The Divine Feminine Graciously Accepts Your Apology

May 10th, 2011

A few months ago the wonderful “warrior in transition” Jeff Brown posted a blog called “Apologies to the Divine Feminine” on the pain that had been caused by his lack of awareness of the Divine Feminine, the feminine within himself, and the beauty of feminine values. http://soulshaping.com/?p=782  This powerful piece struck a chord with men and women around the world and went “viral”. Then, with Jeff’s help, popular self-awareness teachers Gay Hendricks and Arjuna Ardagh created a youtube video called “Dear Woman”, honoring feminine “energies” and apologizing for the global destruction caused by the “unconscious masculine:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_uRIMUBnvw Although they’ve received thousands of positive comment, the comments show there has also been a vicious backlash coming from a large number of men.
          Within all this the Divine Feminine herself and Jeff’s original call to her seems to have gotten a bit lost. Here’s my attempt to bring the focus back to her – and to remind us that while the first step in healing the suffering we see around us is in honoring the Divine Feminine, ultimately, it is in bringing the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine we hold within into harmony and balance.

 The Divine Feminine Graciously Accepts Your Apology

The Divine Feminine graciously accepts your apology.
          And she has asked my sisters and me to accept this apology on her behalf. She also asked us to invite you to take this opportunity to delve just a little deeper into her. When you do, she says, you might be surprised to discover that you never needed to apologize to her in the first place.
          She wants you to know that the idea of apologizing to the Divine and asking for forgiveness is based on an image of a God who exists somewhere above and beyond us; a God who sits in judgment and passes out punishment for our misdeeds; a God who, in short, looks much more like a stern, harsh father.  The Divine Feminine couldn’t be more different.  She wants simply to sit in our hearts and love us no matter what…
          As this compassionate cosmic force, she – just like the Divine Masculine – is an expression of the One, the Absolute that many call God – a divinity that is beyond knowing and certainly beyond gender. She reminds us that we all hold both these Divine Masculine and Feminine aspects of the One within. We also all hold inner masculine and feminine natures within – inner natures that reflect our inherent divinity to a greater or, often, lesser degree.
          Sadly, we often express this distorted – some would say unconscious – inner masculine/feminine in our actions. This means that, while apologizing to the Divine Feminine may not strictly be necessary, there may well be women in your life you need to apologize to. But those are apologies you need to make face to face. If I had hurt you badly – and I may well have – I can’t imagine that my making a blanket apology to the Divine Masculine would make you feel one bit better. The same is true for me. This tells me there are real, heart-felt apologies we both still need to make…. 
          And if by any chance you are a man – or a woman – who is directly responsible for any of those horrific misdeeds you list in your apologies and manifestos – the massacre, the plunder, the ruin, the rape – the Divine Feminine wants you to know that she rains mercy on your soul, but that she is also unrelenting: You must find a way to make amends, no matter what this means or what it requires of you….
          Of course I know it’s unlikely that you are someone who has actually perpetrated those atrocities. And yet you’ve come to understand that, even though you are not directly responsible, a distortion of the inner masculine is. You can see that a society based on domination has twisted the natural longing of the inner masculine to protect, to provide, to be valiant, and to be rational and has honored  instead aggression, competition, acquisition and a denial of the heart.
          That you recognize this and feel the need to apologize for it is one of the most hopeful signs to ever grace the human race – it is a sign that a true transformation of consciousness is occurring….
          This is especially true because you’ve begun to sense that unless you pay your highest tribute to the feminine values – compassion, cooperation, communion, relationship, and interconnection – the wars and wanton destruction of the your Mother Earth will continue….
          But my sisters and I know this will be very difficult for you. From the time you were a toddler you have been taught to think that showing the feminine side of your being meant that you were showing weakness. And on some deep, primal level showing weakness terrifies you and makes you feel as exposed and defenseless as a downed animal of prey…
          But the Divine Feminine is here to tell you that the secret to adopting feminine values without feeling weak and vulnerable is to understand that the feminine side of your being has – just like the women in your life – never been weak and that, in fact, it is the feminine side of your being that is and always has been the source of your true power.
          The Divine Feminine is telling you to cast off the outmoded idea that the feminine is passive. The feminine is not now and never has been passive! Receptive, yes. Passive, no. She laughs when you don’t believe this, and tells you to look for a moment at the myths, legends, and sacred texts that tell her story: She is the creatrix of the universe; she is the Great Mother who carries the Earth in her womb and gives birth to the sun, the moon, and the stars; she is Mother Nature who thunders, storms, erupts, and roars…
          Had you known this great secret through the ages, she says, you would never have felt so weak that you were forced to prove your strength; you would never have felt so empty that you were forced to grasp what wasn’t yours; you would never have felt so vulnerable that you had to prove your power by enslaving those weaker than you or using your brute strength against my sisters and me.
          Now that you know you hold the power of the Divine Feminine within you, she says, you need never again feel threatened by her power or by the power of the women in your life. You will be able to feel the love you hold in your heart; you’ll be able to show it; you’ll be able to express your pain and to weep your tears; you’ll be able to let down your walls and let the women you love in.
          But she warns you that the knowing that will lead to these deep emotional rewards has to begin with your opening yourself to your emotions – perhaps for the first time since you were a child. You will have to allow yourself to feel your connection to her, to sense her in your body, to experience her as the life force that pulses through you and connects us all.
          She knows there is a kind of sweet irony in this: to attain the key that will fully open up your heart, you first have to crack it open yourself.  But this is essential – for the words of your pledges and your commitments to honor her have absolutely no meaning to her if they are not backed by sincere emotion…
          And then, of course, by action – action that would perhaps be most meaningful to her if it involved easing the suffering of her daughters. For, she says, feminine values can never truly flourish in a world where so many women are in despair: left without food to feed their children or themselves, taken as prizes in war, sold into sexual slavery, genitally mutilated, and – in some ways most damaging to the soul – denied the right to educate themselves and better their lot.  
          Through all this the Divine Feminine is clearly telling us it is time to set aside our differences. It is time for us to honor, ultimately, the Absolute, to honor all the ways the divinity manifests in the world – in men and women, in the masculine and feminine energies within, and in the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine. In doing this, she says, we will finally become truly balanced beings – beings who are able to call on logic, reason, and rational, linear thought when needed and able to open ourselves to intuition, emotion, and divine inspiration whenever we wish. And with these great gifts find a way to save ourselves from self-destruction and to end our world’s seemingly insurmountable woes.
By Teri Degler
Award-winning author Teri Degler has written ten books including The Fiery Muse: Creativity and the Spiritual Quest (Random House, Canada) and The Divine Feminine Fire: Creativity and Your Yearning to Express Your Self (Dreamriver Press, USA) – recently an amazon.ca # 1 Bestseller in two spiritual categories. 

May 5th, 2011

A few months ago the wonderful “warrior in transition” Jeff Brown posted a blog called “Apologies to the Divine Feminine” on the pain that had been caused by his lack of awareness of the Divine Feminine, the feminine within himself, and the beauty of feminine values. http://soulshaping.com/?p=782  This powerful piece struck a chord with men and women around the world and went “viral”. Then, with Jeff’s help, popular self-awareness teachers Gay Hendricks and Arjuna Ardagh created a youtube video called “Dear Woman”, honoring feminine “energies” and apologizing for the global destruction caused by the “unconscious masculine”. http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=197663356919138&topic=483  

This attempt to increase the number of “conscious men” in the world was met with a vicious backlash from literally thousands of men who were clearly not interested in waking up!

          Within all this the Divine Feminine herself and Jeff’s original call to her has gotten lost. Here’s my attempt to bring the focus back to Her – and to remind us that while the first step in healing the suffering we see around us is in honoring the Divine Feminine, ultimately, it is in bringing the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine we hold within into harmony and balance.

 

The Divine Feminine Graciously Accepts Your Apology

          The Divine Feminine graciously accepts your apology.
          And she has asked my sisters and me to accept this apology on her behalf. She also asked us to invite you to take this opportunity to delve just a little deeper into her. When you do, she says, you might be surprised to discover that you never needed to apologize to her in the first place.
          She wants you to know that the idea of apologizing to the Divine and asking for forgiveness is based on an image of a God who exists somewhere above and beyond us; a God who sits in judgment and passes out punishment for our misdeeds; a God who, in short, looks much more like a stern, harsh father.  The Divine Feminine couldn’t be more different.  She wants simply to sit in our hearts and love us no matter what…
          As this compassionate cosmic force, she – just like the Divine Masculine – is an expression of the One, the Absolute that many call God – a divinity that is beyond knowing and certainly beyond gender. She reminds us that we all hold both these Divine Masculine and Feminine aspects of the One within. We also all hold inner masculine and feminine natures within – inner natures that reflect our inherent divinity to a greater or, often, lesser degree.
          Sadly, we often express this distorted – some would say unconscious – inner masculine/feminine in our actions. This means that, while apologizing to the Divine Feminine may not strictly be necessary, there may well be women in your life you need to apologize to. But those are apologies you need to make face to face. If I had hurt you badly – and I may well have – I can’t imagine that my making a blanket apology to the Divine Masculine would make you feel one bit better. The same is true for me. This tells me there are real, heart-felt apologies we both still need to make….
          And if by any chance you are one of the ones – man or woman – who is directly responsible for any of those horrific misdeeds you list in your apologies and manifestos – the massacre, the plunder, the ruin, the rape – the Divine Feminine wants you to know that she rains mercy on your soul, but that she is also unrelenting: You must find a way to make amends, no matter what this means or what it requires of you….
          Of course I know it’s unlikely that you are someone who has actually perpetrated those atrocities. And yet you’ve come to understand that, even though you are not directly responsible, a distortion of the inner masculine is. You can see that a society based on domination has twisted the natural longing of the inner masculine to protect, to provide, to be valiant, and to be rational and has honored  instead aggression, competition, acquisition and a denial of the heart.
          That you recognize this and feel the need to apologize for it is one of the most hopeful signs to ever grace the human race – it is a sign that a true transformation of consciousness is occurring….
          This is especially true because you’ve begun to sense that unless you pay your highest tribute to the feminine values – compassion, cooperation, communion, relationship, and interconnection – the wars and wanton destruction of the your Mother Earth will continue….
          But my sisters and I know this will be very difficult for you. From the time you were a toddler you have been taught to think that showing the feminine side of your being meant that you were showing weakness. And on some deep, primal level showing weakness terrifies you and makes you feel as exposed and defenseless as a downed animal of prey…
          But the Divine Feminine is here to tell you that the secret to adopting feminine values without feeling weak and vulnerable is to understand that the feminine side of your being has – just like the women in your life – never been weak and that, in fact, it is the feminine side of your being that is and always has been the source of your true power.
          The Divine Feminine is telling you to cast off the outmoded idea that the feminine is passive. The feminine is not now and never has been passive! Receptive, yes. Passive, no. She laughs when you don’t believe this, and tells you to look for a moment at the myths, legends, and sacred texts that tell her story: She is the creatrix of the universe; she is the Great Mother who carries the Earth in her womb and gives birth to the sun, the moon, and the stars; she is Mother Nature who thunders, storms, erupts, and roars…
          Had you known this great secret through the ages, she says, you would never have felt so weak that you were forced to prove your strength; you would never have felt so empty that you were forced to grasp what wasn’t yours; you would never have felt so vulnerable that you had to prove your power by enslaving those weaker than you or using your brute strength against my sisters and me.
          Now that you know you hold the power of the Divine Feminine within you, she says, you need never again feel threatened by her power or by the power of the women in your life. You will be able to feel the love you hold in your heart; you’ll be able to show it; you’ll be able to express your pain and to weep your tears; you’ll be able to let down your walls and let the women you love in.
          But she warns you that the knowing that will lead to these deep emotional rewards has to begin with your opening yourself to your emotions – perhaps for the first time since you were a child. You will have to allow yourself to feel your connection to her, to sense her in your body, to experience her as the life force that pulses through you and connects us all.
          She knows there is a kind of sweet irony in this: to attain the key that will fully open up your heart, you first have to crack it open yourself.  But this is essential – for the words of your pledges and your commitments to honor her have absolutely no meaning to her if they are not backed by sincere emotion…
          And then, of course, by action – action that would perhaps be most meaningful to her if it involved easing the suffering of her daughters. For, she says, feminine values can never truly flourish in a world where so many women are in despair: left without food to feed their children or themselves, taken as prizes in war, sold into sexual slavery, genitally mutilated, and – in some ways most damaging to the soul – denied the right to educate themselves and better their lot.
          Through all this the Divine Feminine is clearly telling us it is time to set aside our differences. It is time for us to honor, ultimately, the Absolute, to honor all the ways the divinity manifests in the world – in men and women, in the masculine and feminine energies within, and in the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine. In doing this, she says, we will finally become truly balanced beings – beings who are able to call on logic, reason, and rational, linear thought when needed and able to open ourselves to intuition, emotion, and divine inspiration whenever we wish. And with these great gifts find a way to save ourselves from self-destruction and to end our world’s seemingly insurmountable woes.

                                                                                      By Teri Degler

Award-winning author Teri Degler has written ten books including The Fiery Muse: Creativity and the Spiritual Quest (Random House, Canada) and The Divine Feminine Fire: Creativity and Your Yearning to Express Your Self (Dreamriver Press, USA) – recently an amazon.ca # 1 Bestseller in two spiritual categories.

Doing It My Way

February 2nd, 2011

 Last week I made a Face Book post about the line from Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s poem “The Invitation”:
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire with me
and not shrink back…
        In the post I wrote that, for me, this line always makes me think about living life with the fiery kind of passion that leads you to grasp everything that passes by with both hands, burying your face in it,  feeling  it – even when it really, really hurts…
        But this line also speaks to me about being authentic, being the “you” you truly are – no phoniness, no fakery – just being the most genuine person you can possibly be and being a person who reacts to whatever is going on around you with a sincerity that flows out of your deepest, most innermost being. This is standing in the centre of a fire for me, a fire that burns away all the dross…
        Even as a teenager I held this up as a kind of goal in life – I wanted to be “real”; I wanted to be “me”…. And even though this is a standard I fall far short of much of the time, it has remained one of the deepest, most abiding principles I try to live my life by. But, funnily enough, until I initiated that FB conversation, I had never, ever asked myself WHY this was so important to me. If I thought about it at all, I just thought of being authentic as a good thing and being unauthentic as a bad thing. Being authentic was “on” the spiritual path. Being unauthentic was “off” the spiritual path.
        But when I started asking myself the question of why this was so, I had this great revelation. (Like many of my great revelations this one now seems so obvious to me I’m chagrined to admit it that it had never occurred to me before!) And it really is obvious: The more authentic we are, the closer we are to expressing our true self – and that true self is, of course, the divine within.
        It makes me smile when I think of myself as a teenager, passionately – and I do mean passionately! – determined to be an “individual”, to live my life “my way”, to be “true to my self”. Because in those days I was a really hardcore atheist; never realizing for a moment that I was already on the path that Shakti – that divine feminine force the ancient yogis say is the evolutionary energy – was leading me down. And that is, of course, the path she is leading us all down – whether we know it or not, whether we believe it or not – the one that leads to the ultimate Realization that the real you, the very core of you, is a divine you, a radiant, holy you…

Setting the record straight on Hildegard of Bingen

January 18th, 2011

 Recently I went to see Vision, a film on Hildegard that came out last year in Germany. (If you’ve read either of my last two books, you how much I love her!) Originally entitled Aus dem Leben der Hildegard von Bingen, it was beautifully done, with wonderful cinematography and really fine acting. I highly recommend seeing it because it really captured Hildegard’s passion, her fighting spirit, and her unshakable belief in the validity of her visions. But beyond that, I think it totally missed the point!
      
Before I explain why, I have to say that Margarethe von Trotta, a highly respected German director, had an extremely tough job: trying to capture the life of a 12th century visionary who was an abbess, author, physician, composer, poet, playwright, cosmologist, innovative artist, and social/religious reformer in under two hours! And, in fact, the film did convey to some extent how passionate she was about social justice and that she focused on women’s health issues long before anyone else – two very important facets of her life.
         
Still, the film leaves out what I believe are the most noteworthy aspects of her life – perhaps most significantly, the transformative nature of her most profound spiritual experience. Although there is a lovely scene where Hildegard’s describes the “blinding light of exceptional brilliance” that flowed through her brain and kindled her heart like a flame during this experience, the point that all her writing and possibly all/most of her music was composed after this experience isn’t mentioned. This is in spite of the fact that Hildegard is quite adamant about how the experience transformed her:  “Suddenly, I understood,” she writes, “the meaning of the expositions of the books, that is to say of the psalter, the evangelists, and other catholic books of the Old and New Testaments.”
      
This sudden transformation of consciousness is exactly what the ancient yogic texts tell us happens with the awakening of kundalini-shakti – the divine feminine spiritual “energy” or force that many great thinkers say is just another name for jeng chi, dumo fire, and Holy Spirit.
     
 After this “awakening” at forty-two – already an advanced age in those days – Hildegard proceeded to produce one of the most phenomenal creative outputs in history. Between this event and her death at the age of eighty-one, Hildegard wrote three lengthy books on her visions, two books on medicine, a book depicting the cosmology of the world, two biographies of saints, a morality play, and liturgical poetry. She also expressed herself artistically by overseeing – if not doing the work herself – on numerous illustrations that depict her visions. Most of the music and lyrics – if not all – to the seventy songs that make her the most well-known medieval composer was also composed after this profound spiritual experience.
      
While we probably aren’t all going to become Hildegard’s in this life, according to the yogic writings on Shakti, we are all transforming. Those of us who recognize and work with the divine feminine force behind this transformation are going to become – like Hildegard – more creatively inspired, more dedicated to the spiritual path, and ever more passionate about easing the suffering of Mother Earth and her inhabitants. How is the divine feminine fire transforming you?

Prāna-Shakti and a Room Filled with “Energy”

November 17th, 2010

Last weekend I spoke at large conference for Therapeutic Touch practitioners. Many of this group are nurses and many of them volunteer in hospices. What an amazing bunch of women – along with a few stalwart men – they are! The energy in the room was palpable – I mean you really could feel it. 
         And it made me think about the fact that there are a lot of people in my life who — if I tried to discuss this “energy” with them –  would take it as evidence that I’m some kind of new age flake. And yet some of these friends, back in their younger days, wouldn’t have hesitated to talk about the “good vibes” or “bad vibes” that they sensed when they entered a room.
           I suspect the problem – i.e. the assumption that anyone who talks about “energy” in this way is a bit flakey – is that we really don’t have an accurate name for this “energy” or even know what it is. I mean, even those of us who talk about it and certainly sense it, know that that “energy” isn’t really the right word…  
          My guess is that what I was sensing in that room was, in fact, prāna. As I’m sure most of you know this is a yogic term that is often translated, for want of a better expression in English, as “life energy.”  According to the age-old Hatha yoga and Tantric texts, everything in the universe – not just those things we think of as “alive” – is made up of prāna.
          The full name of prāna in this sense is prāna-shakti and it is believed to be a manifestation of Shakti – the cosmic divine feminine force.
          In yoga we increase the amount of prāna in our bodies by doing breathing exercises – prāna is also the word for breath – and we improve the flow of prāna throughout our bodies by doing asanas.
          In the Taoist tradition, it is believed that chi – generally accepted as another name for prāna – can flow outward, often from the hands, and that this outward flow can be used in the both the martial and the healing arts.  If this is so, it would certainly make sense that a room filled with scores of Therapeutic Touch practitioners would have a lot of chi flowing through it!
          But wouldn’t it be wonderful if we really knew all this for sure –  if we had really solid evidence that we could bring to the scientific and medical communities?  This is exactly the kind of research Gopi Krishna began calling for decades ago! And although the number of studies on chi – pioneered decades ago by scientists like Hiroshi Motoyama – has increased greatly, Western science remains generally unconvinced. Organizations in like the Kundalini Research Network and the Kundalini Research Foundation in the states and The Institute for Consciousness Research here in Canada that keep advocating for this kind of research deserve our support!

(And wouldn’t it also be wonderful if we could talke about the “energy” in a room without having anyone think we were a bit flakey!!)

 

The Happiness Virus – Catch it if you can!

July 16th, 2010

          This week I read a short piece in The Toronto Star on some fascinating scientific research.* The researchers – from Harvard and MIT – had wanted to find out if an analytical model that was originally designed to track the proliferation of contagious diseases could also track the spread of emotions like happiness and sadness. To make a long story short (and undoubtedly sacrifice a little accuracy in the process!) in order to do this they collected data on the moods of both patients and the people around them that had originally been amassed in an extensive, long-term study on heart disease. They then plugged this data into a program that was designed to predict and trace the spread of infectious disease. In the end, according to The Star, the researchers not only found that they could track the spread of emotions, they also discovered “a correlation between an individual’s emotional state and those of the person’s contacts…In other words, it appears that you can catch happiness. Or sadness.”
         Reading this helped clarify a feeling I’ve had for a long time whenever I get involved in a conversation about how “bad” things are – global warming, ozone depletion, the recession, the horrors of the recent oil spill…. Every time I’m in one of these discussions I feel like there is a black cloud emanating out of me and everyone involved, and I have this awful sense that the conversation is, in itself, somehow making the situation worse.
          Let me make it clear that I am not talking about informed, intelligent discussion about disasters and terrible situations that is aimed at spreading important information or – especially – fostering urgent action that needs to be taken!!!
          I am talking about a kind of re-hashing of how bad things are – particularly when the listing of horrors is being used as a sort of ‘proof’ that the Armageddon thought to be predicted by the things like the Mayan Calendar is definitely on its way.
          We certainly need to keep important information about the horrors in the world flowing – the way amazing organizations like Avaaz.org do. We need to take action – and keep taking action. But we also need to catch ourselves when what we are doing is, in fact, not spreading important information or encouraging activism, but allowing ourselves to sink into – and spread – despair. [As an aside, let me say that I can’t for the life of me figure out why some people seem to be perversely pleased that Nostradamus-type predictions for disaster appear to be coming true!!]
          While Gopi Krishna was one of the great visionaries who made these types of predictions, he also made it clear that the coming of this disaster was not inevitable and that “Armageddon” was not an absolute foregone conclusion. There was a cosmic scale that could be tipped. A sufficient manifestation of the divine love – he would have said kundalini-shakti – could not only generate the light and love that would balance out the darkness, but could also foster the level of enlightenment that would, in turn, provide divinely inspired solutions to the world’s problems.
          In the meantime, let us – trite as it may sound – focus on the positive. Spread the love, the light, the hope…. As that corny, but wonderful, Johnny Mercer song from the 1940s puts it:
You’ve got to ac-cen-tu-ate the positive
Eliminate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with Mister In-Between…
You’ve got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum
Have faith or pandemonium’s
Liable to walk upon the scene….

 

*The piece printed in The Star was originally written by Rachel Bernstein and published in The Los Angeles Times. The original article on the research can be found in Proceedings of the Royal Science B. I’ll be checking this out and seeing if there is anything else of interest to be gleaned from this research.

 

 

The song without the words

May 28th, 2010

          CBC’s interest in the “Hopeful Now” blog  and Oriah Mountain Dreamer and Myrna Kostash’s insightful comments below have made me think more about this whole issue of hope. I am sure all of you are familiar with Oriah’s wonderful work (Oriah’s Website), but for those of you in far flung parts of the world who might not know Myrna, she is an award-winning Canadian author and radio documentary producer who has just finished writing a book on Saint Demetrius and how researching his life lead to an exploration of her own her Eastern Orthodox heritage.  It’s being published by University of Alberta Press and I’ll let you know when it’s out! In the meantime, here’s some further thought that has been spurred by all this interest:
          In the column I wrote on hope in the latest issue of The Feminine Fire Newsletter (Click here)  I take on Tolle’s belief that you can’t be hopeful and be in the “now”. In the column I go into more detail than I do in the blog below, and I talk about the intense feeling I experience when I am filled with hope and how it is very similar to being filled with the profound bliss that is known as ānanda in the yogic tradition – and how that seems to be a very “now” type experience!  As I thought about it later I realized that I think the difference between what Tolle is talking about and what I am describing is that I think the kind of hope he is talking about is head-centered. It is a kind of hope that is based on thinking – especially the kind of compulsive, running-in-circles thinking that is filled with “Maybe if this happens, that will happen, and then maybe this situation will be better, and then maybe that problem will get fixed…and on and on…”
          Right when I was thinking about this difference between a “feeling hope” and a “thinking hope” I was reading through Emily Dickinson’s poem again and was absolutely blown away by the third line:
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the song without the words…
That’s it! It’s the “song without the words”! That’s exactly the state of being filled with hope that I have been trying to express. It’s a wordless, non-thinking, non-expecting state of joy-filled being in which all good things seem not just possible but as if they already exist. 

Response to the Hopeful Now

May 28th, 2010

 

I have had a really wonderful response to my last blog. The CBC radio show Tapestry contacted me and had me come in and read the blog so that they could put it on the air. It will be on a show they are doing on the whole topic of hope which will probably air on their opening season show onSeptember 12th.

This Hopeful “Now”

May 2nd, 2010

I just have to shake my head when I read my last blog – the one I wrote over a month ago – with its passionate commitment to post blogs frequently and respond to your comments quickly. But it seems life, and now death, have continued to throw up road blocks on the path paved with my good intentions…
            If you know me personally, you know that my dear friend David lost his battle with pancreatic cancer on April 6th – just two months after his diagnosis and far short of the six to nine months we originally thought was the worst case scenario.
            In the midst of those two fraught, agonizing months, I wrote a column on the topic of hope for what was to be the “winter” issue of my newsletter – the one I have just sent out on this beautiful spring day.  As I mention in the column, I’d gotten the idea for writing a piece on hope over a year ago when I was listening to a song sung by the choir from Taizé. The lyrics focus on St. Paul’s famous verse in 1Corinthians about “hope, faith, and love” and how they are the only things in all the world that abide forever. In traditional Catholicism, they have even come to be thought of as the three great virtues (sort of opposed, I guess, to the seven deadly sins). My original idea had been to explore why, in the Christian tradition at least, we hear so much about faith and love and almost nothing about hope. First, I was fascinated with the idea that by simply having hope we could be doing something virtuous, and second, with the fact that thinking about hope in this context seems to have gotten lost. This idea stayed with me for a long time – and I still think it is one worth exploring – but then David became ill and “hope” took on a whole new level of personal significance in my life. It became a big part of what was keeping me, along with David’s other loved ones – and David, for sure – going. And then I came up against Eckhart Tolle’s comment “Hope is what keeps you going, but hope keeps you focused on the future, and this continued focus perpetuates your denial of the Now and therefore your unhappiness.” Although it probably seems pretty audacious of me to take on an individual as esteemed as Tolle is, I don’t think he’s got this one quite right! And I tackle his comment in my newsletter column. Since you can
click here for a copy of it, I won’t go into my comments here.
            But I do want to say that I left the column the way it was when I wrote it — with David still alive at the time – because that fact colored what I was writing to such a great extent. But doing this left unexplored the question of what – now that the outcome I was hoping for did not occur – my thoughts on hope are and how I think hope relates to the “now”:
            At any given point in those two months David’s “now” was: “I have advanced stage 4 pancreatic cancer.” At virtually every given moment, David sought to change that particular “now” – and he wouldn’t have done that if he hadn’t hoped he could. To do this, he accepted with great faith, thanks, and reverence the thousands of prayers that were being made for his full recovery. He believed deeply in teachings by men like Emmet Fox who said, “There is no disease that enough love cannot cure.” He meditated for hours a day using a creative visualization technique in which he saw the cancerous cells being replaced by healthy ones and vanishing into “white holes” – a concept he said, laughing, that he invented so that the cancerous cells could “come back as something good”.
            But David died – and he died much sooner than anyone predicted. Does it mean our hope failed? No. Absolutely not. But how can I say this in face of the fact that the outcome we so passionately hoped and prayed for did not happen?
            I just don’t know. But I do know, for one thing, that I do not believe – as many new agers do – that if David had just been able “to change his thinking” or “to be positive enough” or “to learn the lesson he was supposed to learn from his illness”, he would have been cured. I think how long we live and how we die is way more complex than that. And I also know that I have not lost my faith in hope or, for that matter, in the power of love. And I am amazed how these three “virtues” of St. Paul’s fit together and, indeed, abide in my heart. In fact, my heart is, at this very moment, this now, filled and flooded with hope – the kind of hope that Emily Dickinson calls “that thing with feathers that perches in the soul”. And I do not think this takes me out of the now.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

                        Emily Dickinson

Life Interupted

March 9th, 2010

Just over a month ago, I started blogging with great enthusiasm. I was committed to this! I was going to blog religiously every week! I would respond to every comment the minute it was posted! No slipshod, slacking-off blogging for me. And I knew I could do it. For the first time, after a year and a half of dealing with serious illness and three major surgeries, I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I was back on track – getting healthier by the day and raring to go…

And then, to pinch an old joke, I realized the track I was on was a railway and that light at end of the tunnel was, in fact, a train….

 And, tragically, this train looked like it was barreling down on someone I love much faster than it was barreling down on me: A few weeks ago one of my closest friends was – completely out of the blue – diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. And, worse, it had already metastasized. Because my friend recently moved to a town in Ontario where he would be closer to his long-time, long-distance love in Detroit, he no longer had a home in Toronto. Since Toronto is where he needs to be for his treatment, he’s moved in with my family – and into a house that was already bursting at the seams…  

This has been a time of huge adjustment for all of us. For him, of course, in ways most of us can’t even begin to imagine. But for all those who care about him, too. Right now our attitude is very positive. The statistics on pancreatic cancer, especially at this stage, are terrible – 96 to 98% succumb. But doesn’t that mean a few people out of every hundred do beat the odds? And is there any reason he can’t be one of them?

But thinking this way leaves us in a balancing act between staying positive and upbeat – believing in the power of prayer, meditation, and creative visualization – and facing the facts. What’s the difference, I ask myself, between absolute faith and complete denial?

And I find myself not thinking about him but about me. He is the person who has always been there for me. Last year, on days when my husband wasn’t available, he was the person who hauled me to doctors’ appointments and to the hospital for 6:00 am surgeries. He was the one who was there when I came out of anesthetic. He was the one whose car I barfed all over! I’ve know him for thirty-four years, and our lives are entwined in ways too numerous to mention….. But he isn’t just my friend. He is my techno-support. He is my webmaster. Without him, you wouldn’t be looking at this blog, my newsletter would never go out, my website would be a disaster….

What in the world would I do with out him?

And just how selfish and self-centered am I to be thinking about me when he is facing the greatest crisis of his life? Is this, I ask myself, also a matter of balance? A dance between thinking about “self” in a healthy way – really considering in necessary detail the difference between how our lives look and how they might look – and a blast of selfishness and self-obsession? All this also makes me wonder: What is being “negative” and what is being realistic? What is delusion? What is hope?

These are important questions. And even though they aren’t specifically related to the stated topics of this blog — like kundalini, consciousness, and the divine feminine – they are questions about life, so I invite you to respond to them.  And, more importantly, I ask you to put the name David McMaster, 54, Toronto, on every prayer, meditation, chanting, white light hot-line you know…. And I thank you for it.