The Art of Eternal Childhood

An email from an old friend. He’s in the throes of raising an 11-year old daughter – amazed by the pure and vital energy of childhood – and asks, “why have we lost this as adults…?”

My answer would be, we haven’t lost this, but we’ve left this. We’ve left this for a set of distractions, protections & consequences that effectively annihilate our chances of returning to the place of innocence, possibility and magic that we knew as children.

As a child, I always knew there was something suspicious, inauthentic and dangerous about the adult character in general. We all know a lot as children, and have access to an amazing range of “emotional intelligence” – intuitive, perceptive and creative capabilities. We sense and live in the spontaneous and ongoing beauty of childhood; we don’t understand or comprehend the “hardening” that has masked and throttled the authority figures around us.

As we grow older, we silently, agreeably adopt and adapt – internalizing all the subtle toxicities and poisons that are handed to us on silver platters: ego, emotional suppression, material obsession, power acquisition & manipulation, playing the proper game and saying the proper words at the proper time – in the proper tone of voice. We learn to obey the Kings of the Adult Architecture: bosses, families, spouses, preachers, pundits and obligations … all at the cost of our own soul.

My own personal journey into Adulthood was interrupted by a “side-trip” into the Land of Self-Knowledge. A side-trip which became the Journey of Life Itself. All the other “main trips” eventually panned out as distractions and misadventures; the subtle and frail voice that pulled me into the heart of Knowing Self, became the most powerful, beautiful, joyful and insightful voice in my being.

Part of the process of Knowing Self seemed to be the reconnection and resurrection of the lost inner child, that – it turns out – is really “me”, after all. The “sweet part” of us, it turns out, is still very much alive, and simply waits like a long lost seed, in the deepest cavern of our hearts, for springtime to return.

But, yes, life presents the challenge of feeling somewhat unique and alone in your “child-craft”; your innocence, beauty and magic seek others to play with – others to share the innate beauty of life with – but, alas, such companions are few and far-between. Most so-called “adults” are busy with the concern of the “adult world” – politics, money, relationship frustrations, sarcasm, jadedness and various mixes of toxic distraction and approved anesthetics.

It does make you value what you do have: access to your own inner song. It makes you value the few companions in life who can indeed share your hearts’ journeys. It makes those moments of play, delight, rainbow-watching, flower-sniffing …. all that much more precious, fragile, fragrant and delicious. And, last but not least: it makes you savor your True Companion, the inner friend you’ve known all along, the one who has been and will be with you every step of the way.

So, the celebration of Eternal Childhood seems to be where it’s at for me.

Sorry, other stuff bores me.

I just don’t have the time be be “grown up” anymore.

The field of life awaits, and it’s brilliant with a million colored flowers.

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The Subtle

“The Subtle”.

This subject is not commonly addressed.
It is not commonly addressed, because it is not common Knowledge, it is known only by a few.

I talked with a friend the other day, about the depth of conversation. About the comfort-zone we achieve with another person in the context of dialogue.  One criteria we used was, how comfortable is a person “in their own skin”.   This quality speaks of a person’s relationship with Self.   The other parameter was a person’s relationship with Silence, how comfortable they are in entering Silence – again – in the context of dialogue.

So, talking and conversation occupy a whole range of human expression.

At one end of the scale, the “loud-mouth”, the one-way dialogue.  Or, the animated, self-centered “fluffy” conversation about the superficialities of life: often a nervous attempt to stave off the dreaded Tide Of Silence – as though Silence was a natural enemy, a cloaked vampire waiting at the door.

On the other end of the scale, people who somehow are at ease, both with Self and Other; people whose thoughtful pauses are conversations unto themselves.  People who convey entire manuscripts simply with a raised eyebrow, a soft smile, a deep resonance in their tone-of-voice.

These latter statements speak of people who are not only at peace with “Self”, but who also have a relationship with The Subtle – the invisible and humble counterpart of human existence that dwells in us all.  This counterpart has been described in many ways, has been burdened with many labels, name-tags and qualifiers over the ages.

We are not interested in adjectives.

We are interested in living in, celebrating and sharing the felt sense of this Inner Guest, this hidden counterpart.  We are interested in enjoying, manifesting, and realizing this felt sense, as a statement of a Life Lived.

When we share with other human beings, when we connect with others, we bring something of quality to the table. Something of the Taste of Silence.  The Fragrance of The Guest.  The celebration of the Subtle, in its Nameless Name, its Formless Form, and its enduring Beauty.

Of all human endeavors, this is one of the most worthy, the most honorable, the most sweet.

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The Moon In Cancer

I am in Caregiver Mode.

Someone close to me was recently diagnosed with cancer.

This has stirred up a lot of things. The life that we live is largely routine. Even the ways we try to get deeper, more ‘inside’, more ‘connected’, becomes a routine. Then suddenly something knocks on our door. A wake-up call. These things happen.

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The Ten Commandments for Visiting a New Age Ashram

During the past two decades, a curious phenomenon has swept this nation. Inspired by the teachings of several Master souls from the East, an unusually large number of ashrams, and retreats have made their appearance on the scene – spiritual centers designed to provide seekers of the truth with a focused environment in which to practice their particular spiritual path.

Mandala: Better Half of ChristmasWhile most people who spend time in these places are extremely dedicated and sincere, there still remains a goodly number who, in their attempt to have “an experience,” miss the point completely. Seduced by the Western notion of cause and effect, they somehow think that spiritual attainment is related to the way they act – as if God were some kind of trans-cultural Santa Claus looking for good little boys and girls to bring his shiny red fire trucks to. Not surprisingly, the spirit of the law is all too often traded for the letter – a letter that, no matter how many stamps are put on it, is continually returned for insufficient postage. Surrender is replaced by submission; patience by hesitation; and humility by timidity. Alas, in the name of finding themselves, our God-seeking brothers and sisters have tended to lose the very thing that makes them truly human – their individuality.

And so, with great respect to your personal God, your Guru, your Guru’s Guru, and your favorite tax-deductible charity, I humbly offer you the following soul-saving tips should you decide to visit (or move into) the ashram or spiritual center of your choice. Take what you can, leave the rest, and remember – it’s not whether your shoes are on or off, but if your heart is open.

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1. Do Not Change the Way You Walk
Most visitors to a spiritual retreat think they have to change the way they walk if they are truly going to have a meaningful experience. Somehow, they believe there is a direct correlation between the way they move their feet and the amount of “grace” or “blessings” about to enter their lives. The “spiritual walk,” is actually a not-too-distant cousin of the “museum walk,” the curious way a person slows down and shuffles knowingly, yet humbly, past a Monet (or is it a Manet?), silently getting the essence of the Masterpiece even as they move noddingly towards that incomprehensible cubist piece in the next room. If you like, think of the spiritual walk as the complete opposite of the on-the-way-to-work-walk or the exiting-a-disco-in-New York walk. Simply put, the spiritual walk is a way of moving that practitioners believe will attract small deer from nearby forests – deer that will literally walk right up to them and eat from their hand – more proof to anyone in the general vicinity that they are, in fact, enlightened souls, humble devotees, children of God, or the so-far-unacknowledged successors to their guru’s lineage.

Ideally, the spiritual walk should be taken in sandals, though Reeboks or Chinese slippers will do in a pinch. Cowboy boots are definitely out, as are galoshes, high heels, and Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars.

2. Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Succumb to the Spiritual Nod
The Shell of LifeClosely related to the spiritual walk, the spiritual nod is routinely practiced in retreats the world over. And while no one completely comprehends it’s divine origins, many believe it began when a blissful brother simply forgot the name of his roommate on his way to the bathroom. Instead of issuing the familiar Sanskrit phrase of the week, our trend-setting friend simply tightened his lips, looked at the ground and… well… nodded. Now, every time you walk by someone at the ashram, you are half-expected to flash them the nod, the non-verbal equivalent of “Hi! I know you know, and you know I know, and you know that I know that you know, and in my knowing, I know that I know you know, and by so knowing, need not speak, since words are finite and cannot express the knowingness which the two of us (being one) share from such a knowful place. Know what I mean?”

3. Do Not Judge Anyone, Including Yourself

This is the hardest of all commandments to obey. Why? Because spiritual environments not only bring out the best in people, they also bring out the worst. And while the worst is often more difficult to detect than the bliss of people wanting you to notice how blissful they are, the higher you get, the easier it is to notice – that is, if you are looking for it. Of course, it would be very easy to spend your entire spiritualized retreat noticing all the subtle ego trips going on around you. Resist this temptation with all your might! Do not, I repeat, do not, focus on the stuff that would make good material for this article. You have no right. In fact, you have absolutely no idea why anyone is there, what their motivation is, or how they will learn the kinds of lessons you are absolutely sure they need to learn. In reality, you are most likely seeing your own projections – those disowned parts of your self that you’ve refused to acknowledge all these years: your spiritual groupie, your brownie point collector, your junkie for more experience, your suburban yogi , your guilty seeker of God, your con man, your eunuch, your resolution maker, your ass watcher, your closet fanatic, your glutton for humble pie, your too poetic definer of ecstasy, your flaming bullshit artist, your know-it-all, your have-it-all, your spring-headed bower towards anyone with more than two devotees. All of them are you! Every single one of them! Don’t judge them. Love them! Bring them tea! Rub their feet every chance you get!

4. Do Not Think That This Is the Only Place Where It Is Happening
Spiritual retreatants have a marked propensity to think that the grounds they inhabit are somehow more blessed than any place else on earth – that they are privy to a special command performance by God, revealing himself in thousands of exotic ways for those lucky enough to be there, while thousands, nay millions, of George Bush-like souls are stumbling around in uncool places recently vacated by the Power of Life so a very cosmic thing can happen here and only here this weekend. Life, in fact, is often perceived as so good in the “Center” that the rest of the world becomes eerily cast as the “booby prize.” Indeed, to new age seekers, everything else is simply referred to as “the world,” much like Manhattanites speak of New Jersey. In short, the new age retreat comes to represent all that is good – about God, about the Guru, about life itself. Somehow (“and I don’t know how, but you could ask anyone who was there this weekend”) flowers seem sweeter there, the moon seems fuller, the air seems cleaner. Even the bread tastes better. If you glimpse a shooting star at night, it’s the “guru’s grace.” If you see a double rainbow, it’s directly over the meditation hall.

I guess it’s all in how you look at it. The same shooting star convincing you that your guru is, in fact, the Supreme Guru, was also seen by a plumber named Leroy who just happened to be drinking a beer in between innings of the Mets game. His conclusion? The Mets were gonna win 20 of the next 25 and bring the pennant home to Flushing!

What do the signs in the sky (or what we perceive as signs) really mean? Isn’t the whole world our ashram? Isn’t the real issue one of appreciating what is happening all around us? The flowers? The stars? The beggars asking for spare change? Flowers aren’t any sweeter on retreat. It’s our willingness to breathe deeply and enjoy them that’s different. What’s stopping us from being in this place right now? What’s stopping us from realizing that the very ground beneath our feet is the promised land – wherever we happen to be at the time.

5. Do Not Put a Red Dot on Your Forehead If You Don’t Want To
Unless you’ve been living in a trailer park your whole life, you probably already know what the red dot thing is all about. That’s right. The third eye. The sixth chakra. High holiness. INDIA!! While sometimes mistaken for a beauty mark or a random bit of watermelon, the little red dot is actually a useful reminder to focus one’s attention on the space between the eyebrows, which, for some people, is where God lives (or if not lives, at least vacations). Nothing wrong with that, now is there? Still, you have to concede that the third eye isn’t the only spot on the human body that’s sacred. What about the earlobes? The belly button? The nipples? They come from God, too – not too mention chakras #1 – 5 and the highly under-represented center of consciousness at the crown of the head. Sacred, every one of them! Don’t you think that, if the body is the temple of the soul, it follows that our entire physical structure is sacred? Shouldn’t we be covered from head to toe with little red dots? And if so, why is it that we routinely quarantine people with measles – the very people who have selflessly chosen to manifest disease just to remind us to honor our body’s ultimate holiness?

6. Play With the Children
The only sentient beings free from the collective mentality of spiritual seekers are the children. Children visiting “holy places, in fact, behave the same way the world over no matter what adjectives their elders use for the unspeakable name of God. When they’re hungry, they eat. When they’re tired, they sleep. They cry when they want to, laugh for no reason, consume ice cream without guilt, and rarely wonder why your picture of the Master is bigger, newer, or better framed.

7. Fart At Your Own Risk
If you fart, and there’s no one around to hear it at the monastery, did it happen? And if it did happen, does that mean you’ve been disrespectful? Is the resident Guru able to hear you? And if he or she is meditating, out of the country, or dead, is their guru or their guru’s guru able to hear you? And if so, so what? Will you be reborn as a gerbil? Does the Guru fart? And if it’s OK for him or her to pass wind, why not you? OK, so it’s their place and you’re a guest. But after all, aren’t we all guests here? Even the Guru? Who do they answer to? And if it’s not the same one you’re answering to, what the hell are you doing getting up at five in the morning and sitting in the lotus position? Maybe the real question isn’t whether or not it’s permissible to fart on holy ground, but how you fart. For instance, if you’re farting out of a blatant disregard for the Master’s teachings or the sincerity of his or her followers, you might want to reconsider where you’re coming from. However, if your farting is just a random release of gas, relax! Give yourself the benefit of the doubt. You see, a typical visit to a spiritual center quickens one’s ability to “let go” – so what you call “farting” may, in fact, be a timely sign of your evolving spiritual condition.

8. Do Not Think You Are Higher or Lower Than Anyone Else
One of the favorite pastimes of people visiting a spiritual retreat is comparing themselves to everyone else. “See the guy over there carrying firewood? He’s a very old soul – way older than me. Been on the path for years. And that dude laughing hysterically in the corner? That’s Shiva. Oops, he can probably see through me, maybe I better walk around the other way.”

Want to save yourself some time? Don’t try to figure out how “on the path” anybody else is. It’s impossible. Stare into the eyes all you want, watch for tell-tale signs of liberation, but when it comes right down to it, the only conclusion you’ll reach will be your own – one that may have absolutely nothing to do with the anything but your own projections. Face it, how accurate is your assessment going to be when 99 percent of humanity couldn’t tell that the carpenter from Galilee had something special going for him? Indeed, it’s not at all unlikely that the beer-bellied, first-time visitor you met this morning at the ashram is, at this very moment, being treated like a spiritual mongoloid by everyone who meets him (repeatedly being asked if “this is your first time”) when, in fact, the beer-bellied, first-time visitor is actually the reincarnation of Buddha.

9. Do Not Think That You Are Going to Get Something
Many people visit a a spiritual retreat because they want to get something. They want “clarity” or “contentment,” “enlightenment” or “grace,” “blessings” or “peace of mind.” At the very least, they want their business to improve or their marriage to be saved. Alas, they miss the point completely: If you try to get, you will lose, left only with the sinking feeling of having just bought $300 worth of lottery tickets only to learn that some electrician from Staten Island just won the whole thing. Look, it’s really very simple. You don’t go to a spiritual center (or a Big Time Teacher, for that matter) to get. You go to give, to let go – to relax your grip on the very thing that’s been separating you from getting all these years: Your grasping. Your fear. Your well-rehearsed strategy to realize God.

10. Do Not Feel Compelled to Change Your Name
OK, so your name is Joey. Ever since you were knee high to a can of Cheese Whiz, everyone called you Joey – as in, “Hey, Joey, what’s goin’ down, bro’?” Yeah, you grew up in Brooklyn, cut school once a week, and dated a chick named Angela with very big boobs. Great. So, here you are at the ashram and ba-bing, you run smack into a bunch of dudes with names like Arjuna, Govinda, Namdev,Shanti, Krishna. “Hey,” you think to yourself, “maybe they got something I don’t.”

Guess what? They do. They have spiritual names given to them by their Guru – names that make their mothers somewhat close-lipped around the canasta table. And while these names are clearly given with a purpose, the fact of the matter is – they are irrelevant. Do you think the people in India who have spiritual experiences get their names changed to Eddie, Gino, Stacey, or Shirley ? Hey, what difference does it make? You are not your name – even if your namesake was enlightened. It doesn’t matter what they call you, when it’s time to go, you’re gone. The only name worth knowing at that time is God’s name – and that, my friend, no matter how many mantras you’ve memorized, can never be pronounced.

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