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Darkness from Down Below

Darkness from Down Below

I went to the gynecologist for my annual exam, yet another post-vax appointment for adulting that I so loathed. The thing is, this year, it wasn’t really an annual exam — I had skipped 2020, fearing covid, so now I suppose it was I bi-annual exam. Breast exam was fine, check. But during the pelvic exam the doctor found something “atypical” on my cervix and collected cells for a biopsy.
I got home and, naturally, started stressing. I stressed that I had cervical cancer. What is more is that I stressed because I felt that if I did have cervical cancer, it was my fault; I was a failure for skipping my 2020 exam. Mind you, my general practioner had said missing the 2020 pap smear was no big deal: The Association of Genecology had changed guidelines for women my age, recommending pap exams only once every three years. Still, though, I was weighed by the thought that any cancer cells lurking on my cervix could have been avoided if I hadn’t been such a pussy and just gone to the doctor when I believed I was supposed to (to hell with what the American Association of Genecology said).
Of course, the ridiculousness of my mental rabbit hole did hit me pretty quickly and I started to consider the deeper wrong view: I believe that this body is supposed to be under my control, at least if I follow the rules, uphold my end of the bargain,  do everything “right’ — like going to the doctor in a timely and consistent manner — I will be able to force my will upon my body and keep it healthy. But is that really how it is supposed to be?
My preference for my body is a health state, it is a state I identify with, a state I have more or less enjoyed for some time, so I tend to view that state as normative. When it is ‘off’, there must be a personal failure that led to a deviation from the normative state. But, for starters, my view of normative is wrong. What is actually normal is for everything to change and decay and sicken. Why should I believe this body reflects me, my standards of normal and acceptable, when quite clearly the evidence it does not is sitting right there on my cervix.
Why should I believe that if I upkeep my end on an imaginary agreement, I diligently go to doctors appointments, this body is bound to stay healthy? Stay in a state of health that is utterly against its shifting, changing, degrading nature to stay in. This is just a mental construct to scaffold the illusion of control –if I do A body must do B. I didn’t do A so it must be my fault body didn’t do B. But this arrangement, this logical tautology, exists in my mind alone. This is not reality. There is no bargain with my body.
 At the deepest level, I have a belief I can game this world and win. Like if I make up some set of ‘right’  actions, and then diligently do them, I have earned the title of right, of just, of deserving; I have become an identity that enables me, ENTITLES ME, to become some great master of the universe. Or at least master of my belongings. Or at least master of my body…Master of something damn it!
But the truth is, no evidence in the world proves that this crazy equation I made up is how things really are. In fact, all around, my body, my belongings are there to give ready testimony to my lack of mastery. To my lack of  entitlement of control. My diligently attending annual physicals not withstanding. And so, perhaps its time to go back again to exploring the evidence my body and belongings have been whispering (actually totally screaming) all along…stay tuned dear reader for a return to Anatta-lakkhana sutra.
Heir to My Karma Does Not Mean Identity From My Karma

Heir to My Karma Does Not Mean Identity From My Karma

One of my first post-vax appointments was the dermatologist. I left the doctor’s office with a few fewer moles and refills on my rosacea medications. When I got home and cracked open a fresh new tube of my medicated cream, I decided to once again thinking about rupa, rosacea and me. Specifically about how exactly –what it will finally take –to make myself see clearly that this face, this body, it isn’t myself or mine. It isn’t about me. At first, I just reviewed the ‘facts’, variations on rupa contemplations I had had before:
I put 4 element cream on my 4 element face to clear my rosacea. If it works, I feel confirmed — like I am the master of this face, I can force it to my will, push it to be, and maintain it in, a state I think reflects me/what I want to be. But if I look closer, the evidence is right in front of me:
 The very fact that I need to use a 4e object to manipulate another 4e object tells the truth of what these objects are –continually shifting rupa that changes in reaction to itself and its environment. When my face clears, what it really proves is rupa follows rupa’s rules. It doesn’t obey my desire. If it did, I wouldn’t need a cream at all — I could will my rosacea gone with my thoughts alone. In fact, if rupa followed my rules, I wouldn’t have rosacea at all. The truth is these objects don’t bow to me, they don’t operate on my terms. I have to operate on their terms.
As such, to say any object at all is about me or confirms me is nonsense. The reality is, if all the same causes, conditions and circumstances are met (which is a pretend statement, because the exact same causes conditions and circumstances are never met twice) anybody can remove the rosace from this face I call mine. It doesn’t prove anything about me. And as the causes, conditions and circumstances change so too will the state of this face and it’s disease all in accordance with the nature of rupa.
 The fact is that sometimes I use a cream and it helps. Other times it does nothing, and other times it makes things worse. This is because the changing nature of causes, conditions and circumstances ensure that a cream, any rupa intervention, can only work some of the time.  How do I claim mastery when it isn’t mastery all the time? How do I say this process confirms me and my relationship to ‘mine’ when it matches my conception of me and mine only some of the time? Sometimes working, and sometimes not working prove the nature of rupa and disprove that the nature of rupa is to follow my personal designs.
But sometimes also shows the nature of circumstances that act as causes above and beyond the rupa. The money to pay for the dermatologist to write the script and the effort/ merit that got me that money. The intention, the follow through, the research to find the right doctor, etc. Rupa and nama, hand-in-hand,  contribute to the circumstances. Circumstances that sometimes are sufficient to result in outcomes –like clear skin — that align with my wishes, and that other times do not. Either outcome proves only that the world is governed by cause and effect: If all the same circumstances were present for anyone, the outcome would be the same. This proves that circumstances aren’t really about me,  doesn’t PROVE ME, they only prove that nature of this world is conditional, that effects arise based on causes, that a particular set of circumstances gives rise to a particular outcome.
And isn’t karma just another word for circumstances? I believe so strongly that my karma is who I am. The circumstances I put in place before can make me a thing –a good alana, worthy of living in a world that aligns with my desires, and other such delicious cookies (and not whammies). But can karma/circumstances carry/contain a self any more than faces and bodies?
Everything that plays out in the now, today, is a product of what was seeded in the past. Much like a face that hits a state of rosace flare or calm, my whole life, the whole world, it is contingent –conditional –on whatever came before that caused it to take on its current state, that gave rise to its current shape. I pretend that I AM my karma, that an identity can be found there, but a little thought experiment proves otherwise: Can I prove that past Alana is present Alana? Because if I want to claim an identity based off of current states, that were seeded by past states, I need to claim those past states as self as well, don’t I?
But the truth is, I frequently don’t claim past Alana states, I often feel completely disconnected with them. Houston Alana, Tibetan Buddhist Alana, these are states of alanahood I can hardly recall, better yet identify with. Sometimes, when I look back, those seem like alien selves. In fact, there are states of my past I am downright shameful of: I used to be a player, used lovers for my amusement. Now, I certainly wouldn’t do the same, I am regretful, shameful of that version of myself. But that Alana didn’t really understand how hurtful I was being, I didn’t know any better. Now I do know better, that set of behavior, that identity isn’t what I call ME. Still though, whether I call Player Alana me, or self,  doesn’t truly matter, regardless I will bear the consequences of my past behavior. I don’t claim the cause, but I suffer the fruits, this already calls into question the idea that I can somehow unearth an identity in my karma.
Which brings me to being heir to my Karma. The other night  Eric considered quitting his abusive job. I encouraged him to, said we would figure it out. But he wants this to be his last job pre-retirement and thinks we don’t have enough savings to retire now without compromising our lifestyle. He candidly told me that in the past ( like when we moved to NY) , me compromising on where we live hasn’t worked well. I don’t exactly suffer silently and he doesn’t want to be miserable because I am. It really hit my heart: Even if I could promise “I have changed, this time will be different, I have corrected some views, he wouldn’t believe me. Eric said as much, he is scared I will become depressed, freak out again. I have in the past. He is right of course. Even if I have changed. Even if I really could not freak out. I still bear the effects of past freakouts. Just as monk Angulimala still got pelted with rocks by those who remembered him as murdery Angulimala. It makes it so clear that I can be heir to my karma without that karma confirming any identity on me. Afterall, freakout Alana is not who I want to be. It wasn’t when it was happening and it isn’t now. But still, I deal with the lingering effect.
The truth is, I don’t want to be part of the cause of Eric keeping a stressful job he hates. But in so far as he does it out of fear I will act as I did in the past, I continue to reap the karma of past freakouts, it snowballs into new karma in Eric and my relationship. Still, this is not me, this is not who I am. It is simply that actions, born of my views, have effects. But just like rupa states, born of a particular arrangement of rupa conditions, are effect. The world following the world’s rules of cause and effect can’t confirm me. It shows quite the opposite –that the world doesn’t bow to me, or operate on my terms, I am forced to operate on its terms. Cause has effect ad infinitim. To claim an identity in an ever snowballing cascade of causes and effects is crazy.
Where is that Post-Vax Bliss I Had Been Dreamin’ of?

Where is that Post-Vax Bliss I Had Been Dreamin’ of?

Finally, after over a year of strict isolation, I got vaccinated and was ready to burst out of my bubble and embrace the world again. But, before I could bask in the joys of my newfound freedom I had responsibilities to attend to. First and foremost, a shit ton of doctors appointments I had put off far too long.  Of course, I  don’t really want to go to the dentist, GYN, eye doc, etc. These things are not fun, these things are uncomfortable and cause me fear that something sinister will be found. These aren’t the activities of freedom I had fantasized about every day for over a year.  But the whole pandemic, I worried about not going for my check-ups and now that I am suddenly ‘free’, I worry about going…it made me see I can’t really win. This is truly how life is, never really the blissful honeymoon we imagine. 
When I don’t have something I want it. When I have it, I worry about loosing it. Then, if I tire of it before it goes, I worry about the responsibility of getting rid of it. Or, if I still cling to it when I loose it I am devastated by the loss. Then I hustle to try to find it again. If I get something worse I am sad and keep striving. If I get something better then the cycle begins again. Where exactly is satisfaction? Where is my bliss?
I was thinking about this in the context of moving. When I moved to Houston, I was unhappy, I wanted something better. But after a time, it was mine and when Eric got a job at Google, I was devastated to leave the life I had established, claimed, imagined a future with. Once in SF, I craved a return to Houston, I was miserable. Until of course I ended up claiming SF. I left Houston behind. Now I barely think about Houston, it is so far from me and mine, just a place I don’t cling to or associate with at all.
When I moved to SF I hated it, but at some point, I claimed it as mine. I became an SFer and SF reflected me. But while there, I stressed constantly I would loose it for lack of money to live there or about its decline: Homelessness, crime, environmental destruction. Finally, I tired of it and went looking for something better, only moving to NY I got something I felt was worse and I pined for what I lost in SF. I tried so hard to find a way back to the fair city that was mine, that I had foolishly grown bored with and ‘tossed’ away. Until the fires began to get worse and the reality that a severe asthmatic was poorly suited to a life in fire country, helped me detach, let go of a dream that suddenly felt impossible. I still miss it. I now need to find a new home, something at least as good if not better.
This body I worry about constantly. I have it. I love it with all my heart. But what is the ratio of time I spend stressing over it versus enjoying it? Every single day I worry about it getting sick, old, sagging, dead. Care and feeding of it is a constant task. Exercise and diet to maintain it and prolong it. I live in fear of its loss. I live in embarrassment when I feel its look/shape/smell/sound don’t reflect me.  I cling so hard. The other day, I looked at a mole I worry may be changing. On the tail of the autoimmune stuff, the arm pain, the blue finger, I literally felt like I just can’t do it any more.  One more doctors visit to worry about, to  I ‘celebrate’ my freedom with…the concern is crushing me. But whose fault is that? Why don’t I lay down the burden of clinging to this body so tightly? Afterall, won’t it be like Houston in the end? Something I leave behind and eventually stop looking back at: Not me, or mine, just a place I lived once. But until I do, its worry. Stress. Dukkha. No bliss in sight, vaxxed or not.
Waiting Around to Get Sick and Die

Waiting Around to Get Sick and Die

At my first visit, my new rheumatologist asked some questions about my symptoms (I had none save the one time blue finger) and ordered additional labs. When all the results came back, I had a second appointment and the Dr. basically told me that I had markers of a possible, future autoimmune disease, but in the absence of symptoms, there was nothing to do but wait and see. I pressed her for solutions, things I could do to keep the odd in my favor — is there a diet I could follow? preventative meds or supplements? I am not a lazy woman, I explained to the doctor, I will do whatever it takes, just tell me what to do. I am, a doer after all.  But rheumatology doesn’t focus on disease prevention, it doesn’t know much about what causes the body to start attacking itself in the first place; a rheumatologist just writes prescriptions to manage symptoms once a disease has explicitly arisen.
I left the appointment thinking that the doctor, the entire field of rheumatology was crazy –everything has a cause, if I can do something now to prevent the cause of a diseased state, I can mitigate the result. Waiting and seeing seemed like crap medicine to me. I seriously didn’t want to just sit around waiting to get sick and die.
But then I thought about it more –isn’t my whole life just waiting around to get sick and die? Isn’t everything after birth just a distraction — circles we run in, while we sit in Death’s waiting room?   If this seems like a crazy approach to managing my health, how on earth do I find it an acceptable way to live my life?
And yet, it is inarguable that this little arrangement, birth into Death’s waiting room, was one I willingly embraced: Everyone already knows damn well this is part of the contract, exactly what we sign-up for.
I don’t want to wait and die– why be born?
I don’t want to be sick –why have a body?
I don’t want to suffer — duh, this is built into the fabric of the world, why entrap and tether myself to it?
The answer is, I think I can game the system. I think I can trade painful things I don’t like for awesome things I do, and somehow walk away net ahead. It’ll be worth it, I know.  I accept what I imagine will be brief hiccups of time I don’t like for periods when I can be happy. Or at least periods I imagine I will be happy. This is the siren song of hope. It is fueled by the sometimeses. By the belief that some trait or characteristic, the force of my will –I am a doer after all — will mean I get the last laugh.
But in the end, I can do, I can bring the force of my will,  knowledge, preparation, with me into that waiting room. And what does it really buy? Duration –either upping or lowering. A change in the details of the circumstance –either better, or worse. I can laugh and I can cry, but none of that changes the reality of the situation: I am just sitting around waiting to get sick and die. If this is unacceptable to me, I had best identify and mitigate the causes, otherwise, long or short, over and over I will wait and then I will die.
A Disease of the Body to Fit the Disease of the Mind

A Disease of the Body to Fit the Disease of the Mind

Waiting for more information from the doctors, waiting for a diagnosis, waiting for the symptoms of illness to set in, waiting to get sick and die, I got to thinking more about what exactly autoimmunity is and how it is an illness that fits my own brand of crazy…

What is autoimmunity — it is my own body attacking myself. It fits. It fits my personality. I am so harsh and unaccepting, of others, but especially of myself. It is part of my effort to curate who I am, to curate a world that I find acceptable to live in. I forcefully reject what is unacceptable in an effort to define not me, not how things should be. I use self control, and discipline, and self loathing, to force me to be more of what I want to be. Just look at my old gym routines and dieting, my extreme efforts to be a fit-not-fat-alana and you, I, can see just what kind of person I am.

I see my body as servant. There to do what I want. To be forced into the shape and function I think most reifies my belief of who I am/want to be. I am relentless. I don’t accept my body for what it is. I don’t accept the world for what it is. I pretend I don’t have to yield to this body. I think it is there for me. Of course it is attacking itself. Attacking the cells and tissues it sees as “not me”. That is exactly what I do. I live on the attack of things both inside and outside myself, when they don’t align with my limited views of who I and how the world should be.
Underlying all this is a deep misunderstanding of the world, of myself.  I believe there is something I can become, that there is something the world can become –some state of perfection that follows my definitions, my will. And if I can’t curate the whole world, at least I have power over what I claim, the things closest to me. My body. My people. My “personality” and desires and actions. Those, at a minimum, will be what I want them to be. I will whip them into shape. Whip them when they come out of line. Walk faster Eric, Walk faster.  I am, unaccepting of the world as it is. I am unaccepting of the things I call “mine”  being as they are, as being part of this world, following the worldly laws, instead of mine.
Why do I do this? On some level, I think my best lever for manifesting the world as I want it is through force. If I am soft it won’t change. Acceptance is soft, this is an arbitrary view, but still because of it I believe that if I accept then things will never change. I use harshness and lashing out as a mechanism to motivate myself to try and force change.
Even more fundamentally, I believe the world should be what I want, that is can be shaped, by me into a state I want, and held there indefinitely. The world being otherwise is unacceptable. It is a sign of failure. My own failure in cases where things are mine, and the failure of other when I perceive them to be involved in the generation of an unacceptable state.
The question is, how can a natural state of this world be unacceptable? It arose based on causes and conditions. It is unacceptable in my mind alone, the reality is that the world is exactly as it should be. I may be unaccepting, harsh, unyielding, always on the attack, but none of that changes what this world, what this body actually are. I am like an idiot who bangs their head against the wall in the hopes of knocking it down. For all my force, all I come away with is a headache, pain, suffering. I suffer because I can’t accept the world for what it is. I can’t accept by body for what it is. I look at and endless cycle of cause and effect, of flux and change, trying to figure out how exactly to ‘fix’ it. Forcing fixes, attacking what not broken. I have a disease of the body that fits my disease of the mind.
Death is a Symptom of Life

Death is a Symptom of Life

Suddenly, my finger turned blue, and with a momentary sting, a shock of color, my whole life changed. The pain was over in a flash. The fingers back to their normal pink within 2 days. But the Drs visit, and the subsequent lab work, uncovered abnormalities –markers of autoimmune disease — with a lingering effect. I was referred to a rheumatologist, and as I waited for my appointment with the specialist, I started down the google-rabbit-hole to try and self diagnose what may be going on.
Endless hours of research later, I was laying in bed, arms aching from the effort of my Googling, and I started thinking about a dhamma topic that I had taken-on as self assigned homework: Find daily examples of my suffering an trace it back to a cause.  Arms throbbing, I thought about the suffering of my physical pain , and as I considered the cause, the most obvious thing popped into my head. The cause of pain is having a body. If you have a body, you will always be subject to pain, you will inevitably encounter it. This was part of the fine print, the agreement I made: I so deeply desired a birth, a body, to play in the rupa world, and with that body I got the pain that goes with it.
I thought more about it, the pain, and I realized it was a symptom. The arm pain. The finger pain. The elevated autoimmune antibodies in my blood work. The itchy spots on my nose. The recent knee sprain. The old nagging hip injury. The suffocation of an asthma attack. The fatigue and wooziness of an allergic reaction. All these are just symptoms. So what was the disease? Birth is the disease, having a body is the cause.
After days of research on lupus and connective tissue disorder (which is what elevated autoantibodies, like what my labs showed, often indicate) I started thinking about birth, having a body –about my own body — in the same dry terms as all the medical journals I had been slogging through used:
Disease — Having my body:
Significant morbidity. Mortality – fatal 100% of the time.
Prognosis varies by patient, with symptoms often waxing and waning, with brief remission possible, relapse inevitable. Some have a relatively stable course of illness while others have sudden ,severe, outcomes and death.
Symptomology highly individualized. With the possibility of systemic illness and organ involvement.
Muscle atrophy . Dental involvement. Weakening eyesight. Decreased lung capacity and breathing difficulty.  Excessive weight gain. Skin discoloration. High urinary frequency. Susceptible to both bacterial and viral infection.
I just kept thinking about all the issues I, and others, experience and realized that being in this body is a disease. It is, in and of itself, a state that leads to what the medical establishment calls morbidity and mortality, aka. suffering and death.
Here I am, so anxious over the imaginary future of lupus: A future of decrepitude, where I can’t enjoy life and do all that I want. Of kidney and heart involvement, early death, painful medical tests and  high healthcare costs. Morbidity and mortality. So why wasn’t I this scared of birth? When this is exactly the same prognosis of being alive and in a body. What on earth made me sign that agreement, ok the the fine print  that inevitably insured  this outcome?
I remembered something I read in one of LP Thoon’s books — that we think all this is normal. I got to wondering how exactly we all normalize death and disease and pain and considered some of the blogs I had been reading of folks who had an autoimmune disease. One woman didn’t worry about tests, or blood markers, anymore, she just cared about symptoms. Another had positive labs for years before her diagnosis — with each passing day, she worried less and less about the labs, letting them sink to the back of her mind. Till , of course one day when got sick.  In retrospect, she said she was so happy to have ‘lived a normal life’, ignoring the sings of impending trouble, while she still could.
I am sure once upon a time, these women, like me now, were in the early phases. Just getting initial labs. Just figuring out what was going on. Freaking-out, trying to imagine a new diseased life, mourning he loss of the healthy life they imagined their future selves would have.  But they adjusted, adapted, integrated this new information into a new imagined identity and future. And voilà — the true terror of their own morbidity and motility — got dulled, eventually normalized by the new routines of their life, new limitations, new imagined future.
I suppose that is it. It is the same way I ignored the disease of life when I sought out birth. I focused on the good parts. I figured I could worry about the disease later, letting it sink to the back of my thoughts till boom — a blue finger. I had factored morbidity and mortality into the equation, but only abstractly, it was a future problem (though actually it is an every moment problem). Everyone faces it. Its inevitable. With each new pain, new symptom, I adjust. I normalize. I accept he disease. But should I? Mae Neecha once said to wait, I will see, that all there is in this life is suffering. Periods of more suffering and periods of less. now I am waiting, waiting around to break and die. Seeing that life looks pretty much like a text book disease, and I am beginning to see her point.
The Trap of Arbitrary

The Trap of Arbitrary

A note from present-day-alana (April, 2023):

In recent years, the concept of ‘arbitrariness’ has, over time, become a core point of contemplation in my practice. As I consider the idea of ‘identity’, where it arises from, and, ultimately its hollowness, considering arbitrariness has been a key tool for me. Afterall, if the characteristics we choose to build our uniqueness – our identity— from are just arbitrarily selected, could have been anything, THIS OR THAT depending on the circumstances, can we really claim that the identity we have built is inherent and absolute?

Is my identity really so damn special if I just choose characteristics arbitrarily, choose the meaning I assigned to them arbitrarily, and then arbitrarily claim I possess those characteristics and therefore I am a certain thing? What is arbitrary is just a random choice, a personal whim, it is meaningless. The identities we build –that seem so solid and important to us – could have just as easily been something else if the stars had aligned, if that is what we had selected, and curated, and convinced ourselves of. There is nothing so special about what we chose, what we believe ourselves to be. There is no significance to an arbitrarily constructed ‘alana’.

But, I am getting waaaaaayyyyy ahead of myself here. We will, I promise, in due time circle back…I offer this introduction only to highlight just how important, and nuanced, a tool ‘arbitrary’ has become for me, because this blog here is going to share one of my earliest, nascent considerations of the idea of arbitrariness.

It all started because I had sent a brief line to Mae Neecha, sharing a bit about my recent contemplation efforts on the 5 aggregates of clinging, and asking for a bit of clarification about #5, consciousness. Something Mae Neecha said in passing really got my wheels turning. She said:

“Basically, it is a process that relies on arbitrary permanence (choose A or B – there’s no real meaning) and then builds upon that uncertain foundation (well, last time you chose A so since you’re familiar with A, let’s choose A again… over and over until you “become” A)”.

Below are the contemplations spurred on by her comment:


On Mae Neecha’s point that the creation of self-starts with some arbitrary ‘choice’:

I was thinking it is like moving to SF. I moved, once I was there, I came to identify with it. It became me, me an SFer. When I left, I was devastated, losing a part of me. And in NY I hated it because it was so ‘not me’.

Birth in a body is much the same way, I end-up in a body, just as I ended up in the city of SF, and over time it becomes who I am. I am defined by the body, I imagine that it manifests me, that I have a specific future with it. The thought of leaving it is painful.

Of course, from my current perspective, it is hard to see the ‘choice’ that went into my body, but in other circumstances, the choice is more clear. For example, I shop for homes, I buy one with architecture, or location, that reflect me, my preferences, who I think I am. I choose features I think will bring me comfort. In the selection process I imagine a future with the home, a future I believe the home will bring about (note to self alana: this didn’t work too great with the Manhattan loft or the country home in Connecticut).

If you have the resources, you can pick a home, one you believe reflects you. One that conjures an imaginary future you like. Of course, with less resources, you have less choice. With a body, this is likely how a transgender person is born into a “home” they don’t see as reflecting them (trans folks are the perfect example of how the 4e body really doesn’t manifest our imagined version of our self –I have used the idea of being trans in several contemplations about if our body can ever really reflect our identity).

Of course, even in a case of less resources, the identity built, and the objects selected to reflect that identity, are still arbitrary. Based on old aggregates, which were also arbitrary. Like the study of kids broken up into blue and brown eyes and told blue eyed kids are inferior and brown eyed kids superior: Before the study, the physical trait existed, but there was no identity. But the identity was planted, and then the trait used to prove it. Just like with the beaver dam (you can read the beaver contemplation here): I am the one who chooses which trait to focus on. I am the one that assigns one meaning over another. It truly is arbitrary. Worse, I don’t just choose the trait, the rupa, to identify me with, I choose a particular state of rupa, 1 arrangement in the continual shifting of a form that is optimally me/mine. And when rupa shifts past that peak state, I am stressed and saddened.

I call something mine. Mine is in my mind and not the object: At KPY one time I saw a ladder with a post-it note that read, “Mine not yours”. The writer was claiming the ladder. But every reader, from their perspective, would read the ladder is “mine”. No where buried in the ingredients of the ladder is an extra element “mineness”. That exists in the mind alone. No 1 ladder acts fundamentally different than other ladders: It is, as all things, a product of causes and will continue for as long as the causes allow, and then it will cease. Sticky note and imagination aside, there is no special ladder.

Just like all bodies are made of the same elements, none is special. I just choose a specific set of traits, give them meaning, claim they identify me or reflect my identity and then I try and force the particular body I am in to reflect those traits. Or, I choose the traits because they already exist in the body I am in. On and on this cycle goes. Trying to use form to manifest self.

But that is not what from is. That isn’t what form does. How do I know? Because everyone can use this body, just like everyone can use that sticky-noted ladder. Every woman knows anyone can use our bodies at anytime; we grow-up with stern warnings about the dangers of walking alone at night, of leaving our drinks unattended at the bar, we live in fear of rape.  If this body is free for anyone to use, how do I claim it is something that will uniquely reflect me, my desires, my vison of who I am, my vison for my future?

If this body really manifested me, made my identity reified in form, then it wouldn’t change into states I despise. How do I reconcile a shift into aging, or ugliness, or smelliness, or sickness, or death, or post death decay, with a form that manifests me? Those aren’t traits or states I would claim. They are not how I see myself or what I imagine my future to be.

When my body, my objects, my traits -the As and Bs I have chosen – shift/decay/disappear, I am forced to adapt, to adjust, to accept; if I am the one needing to adjust to the objects (a little botox to bring that brow back to smoothness, a new car when the old one has broken down, devastating mourning over the lost ex and the quest for a new lover to fill the partner shaped hole in my heart) then can the objects really be proving anything about me other than my beliefs –my desire for them, the ignorance that I have that drives me to  continue to chase and cling to what shifts and slips away?

The Five Aggregates of Clinging

The Five Aggregates of Clinging

I recently had begun making chanting a daily practice and, after enough rote repetition, I stated getting curious…I started reading the English, considering the meaning of the passages more closely. There were a few that really struck me, but over and over I kept coming back to a part of the morning chanting that talk about the five aggregates of clinging. Per the Buddha, those bitches bring about a whole world’o’suffering. Its all “sorrow, lamentation, pain distress and despair … the five aggregates for clinging are stressful”.

Apparently, it is so critical that we understand these five, that chanting verse itself explains, “So they might fully understand this, the Blessed One, while still alive, often instructed his listeners that:”

Form is inconstant
Feeling is inconstant
Memory is inconstant
Mental processes are inconstant
Consciousness is inconstant

Form is not self
Feeling is not self
Memory is not self
Mental processes are not self
Consciousness is not self

All processes are inconstant
All processes are not self

Well if the Buddha himself thought this was worthy of a little consideration, who was I to argue…so I decided to begin considering the aggregates, each in kind: How they are a sources of stress? Changeable?  Not self? I felt like I had already really spent time considering form, so I thought maybe I would skip ahead a bit and try feeling. Now strictly speaking, in Buddhism feeling is just 3 things: positive/negative/neutral.  I know the academics of this, but to make my contemplation more interesting, to get the creativity flowing, I considered feeling a bit more openly. I used our day-to-day definition of emotions for my exercise. In doing so, I was able to capture more than just a strict definition of +/- and could consider a broader aspect of nama –my inner life, the me I think I am, all wrapped-up ‘safe and sound’ in this body.

Feelings, they change so quickly, I can be angry in one minute and then feel calm, happy, even elated the next. What is more, my feelings, they are out of my control: I don’t want to feel angry, I don’t want to feel afraid, but ultimately I can’t just will these feelings (really imagination–#4 –when we are speaking of the aggregates) away.  What is more is that these feelings of mine don’t reflect me, sometimes I am downright ashamed of how I feel. I can’t use these feeling, or my thoughts, to manifest my sense of self: They are fickle, changeable, out of my control, they cause me distress, so how could they be me?

Memories too seem to fade. In fact in any one moment I can suddenly remember one thing and forget another. I know for sure these are out of my control, otherwise I would never forget a deadline, or I could easily shake the memory of a nightmare when I wake instead of continuing to feel haunted by it. I guess I feel like my memories are a part of me, but at the same time, I realize they reflect moments that are gone. No more. They are phantoms of what was. So how could these insubstantial things, that live in my mind alone, be me?

Imagination of course is a bear. It is always trying to steal the stage, be the star, direct the play. But if I am honest, it too is capricious. I imagined NY was a fabulous new adventure, and then I imagined it was a hell I would be trapped in forever. I imagined SF was my forever home, then I imagined how the fires would flare my asthma nonstop. If I controlled imagination would I stress so much about moles and lumps? I don’t want to imagine illness, death, but as soon as I see a sign that reminds me, makes me remember a danger, my imagination literally runs wild. It runs me right into stress and despair. So is imagination the me I want to be? Is it who I am

The problem is, when I get to the not self part of the teaching, I hesitate. I am willing to say what I feel, remember, imagine, arrange physically is not me. But I assume I am the imaginer, the arranger, the feeler. I many not be a given aggregate, I may not even be the collection of aggregates, but I  keep thinking there has to be an entity behind all these and that is who I am. I assume that the symphony, the system, the process, needs a conductor. I am the conductor, the great entity in  possession of the aggregates.

I decided then to review some of my prior contemplations on possessing –what evidence had I found before that made me question whether or not a claimed object was really a possession of the claimer, and if a possession could prove a claimer’s sense of self. My mind zoomed-in on the story of my old Bite Me Socks: Socks that I had once found so funny, I had claimed as a reflection of my humorous self, which degraded and became worn just as my own sense of humor shifted and changed. Socks and sense of humor both evolving, at their own rate, in their own direction, ultimately away from each other. The things we claim, shifting, just as we who claims them shift, so how exactly can a possession prove an owner? How would shifting aggregates that I identify with –claim — really be able to prove me?

In fact, on closer inspection, it is clear that if there is an entity that does the imagining, the feeling, the arranging, the remembering, it must be shifting and changing just as do the aggregate. After all, over and over I see the same stimulus, like a song, can fuel different feeling, different memory, different imagination across time. If the owner of these aggregates were unchanging, than how could the same externalities trigger different mental processes at different times? And, if the processes change over time, don’t they impact the supposed owner? Doesn’t a new memory need to change the person doing the remembering? If I say that the changeability of any given aggregate is part of the ‘proof’ that the aggregate isn’t who I am, don’t I need to apply the same standard to the supposed self/possessor of the aggregate? Is something that keeps changing, in ways I don’t drive or determine (I am not after all forcing a song to make me fee a certain way), who I am?

The other evidence I weigh when considering each individual aggregate is its propensity to cause me suffering. The whole chanting verse basically leads with the dukkha –the assertion, upfront, is that the 5 aggregates of clinging are stressful. In each aggregate, I see causes of my stress. If I really am the great aggregate possessor, don’t my own ‘possessions’ cause me stress? If I conduct a bunch of processes that stress me the fuck out, isn’t that claiming myself to be a victim of the stresses brought about by my supposed possessions? A conductor that can’t even evoke a symphony that sounds good to them, that doesn’t really control the sounds of the instruments at all, isn’t really much of a conductor. Doesn’t identity, possession, require some measure of control?

For several months I had been doing a little exercise: Tracing daily suffering back to it’s cause, and over and over the exercise showed me that if I want to find a cause of my suffering, the first place to look was at my desires. What is it that I want, that I cling to, that I wish to acquire or avoid, that spins up my emotions, my suffering, in the first place? When I really consider the aggregates closely, desire seems to arise as a product of the aggregates working together. Desire needs a physical form to sense a physical world trigger, a memory of that trigger and an imagination of what it means/ will do for you later, and a feeling of it being fun or crappy. In other words desire is a product of the aggregates as a process. Then the aggregates go and create a plan/ action to satisfy desire. Along the way desires change, aggregates change, new desires are born and on and on goes the aggregate process. It is a continual shifting process.

The aggregates aren’t a self. So why do I think they need some self, some possessor or conductor (who isn’t even possessing or conducting) to function. Processes don’t need a puppet master, they can just  unfold and change and then unfolds further from their changed state. Ad Infineum. This is normal. The problem is claiming the processes, identifying with them, being ignorant to the fact that they are all inconstant. Not self. This is the teaching that the Buddha felt was worthy of frequent admonition, and while I can’t claim, in my heart of hearts to deeply understand it, at least I am closer to understanding that the machine doesn’t need some great overlord to run. Aggregates don’t prove a possessor, processes don’t prove a conductor.

 

A Slow March to The End

A Slow March to The End

During my daily doom-scrolling of terrible world news, and troubling medical studies, an article had popped into my feed talking about a new study establishing the link between walking speed and longevity. A few days later, Eric and I were out for a hike –I was rearing to go for an uphill sprint, Eric however was, as usual, ambling along at a snail’s pace. Recalling the recent article I had read about longevity and walking speed, a pang of dread pierced my heart…was this here evidence of Eric’s impending, untimely demise? Thinking I could prompt Eric along at a  more vigorous pace, I, trying to sound all casual, mentioned the article to him as we walked. Eric was suddenly livid, he was gaining speed alright, but only to get ahead, and away from, me. It wasn’t exactly the outcome I had hoped for…
Later, in the car, when he had calmed down, Eric told me he was so angry and hurt because he felt like I was trying to manipulate him, using the fear of death to get him to walk at a pace I preferred. The truth, in my heart of hearts,  was that I was just worried about him. Afterall, my modus operandi is paranoid fear, I worry constantly about signs my health and life are on the wane. Of course I look for the same in Eric — next to my own life, his is most important to me.
But Eric read my bringing up the study as manipulative because he was already feeling manipulation by his someone at work. He read it through the lens of his experiences not through mine. It made me see a few things:
1) I count on my partner to prove I am loveworthy, special, good. Our loved ones, are the ones who agree with us, take our side, confirm us. Who we think see us for who we are and love us for it/in spite of it. This is a main mechanism for the puffing of self. But this story makes it clear, Eric doesn’t see me. Eric sees what he sees based on him, his experiences, his reading. If he can’t see me, how do I count on him to prove me? To legitimate and puff me?
2) Eric was so upset, to an extent I rarely see. It made me realize, this relationship, that I see as so stable and certain. It can end. Just one small change in circumstance. Something I don’t intend. Something I can’t even see coming can end us. It can collapse the relationship. Render moot all my imaginations of the future we will share together.
3) I always think, if I do everything ‘right’, I can protect myself. If I brush my teeth I can avoid the cavities. If I avoid people, and stay cloistered, I can keep from getting Covid. But what if what I see as ‘right’, like getting Eric to walk faster for his health, isn’t right to him? What if while trying to puff my ego –gain  praise as the good and caring wife — I destroy our relationship?  I create my own ‘justice system’ as long as I don’t slip-up I am safe. In trade I accept that just 1 day not brushing my teeth, just one mistake, and I am inviting the cavities to come. But does this world follow my ‘system of justice’? And besides, as this little walk in the woods story shows, who in this world can avoid all mistakes?
Mind you, I know damn well I can get cavities even if I do brush every day. Marriages can end for even a perfect, diligent, and dutiful, wife.  But at least then, I am “blameless”, it wasn’t my fault, it was the exception that got me. I don’t understand that I don’t control outcomes. Cavities come both to those who do and don’t brush. Wait long enough and all teeth will rot and decay. The same of course can be said of relationships.  A present day Alana (4/2023) also now sees that I don’t understand karma, that there is no such thing as being ‘blameless’, that all affects arise based on causes, and the causes I put in place have precisely the effect they warrant.  I have these strict views because I think I can make myself exceptional.  Alana of extreme will can be different than those derelict folks that run through life just inviting disaster. If I am strict enough, I can do better. Be better. Be in control.
But that is not how the world works. There are always countless factors. Circumstances that interplay. There are reasons I failed to brush as a kid. I discount those. There are reasons I have cavities that aren’t about brushing, after all my brother skipped brushing regularly, he, cavity free, got my dad’s perfect teeth and I seem to have gotten my mom’s soft enamel. I think I am better than cause and effect. I don’t control. And with Eric’s blow-up it is evidence again that even when I see myself as perfect, beyond reproach, bad things can ensue. Because my beliefs of unreproachable behavior are not the true arbiter of what is good or bad. My beliefs of the actions that will result in certain consequences are also not the arbiters of what will actually ensue.
The truth is, I have long wanted Eric to walk faster because I worry about his health. It is selfish, I want him alive for me. I have, as he accuses me of, tried to force him, looked at him disapprovingly when he dallies. He was willing to forgive me when I explained my motivations were worry for him. And I doubt he would have been so forgiving if he had remained convinced that my actions were just manipulation to get him to do what I want. But the truth is, both are about me. And I suspected he didn’t like my silent reproachment, or goading, or walking ahead. I did it anyway , selfishly, because I wanted an outcome of him to live longer. But the consequences of that selfish behavior made itself clear at the blow-up. At the threat of our relationship.
When my  mom presters me about not spending enough time with her, not calling enough,  she says she does it because she ‘cares’, loves me, wants to be with me. In her mind, her intention is pure. But I find her pestering annoying and over the years it has been one of the key forces in driving  me away. How is it different than with Eric. She has her reasons. I have my reasons too. Always. I don’t see that the more I try to force the world to my conditions and will, my range of acceptable, the more potentially problematic the consequences I create. Not just internally, with my own frustration and disappointment, but externally too, in my real world relationships and interactions.
Long have I wondered why my mom, repetitively seeing her tactics don’t work, make things worse, persists anyway. Now I see:  The core belief is so strong,  it is unquestionable. For Mom, the idea that love=more attention. For me, that love=concern about mortality. In either case, when the actions, that arise from our beliefs don’t bear the fruit we want, the assumption is:1) this is a corner case, a rare exception that proves nothing. 2) My intentions aren’t showing through in my behavior or the other person is being blind to them –must double down effort.  3) Some combo of 1 and 2 that if I just try harder again, thanks to my amazing control, it will work this time. Such irrationality arises only because the most obvious point to check, the beliefs, are too ingrained; we are blind to even consideration of checking them. Such confidence in our right view is destroying us and our relationships. Marching us toward more and more suffering as we wait around to die, rinse, repeat.
Imagination, Unlike That Tooth, Isn’t All Its Cracked Up To Be

Imagination, Unlike That Tooth, Isn’t All Its Cracked Up To Be

With that tooth pain gone, I got to thinking more clearly, and I couldn’t help think more about what it was that tooth could teach me. Specifically my mind turned toward the relationship between form and imagination. You see, in the weeks prior to the tooth extraction I had begun to consider the question of where my stress in life comes from –what exactly is the cause of my dukka? With the extraction, it was so clear that the cause of my pain was the tooth, but the cause of my stress, that was all imagination.

Rupa is an essential ingredient to my stress of course, it is what I fixate on, what I obsessive over. It is the skin spots that prompt my concern over skin cancer, the lump that I stress might be breast cancer, or the leg cramps that turns my mind towards thrombosis: I have this body and I don’t want to loose it. But clearly the body,  with all its spots and lumps and cramps,  isn’t the cause of my stress –imagination is the real culprit.  Imagination must be  the cause of my  non physical dukkha because without imagination dreading the worst –assigning meaning and portending the future — all the lumps and bumps in the world couldn’t cause stress.

Imagination is sorta a double whammy though: It doesn’t just imagine the worst while I wait for biopsy results to come in. Imagination has the naughty tendency to imagine only the best, ignoring the worst, right up until I read the rupa ‘signs’ of illness and danger. That all-sunshine-and-rainbow side of imagination, the side that ignores a sky that also has storms, is what gets me into trouble in the first place. Ex 1: The country home Eric and I tried to rent (Blog About it Here), when we signed the lease it was the joys of the quiet and the fresh country air, only after I had moved in to find rodent droppings near the laundry, did I begin to imagine –to stress– about how to deal with a mouse infestation during a pandemic. Ex 2: Eric and I moved to NY imagining the exciting, eventful, cool, artsy life we would have there. Only after we moved did I see my imagination had left our the filth, the noise, the bustle that came hand-in-hand with such an artsy, event filled city.

I have this body, because  I craved the experiences I imagined I  would have with it. Imagination is why, after being born into this body, a shifting arrangement of four elements, I claimed it, said it was me/mine. Imagination of what will come next, of further living, and becoming, and enjoying, make me cling all the more tightly.  But right up till I experience it, my imagination glosses the tooth pain, the stress of worrying about more pain, worrying about loss of a part of this body –and eventually the whole thing. This imagination that I live for, that gives me identity, that gives me hope actually stresses me the fuck out. Why should I live for something, be born for something, that brings me so much suffering?

A long time ago, Mae Yo asked me, “What does rupa do to people?” Now I see, rupa is the clay nama uses to construct its fantasy world. It is the props in the imagination’s story line. It is the match that sets my heart ablaze. But fire can’t start without fuel. You could throw matches at an empty firepit, devoid of kindling, all day long and never get a spark. Rupa is just 4 elements, an empty firepit. It is my imagination that allows for my heart to be set ablaze with stress, and the hope that gives rise to it. And hope, fantasy, all my imagined delights, are come at the heavy, hidden, cost of STRESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

So Long Long-Suffering Tooth

So Long Long-Suffering Tooth

Yesterday, I finally had my long-suffering, cracked tooth extracted. It had been all panic leading up to the extraction: I feared the pain, I feared infection, I feared catching covid all masks-off-vulnerable in the dentist’s chair. But the tooth had reached the end of its life, and an infection of a top molar could endanger mine, so it was, at long last, so long tooth.

After she had pulled it out, the dentist asked if I wanted to see the tooth, and I reached-out my hand to take it from her. After so much worry, the extraction had been painless, anticlimactic. That tooth so unassuming to look at now, was the cause of so much suffering. Or was it? As I considered the tooth more closely it dawned on me that the tooth was the cause of my pain for sure, but I was the cause of my suffering…

So let’s back up a second here for some context.

The tooth had hurt me for years, anytime I chewed on the right side of my mouth, it sent an electric shock of searing pain straight through my jaw.  Just before Covid struck I had a root canal, it seemed clear to me straight away that it didn’t work –I still had pain –but my dentist encouraged me to give it a few months to ‘settle’ before I decided to pull the tooth.

And then, there was Covid.

Long after the dentist opened, long after the whole world opened, I was still locked down in fear of Covid. Nearly 18 months with no one but Eric, avoiding even medical care to protect myself, my body. The whole time, the tooth didn’t just physically hurt, it threatened. I spent every day awaiting, dreading, the moment of imminent tooth failure. And now that failure had come, exposed me to pain, exposed me to risk, all I felt was relief that this tooth I had clung to, obsessively worried about for so long, was finally gone.

The thing is, its not just my tooth, its my whole body that I slave over, stress over, obsess over, all as I wait for its imminent failure. That was the reason for the whole 18-month Covid lockdown. This is my life. Will I feel similarly relieved at its end? And if so, why do I do this to myself, why cling so tightly to this body, when like clinging to the tooth, it causes me suffering and stress?

I suppose, much like with the tooth, I cling because of what I imagine the future will be. For the tooth I clung to avoid a nightmarish future of painful extractions and Covid catching. A future that never did come to pass.

I think without this body, I will never get all the futures I fantasize about –no post covid celebrations, no travel, no family reunions, no long life with Eric, no happy retirement. Of course, even with this body, those may never come to pass.

I cling to this body because I think I need it to become, to actualize what I imagine, to satisfy my desire, to satisfy me… but then why hasn’t it worked yet? If this body really could be satisfying, could make me self-actualized, could definitively confirmed and affirm me, why hasn’t it stepped up in the last 40ish years?

I cling because I think I need my body for the thing that happens next. But can I really need something, once I lose it, for what is next? What is next happens without it.

For all of my imaginations about this body, about all the future adventures we will have together, the only experiences that I can guarantee are ones I don’t want — sickness, pain, death. All I do is cling to the uncertainties between these definites — illness, aging and death — and with that clinging I create suffering far greater than the constant pulsing pain of a cracked tooth.

Queen of My Own Compost Heap

Queen of My Own Compost Heap

I was sitting in the kitchen while Eric was preparing lunch, watching as he tossed the shrimp peels, the lemon rind, the parsley stems, into the trash. Eric loves to cook. He derives so much of his value — his sense of identity — from his ability to feed and nourish others, to prepare food as delicious as it is wholesome. Cooking isn’t just what Eric does, Eric IS A COOK.

The scampi was, as most of Eric’s meals are, delicious. But, as I was cleaning-up, throwing away the remaining waste, I got to thinking: If a chef claims the finished meal, don’t they also need to claim the waste? The trash? The rotting parts? The shit? How can just one part of the meal, one part of the ingredients, one state of the food, reflect the chef?

The more I thought on this, the more clear it became — the scampi, all rupa, reflects only itself. It is nama that is a choosy narrator, curating a story, claiming the parts to ignore, and the parts to highlight. To be a chef we must claim only the delicious meals, only the tasty parts of a meal, only the peak moment of food, the rest is discard like the shrimp peels and the lemon rind. Incidental. Passing parts of the story. The compost heap is not us, it is not what we claim, its organization and ordering not a sign of our status as a great arranger.

My body of course is just like a meal: If my body really reflected me, why are there so many moments I am embarrassed by it? Why the dissonance between the wrinkles I see in the mirror and the me I imagine myself to be? Why would I pluck and discard the gray hairs –not me/not mine — while carefully washing and conditioning all the brown ones that are left? There is a disconnect between how I see myself –the me I want to be, the body I believe in my heart-of-hearts represents me, reflects who I am, stands-in so the whole world can see ALANA — and, well, reality.

The evidence is actually there, abundant, as plain as the compost bin after a meal, I just choose to ignore it. I am strong (ignoring those times I am recovering from injury, or ill, or have been out of the gym too long). I a beautiful (ignoring the pre-Botox state, the blemishes, the dark circles on sleepless nights). I am buttoned-up and pulled together (ignoring rumpled clothes after a flight, matted hair when I get up in the morning, the stench of my body after a hard workout). I am on top and in control, and this body reflects this deepest of identities and personality traits. Only the recalcitrant wart on my right big toe, the uncontrollable fall allergies, the tooth pain, the fact that I have been locked away from family and friends for over a year fearing a virus that can kill me, beg to differ; these tell a tale of an Alana decidedly out of control, of this body and the world it inhabits, its just that my choosy narrator decides to ignore all this.

I so deeply want this body to reflect me, to shout to the world who I am. I take every incidence of ‘success’ as proof  that I can force this body to conform to my will, my desire, my sense of who I am. I look at the post botox state and think -Eureka!! This here proves I am beautiful, I am in control, ignoring the very clear evidence that the fact I need botox in the first place clearly proves otherwise.  I pretend sometimes is proof of control. I pretend there is affirmation in the moments that a particular arrangement of rupa conforms to my desires.  I pretend that I can claim a state of something while disowning other states. I pretend I can carve out meaning — identity — from the passing states of the rupa I claim, wildly believing there is significance to the momentary impact I can have on these things. Alana, The-Beutiful -Botoxed- Great-Arranger.

Of course ‘I know’ all objects are just 4 elements. The meal, this body.  On some level, I know there is no way to shove identity into cracks between water, fire, air and earth. But still I think I can overlay meaning on top –this body isn’t me, but it can represent me. And there is of course truth to this, what is a representation after all other than something we imagine stands in for something else? My choosy narrator gets to choose. Its just that imagining something represents something else doesn’t mean it REALLY DOES. A hint that this is true is that both the object we imagine represents us, and our imagination itself changes, there is not some immutable pairing between fixed imagination and fixed object.

For a long time, I imagined going back to SF. I imagined it was my home, an SFer was who I was. SF was my future. But as fire season started getting worse, it began to dawn on me, as an asthmatic, that SF couldn’t be my future, it couldn’t be my home. It ultimately strained credulity for me to believe that a place inhospitable to my living and breathing could be who I was.

At 20 I never imagined that my 40 year old body, with its gray hairs, and sagging breasts, and eye crinkles, would represent me. To 20 year old alana, today’s body is some middle aged woman. But my imagination has, reluctantly, painfully, with much dissonance and disappointment, ultimately shifted as the body shifted.  What choice did I have? Form is not obligated to take the shapes I imagine it takes, to follow my sense of self, my desires, ultimately it is me and my own imagination that must adjust. If I fast forward a little, I consider a dying body, a corpse, the inevitable end for this body. Much like SF, there will come a point that it strains credulity to believe that this shifting, decaying, sack of skin and bones can represent me, can be me.  But, as my clinging testifies to, I am not there yet…

Right now, I am just sitting around waiting for this body to break and die. To reach a point where it is an inhospitable place to live, to breath in. To no longer be able to build my fantasies of a future life around. And while I wait, I will pay for my ignorance — my denial of the truth — with the labor, born of clinging, to preserve; the agony of loss when those efforts to preserve fail; the thousand daily embarrassments, disappointments and disgusts as I reconcile myself, again and again, to a body that simply won’t, can’t, be the reflection of me that I want it to be.

Sitting Around Waiting to Break and Die

Sitting Around Waiting to Break and Die

It was early 2021, vaccines came on the scene, and a faint light at the end of the Covid tunnel came into view. For over a year, I had almost totally isolated myself, I had practiced will, patients and fortitude in the name of protecting and preserving my health. Just as the world was starting to seem like it could be a safe place once again, I got quite a rude awakening; it turns out that even with isolation, even after vaccination, safety was nowhere to be found…

I had a series of health scares and one body part after another was sickening and breaking, threatening to be the death of me. It started with a broken tooth, not so bad. And then a finger that randomly turned blue and triggered a cascade of labs and blood work that showed I may have/will develop and autoimmune disease. And finally there was the suspicious growth that looked to my doctor like cervical cancer…I waited for testing, waited for results, my rheumatologist told me I just needed to wait and see if I ended up developing lupus, or mixed connective tissue disorder, or some other terrible, debilitating, degenerative disease. It dawned on me that this whole life is sitting around waiting to break and die.

Needless to say, this was a period of extreme stress. It was a period of close inspection of my body. It was a period where I really started considering the intersection between my body and stress, the dukka of rupa, the fear from form. For all of Covid, I had waited for safety, I had fantasized about the freedom a vaccine would bring. It turns out, there is no safety to be found for a breakable body and freedom isn’t an escape from the bondage of my living room, its an escape from the bonds of my deeply delusion views. In this next chapter, I share the contemplations that took shape in the early days that I realized I was just waiting to break and die.

Skipping Ahead… Some Proper Resolution(ish) on My Understanding of Karma

Skipping Ahead… Some Proper Resolution(ish) on My Understanding of Karma

As promised at the start of this blog chapter, we will not be closing this part of my story with Alana the Great Understander of Karma. The truth is, the more clearly I understand karma, the more I suspect that a complete understanding of how karma operates is synonymous with enlightenment.

That’s because, my most recent contemplations (March 2023) have helped me realize that not understanding karma is just one more, albeit exceptionally deep, wrong view; it is a failure to see that every effect that arises, arises based on its own unique set of causes –absolutely everything in this world is exactly as it should be. The belief that it should be different, that it could be different, is an incomplete, faulty, understanding of the world and the way cause and effect –karma – actually operates.

And when you really start examining our hope that the world will be as we want, and our fear that it won’t be, it does seem like an incomplete understanding, a wrong view, of what the world actually is (a series of causes and ensuing effects, aka karma) – if fixed – would solve a whole lott’a our ignorance and suffering.

This however is getting very ahead of ourselves in the story line. In this blog, I wanna get just a little ahead of ourselves…

Here I want to share a line conversation I had with Mae Yo, in Jan 2022, about a year after the ‘conclusion’ of my original karma contemplations, because I think it offers a slightly better summary/working understanding of karma. That year really helped my thoughts and understanding on karma ‘gel’, and, I do hate to leave ya’ll Dear Readers hanging too much…so, breaking with my not-so-orderly-ordered-blog, we will skip ahead for a more proper(ish) resolution(ish) on karma:


Mae Yo sent over the following handful of videos, please be sure you view them all before you continue reding my reply:

A Bullet that Waited 20 Years #shorts #crazy #storytime

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/znnvC_wDCTQ boy claims he remembers his past life, but wasn’t lying (arias)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EYzYw19mtA

this little boy got in trouble at school because superman

the man who never saw a woman

My Reply to Mae Yo (which did get me a happy sticker in reply 😉):

Every effect in this world has a cause, when the time is ripe, there is no escaping the effect of the cause put in place — just like with the man hit by the bullet in the tree 20 years after it was shot at him.

I have come to understand karma in terms of snowflakes: Every single unique snowflake has a specific set of environmental factors (causes)– humidity, windspeed, temperature, etc. — that are responsible for the unique shape (effect). Given those exact set of causes, no other shape would be possible. Even if all the causes are unknown or unseen it doesn’t mean that the effect is somehow ‘magic’ or coincidence. In fact, with knowledge, training, the right tools, we can get a fairly good sense of a cause by observing an effect –just like a meteorologist might be able to gauge the humidity, windspeed, temperature at which a particular snowflake arose by looking at its unique crystalline structure.

Case and point about there always being reasons, that sometimes we just don’t see: It may seem unbelievable that a man could live till his 80s and never see a woman, but there are reasons. When they are made clear, it not only makes sense that he never saw a woman, it actually would have been strange –given his upbringing and continued life in the monastery– if he HAD seen a woman. The boy with the birthmark on his face is the same, we usually don’t know all the info of a past life, so something congenital we are born with seems to have no reason at all. But with the memory of the past life, the reason was clear. It shows that there is nothing broken in the way cause and effect works in the world, what is limited is our knowledge, our view, our understanding.  This is so clear with the Superman story too…

The teacher didn’t know the boy’s uncle played Superman so she assumed he was being a nuaghty kid and a liar. It was her bias, her belief that her limited set of beliefs/understanding/information was all encompassing, that gave her a blindspot that prevented her from understanding and believing the cause of the kid’s playing dress up. Her own bias –the strength of her view that she had all the info/was correct, knew the nature of kids, etc — made her so blind she ignored the truth when it was literally told to her face by the kid. This is the work of ego, we hold so tightly to our views, to our beliefs of what is true, to the world according to our perspective we ignore the TRUTH that is plain in the world for all to see. The truth of our own fallibility, fragility. The truth that we are not exempt from cause and effect even if we ignore it or don’t fully understand their relationship. The truth of the three common conditions.

I am watching this show about a bunch of colonists lost in space. All trying to make a new life on a new world. One woman on the show is a con artist. Over and over –to herself and to others –she insists she is just like everyone else, trying to make a new life, have a second chance, put her past behind her. But unlike everyone else, she will use any means she can to get ahead: She lies, steals, swindles and even murders. Still in a monolog she explains she is just misunderstood, she says  “I am not the villain of this story, I am the hero”. This is her blindspot.

A blindspot I know I share, not so much in the murderiness, but in the careful curation of a story about myself –that cherry picks the flattering parts and ignores the less ideal. That uses my totally lopsided, half-truth, narrow perspective story as the ‘reason’ to believe I am special, I deserve cookies and not whammies. But the truth is that alana’s reasons are not the real Reasons, my fabrications of how I think things should be is not the Law of Cause and Effect (aka karma).  That woman thinks the world owes her something, that she deserves everyone’s love and adoration and understanding. But in the show, the other colonists are already catching-on, turning against her for her destructive ways. How long till she is cast out? Can she really survive in space alone? There will be consequences –for her, for me– whether or not we think we deserve them’, or they align to our narrative.

With wisdom though, we can be like a meteorologist, and start to piece together the relationship between causes and effect, maybe even learning to avoid the effect we aren’t too fond of in the future by eliminating their cause.

Conversations on Karma Part 10: Finally, Enough Resolution to Forge Ahead

Conversations on Karma Part 10: Finally, Enough Resolution to Forge Ahead

AD: So I just finished reading LP Thoon’s sermon Line of Practice for Developments — in it he talks about how being born in a human body is like building a house. When the time is right, when you have sufficient materials, you will be born/ build a house. If you have lots of assets, it’ll be big and fancy. If you have little, it will be modest. The ‘materials’ are your karma in this analogy huh?

I have been thinking along these lines already: View begets desire, and desire begets action. This is the lefthand of all becoming/creating. Circumstances, or karma is the right. They work together. So, if my desire is to eat cake, my mind goes and finds a way to make it. But it is my training as a baker, my work to have money to buy ingredients, access to a functioning kitchen, they are requisites for that cake to happen.

It’s actually pretty easy to see that this is a chain — one thing builds on another — when I think about getting my first job. The education, the interview skills, etc. were requisites. I got these in school. I got into a good school because I studied hard. I studied hard in part bc of my personality, but also my parents’ values and access to good tutors. I got born into a family who valued education and could afford tutors based on my karma for that family. Actions and behaviors, born of views and desires) intentions, in other lives.

The cycle is endless from the karma — righthand. But by incapacitant desire, via changing our views, the left hand can stop and so can the cycle that requires both hands to continue.

Btw, I know that this response is not about the specific mechanics of how karma works and how particular actions lead to particular results. But I am trying to establish a scaffold — the bones–for how the world works, how births happen and everything else I experience in life happens, and I will flesh out from there. I have understood view as a driver for action for a longtime. But the righthand, understanding why particular circumstances allow cake baking in one case and not in another, I did not grasp. Now, when I think in terms of requisites (karma) for making a cake, or driving a car, or a Porsche, or winning a competition, or being rich or pretty, I can see how it can change:

I see how when I was a kid I passed my driving test on the first go. I was so proud. Many friends had failed. But eventually most did meet the requisites and get a license. Over time folks can lose a license: a friend had a drinking and driving conviction, my grandma lost her eyesight, etc.

There is no reason to take pride or ownership of, or define myself by having, the requisites for a license because requisites can change at any time.

I need to attack Special Alana. The sense I am protected by having certain ‘requisites’ that have played out in the past. I am only now seeing their flux. To understand that it can and will change. I mistake these requisites for control. But I am seeing it is not so: after all, in addition to their changeability, is the fact that requisites are generally built on and up in the past. It’s not even like today’s Alana can muster up all I need for today’s goals from scratch. I rely on older Alanas, blinded  (like today’s) with views that are wrong — dangerous — how do I believe some guaranteed cookie filled future?

MN: Yeah, what we see now is a karmic result from a cause cultivated long ago. Beautiful, healthy, rich, talented, smart – all of these are the result of karma and are subject to change. When we think they are permanent, we act heedlessly.

By the way, your phobias and fears are priceless dhamma material. Many arahant masters had to venture into the forest to practice dhutanga in order to bring out their greatest fears, and here you are in the city, encountering your fears… or in Africa meeting a ferocious rhino.

MN: from Buddho: “While making the consideration of being non-self (anattā), you have to fully understand the condition and nature of self (attā). The aggregate physical form results in there being a corporeal self. The foundation of that aggregate form consists of basic elements. There are four basic elements: earth, water, air, and fire. You need to understand and realize that all objects consist of the four basic elements which are necessary to sustain life. You decompose all body parts and all objects into pieces in your imagination and contemplate them as they really are. You contemplate them until you know and have a clear view, using your wisdom, that there is neither self nor entity in the four basic elements. Everything is just all about supposed self. You contemplate them to eliminate attachment from your mind. All of the internal and external body parts such as hair, body hair, nails, teeth, skin, flesh, tendon, bones, endogenous bone membrane, the spleen, the heart, liver, lungs, colon, intestine, fresh food, and digested food should be contemplated as the basic element earth. Even all of your possessions and treasures, you need to contemplate as the basic element earth. All of the above mentioned are just used to sustain your life. Every square inch on Earth is where you can contemplate with wisdom. Everything on Earth you can contemplate in Dhamma and the Truth, applying the contemplative technique (upāya). For instance, if you see aging people, ill patients, or dead bodies, you contemplate them in regard to the law of nature and the Truth, that all senility, ailments, and death apply to all animals. Then you bring them inwards (opanayiko), compare the consistency of their bodies, which are composed of the four basic elements, with your body which is also composed of the same four basic elements. You contemplate their bodies and your body in the same conceptual Dhamma and the Truth. You discern humanity and all animals and how they deteriorate gradually as a result of births, and how they become ill, senile, and eventually dead. Their bodies which are composed of the four basic elements change and decline. The reality is that bodies constantly generate rotten waste, loathsome filthiness, and putrid smell. Eventually bodies become dysfunctional and lie still, and they become putrefied according to the law of nature. After you discern the above reality, you bring them inwards. You consider that your body is the same as others which are composed of the four basic elements. Your body will also become old and deteriorate as others do. You can even observe some changing foliage, for these change from phase to phase gradually. You can see clearly the changing composition of the four basic elements. When you bring that contemplative matter inwards, as the foliage is, so are our bodies.

Vicikicchā is the defilement of skepticism and perplexity in the Lord Buddha, Dhamma, and the Noble Monks (ariyasaṅgha); skeptical doubt of the Path, Fruition, and Nibbāna; doubt of hell and heaven; and doubt of the corresponding result of good deed and bad deed. Those who have attained Dhamma enlightenment, becoming Noble Ones, do not have any skepticism, because these are truths according to the Lord Buddha’s statement. The important thing is studying the correct way to practice Dhamma which directs one toward the Path, Fruition, and Nibbāna. This defilement causes perplexity and doubt that one has inadequate fulfillment, merit, virtues, and insufficient coherent ability (paññā vāsanā pāramī) to attain the Path, Fruition, and Nibbāna in the present life. It is advisable that you eliminate those wrong notions from your mind. You should derive self-comprehension that you have tendencies of perfection (pāramī) to practice to attain the Path, Fruition, and Nibbāna in the present life. If you think that your merit and virtue is not ample fulfillment, you need to increase your diligent effort and perseverance in practicing Dhamma. It is like when you know that there is little water in your earthen jar, you should be diligent to fetch buckets of water to fill up the jar. It is the same as deriving perfect fulfillment, keep working constantly on practicing with diligent effort and eventually the fulfillment shall become perfect.”

MN: **the undeserving part sounds familiar, eh?

MN: From Buddho “The important thing to remember is to direct your mind to disavow that the four elements and all possessions are self, and conclude that they do not belong to yourself. They are merely things which sustain lives temporarily and eventually we will part for good. No one could embrace the four elements and possessions, which belong to the world, and take them when departing from the world. Do not attach and pile up possessions into your heart. Do not let your possessions attach to your heart and make you suffer. It does not matter how many possessions you have, make up your mind to admit that all possessions are merely common utensils in families. You constantly edify your mind to disavow that possessions really belong to yourself. Thus the mind shall have no perplexity and doubt as to their true character.”

AD: There is no question my fears/phobias are Dhamma gold jackpot. Not just because they give me a ton of fodder for contemplating, though they do. But because the pain of living in constant fear was what motivated me to practice in the first place, and the success I had in taming some of those fears and balancing my view is what gave me the confidence and desire to keep going. The same tools I used to understand that there is no necessary relationship between what I fear and what occurs get recycled over and over for every issue.

Plus, ironically, the same traits that made me a ‘good phobic’ — super sensitive, constantly alert to my environment, a keen eye towards ‘evidence’ that I am in danger/safe and a propensity to plan ahead and problem solve to stay ‘safe’ — turned out to be an A+ set of skills when I put my Dhamma hat on and turn my attention to practice. To being deeply attentive to the world around me and gathering evidence and putting it all together, just to see the truth rather than what I fear.

AD: I appreciate the excerpt from Buddho, it is such a clear explanation of how to see and use 4e/ Rupa to educate myself and disillusion myself with form and belongings and the physical trappings of self. That is definitely the program I am steadfastly on. Using shifting 4es, or impermanence in form, or the idea of items becoming depleted or consumed and turning this inward to me and mine. Or to considering the inevitably of death, aging and illness. To dispelling any illusion of my exemption and to seeing the extreme suffering of those + birth. To talking myself out of belief I control my body/ stuff, to understand that I can’t pick and claim a single, desirable state of Rupa and then ‘disown’ the aging, sagging, sick and smelly states. To convince myself those are not exceptions and that this body for not represent me, how can it when it cycles through states I want to associate myself with and those I do not? And the burdensomeness of using Rupa and the added suffering that I pile onto the normal everyday burdensomeness by claiming and trying to force the things I claim to be exceptional, to follow my rules, to take and remain in 4e arrangements I want. The extreme sorrow and disappointment when I inevitably fail.

And that I’m not special. That these physical things in various shifting forms have no capacity to make me special. It’s snowflakes all around. I alone cause my solution, sell myself a story — plugging in small details of difference to build an identity of special. Reading meaning, based on my own 3s and 4s, into Rupa and then tricking myself with it. Believing it is there. Prancing around — like the emperor that has no clothes — claiming Rupa, with it’s self-injected pretend meanings and further pretending it makes me a ME. Seeing the mechanics and providing to myself that the lies I tell me are lies. That basically is my program right now. Over and over, I actually am pretty damn confident I can crack this.

To be fair, I am generally pretty good at staying on that program, but I do sometimes hit obstacles I need to ramp down. Karma as a topic was such an obstacle. For a few reasons I now see: 1) I kept thinking it was about me, proof of my unworthiness, and it was getting in the way of my staying the course with confidence I could prevail. But I think I delt with this, enough anyway for right now, to forge on. 2) because I felt the tit for tat and some of the details of karma were too unbelievable. It niggled at my ‘faith’ in the path, but with my own story about helping my friend to pay back my debt to you, I realized it wasn’t so crazy after all and 3) to see the right hand. To see how karma creates circumstances in which our view– to desires– to action– play out and the measure to which they succeed or fail. I needed that, to get a more comprehensive picture and to see a place I hide my specialness ( in the way circumstances play) and to understand it’s not special at all — just like a particular arrangement of Rupa, it is an arrangement, circumstances shift, come together and desegregate when the time is ripe. I can’t hide a ‘special’ or ‘exceptional’ in there any better than I can in an apple or an apartment or a body…

Anyway, thank you!! I am forging ahead. Will keep you in the loop of course. Just one foot in front of the other for right now I think. Self and self belonging alla Rupa.

Conversations on Karma Part 9: A Circle Back to My Predictable Obsessions: Goodness and Beauty, Yet Again, Again, Again, Again…

Conversations on Karma Part 9: A Circle Back to My Predictable Obsessions: Goodness and Beauty, Yet Again, Again, Again, Again…

MN: I like this! And yeah, there seems to be an issue with how you define “bad” and “good”. Do you use the same standards to judge others as well? Or is it more about beating up Alana?

AD: I am judgmental as hell on if people are being good/bad (by the ole’ alana standard) although my practice has minimized this greatly (mostly by my finding evidence I am no better than those I judge, I have double standards. This helps my casting the stones outward, but obviously not inward). But there is no one I am less forgiving of than myself. That is why Eric essentially asked if I would be so harsh thinking about my dhamma friends.

When I look at every major meltdown story, this is Alana being good enough (selfless enough, sacrifices enough, equanimities enough, restrained enough) is the hot button. All the way back to homeless alana — do I protect myself or be compassionate enough?

Good is a defining trait for me. It is what I strive for, it is what I think I am deficient in. Even beauty, which is another biggie is tied to goodness — on some crazy level, I think beauty is won by/ physically manifests goodness ( I have no answer to Ivanka Trump).

I deal with this again and again. But these days, I know to look. It used to be this view could lurk in the background wrecking havoc unwatched. But this time it only took me a few days to see it pop up…

MN: “Good” for each person is different. What matters for us is our specific brand of “good”: For Mae Yo it is metta – saving others, sacrificing, being the hero/leader.

For me it is order and sacca – everything in its place and being honest and literal, punishing bad and rewarding good.

For you it seems to be about … compassion and beauty and safety/security?

AD: I would say for me good is compassion, willingness to self-sacrifice for others, doing duty/ fulfilling roles (often to make others pleased: here is where good Buddhist, good daughter, good employee, etc.) and consideration.

I then value certain  traits that I think allows one to ACT good. In other word, do behaviors I think reflect good regardless of ones desires/ thoughts or emotional state. In fact, the more you can ‘slog through good’, the better the action is ( hence my discount of good actions I actually want to do). Extreme will power is an example of these ‘helper’ traits — it helps suppress reluctance to do the  ‘right thing’ when faced with a choice. The homeless alana story, was a failure of will : I should overcome my selfish /desire for safety in order to act compassionate by giving a hug.  Just like I can train and force my body through discipline and hard workouts/diet I should be able to train my heart to Just Do It.

Or equanimity, which I was so self- hating that I lacked in NY, if I had it I could be calm, suck up a situation I hated and not burden Eric.

AD: Beauty in relation to goodness, it is a marker, a sign in people who have it — outer beauty reflects inner goodness. Not solely, beauty has other aspects for me, but there is definitely a cookie for goodness element.

Safety/security/ comfort is my other deep driver. It is what I want, what I seek in this world –for myself and how it ‘should be’ for others. But my quest for it is ‘bad’ it is my dirty little secret that I am so desperate for it. In my crazy-funhouse mind want for safety/security/comfort is the arch nemesis of Goodness. Homeless Alana truly has it all as stories go: I was a failure, not the good me I want to be, because I didn’t have the will power to forgo my impulses to protect myself from disease and compassionately comfort the homeless guy.

I feel guilty regularly that the security/safety/comfort side is usually the winner in my stories. I want to protect myself from my Mom, so I am reserved and limit contact. If I were a good daughter I could make her happy by enduring endless abuse to satisfy her desire for my company.

I hoard money, which is a proxy for safety for me. Why can’t I be a good person and give more of it away to help others. Proof again that I am a bad alana. Obviously, I have spent some time on this topic ;). But if I were to self-diagnose — it is noteworthy that I never deal with view, only action.

I have a split world –compassion/other centric versus safe/comfortable that exists in my mind (probably only on my mind). Is defined by my traits and behaviors of my own choosing. And then I continually test/ challenge my self — try to build an identity–around my ability to force my behavior. People who can sufficiently force get cookies. Others whammies. Alana is crappy at forcing. How could I deserve the ultimate cookie of enlightenment?

Or, another way to look at it is that I think goodness is acting the results. Hence acting compassionately. If I can’t act the results that I assume (all in my mind here) are the results of enlightenment, how can I ever hope to achieve enlightenment? This is all crazy btw. I see it as I write it.

MN: It seems you can’t let yourself win. How exhausting. Why do you think you choose to practice results? Is it easier, or do you think of it as fake it till you make it? Or do you not recognize what the cause is…And if you did recognize it would you do the cause? Or does action mean more to you than view? Or is it that action seems to be more easily perceived by others? And you need others to be supporting actors in your drama? To prove your goodness?

AD: Well, its definitely not ‘fake it till you make it’, that feels like being a fraud and I hate feeling like a fraud. It’s also definitely not easier — harder is what helps prove goodness, and harder is what comfort hates. View means more in my heart, but action, being able to suck it up and overcome, is how I define myself. That set of just do it, suck it up actions, that is what proves I AM GOOD.

MN: It seems like you’re damning yourself if you do, damning yourself if you don’t. If you do what you want, that’s bad because you’re giving into desires. If you don’t do what you want, you think you’re a good person but at a painful cost. But it isn’t about forcing yourself to not do something that makes it good. It is measured by intention, action, and result. Not everything that is difficult or painful is good.

AD: I want so bad to be something that no matter what I do I don’t think I am, or at least I am not enough — good. I guess I have always felt helpless to change the view — the desires — so I have tried to fortify myself with qualities I think will change the behavior. This is actually what drew me to our style of practice – I had never before considered changing my views, but upon reflection, it seems so logical, so doable.

MN:  Behavior changes when you see enough evidence of TTP, or see how ridiculous/impossible/illogical your view is. Forcing behavior can help, but it only helps if it enables you to see the results of a different path you’d normally take – like evidence that you’d normally not get to see if you continue to choose your go-to option. Forcing behavior isn’t sustainable.

AD: Yes I totally hear you on this. My practice ah-ha moments are really so often about seeing how ridiculous my beliefs are. Or how injurious their consequences are.  If I were to self-diagnose again…this is super deep and pervasive tendencies for me. Since starting this practice I see a different path: View first. I have worked on it diligently. But these issues are dragons. I go back and forth on if I should stir them and face them, or if I should let them lie and come back when I am stronger. But this good verse bad, other-centric versus self-centric, is how I define myself and the world.

MN:  I wonder how much proof you have that the rest of the world operates or confirms your views? It seems you’ve tied yourself in knots being so unforgiving toward yourself. Why can’t you forgive yourself? Why such strict/impossible standards? Society and the laws of karma are much more straightforward. When I can’t forgive myself it is because I think I’m likely to repeat the same mistake.

Control freak does not mean good, though. It’s impossible to control everything. Exhausting and not practical, too. Believe me, I’ve tried. I think I prefer the world’s system, with its checks and balances, to my flawed system.

AD: I am quite contrite, especially when something I have done hurts others…it’s not my intention. The act usually stops cold there, so its not about the concern that I will repeat. I think it is about the fact that I believe revenge/ justice/ punishment is necessary. That is why the whammy side of karma scares me so much: Who will dole out harsher punishment than I for myself?

MN: How much punishment is enough?

AD: Spoken like someone with clarity 😉 But seriously — I try to find evidence of the world systems, and a lot of the times I read it through my funhouse mirror mind. This is the trap of my own wrong views — I am continually reading the world through them, so my readings are wrong.

That was the big gift of seeing that working out so much only proves that I think ‘working out =extreme will’, not that it ACTUALLY means working out equals extreme willpower. This was the first time I actually saw saw saw how twisted-up and convincing my own delusions are.

Usually, I have a plan for tackling stuff, I honestly don’t have one for this issue yet. But I do suspect the world is full of evidence it doesn’t operate according to my view.

I also see that since I started practice, I have only dealt the hydra heads of this issue –this notion of goodness/badness and worthiness/unworthiness –I have tamped them down just enough to keep practicing when my sense of unworthiness gets in the way.

First the Ongalimara stories, and the recent take two on the Muggapaka Jataka, are the first times I am starting to see goodness is not the defining feature of practice. It is not the goal. It is not even — in so far as we are talking about Alana’s version of goodness — the effect.

It took me aback to see that Ongalimara wasn’t a 1-off, accidental, dick. He had the tendency of murder deeply; he just also had a parallel tendency of wisdom. And the idea that self-sacrifice in Muggapaka Jataka had zero to do with being virtuous for it’s own sake, and everything to do with avoiding future suffering, was also mind blowing. It is like I am just now absorbing the fact this practice has the goal of elimination of suffering. Which is, if we judged by my own standards, selfish…

I’m impatient as hell, so I hate to say it, but maybe I just need time. View and understanding are already shifting, just not at the pace I want (which is always finished and done yesterday ;))

Huh… I always thought the wanting-to-be-good-alana ‘side’ drove my desire to practice, but maybe it is the comfort/safety ‘side’ that is the driver. Or probably this world and alana aren’t really fractured warring poles at the end of the day.

MN:  Gotta find more like this, then. They are part of the same view. Maybe you see being good as a kind of security.

AD: For sure. Security of folks loving me and caring for me & security of ‘deserving’ cookies/ good things to happen to me. But also I see goodness as an identity. I was thinking more today, and I wonder if I make it unwinnable on purpose — that way I always have more room to become…I define my success/identity/goodness through action, in part, because there are always more actions. Like when we saw that Lute maker clip — I never thought of being good in that way before, once I saw it my feeling is it was a call out, ‘ alana go be good like that dude’.

MN: Then maybe it is about proving whether goodness necessarily leads to security. Like the lokatissa monk – his one bad act made him go to hell and be reborn as a dog for 500 lifetimes, but immediately thereafter he was human and enlightened. The bad was huge, but he also had good in there that secured him that arahant spot. It is a mix. He was enlightenment and still never had a full meal…security but no security.

Or phra devadatta. He will be reborn as a paccekabuddha immediately after an eternity in the lowest hell. He’s definitely not the poster child for good, yet he’s secured a spot even higher than normal arahants despite all his extremely evil karma. In fact, I’d say evil is a prerequisite for enlightenment more than good. You don’t want to get enlightened when everything is good. Just like you don’t want to leave happiness with Eric.

It’s that you are bad and suffer the consequences and want to get out. And how do you get out? By doing good? Not by doing good or by upholding the precepts first. Wisdom is the prerequisite. You can become enlightened by just realizing the truth of a wrong viewpoint. No goodness required.

AD: Oh, I suspect I have been bad, suffered the consequences many many times already and at that fork in the road, where you decide how to get out, I thought ‘be ‘good’ instead of ‘fix the view’. Now I see I need to fix the view.

So where do I go from here? Or Maybe that isn’t a fair question to ask someone else…

MN: More of what works. If stories like Angulimara help, find more. Or focus on that theme in whatever you are watching/reading.

AD: So I guess my instinct is to look at the evidence of if the world does/doesn’t confirm my rather binary views on good/bad.

MN: Yeah, that’s basically the big idea

AD: Ok I know starting with Rupa works. I know my daily self-assigned exercises to find examples of whatever I am contemplating on in my day works. Which is sorta like having a theme in mind for everything I see/ read/ do. That and just not quitting works quite well for me: both in Dhamma and worldly pursuits.

MN: Rupa is the foundation for understanding how common and not unique we are. If we are all subject to the same worldly laws, then your strict alana laws can’t possibly be the standard.

AD: Yah, I already know I need to hammer this home.

Conversations on Karma Part 8: A Paradigm Shift –If Karma Isn’t All Punishment and Doom, Maybe It’s Not So Scary

Conversations on Karma Part 8: A Paradigm Shift –If Karma Isn’t All Punishment and Doom, Maybe It’s Not So Scary

AD: Alright – I decided to change tactics and to see if I could make better headway coming from the karma as cookie direction instead of the karma as whammy direction. I am starting to understand how tit-for-tat would makes sense, how the debt cycle doesn’t need to be paid directly to the one who you incurred the debt with, how debts are settled in kind or degree and how the circumstance of such can arise. I have considered wider world stuff, but also some personal examples.

Here is the clearest personal example in that it shows how I ‘remembered’ a debt owed, I tried to begin paying it with like kind, I paid it forward to someone else (not directly in return), and upon payment I got extra credits (like interest?) and positive reinforcement to continue this kind of cycle.

A few months ago, I had a big dhamma realization — that idea that my putting so much effort into working out so hard didn’t prove that working out = extreme willpower, but rather proves that I BELIEVE working out shows extreme willpower, and I am someone who values that trait. I know it sound kinda obvious now, but I was really stuck. I couldn’t see past my view. Anyway, it was a big help in practice, so I did spend some time considering exactly how I arrived at such a big shift and I recognized that the nudge I needed actually came straight from the story of a dhamma friend that I internalized —  For the purposes here, it came about as a ‘bonus’ in my process of trying to right a debt.

The friend had Lined me out of the blue and asked if I would review her dhamma HW and wanted to exchange some thoughts. It was on rupa and 4 elements, I felt confident that I could share from my own experiences and contemplations, so I helped. I mean I really gave it my focus and attention and time, not just a quickie. Obviously I helped for a lot of reasons, she is a friend, I love the dhamma and want to have it thrive, but most of all, I helped because I feel like I owe you (Mae Neecha) a debt. I am keenly aware, and grateful, that over the years, you have always been my call/line/email a friend lifeline in practice. I also know I can’t pay that back to you directly because of our positions. So, when someone asked for similar help, I was especially eager, and conscious, of a chance to do so as a ‘pay it forward/back’ opportunity.

The cookie I got from you is guidance in practice, what I gave, was in kind. When the opportunity came, I immediately saw it as a way to give in kind. The further cookie I got as a result of my efforts to pay back my karmic debt by helping a dhamma friend, was clarity on a stuck point, a boon in kind. It also makes sense: The context is all practitioners doing practice. That it is continuous and further opportunities for karma to be traded in this sphere also makes sense. This story also shows how karma might be able to play out without being a continual exchange with the same person.

Honestly, I don’t think my block is about understanding how the contours of karma work, it is about thinking it is an indictment of me. I only see one side. Especially when I start from whammy side, I imagine all the whammies I deserve, will be subject to. I think it proves I am a ‘bad’ Alana. A worldly law, that simply describes the nature of cause and effect/ reasons and results, — in my fun-house-mirror-mind — warps into personal indictment.

Then I go extra bat-shit crazy and want to quit practice. Because I don’t ‘deserve’ enlightenment, I am bad. Enlightenment must be a cookie dolled-out according to Alana’s laws and standards of goodness (j/k but also sorta how my mind must work). If I can’t succeed, I might as well quit before I try –better that than failure.

Eric asked me, “Alana, do you think your dear dhamma friends, like Oat and Amy, are failures because they aren’t enlightened?”. I answered, “of course not, no one would call an unripe grape a failure just because it hasn’t ripened yet” That I suppose is my answer to myself here. That and the fact that whether I think I can succeed or not, my feelings aren’t really the arbiter of reality, they don’t dictate what happens — I should have already learned this lesson when I delt so thoroughly with fear/hypochondria.

This pervasive view, that Alana is/can be/should be/ GOOD, it the bigger problem here I suspect. I am working on it, but it is like whack-a-mole. One of these days though….

Anyway, stay tuned . Some other thoughts that overlap karma and self building currently brewing…

A Pause in the Karma Conversation — Some Evidence, and Comfort, in the Fact Not Everything is About ALANA THE GREAT (OR ALANA THE TERRIBLE)

A Pause in the Karma Conversation — Some Evidence, and Comfort, in the Fact Not Everything is About ALANA THE GREAT (OR ALANA THE TERRIBLE)

Yesterday I started thinking about how I can use a paradigm of ‘meeting the qualifications’ to think about dhamma (in particular self and self-belong). My goal is to reinforce the idea that Alana is not some special snowflake, she is just the same as everyone and everything else in the world — subject to causes and effects, to the rules of the world and to its common characteristics.

I need to prove to myself that all the objects, qualities, experiences or accomplishments that I claim, that I believe belong to and make me a special me, aren’t really proof of my exceptionalism at all.

Let’s take the example of being in a raffle: If I have a raffle ticket, that means I met the qualifications of being in the raffle. I was at the right place, at the right time, to buy the ticket. I had the desire to participate in the raffle based on whatever view I had that made me buy the ticket (for example I was doing it for charity or because I really wanted a particular prize). I had the money to buy the ticket and I was ready to assume the risk/reward of winning or losing.

If I do win the raffle, it is because I met the criteria for winning — a ticket plus karma/circumstance to win. But raffles are a dime a dozen, some you win and some you lose. Wining any one doesn’t make you a winner, it doesn’t confer identity. It just means the circumstances for participation, and then winning, in that particular case, were met.

Take another example — A dance competition like So You Think You Can Dance: To make it to the show you must qualify, based on skill. But you can end up voted off at any time, or you might leave due to injury or personal circumstance. The simple equation that winning proves skill, and skill proves identity, quickly breaks down when I watch seasons where the most skillful dancer has had to forfeit the competition because something, other than their ability, forces them to take leave from the show.

When I win a competition, I use that win to stroke my ego, to build an identity – Alana the Master Debater, Alana the Horseback Champion, Alana the Great Poet. But after binge watching many seasons of So You Think You Can Dance, I see there are winners each season, winning is not so unique. Nor is being a winner/loser a permanent state: Someone who wins once may lose another competition and someone who loses may go on to win later. How can a status (winner) that is not particularly unique, and that changes from one competition to the next confer identity?

Folks who don’t make it into the qualifying round of So You Think You Can Dance one year can then come back, try again, and make it in a subsequent year. There are folks who may still have the requisite skill, but stop being able to qualify for the competition because of the show’s age limit. In other words, someone can have the qualification for something and then lose those qualifications or they may not have qualifications for something but later be able to meet them.

Meeting the qualifications for something (as well as winning/losing), is bound-up with circumstance. It is not absolute. What is circumstantial doesn’t point to the innate exceptionalism of anyone/thing, it is just the result of all the requisite causes coming together temporarily.

It is like getting a drivers license, I had friends who failed the first test. I passed. But after another shot they passed too. In the end we were all qualified to drive, we met the qualifications.  Later some of those friends lost the qualification – one drank and drove, loosing her license, another developed a disability and could physically no longer operate a car.

I had the qualifications for a Porsche. I had the money, I found the car, I had a license, a garage, I lived in an environment suitable to driving a little low sports car. But then the qualifications ended — I moved somewhere snowy, since I was raised in Miami I was incapable of driving in the snow and needed an 4w wheel drive that made it easier to navigate icy roads.  So, I no longer had the skills/knowledge – the requisite qualifications – to drive the Porsche; the circumstances changed.

I loved that Porsche, I believed it was mine. When I drove it down the winding highways, I felt like it proved I was loved by Eric who bought me the car. I felt like its fanciness, the way it hugged curves and performed, proved I was on top of the world. But I went in and out of having the qualifications to have/use it as the circumstances of my life changed. So how could it be mine, how could it be there to represent me and prove something about me? It only proved that for some time, the qualifications were met.

I have started thinking everything in the world is like this, it is circumstantial; the appropriate elements – be they for a raffle, competition, license or item we claim (but really just use) – come together, for a time, and provide the qualifications for a certain status, right, access, ‘ownership’. But then the circumstances change, and just like with the Porsche, you can no longer claim an item, or status, right, ability, access, etc. These things hinge not on ourselves, our exceptionalism, but upon the qualifications being temporarily met.

Lately, I have been contemplating on karma and I feel so stupid, so stuck, the topic feels so impenetrable and impossible that I just want to quit. Frankly, I feel like such a failure of a practitioner, I rather just give up than forge ahead, it truly feels like I will never get ‘there’, never be a person worthy of seeing the truth, worthy to become enlightened. So why work so hard, why bother to try.

But what if the path, and its fruition, is just like getting a license or winning a show, its not about exceptionalism, or being super special –its just that pieces need to come together, the proper circumstances must arise. If that is the case, enlightenment –whether I can achieve it or not – isn’t really about being a bad or good alana, its just about meeting the qualifications. And just because I don’t meet the qualifications for something today, it doesn’t mean I won’t meet them tomorrow; there is no reason to quit, to pre-empt my inevitable failure by throwing up my hands in submission, when instead I can work on building the requisites I need and waiting for the circumstances to shift.

Conversations on Karma Part 7: Some Further Guidance and Tips from Mae Neecha

Conversations on Karma Part 7: Some Further Guidance and Tips from Mae Neecha

AD: OK, another qq from Eric — are you manifesting the specific punishment? If so how, how do you control someone else to poison you because you previously poisoned someone?

MN: You don’t. it’s like a job opening. it doesn’t even have to necessarily be that specific person coming back to poison you. If you have a karmic opening for “being poisoned” then whoever can fulfill that job (to fulfill their own karma) can do it. But you know you’ve paid for your karma (poisoning someone else) once you’ve been poisoned, whether you actively realize it or not (because we can’t access the past life info, although it all still exists in our minds).

AD: So it is like dating — the counter party finds you/ you them, you are comparable so you act out the specific karma each of you has together even if it wasn’t created together?

MN: Yeah, sometimes it is about characteristic/symptom matching, sometimes it is person specific (like the Buddha and Yasodhara, or like vowing to exact revenge on YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES). It really is like hiring for a job – sometimes you want a specific person, sometimes it’s whoever best meets those qualifications and is available.

AD: Eric seems to be clearing up on this: He said ” in order for karma to clear the conditions for clearing up need to be met, hence why it isn’t necessarily immediate. So for someone to be in an abusive relationship they have to have an open job post for abuser. It is not that everyone they date will be abusive, but that if an abuser comes along they can date them and then the karma payback can be filled.”

Ok, that is totally fair. I will try to consider ways/times/ evidence that it does work. I also agree that I have a view, particular to the detailed mechanics, that is coloring my perception. Since obviously, I believe in karma. I understand there is cause and effect, I get the broad-brush strokes. My own actions and behaviors — the strictness of my personality, my moral boundaries, and my sense of guilt and deep sensitivity to my own wrongdoings, make my belief in consequence pretty obvious.

MN: Yes! focus on the perspective of the person who commits the crime and remembers the karmic debt – not so much from the “all-knowing punisher” perspective – and it may make more sense.

Think about the job description concept: Whatever meets the requirement; things in this world can be molded and shaped more than we realize. “Magic” is just whatever exists but we just don’t know about. We believe too much in the tangible four elemental world that it is difficult for us to imagine how the intangibles work.

AD: I guess, at the end of the day, I know it sounds childish, my reservation is that I don’t want the world to work this way, it feels vengeful and unforgiving. It scares me that I am subject.

But then I guess this whole practice is about realizing the world doesn’t work the way I want it to, that is not what governs.

AD: Eric wants to ask: what is the relationship between paying off your karma and becoming enlightened? My answer to him btw was no necessary relationship: paying off karma is about circumstances in future rebirth. Becoming enlightened is about changing your views that obstruct you to the truth of this world. In so far as the karmic cycle is the suffering that gets you to put down the world it is related, but simply settling all your karmic debts to zero doesn’t equate to enlightenment. But that’s my guess anyway.

Anyway, Eric’s take is that knowing you need to pay your karmic debts is a good thing. Having the opportunity to do so is as well, otherwise we get crushing guilt aka interest.

Oddly I clearly agree with him in my actions/ behavior, but still don’t like such a dog eat dog world.

In other words, you are right and it is definitely my view blinding me/ creating a mental protest.

MN: There is no way to live in this world without committing karma. Every deed has its consequences. The karma we choose to commit depends on our views. We often choose to repeatedly commit the same karma because our views don’t change. Or we get punished and realize we don’t want to do that karma anymore, so we go and do the opposite instead (which is switching from permanent left to permanent right) – either way, karma doesn’t stop. We pay the debts, but incur more than we can immediately pay for (so it piles up and extends into future rebirths).

Becoming enlightened is about realizing the cause of the karma is within us – greed at the sotapana level, anger and lust at the sakadagami and anagami level, and ignorance at the arahant level. Once you eliminate greed, you will no longer go to hell because a result of the sakyaditthi (understanding self-view…that the world is how it is, not how YOU see it), you will consequently understand the relationship between cause and effect, and that intention is at the heart of karma.

It isn’t that your old karma is paid off, but going forward, you won’t be committing the same kind of heavy karma anymore (at whatever enlightenment level you’re at, anyway). Becoming enlightened is a result of karma. You must have built up the qualifications in order to be able to attain enlightenment. In a sense, you must have paid off relevant karma in order to become enlightened. Like the monk Lokatissa had to have paid off enough of the bad karma (that he committed towards an arahant in a past life) in order to become an arahant himself – although the residue of that bad karma made it so he still never had a full meal, even as an arahant.

Do you have to pay for all karma in order to become an arahant? I think not. judging from Lokatissa, from Upalavana who was an arahant bhikkhuni raped by her cousin, or from someone who attained enlightenment and then was soon killed by an ox, or from Moggallana and this karmic debt from beating his parents to death.

AD: Ok, just to clarify here a bit. We don’t become a sottappana by contemplating greed right? We contemplate on Rupa, it’s nature, and the suffering it causes us in trying to acquire it, and p’wn it, and preserve it and then lose it. Greed goes as a result. Yes? Realizing we cause our suffering with our clinging to these items also feels like a result, at least capital R realizing? Or do I need to contemplate on the bad things I do out of greed and worry about the consequences…That feels so overwhelming and scary.

MN: Yes, you become a sotapana by realizing you are not unique. That you are an arbitrary part of the fabric of the world – not the weaver. Greed goes because the objects that represent greed no longer hold the permanent meaning you once believed them to. It’s both contemplating rupa to see the truth in worldly objects, as well as seeing the TTP (TTP is the way to stop behavior).

AD: Ok, that seems doable. I can see the steps. I have been doing them and I see the results, my own changes in perspective, so I know for sure it works. I just can’t see past the steps and my best guesses of where they lead and why. But that makes sense, you don’t know what somewhere you have never been looks like till you get there.

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