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Subject: Re: [Meditation Society of America] I’ve already died a thousand times
Insightful posting. Every time a person meditates, they receive a push in the direction they need to grow, and one goes because they want life to get better. On the other hand, there is the desire to continue on with the propensities inherent in ones current personality with the mistaken belief that the intellect can solve the dissatisfaction about life as one goes forward through time. We take a lot of pride in our intellectual abilities to take care of everything. To receive a push in another direction knowing one has to follow, that means giving up on the intellect and we feel like the intellect is what we are, our ego. If my ego goes, then I go also I think. Now these ego changes are done little by little. One cannot instantly change their personality. It is true that there is enlightenment, but that is only the way to changing, of gaining this insight needed to change. The insight pushes, and going with each push is a recognition the ego is not perfect even though we want to cling to the ego tenaciously so it has to be done little by little over many years time. Every time we meditate, there is a push on the ego to change and there is the feeling like I am dying each time because the ego is getting less if I go with the push. Yes, eventually over many years, the ego does evaporate, but I have not really died although my personality has changed much for the better because the grasping desires have gone. So, if I meditate almost every day for 60 years I am going to feel like I am dieing 20,000 times and I do this intentionally.
--- On Wed, 9/1/10, sandeep chatterjee <sandeep1960@...> wrote:
From: sandeep chatterjee <sandeep1960@...>
Subject: [Meditation Society of America] I’ve already died a thousand times
To: "meditationsocietyofamerica" < email@example.com >
Date: Wednesday, September 1, 2010, 12:03 AM
Anyone who enjoys inner peace is no more broken by failure than he is
inflated by success.
He is able to fully live his experiences in the context of a vast and profound serenity, since he understands that experiences
are ephemeral and that it is useless to cling to them.
There will be no “hard fall” when things turn bad and he is confronted with adversity.
He does not sink into depression, since his happiness rests on a solid foundation.
One year before her death at Auschwitz , the remarkable
Etty Hillesum, a young Dutchwoman, affirmed: “When you have an
interior life, it certainly doesn’t matter what side of the prison you’re on.
. . . I’ve already died a thousand times in a thousand concentration camps.
I know everything.
There is no new information to trouble me.
One way or another, I already know everything, and yet, I find this life beautiful and rich in meaning.
At every moment.”
Changing the way we see the world does not imply a naive optimism or
some artificial euphoria designed to counterbalance adversity.
So long as we are slaves to the dissatisfaction and frustration that arise from the confusion that rules our minds, it will be just as futile to tell ourselves “I’m happy!” over and over again as it would be to repaint a wall in ruins.
The search for happiness is not about looking at life through
rose-colored glasses or blinding oneself to the pain and imperfections of
Nor is happiness a state of exaltation to be perpetuated at all
costs; it is the purging of mental toxins such as hatred and obsession
that literally poison the mind.
It is also about learning how to put things in perspective and reduce the gap between appearances and reality.
To that end we must acquire a better knowledge of how the mind works and a more accurate insight into the nature of things, for in its deepest
sense, suffering is intimately linked to a misapprehension of the nature
- Matthieu Ricard,