I always found comfort in the promise that when you are ready you will find your spiritual teacher, or he/she will find you. Naturally I imagined this would be a person of flesh and blood. As I am living in a rather remote corner of the Western world this seemed a bit mysterious, even more so given that I am drawn to the spiritual teachings of the Eastern world…
But once I opened up to the Truth I discovered I could find teachers everywhere, well maybe not everywhere, but at least several places. I recognize Truth and lessons in the teachings of Jesus, as well as those of Buddha. And why not since there can only be one Truth, and contradictory “truths” are really just systems of belief, constructed to guide people towards the Truth (at best) or as a means to control them (at worst).
The Prophets were holders of the Truth, and they were special in the respect that they had experienced the essence of our existence; not just understood it, but realized it through and through. Other than that they were ordinary human beings just like all of us. I started going to church to remind myself that Truth is actually here, but there is a lot of confusion as well.
The ultimate place to look for Truth is within, if the blabbering mind could keep still once in a while. The spiritual teachers have always been here, only I´ve been blind to the fact. Once ready for it the Truth reveals itself somehow, and all anyone has to do is pay attention.
Adyashanti is a modern day prophet who speaks of Truth, and amazingly his teaching is freely available to anyone who is connected to the Internet. Not as mysterious as I thought it would be, but maybe that isn’t such a bad thing…
Self realization is actually about realizing that most of what you consider to be your “self” is an illusion… Just layer upon layer that are better pealed away. Everything we identify with; our thoughts, our feelings, the roles we play, our ideas and creations, our bodies, and so forth, are such “layers”. We need them to navigate in this world, but they are not identical with our true self.
Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago on this subject:
Passing by I look for myself in windowpane reflections
But I don’t recognize the person looking back at me
All I see is a woman hurrying – somewhere – looks important
I cannot see me in there
What is so important that I left myself behind?
Sitting down on a bench I search the thoughts flowing through my mind
For some sign of my true presence
Is that me obsessing about work, or enjoying the sunset before me?
Feeling depressed by my limited scope, recognizing only issues
I lose myself in the scenery…
The sky and the sun painting their watercolor palette,
Dissolving into the lush green forest,
Diving into the cool embracing waters
Taking in the whole picture
The ever present, ever changing, beauty of it all
I discover myself
Feeling fulfilled and rested I get up to go
Slipping away from the present moment again
Continuing to search for myself in windowpane reflections
I just finished writing an about page for this site, and now I am writing my first post. I intend to use this site as a means to practice conscious writing. Not as a presentation for some critical (imaginary) audience. I write under a nick, not because my identity is a secret, but as a signal that this site is not really about me. It is a place for me to explore, play around, and talk about things that are on my mind. Blogging originated as a place to log your journal. 🙂