Sigh of relief
Instead of having a nervous breakdown from the holidays with family-- I decided to pop on here. Glad I did!
Koan-- the story of your mother saying, "you should get down..." had me almost weak with wanting to laugh, but holding it in lest I wake people. Oh, me, oh my-- did we have the same mom? The fierce female liberator-- to me it's little wonder that people are named what they are.
I first read the puppy analogy in meditation in Jack Kornfield's book "A Path with Heart." Did he get it from someone else?
I find that if I interrupt my thought and bring it back to my breathing, I just end up getting fuster-betated (a kid's mispronunciation of "being frustrated" that I find onomatopoetic).
So I just let the thoughts run their course, but realize that noticing them and not feeling like I have to take any action on any of them helps me a little.
Other times I feel a little more like taking my thoughts in hand-- like if the puppy has started chewing on my favorite shoe.
I am of the Gen X crowd that came into meditation on the coattails of the Boomers, so when I see people getting into a conflagration of ideals over the best way to lose one's ego and become one with others and catching the "judgment" in each other's philosophy I... judge them, of course!
Dr. Yes-- I have had that same feeling of dread and unreality but I have also discovered better living through chemicals. Who needs to be saddled with _that_ feeling when everything is hard enough as it is? Yeesh. (Combo of "yikes" and "sheesh", I guess).
CFS kind of zapped my meditation practice. I tried both traditional Buddhist, and then the fairly recently formed Christian "Maranatha" mantra one that someone posted-- I managed to visit a center that conducted this, but although I found it sweet and peaceful I found it too difficult.
There are two churches in my town that have a labyrinth-- one is at a Catholic church, and one is at a Presbyterian church (mine). Oops-- did I just out myself? I probably had a little bit of something to do with the formation of our labyrinth. Bad little Protestant, am I.
I had a fascination with mazes and labyrinths for a while. My husband gave me a great book of photos of them from around the world. One of those Jungian things.
Brenda-- you speak your position clearly. I appreciate those who ask that while no one should be pressured into believing or practicing anything, that people also should not try to make Christianity more palatable and denying some of its more difficult-- yet not necessarily untrue by virtue of its difficulty-- just to make the medicine go down.
There were so many others posting on here-- I wish I could remember what everyone said. I really appreciated each post.
Is it Fresh Eyes that is in pain? Whoever that is-- I HEAR you-- God, it's so hard. In fact it makes you go-- Uh, God, um... are you there? I realize that you came to us, identifying yourself as a weak little lamb destined for the slaughter, so, I get it that you have suffered, too, and still suffer through the Holy Spirit, but HONESTLY!
I was very piqued (in a good way, not as in temper) the idea that the next Buddha is the community. That sounds slightly similar to the idea of Pentecost-- that the teacher has to leave as a local personality so that the more universal spirit can live in each person.
Yet, I know that these are _not_ the same events. I'm not trying to blur them together into a finger-painting that has been overworked and gone all brownish green.
I just feel a certain sense of relief-- like another plank in a bridge has been laid.
I'll leave off with my impressions of oneness and sameness-- someone besides me must have been wondering the same thing-- that U2 Bono guy, who had a Christian background, like I do.
And it may be a generational thing too-- not seeing the desire to retain personhood in the process of giving up ego-- even though that seems contradictory. In fact, it might be even crazy, given the tension of that premise.
So while John Lennon sings "I am the Walrus", something in me responds to Bono's song "We are one, but we're not the same/ We have to carry each other". Somehow that feels uplifting to me, but it may feel like a horrible burden to someone else.
So, I'm glad that everyone is not like me! Cuz, ugh, one of me is enough!
I'm going to put these cramped up fingers to sleep. I think my posts are too long, and that's why people don't respond. So, I'm used to it. Don't worry.
Lisette