I waited patiently my whole life for the medical benefits of marijuana to come to light and for the thousands of incarcerated users to be exonerated. Now that these outcomes are on the horizon, it seems I’m done with the stuff.
[RS Singles] • Let's face it: of all the people that you and I know who have spent a good deal of their lives sitting on meditation cushions, chanting in Sanskrit, gulping psychedelics like M & Ms, and subscribing to The Yoga Journal, how many have achieved the pinnacle of human possibility that all of the great spiritual teachings insist is available to anyone?
I vividly remember the intensity and significance of our
first meeting. He would often do
an exercise with new students that involved sitting across from one another,
eyeball to eyeball, with the instruction, "Anything that comes into your
mind that you don't want to share with me, share with me."
Our True Nature is who
we already are, not something we can become or attain in the future. We somehow don't recognize this fact and spend years
searching for something that was never lost, and if we're fortunate, we'll run
into a teacher along the way who will simply point out what is perfectly obvious.
When I realized my email account was lost, I went through Elizabeth Kubler Ross's well-known Five Stages of Grief. It couldn't possibly, really, all be gone, could it? Nah. Yes, it could, and it was.
Context is everything, and it literally determines which "me" shows up. I have seen this again and again in various roles over the years. But context can also work against us.
Oh, sure, I thought. I'll take an hour out of my day and pay you a fee, open myself up and pour my heart out, and then stop midstream to either listen to you talk to your residents or else take a call myself from my friend Marty in California . . . No, I don't think so.
At the end of the day, suffering comes down to our steadfastly holding to a core point of view that who we are, and how life is, should be different. This is the lens through which we view existence, and rather than change the lens, we perpetually rearrange the picture via the various and exotic forms of our seeking.