispers through the window cracks of consciousness.
There’s something comforting in knowing where you are, what
you are doing and thinking that you have control over every aspect of your
life. The need for certainty rules all other needs. So, we seek shelter, food,
friendships, things that make us feel stable on our two feet and secure in the
future.
Krishnamurti finds this need for perpetuity at the root of
all human drama and struggle because, as he said, the self that seeks it is the
ego and the ego is nothing but a story, told and retold, over and over again.
You can’t make a story “feel” happy. It’s a story. And it is a story that does
not exist outside of your own head.
As Wei Wu Wei put it:
Why are you so unhappy?
Because 99.9% of everything you think,
And everything you do,
Is for your self,
And there isn’t one.
Because 99.9% of everything you think,
And everything you do,
Is for your self,
And there isn’t one.
So, what story are you listening to when you are all alone
in your own head? Do you like it? My point is that if you are going to be
telling yourself stories, you should at least pick one that you like. It beats
the alternative. However, be aware that it is still a story. Swami Chetanananda
ones told me “The difference is that I can hear my own bullshit.” And that made
all the difference for me at the time.
How amazing that we can invest so much energy and effort, sacrifice so much for a story!
What would it be like if you choose to be storyless? I can
imagine something like this…
Hi, what’s your name?
Everyone calls me Valentina, or Val, or Tina…
Everyone calls me Valentina, or Val, or Tina…
Or something like this…
Who are you?
Which “you” are you talking to?
Which “you” are you talking to?
Or like this….
So, tell me something about yourself?
Something.
So, tell me something about yourself?
Something.
So, you kind of need a story if you are going to enjoy a
conversation here and there. Just as long as you don’t put all your chips on it
and try to defend it, perpetuate it and uphold as if it is true, and at any
cost. Let the story change with the times and the requirements of your
creativity. Feel comfortable with that change and enjoy the results.
The stronger the identification with your story, the more
painful the inevitable transformations. You can’t stop the winds of change. You
can shut yourself in for periods of time and pretend you don’t hear what’s
coming, but you can’t avoid it forever. While you are trying to avoid it, you
are suffering, struggling and unhappy. Eventually, the storm that’s brewing out
there smashes your shelter to pieces and you have no choice but to stand out
there, your illusions blown to pieces in all directions, and kneel on the grown
with gratitude that you are still alive.
I know. I’ve been there.
Now, I hear the winds of change, step outside of the shelter
of my story and let them carry me away to where I should be.
Ah…so much easier. So much more fun. So much more to learn.
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