Deaths of those we know can be inspiring, or at the least,
motivating. A hero's death can cause us to reflect on our
raison d'etre. Conscious deaths can bring our being to new
potentials and if you have followed my writings then you
know that I regard death with awareness to be the living
doorway to mystical insight. There are an unending stream
of deaths that are presented to us as we wend our way down
life's path. These can be in our immediate family, in our
extended family, in our accidental surroundings, in our intentional
surroundings, in the news, as a result of human undertakings,
as a result of nature's vagaries, accidents, genetic coding,
or just plain “old age.” In all cases death surrounds us
and challenges us and confronts us and will not let us loose,
whether we be a candidate Buddha or just another commoner.
In scriptures death is presented as something more than
the incidental punctuation of alleged accomplishments. It
is used to motivate change within the lives of those that
continue in this illusion. Most consciously one is sometimes
asked to do “impermanence” practice[s]. I will give a few
examples:
1) You visualize your own death as many
as 100,000 times. In doing this you go through as many
variations of your possible death as you can come up with,
accidental and “natural.” Further you visualize the funeral
itself, the memorial service, the body being burned, or
laid to rest in the dirt below. At the funeral you watch
those that have come – the passionate, the weeping, the
self-serving, the praising, the bored, the personal acquaintances,
and the family. You watch them not only there but you enter
their lives and watch the way in which they are now different.
Obviously this type of practice takes quite a bit of time
and commitment, just trying to do this one thousand times
will likely take you a year, doing it 100,000 times can
take forever, but I strongly suggest you try it, that you
take, at the least, a few steps down this path.
2) That in unifying heart, body, and
mind in a dimensional world of a linear timeframe [past,
present, and future] you put your forehead on the ground
100,000 times. These prostrations are your symbolic presentation
of surrender. What are you surrendering? You are surrendering
your “small” ideas, in a nutshell the idea that “you” are
an accomplishing agent, that “you” are getting something
important done, in fact, that “you” are getting anything
at all done! If you “chew” on that insight for awhile you
will see the premise of falseness within most human activity.
Does this mean that despair and malaise will follow? No,
it does not. Something marvelous awaits those that make
this effort. When someone comes to me and outlines a particular
problem that has no obvious solution I often advise them
to go to sleep. If they awaken and the problem still exists,
just go to sleep again, and repeat this cycle until it
is no longer large and stressful. This actually works.
Try it!
Marlon Brando left his large and aging body behind a few
weeks ago, and left a lot of folks scrambling for insights
into his enigmatic life. I watched the interview that he
did with Larry King in 1994 twice more and found it quite
delightful. They were like two punch-drunk fighters trying
to spar once more, both having brought more questions than
answers to the repartee.
Another recent death actually motivated me to write this
piece. Andrew N.S. Glazer, “The Poker Pundit” at 48 years
of age, a writer and non-practicing attorney, without advance
notice, is gone. Andy has been a productive writer for some
time around backgammon and then poker. He came from Atlanta
to Esalen [Big Sur, California] for two weeks and stayed
there for two years, transforming his life and rethinking
his goals. We were to write a piece together right now to
be published under his byline which I had put off from May
of this year to July, asking him if that was okay. “Fine” he
replied, “we are in no rush.” An answer that disturbs me
now. Haunts me would be too strong, but is not completely
wrong either. So I will take my own advice and sleep on it.
Several times. |