A Personal Aspiration for Life

…just this tremendous amount of love everywhere from people I did not know.

And I’ve found that the God has made a very, very loving world, and my prayer for you is that you find your world to be the same, and my prayer for myself is that whether someone throws roses at me or throws mud at me, I should remain the same and there should be no change in the level of my love.  That’s my prayer for myself, and for you, may you find the world to be as full of love as beautiful as that I have found in traveling around to strange places, new places.  Everywhere may you find the same.

I don’t know, thanks is not enough.  Songs from Greece and poems from Italy and from Holland and from Surinam and something I had composed sixty years ago has been sung for me today.  One thing has been in my life.  Whichever country, whichever society, whichever group of people I am with,  it feels to me that they are my people.  Whichever country I am in, I feel this is my country and this is my language. Their literature is my literature, and their customs are my customs,  and their philosophers are philosophers of my lineage.  So I’ve enjoyed sitting at the spot where Plato’s academy is in Athens, the ruins of that.  When I was sitting there, I felt I was making an ancient connection just as I feel in the temples of the Himalayas.

I wish you all, there is nothing else I can give you in response to what you have given me, I wish you all, wish for you all, always a very beautiful and loving world.  God bless you.

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Holland

Given after a celebration of his birthday

March 24, 2009

Meeting with the SVB

The Swami was here to lecture and launch his book Wanam – India and Africa: A Spiritual Dialogue. Interested people had formed a Committee and the Behavioural Sciences Department at UWI saw the value of his presence and work so they arranged a symposium and a book launch. Those sensible to the philosophy of intercultural commonalities gathered at the Hall to listen and be inspired.
I was fortunate to be seated next to him, and to hear his words, practised as he is in the philosophies of spiritual traditions across the world and sensitive as he is to the similarities among those traditions.
This, in fact, was the thesis of his lecture: that differences among ethnic groups are artificial; they all share common spiritual philosophies and rituals. Specifically, he spoke to us about Indian and African spirituality, identifying the similarities and suggesting that we confront each other because we do not know our traditions and have allowed our perception of ourselves and each other to become distorted by imperial impositions.
He had made several visits to Africa, his most recent was to Benin and Burkina Faso, a trip arranged through his spiritual son and disciple, Ouedraogo Idriss Raoua from Burkina Faso, who turned up at the Swami’s ashram, a man whom the Swami described as having a saumya (an endnote explains that this is a common word in the languages of India expressing the character and nature of a person by looking at whom the same feeling arises in the heart as when looking at a full moon) face and mien.
From this trip, and others that took him to East and South Africa, the Swami offered himself as a visitor to these parts. He had spent some years in Guyana as a spiritual guide so he understood the ethnic divisions there, in Suriname and in Trinidad. He asked to be invited here; he wanted to share what he had seen of African spirituality and what he knew of Indian spirituality. He wanted to make an intervention here in a moment of political and social tension; he wanted to educate and meditate.
He did not go to study Africa, he said; he went to revere Africa. How can one study without sentiment, he asked in his critique of anthropology. Herein is his distinguishing philosophy and from this base, he spoke of many things, including the word Harambee in the Swahili vocabulary. Harambee is a concept of people and communities pulling together to build a new nation. The word and concept were as applied and popularised by Jomo Kenyatta. It is Kenya’s Independence national motto.
Harambee, the Swami had researched, is an expression of praise to Ambee Mata, a manifestation of the tiger-riding Hindu Goddess Durga. Indian labourers building Kenya’s railway had to lift heavy loads. They would co-ordinate their breathing by shouting “Har Har Ambee” and lift on the final syllable. The word Harambee entered the Swahili vocabulary and this concept of people pulling together to lift the loads that would build an independent nation was adapted by Kenyatta in 1963.
He traced the etymology of the word “witch” in a number of languages as part of his treatise on vodou and shamanism. In Europe, he argued, these people would be respected as wise men and women; in Africa and India, they are labeled witches and shamans.
All this and more he delivered in a low, even tone so that sitting next to him, I too felt calmed. Others in Hall must have been similarly affected; when the Swami took us through a breathing meditation exercise at the end of his lecture, a man at the back of the Hall snored.
But then mid-week, I read about the Chandresh Sharma and Neil Parsanlal exchange during the budget debate, Sharma head-counting to make a point about anti-Indian discrimination, and Parsanlal crying shame that “…on every occasion this has to descend to race…” Except that Parsanlal was the one who paraded his dougla ethnicity in the same Parliament, using his biology as evidence that his political party was multi-ethnic compared to the people he observed on the Opposition benches.
Now, the Swami having left, I am bereft of the calm he inspired but strengthened, for now, against the disingenuous nonsense we masquerade as national debate.
Sunday, September 20th 2009
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Grace

On the way to India in August of 1989, I spent ten days at our Himalayan Institute near Hamburg in West Germany. It is a center that has grown tremendously in less than ten years under the dynamic leadership of Wolfgang Bischoff. This time he had prepared 50 students to study with me, and the enjoyment of teaching was all mine.

One evening all the Ashram members – residents of the Institute – gathered at Wolfgang’s house. One of the questions they asked was: “We came to live at this Institute ashram with the hope of studying, practicing meditation, and living peacefully; instead, we have to work hard day and night to keep the Institute growing. Why is that?”

I would like to share with you the answer the Guru Spirit put into my mouth at that moment:

“There is much ignorance, and no end to suffering on this planet. There are only a few saints and masters to alleviate it. Their work is at the scale of an entire planet. If it were not for them, humanity would have self-destructed long ago. In addition to what they do, do we also want them to come personally to all their offices and answer and organize beginning level classes? . . . . . . The word ‘member’ means an ‘organ,’ a ‘limb.’ It is in this sense that Christians are ‘members of Christ.’ We initiates are eyes, ears, hands and feet of the spiritual masters. This is as much as we can be, to share their burden; this is how we are part of their work. Their minds’ strength and wisdom works through us, so we may help a few to make a start. When we view, or know, or remember, ourselves as members in the spiritual body of the masters, their life-force, their grace flows through us. Our own minds grow in that grace — only when we remember that in all our work, we are serving as ‘members,’ as ‘organs,’ of that Spirit.”

The next day I heard that some residents of that ashram cried: “Oh how easily we forget that we are members in the spiritual body of the Guru Spirit, making a minor contribution to the Guru’s planetary work!”

Did St. Peter rest? Did St. Paul retire? I sometimes wonder what the retinue of St. Francis had to say.

I cannot forget how much suffering there is all around me in the world, and how few are capable of alleviating it through wisdom.

At one time I made bricks with my own hands to build an ashram and a school in an isolated community in South America. I still make bricks – somewhat differently now. Will you join me?

May you enjoy very sound sleep every night, after tiring you body in the service of others.

Yours lovingly!