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Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 6 )

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 6 )

On to the Hard Stuff…This blog is a direct continuation of the last, so if you haven’t covered it yet, please head back there to read that one first.

As a recap: the last few blogs have pivoted off of questions Mae Neecha had asked me early in our conversation:

“Is hot and cold generally the same for humans? For instance, desert temperatures are hot, arctic temperatures are cold? Is human hot and cold the same is kangaroo hot and cold? Or penguin hot and cold? If it is indeed only in our minds, then if we don’t think it, then it won’t exist?”

As you may recall, my first ah-ha/zone/retreat night contemplation had left me too nama-centric; taken to an extreme, but logical, conclusion, the view was that my mind/ my thoughts/ my beliefs alone govern my experiences of this world. All the work, till this point, has been about balancing out that view. Developing a rather nuanced understanding of rupa so that I could see what it is, how it functions in this world, and how my nama relates to it.

In the last blog I got as far as seeing how the fairly straightforward ideas of hot/cold are grounded in form: both the form of the temperatured object and the form of the beings that perceive the temperatured object. And then that particularly tempetured objects, like hot food, can have a meaning I assign (being cared-for or loved) based on my experiences and imagination.

Here we will start digging a bit deeper. I use literally the same model of how hot/cold work to begin to dissect even more abstract, and for me emotionally loaded, topics like good, pretty, safe, etc. So here we go…

A: I have figured out a few more: strong/weak, loud/quiet, delicious/yuk, dark/light, rich/poor.

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NOTE: This part was not in the original conversation, it was implied. But I will fill it in here so you can trace my thinking process a bit more clearly.

Strong/Weak — Based on the 4es of an object, it can exhibit a particular hardness or weight. Based on 4es of a human, humans can have the ability to exert a certain amount of power or strength on physical objects. There is variability within species because I can regularly weight lift, thereby altering my own 4es to become stronger. Moreover there is natural difference in 4es of muscle across our species, across sex and age.

Delicious/Yuk – The 4es of a particular food give it a taste. The 4es of a human enable us to register taste. There is some consensus across the species – most poisonous plants taste bad. Sugar tastes sweet. But if I find a food too bitter or too sweet can be based on what I am used to, based on what my palate has been trained for. So, a Japanese person who has spent their whole lives eating Japanese food will have a different palat then an American person. I used to find certain Japanese foods too fishy, but as I ate more Japanese food my palat was trained and I no longer found I so fishy.

Rich/Poor – quantity of goods is something that can be measured for 4e objects. Humans can use our own 4es to sense and therefore quantify objects. But the amount of an object that constitutes a lot can depend on the context of an individual. A lot of money in India may be less then a lot of money in America based on what I am used to and what a single dollar can buy. Moreover, a lot can depend on what I had in the past.

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But I am stuck on ones like good and pretty because I see that what something is used to/adapted to has a role in all of this, but I can’t see the purely Rupa role for clean or pretty or good.

Let me share how far I have gotten on clean and maybe you can help from there…

I was thinking about light and dark and remembered an art exhibit I saw in Japan; people in a group go into a pitch-black room and sit. Then about 15 min later I started to see a light. Everyone else saw it too. I thought something had turned on but the docent explained nothing in the room changed, our eyes simply adapted to the darkness and we could see. This is how I know adapted/used to plays a role here and I saw it in rich/poor, strong/weak, etc.

For a dirty room, I see the 4es can accumulate and there is some quantity at which humans 4Es can experience it. So dust for example, a certain quantity interacts with human eyes and is visible, it can interact with lung 4es and effect breathing. I know dirty for a dust mites or mole must be different than for humans. I also know my own personal 4Es play a role–as an asthmatic it may take a lesser quantity of dust to begin a 4e coughing reaction in my chest than yours.

My problem is, I know dirty in India is different than dirty standards in SF. I also known when I take my SF self to India it is really troubling to be in a society where the clean standards are so different than mine. For Innuits vs Miami folk and temperature I can clearly see the Rupa reason why we would call different things cold, but I can’t see it for dirty.

Also for things like good/bad, lovable/hateable I am having an issue. I can see how what I am used to plays a role: so if I wasn’t used to SF I don’t think I would hate NY so much. I also see not everyone and not every species hates it. But I can’t break it into Rupa, it seems so personal preference. I see love is something that exists across humans and across species, but I can’t see how I love Eric but my brother loves his wife is something that is deeply rooted in the Rupa realm other than on each of our individual interpretation of it based on our own 3s and 4s. Struggling with beauty too.

Thank you!!!

A: Ok on clean maybe I am closer than I thought. In Mexico, Mexicans drink the water and don’t get sick, but my Dr. warned me not to drink water when I went cause Americans are more likely to get sick. So fine I see the Rupa in clean.

But how is love or goodness broken into elements…hard ☹️ Wait..does good have to do with karma? Ugh hard

MN: You’re making good progress! (good)

Here’s the answer to back solve for – Every intangible quality has rupa and the 4e at its core. Without rupa and 4e, those qualities wouldn’t be able to be seen or proven.

For love, what is it that you love? How do you perceive that love? What tangibles prove Eric’s love for you? What physical things prove your love for Eric?

Let’s get the rupa and 4e cleared away before we dive into karma. That’s also important and seems that karma’s role in everything is missing from your in the zone realization

A: Ok I got beauty/ ugly is just an arrangement of 4Es that is pleasing/displeasing to my the senses (more 4es).

I think I have figured out hate too ( I’ll get love on my own as an extension). I’ll start with the punchline: for me hate is about stability and I can clearly find a 4E basis for stability.

I used to keep fish tanks and you are not supposed to empty all the water out of a tank to clean it, only some. The water has its own unique temp, pH, boom and if you change it all at once it can shock the fish to death, they need stability.( 4Es of fish need a particular arrangement of 4 Es in the environment that can’t change too quickly).

I hate NY, it is loud, dirty, overcrowded, people speak harshly, body language is harsh, movement is fast. Alana’s 4es was used/ adapted to an SF arrangement of 4es and NY 4Es shocked my system. It was unstable.

I hated my mom as a kid; when she flipped out for seemingly no reason she would flail, yell, withhold food, clothes, shelter, physical affection and attention and isolate me so no one else could provide these. The 4es of my environment registered as unstable to my 4es.

There are 4 E reasons a Bedouin would register a certain arrangement of 4Es as more or less stable than a Midwestern kid who has never left their hometown. But there is a range for humans. There is also a different range for cockroaches than for ( the super sensitive) Mandarin Gobi.

Moreover(I’m still testing) if temperature is in the 4e of water and registering it is in my 4e than feeling heat is a symptom of the interaction btwn the water 4e and my 4e. Just so, stability is in the environment and my ability to register more or less is based on my 4 es. Hate is a symptom of the interaction between the 4es in the environment and the 4 es in my self.

Zooming out of Rupa world for a sec: To this day my Mom’s voice, word choice perfume, face, all prickle me. It is old memories and my storyteller self (4) smoothing over all that has changed and selling the lie that my mom and I and the situation are still the same. That she is still a much weightier factor in my stability/instability than she act is in the current circumstances I.

Also, as long as we are zoomed out here: I spend most of my life chasing shit I love and trying to avoid what I hate. If hate is just instability, and instability is (increasingly obviously) the rule of this world…that is a pretty clear path to help me loosen my attachment.

Anyway, next needs to be good/bad. I have saved it because it is crazy hot button for me, but I will try. My instinct is to start with worthy of reward/punishment. Or worthy of safety/ unsaftey. Any thoughts?

Thank you!!!

MN: The 4E are the basis for everything. Our feelings of like or dislike are represented by things, tangible physical objects.

If I am pleased after a meal, that pleasure is based on the 4E of food my 4E has just consumed.

If I hate someone, that person is the 4E that I hate, the subject of the things we disagree on are all 4E. Our clashing values are represented by 4E – the greedy take and the non-greedy pass… on what? On a tangible thing like a dress, a car, a meal, etc.

If I am annoyed at someone driving slowly, what are they being slow about? Driving a 4E car on a 4E road at a rate that makes 4E me think I’ll be late for my appt with my 4E doctor at the 4E medical building.

A: I see how the 4Es serve as a base. I do have a question though: For hot and a group of humans from Miami there is general consensus on a hot or cold day.

For hate though, it seems harder. When I really push I see that everything I hate is wrapped up with Rupa that  makes me feel like the world around me is unstable/unsafe/ unpredictable. This then gets to a core wrong view of mine– that a stable predictable world is achievable and preferable and that if I just make the right tweaks I can get there.

For you, it seems like the 4es you hate are different things because you read the rupa to mean different things. Yes?

Is this all part of how rupa and nama interplay?

MN: When it comes to hate, there has to be an object for that hate. Whether it is a person, place, or thing.

If you hate hot weather, a high pitched voice, a fussy baby, being low on gas, cars honking, dishonesty, etc … each instance of hate is embodied by something tangible. Without that object of hate, the feeling of hate wouldn’t be triggered.

Have you considered that this instability that you are adverse to might be part of the overall stability of the larger system?

And the world IS predictable in its way… only we don’t understand or see the world’s rules because we are so focused on our own…because we think we are the world.

A: Ok, I see that we love in a Rupa world. Rupa is the foundation for the world, the things I do in it and what I believe. As a resident in the Rupa world I am at most a factor, causes are in the Rupa itself.

But that isn’t the whole story…of I get a hot meal it is the hot meal that triggers my view/belief that I am loved and cared for. I use the Rupa as proof…

But then, I don’t think the cause of my view is the Rupa, I think the Rupa is a factor. If it were the cause, my views would be born out in the real world and I think we have established they’re not, after all I hate NY because it exposed a rendition of Rupa I don’t and to see/believe exists.

What is the rest of the story?

Alright Dear Reader, this is our pausing point. We will return to this question in an upcoming blog, but this has already run quite long.

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 5 )

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 5 )

Rupa Beyond the Basics – How Rupa Lies at the Foundation of Concepts Like Safe, Clean, Good, Etc. 

If I understand what rupa is –alternating, shifting, decaying arrangements of 4es – and I am still consumed by desire for it, it points to another problem: I am dazzled by what I think rupa represents, what it MEANS, or what it guarantees. That, and I don’t truly see its shadow side, the pain and suffering it delivers to my life. I don’t yet feel exhausted by its impermanence, its unreliability…Ugh, clearly, I still have a lot of work to do…  

But, as a starting point, I needed a bridge, an understanding of how rupa and nama interact. How lil’ ole’ rupa, just a collection of those 4es, ends up providing a foundation for absolutely everything: love, safety, goodness, etc.  

Rupa is just like soil, it is the medium through which our desires are nourished and then born out. Rupa is the building material our nama uses to build itself and its vision of the world. It drives us, but only because of the meaning we assign to it, because of what we believe it means or what we believe it will help us achieve/become.   

This next contemplation takes a little to warm up, but it is a biggie –it is where I start actually seeing the way rupa provides a foundation for all those concepts that rule my life: Safe, good, clean, pretty, etc.  

Because this is super long, I am going to divide it into 2 blogs. In the first I look at a rather simple concept: hot/cold. In the next blog you can see how I used what I had figured out from the relatively easy concept of ‘hot/cold’ to work through way tougher topics like love/ hate, clean/dirty, good/bad.  

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MN: The thing that most practitioners don’t understand is that even when you get the outcome you expected, it is still an impermanent outcome. 

A: Of course! I think each time I get an outcome I want it confirms my control. Like picking heads or tails in a coin toss correctly. But if I were in control the evidence would be replicability and the ability to preserve. I suppose this is one way that nama and rupa‘ interact. Rupa’ stirs my imagination to self-lie, with the agenda of selling my personal fairytale of Alana the in-control hero who accurately guesses coin tosses. 

MN: I really like what you’ve said here. If you always believed successes are fully attributed to your amazingness and your amazingness is no longer the cause, what can you attribute them to now?  

A: My amazingness isn’t the cause of heads/tales in a coin toss, the cause is the 4es of a coin, meeting the 4es of a hand, meeting the 4es of the air and the surface it lands on.  

MN: So what is the cause for situations that seemed safe to you, or the cause for whenever youve thought yourself to be good or compassionate? 

A: Is it really the same as a coin? The cause of a hotel room I think is safe is the configuration of the 4es? 

MN: What is safe, in terms of 4e. What 4e cues indicate safe or unsafe 

A: Cues of safe: clean, orderly, kempt… 

But what is clean on 4E terms?  

OK I’ll try: safe in 4e terms concerning cleanliness is non decayed? 

MN: What kind of configuration signals safe or clean or good? 

MN: What is safe on safari? Safe at the temple? Safe at the grocery store? All in rupa/4e terms? 

For instance, safe can be where you are far from harm (harm being another living being) or safe from predators. Or safe being enough food and water and warmth and shelter. See how it is physically based? 

A: So I tend to focus on cleanliness as safe from disease. But there was a decent looking cafe “fooled” me into thinking it was nice and clean and safe till I saw the filthy bathroom; a part of me wants to file this under incomplete view, once I saw the bathroom I had more info on the rupa to feed through my nama. 

But, I freaked out because I thought that dirty must = diseases. That is what started me down the Homeless Alana rabbit hole…. 

I’m still not totally clear though, is it that cleanliness is based in the form but I interpret the acceptable degree and the imagined outcome via memory and imagination? 

MN: What is dirty? What is cleanliness? It is totally related and contingent upon rupa. What is disease if not the 4es? 

A: I guess disease is an arrangement of the elements I don’t want? Diseases are an arrangement of rupa that results from, and leads to, further decay. 

MN: What kind of diseases are there. Can you name some? 

A: Cancer, diabetes, flu, cold 

MN: What is cancer? What is the flu? What is diabetes or a cold? In a strictly physical sense? 

Isn’t the flu a virus? What is a virus? What is it made of? How does it come into existence, live, multiply, decay, and die? 

A: Virus is also 4es has liquids that are encased in a solid cell wall it is able to move, more freely than in heat than in cold. It requires liquids to spread and replicate, etc. 

MN: Viruses are alive, living things that require liquid blood, air, solids, heat. They eat our 4e to survive. So if dirty means diseases like viruses, then is dirty based on the 4e? 

A: Definitely 

A: Which brings me to the question of how a group of peeps can all agree water is hot… Fire can act on water and make it hot. It is in the Rupa. 

But you and I can have a different view on the desirability of hot; if I am trying to make coffee it is great, if you are trying to wash salad greens you may think not so great. 

It also acts on my Rupa differently than yours. So If I was just in a cold pool and jumped in a hot one than the hot water will cause a greater change in my Rupa than in yours and that is perceptible to me. 

MN: Go back to what I asked about humans and animal species and living beings perceiving hot, and consensus among a species. Why would that be? How is that explained by 4e composition?  

A: Humans, kangaroos, snakes are all types of 4e arrangements. When water of a certain temp interacts with our type-similar 4es it has a similar effect. But not exactly the same either because of variation within the 4es amongst humans or amongst snakes. 

MN: What is the lowest and highest temp humans can tolerate vs lowest and highest temp penguins can tolerate? Why is it similar across species? What is the basis for this tolerance? Physical make up or mental makeup? 

A: Physical makeup is the foundation of tolerance. Similarities arise because we all share the same shit. Differences because proportions are different and the threshold in which disease/imbalance sets in for a human versus a snake. 

MN: Yes. For bison with thick wool, whales with blubber, they can tolerate colder temperatures than humans. So human cold, something all humans would not survive, is still tolerable to these animals. They wouldn’t say it is deathly cold. 

MN: So is hot and cold in the physical make up? Some insects can even freeze and unfreeze back to life. So our human perception of universally freezing cold is nothing to these insects. 

Some animals in the desert can survive just fine in temperatures in which humans would be burnt to a crisp. Again, the difference in the 4e make up is at the root of this difference. 

A: OK –temperature is in the physical properties of water. What temp is hot or cold will depend on the 4es of the type swimming in it. 

A: I understand hot and cold clearly. Based on the 4es of an object, it can exhibit a particular temperature. Based on 4es of a human, we can register that temp as hot or cold. There is variability within species because the 4Es of water can act on the 4Es of my body and so I can actually experience a certain temp as hotter than you because I just jumped out of a cold pool which changed the state of my own 4Es and causes me to experience temp different then say you, coming out of a sauna. 

I can also have a preference and/or assign particular meaning to hot/cold and that is where 3 (memory) and 4 (imagination) comes in. I associate a hot meal with care. My mom rarely cooked and from very young, before I could use a stove on my own, I had to figure out how to ea. So now if Eric serves me hot food, versus cold food I feel more loved and cared for. 

MN: Ok so if hot and cold are determined by physical make up, can you apply the rest of your safe/clean/good qualities list to this concept, to see how they have 4e rupa at the foundation?  

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 4 )

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 4 )

Dear Readers, this blog is a direct continuation of the previous so, if you haven’t read last week’s entry then please do head back there and read it before you continue here.

A little summery/context/extra info:  The dialog below essentially captures the process through which I began to understand how the 4 elements work to make up every physical form in this world. Truth be told, for a long practicing Buddhist, I had a really poor grasp on this ‘101 topic’ prior to this contemplation. After I started really understanding the 4 elements I came to see my practice had no chance of success without this key understanding –how can I expect to become unattached to my possessions if I don’t even understand what they actually are? How will I stop believing the things I call ‘mine’ are subject to my rules until I understand what the actual rules of the world that govern all forms are?  How  am  I supposed to internalize the decay/death of objects when I don’t see the fundamental building blocks of those objects are exactly the same as my own?

I spent an entire day just trying to understand the way 4 elements come together into particular forms and then dis-aggregate, feed and rearrange into other forms. I started with simple objects, coins and coffee and went on to trees, bees, and then compound objects like cars and cows.  For example:

A Tree: arises from the earth, is nourished by water and solid minerals and requires heat to synthesize nutrients and circulate (wind) those nutrients through the tree and grow (wind). The solid of the trunk , protects and provides channels for the sap (liquid) to move (wind) up to the leaves so they can effectively capture sunlight (fire) to photosynthesize nutrients. A shift in the balance of the elements creates change in the tree and if the shift is sufficient it causes death.   If there is insufficient water in the earth to move up the roots (solid) of the tree, it will die and its elements will go back to the soil.  An absence of heat causes sap (liquid) to flow (move) less freely  and the solid of the leaves  becomes more fragile and wind  blows them from the tree where they decay and nourish the bugs.  If a rot softens the solid trunk of a tree it can no longer protect the softer inner layers and it is prone to being consumed by insect. A tree requires wind to carry the seed to the ground where it grows, but a hurricane can uproot and kill it.

Several weeks later I came back to this topic and did a little exercise in which I analyzed each of my body parts to understand it in terms of 4 elements. I then considered how imbalances in each of these parts, and then ultimately my body as a whole would lead to sickness and death.  So For example: my lungs are solid tissue requiring a certain body temperature to move and blood to be nourished so that it can move air through my body. As an asthmatic, I know that solid particles (dust) can move into my airways and cause a liquid to form in my lungs that creates greater resistance to solid tissue’s moment and makes it hard to move the air I need to survive through my body. I have had fish tanks and seen the little air hoses become clogged, start filling with water, cracking and ‘die’ because they can no longer move air into the tank. So can’t I also die if my balance of elements becomes sufficiently  changed?

In addition to softening my belief that I am somehow  exempt from death and decay this exercise also helped bolster my understand of exactly why all form is temporary (impermanent). The elements are constantly shifting and changing balance and effecting each other. The introduction of a particle of dust can shift the 4es of my lungs. No 4e object is a closed system in and of itself, the interaction with other objects, and the shifting that comes with changes in the environment, and the  propensity for each element to erode back to the earth  is the REASON they will never be stable. They will never be ‘mine’ forever.

But…I am way way ahead of myself here. So, if you want the nitty gritty of how I got here, see below:

How the 4 Elements Work –The Basics

A: I don’t understand the 4 elements. Can you perhaps give me an example of how you would use them to talk about a tree or fish or bird?

MN: Everything is made up of the 4 elements. A tree requires sunlight to grow, needs water to live, breathes in air, and draws from minerals in the dirt and it has a solid form.

Fish require water to live, air to breathe and internal air pressure to tolerate various depths, heat to stay alive and moving, and is comprised of solid matter. A larger fish eats a smaller fish, and in doing so absorbs the smaller fish’s 4 elements. When the big fish poops, it releases some of those 4 elements back into nature. When it dies and decomposes, its 4 elements return to the earth.

MN:  Try to see how all things are comprised of the four elements. For instance, like the tree we consume the 4 elements: we need air to breathe and air pressure to function, water to drink and blood to flow through our veins, solid foods (made up of 4 elements, as well) to build up and sustain our own solid bodies, and heat to stay warm and flexible. An imbalance of any of these, we get sick and die. Absent any of these we instantly die. When we die, the four elements return to the earth – our corpses fertilize the earth and plants and animals eat our discarded 4 elements.

Try to understand the role rupa and the 4 elements have in defining particular qualities in order to understand whether these qualities truly *only* exist in the mind.

–How do “hot” or “cold” relate to the tangible form and the four elements?

— How are “safe”/”unsafe” or “good”/”bad” or “skilled”/”unskilled” determined by the tangible form and the four elements?

–How can we feel the same things, have a general consensus of what is “tolerable”/”intolerable” among species? Why is it different from humans to various animal or plant species? What is the role of rupa here?

—What is the role of rupa in shaping view? What is at the foundation of view?

—What is the relationship between reality and view? Is there overlap or are they mutually exclusive?

A: QQ: just once– how would you think about the elements of a coin in a toss?

So the coin is solid, its toss depends on air, where are liquid and heat in a coin? Does every item need to have all 4 of the elements?

A: Wait maybe when fire is applied to a coin it becomes liquid. So heat was actually required to take the original metal, liquify it, and turn it into a coin shape?

MN: Yes. Like you said, in forming the coin, there are solid metals forged in heat, cooled with air, shaped while in liquid form.

A: So do you need to see all four elements in every object

MN: Yes

A: Is it because everything is all 4 elements in different proportions?

MN: Yup

A: I like this hot and cold game 😉… Do the proportions dictate the particular rules of each object? So if a really coin has a particular proportion of solid such that when flipped the air acts on it to give a probability of getting heads 50 Percent of the time. But…a false coin, which has a different proportions of solid could interact with air such that it flips heads at a much higher percent of the time?

MN: When it comes to a coin toss, whether metal coin, plastic coin, or glass coin, the probability of heads or probability of tails is contingent on what?

A: The interaction of the solid and wind elements I think?

MN: The coins are forged in different ways, combining different proportions of the 4 elements. There is so much impermanence involved in this process, even when the same type of coin is replicated in a single factory’s assembly line. Each coin is the same, yet unique in terms of its composition.

Then when the coin is tossed, those slight discrepancies in the four elemental composition will factor into the conditions that cause it to show heads or tails. For instance, a coin that is “heads” heavy may be more likely to show heads. But ultimately chances are it will end up with a mostly random combo of heads and tails.

And yes, the physical conditions at the time of toss also factor into the results. The wind element, the moisture in our fingers and the air, the weight of the coin and the surface it lands on, the heat and how it reacts to that particular material.

So, how do the 4 elements factor into probability and impermanence? How do we use tangibles and the 4 elements to determine, value, and define things?

A: How about something like coffee? In its liquid state fuels my solid forms movement through a solid worlds

MN: Coffee is also 4 elemental, once in our body, the 4 elements of coffee break down and travel to their respective teams… liquid from coffee feeding liquid in our body, solid feeding solid, air feeding air, heat feeding heat

AD: Ok so a diamond with higher clarity and shine is more highly valued because it is more rare. Can we say that the heat and pressure in the earth acted upon a particular diamond of a particular proportion of the elements and resulted in more shine and clarity? How do I get more nuanced?

So, we need to think about not just the elements in the current state of the object but also in the process of forming and the process of dissolution?

Is it possible to understand the proportions of say one diamond versus another is a nuances way or is it sufficient to see they are different?

So if diamond a has more clarity than diamond b than do I need to understand what element and in what proportions cause clarity? Is it even possible? Or is it sufficient to see the difference and understand there is an elemental cause?

Can I go a step further and see that whatever elemental difference causes great clarity in diamond A, that difference began in the formation. Creates a different perception in a human in it’s current state and will solve in a different way/ proportion of elements back to the earth? All along it will act differently RE; shine?

So there is however only so clearly or cloudy a diamond can get.

MN: Just a basic understanding is fine. For instance, if the diamond has more or less clarity, it could be due in part to the pressure (wind element) where it was forged, the mineral composition in the ground, as well as the moisture and heat in that location. You don’t need to know precise scientific reasons, just the trends the elements follow. Wind element contributes to___ features, water element contributes to…

The differences appear in all stages: birth, aging, sickness, death

A: So maple syrup (yes I’m at a farmers market) has liquid but it flows which is viscosity, a combo of it’s water and air. Or it’s water and earth spectrum which is influenced by current heat and air. It has solid elements and it changes from liquid to solid at certain heat leveled so in the bottle I see it has a level of heat in it that is responsible for it’s current viscosity. It has a flavor that that is derived  of it’s solid parts and liquid parts…what else?

MN: Maple syrup is tree sap and part of the tree, the tree grows by eating minerals in the dirt and increasing its solid form, by drinking water, by breathing air, and by being warm enough to survive. The syrup is made by boiling and cooling, all of which depend on liquid, heat, air, and earth elements

A: So it’s like a paint pallet. An artist will know a color and oil versus water type, thickness, the ratios of paints together and the type of canvas you put it on will all determine the characteristics of the final painting?

MN: Yeah –Even paints are 4 elemental. Colors, as well. We are each a piece of 4 elemental art. Only there is no “final”, we are living art, shifting and changing all the time

A: QQ: am I right that it is impossible to think about just the elements in an object without considering how the elements and elements in other items  have acted on the object and how the object will act on the elements and elements in other objects in turn:

Example fish doesn’t just have blood it needs water in ocean and it acts on the ocean by peeing.

Or tree had air that allows roots to spread that act upon the movement in the soil? I ask to be sure I am correct in thinking about the whole picture bc I am having trouble isolating a fish without thinking about ocean

MN:  All interrelated, not isolated.

Everything feeds off of everything’s four elements. We eat certain meats bc we cant get those nutrients (aka 4 elements) on our own. We eat cow meat to get grass nutrition  (our 4E eats cow 4E), eat nuts from trees for certain vitamins (vitamins=4E), mosquitoes eat our 4E in sucking our blood, flies eat our 4E in eating our skin. Goats lick the mineral salts from rocks to get their 4E, leopards eat those goats, leopards 4E back to earth when they poop and pee and after death.

We are all connected. Like that pocahontas song!

A: I will say rupa is a straight forward contemplation, but pretty powerful too…I generally think the world is so exciting, but today I started thinking it’s not as alluring as I thought, it’s just the same shit mixed up in different mold.

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 3)

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 3)

Dear Readers, this blog is a direct continuation of the previous so, if you haven’t read last week’s entry then please do head back there and read it before you continue here.

A Roundabout Way to Discovering I Need to Understand Rupa+Nama

MN: What do you feel about this?

https://youtu.be/bMYGYY-WunE

A: So on the video I feel nothing extreme. But the reason is I don’t, in my heart, view eggs as babies so no fodder to excited my heart. But I have had a pretty big breakthrough on the birds already. Punchline: just because I don’t see a cause it doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist.

MN: Love this

A: Very briefly, on another note: I really saw quickly I cried about the birds because I see myself in the birds. I have known for a while there is hidden little Alana that feels like a victim of the world whose suffering seems causeless, and so not fair (she is in homeless Alana story too). At least in this life I think it all starts with my some childhood abuse, from a care giver who would be fine one sec and then freak the next, for what seemed like no reason at all. I spent most of my childhood in terror for myself and then trying to protect my brother. Now though I know this person has has been diagnosed with a disease that is at least a factor in this behavior, so it’s not without cause.

Deeper: Take the mammogram story, I saw my picture was incomplete (thought only possible outcomes were macrocalcifications that were worse or stable) because I was bound to imagine (4) outcomes in only the limited way my picture allowed (based on memory, 3s). When another outcome happened, I saw it is not just that anything can happen, but that the reason I don’t understand that fact is because my view of the world is so limited.

Now, though I see I can apply the same lesson to causes (since causes are just past effects) all  my assumptions that abuse/suffering is for ‘no reason’ versus abuse/suffering for being for a reason arise from my limited picture (permanently stuffed with my standards, shoulda and colored by my Alana colored glasses) versus complete picture of the world.

MN: I like this about seeing that your view is limited

AI am watching for changes since the contemplation (which as a reminder to you readers, was something Neecha asked me to do at the end of the last post so she could help me further) and feeling 100 percent sure on freeing-up my ideas around worthy and good; at the wat this AM I did not think “not worthy” when a friend  anamodannaed with me and I did not think everything LP said in his teaching this morning was a personal commentary on my moral failings.

MN: This is good, can you pinpoint why though?

A: On good, the uproot came from contemplating on my need to be ‘good daughter’ by always making my mom happy: I see that I made-up the standards of being a good daughter someone who always makes mom happy (because I think by making her happy I can be protected from her wrath) and then kept trying to live up to my imagined standard, suffering because Inevitably failed since her happiness is in her heart.

A: Deserve was easy, I didn’t think I deserve a bed at retreat, but I got one so clearly my concept of deserve does not govern the world.

MN: If you see that your mom’s happy is in her heart, do you feel unable to make your mom happy, then?

MN: Inevitably failed, so does that mean you’ll always fail?

MH: So what does govern the world?

A: I Inevitably fail because I can’t always make my mom happy and there is an unspoken always in my belief that a good daughter makes her mom happy.

I sometimes make mom happy, but not because of my standards of good daughter. But because my form + my actions, in certain environment/ circumstances, meets the standard for ‘happy’ that my mom has in her own heart.

This l think is one angle of how my heart world and the real world are connected.

To answer that question more broadly…rupa’ (real world) is like food pellets in a video game. My character (memory and imagination, 3&4) eats them to get bigger and to get powers to win the game. It is like rupa is some conduit material in which signals run 2 ways. I want to make mom happy so she loves me and I feel like a good daughter. So l use rupa to transmit the message. I buy her gifts, I take her on trips, I do shit in the real world. This is food pellets for influencing my video game. Then I read the rupa she ‘gives back’, a smile, a frown, a gift and word and use it to confirm my success making her happy and therefore being a good daughter. This is food pellets making me big. If I feel like either I lack the rupa tools to make  my Mom happy (and thereby convince myself of my goodnes), or that the rupa of her response ( facial expressions for example) don’t signal my success then shit isn’t how it “should be” and I get angry. Something like this is how the heart world and the real one connect. Still need time to clarify a bit more

A: I don’t yet know exactly what governs the world. But I suspect it is something like that video game world where everyone is trying to collect food pellets (rupa’) to get bigger and have powers and then prove just how big they are by testing their powers in interaction with other players.

MN: You’re on the right track with the rupa and nama connection. Rupa is tangible form, nama is the intangibles: feeling, memory, imagination, sensation . Just have to sort it out a bit more.

A: Anyway, all this is part of what governs connection between heart and real. What governs real I know the answer is Karma, cause an effect, arising and ceasing, that was then and this is now, but my heart isn’t fully convinced. I know I need more evidence

A: On the topic of watching for changes since the contemplation:

1) I am less likely to get runaway imagination with Eric and talking about our future. Example, he said our fantasy dog was a bread I don’t care for and I didn’t even bother to argue because I saw so clearly what idiot would argue over a fantasy dog.

2) Seeing other conditions like what to eat where to go lessen but not sure because could be post retreat daze, it happens to me sometimes. I’ll keep you updated I feel like I need to test in the wild not my imaginations.

3) I am seriously less sure what I believe is really true. Not 100 percent yet, but last night we went to a dinner and a flickering neon was hurting my eyes so I asked to change tables. The waiter pointed to one just a foot or so away and said it was the only one so we could move there. My first though was it’s still so close to the light it won’t make any difference. Immediately, before I spoke, I saw it might. So I said we would try it. In truth, it was a little better, but still hurting. But it wasn’t the same…

A: Overnight, I decided to revisit the topic of good because it feels a little murky and I suspect it’s a huge key for me. The thing is, I know it is not in a situation, but in my heart…When LP moved his hand and asked where slow was I saw that if it couldn’t be found in a hand. It arises in my mind based on my own interpretation which is based on context and a multitude  of things that move faster and slower.

Even though I see good lives in my heart, not the situation, I still feel there is some judgement in my heart that is correct. And even if I see that my changing picture of the world (like geese, more info) changes my judgement, I still believe there is a complete picture that exists that if I saw would allow me to judge. And I still feel that judgement could be correct even if it is different from what happens in the actual world. And even if I see the same judgement isn’t appropriate in all circumstances because causes and conditions are different I feel that case by case I can make a correct one in my heart.

I suspect it is because I don’t really understand where the judgment comes from. Or I know it is me but I don’t clearly see the mechanics. Resultantly, I don’t really see the connection between the heart world and the real world.

I have already gotten to the fact that possible is an important condition for my idea of goodness. And my idea of possible comes from memory. It is why before I saw heard a story about a Thai lute maker generously giving free music classes and helping feed and educate kids in his village, I never thought I had to do that to be good, but after I heard about it I felt burdened by ‘one more good I had to be now that I saw that good was possible’. But I can’t seem to get further than this. I can’t quite see exactly how imagination works with this.

MN: Why do you think the lute maker is a good person, or what do you think that what he was doing was good?

MN: And when things exist in your heart, is there any overlap with the real world? Or are your views and reality mutually exclusive?

MN: The more I think about it, the more I think that what is missing is the conclusion.  It is like you’re saying:

I thought qualities like “safe,” “good,” or “worthy” were determined by tangible, worldly cues – but now I realize that those qualities are defined in my mind, they don’t exist in those tangible things in an absolute way.

So if your initial assumption is incorrect, then what is correct? That everything exists in our minds? But if that is absolutely true, how is it that we feel can similar things (disgust over a dirty cafe bathroom, touched by generosity, etc), and how can we feel dissimilar things (you are afraid of A but I am not, I find B useful but you do not)? What is the relationship between reality and view? Is there overlap? Or is it really mutually exclusive, as it seems you’ve found it to be?

A: It is because cold does exist and so does hot. But where on the spectrum I find any particular cup of water is based on my own interpretation of the temp of that water in the moment. Which arises based on my experience and perceived needs. Someone else can think that same cup is cold or hot based on their own relative situation. But in no case will their assessment and mine be exactly the same ( because we are each subject to different factors and conditions from which we make the judgment,). But the sammutti of the words hot and cold has something to do with why it may feel the same or different as mine????? Reaching here

So in sum we can all read rupa’, but our thresholds are what is different. My threshold is what is in my heart and that changes based on circumstances. Or rather it is not that hot exists and cold exists, but that temperature exists and it exists on a graduated scale. This is impermanence.

MN: Keep thinking about this. Because if everything is in each of our individual minds and it doesn’t really exist elsewhere, why can we have consensus on the moment when water turns “hot” or “warm” or “cold”?

And what is “hot” or “cold” or “clean” or “dirty”, really, if it doesn’t exist how you once thought?

A: Because we can have similar enough causes and conditions in a particular moment that for that time our thresholds across individual more or less agree. Hot or cold or clean or dirty is a relative term I suppose…

I’m stuck…

A: It is something that changes. It changes in the world and it changes in my heart. In the world it changes based on the rules of rupa’. So it will freeze at 0 and boil at 100, in my heart it changes based on my personal particulars.

So If I just jump out of the hot spring that is at 102 degrees into water that is 99 degrees the new ware is cold, If I jump from the snow into 99 degrees water it is hot.

MN: Is hot and cold generally the same for humans? For instance, desert temperatures are hot, arctic temperatures are cold.

A: I suppose it is in that we all have a body

MN : And the thresholds for human bodies…?

A:  And like water boiling at a certain temp, there is certainly a temp where we humans will experience hot or cold

MN: Is human hot and cold the same is kangaroo hot and cold? Or penguin hot and cold?

A: But if I am an Inuit I might have a different threshold for cold than a Miami person. Penguin and python definitely have different thresholds, not just for what is comfortable but what is actually livable

MN: Agreed. So what does this tell us? In terms of “hot” and “cold” What is the basis for determining these sammuti conventions?

A: Our experiences, our needs, our form

Try again: our types

No, I’m not yet sure what that means

But types feels right

MN: Is “hot” for humans a mere arbitrary definition, relatively defined? Is “hot” for penguins, monkeys, snakes, turtles, whales, lions a mere arbitrary definition, relatively defined?

Is there really nothing in “hot”? Does it really not exist? Does it only exist in the mind?

If it is indeed only in our minds, then if we don’t think it, then it won’t exist?

A: Fuck thanx. Ok it does exist and our rupa’ as humans defines it somehow

But what exact degree is comfortable or desirable is in my heart?

That degree I would actually call hot arises on my experiences

That somehow is not clear…But I know we are bound by rules of rupa

MN: Focus on rupa, the 4 elements. Rupa versus nama. Dont limit yourself to humans. Look at all living things, like how I asked about different animals. Humans have too many layers to see through in order to get to the raw truth. But with animals it is more factual and straightforward

A: Any other tips on exactly what the Four elements means?? Can I think in terms of atoms and laws of physics and chemistry?

MN: Atoms and molecules are too complicated! They didn’t need that for enlightenment during the Buddha’s time, or in the Thai back country, so we don’t either.

Try to see what role the 4 elements play in defining a thing or a concept. How does it work with the mind? How does it work apart from the mind?

Alternate ways to see the elements

The earth element – solid matter

The water element – liquid

The wind element – movement, pressure

The fire element – warmth

A: Thank you

MN: The more I think of it, the more you’re just lacking a conclusion, and that’s probably because the rupa was sacrificed for the focus on the nama intangibles. But they must go hand in hand. My assessment is that if you can understand rupa’s role in your newfound understanding, it’ll balance out.

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 2)

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 2)

Dear Readers, this blog is a direct continuation of the previous so, if you haven’t read last week’s entry then please do head back there and read it before you continue here.

Following my big retreat contemplation, Mae Neecha was a massive help ‘course correcting ‘ and rounding out my contemplation. For the next  week  or so she was my  virtual sherpa, helping prod me, guide me and answer questions through an ongoing Line Chat. There is so much content in this Chat, I am going to do my best to break it into ‘bite-sized’ portions over the next few blogs at natural breaking points. I am also going to edit and trim a little bit in the interest of space/time and add a few highlights/headers if I think something needs to be particularly called-out. But, though it is quite an unusual format for this blog, I am going to keep as much intact as possible and share a transcript of our conversation.

I am choosing to go this rout for a few key reasons: 1)  I believe the thinking process –the getting stuck, and lost and needing to pivot and try a new line of thinking and  little-by-little discovering — is just as revealing as the ultimate conclusions; 2) I was so in the ‘zone’ for the few days after retreat, this line conversation, and my practice,  was essentially continual — I thought, I reached-out when I had either a question or thought I had an answer. As a result, this transcript is pretty unique in my own notebook because it is a ‘real-time’ record of wisdom dawning, not just a recording of what I remembered and wanted to write down at a later time.  So,  even though it makes for a not-so-easy read,  I want these blogs to preserve the dialogue and not just be a neatly summed-up conclusion (although I will offer a synthesis of all of this and where it took me towards the end of this chapter if you do just prefer to wait).  So buckle-up…its another Buddhisty ride ;).

My Guess on The Origin of the Contemplation and the Need to Test/Observe Myself to Explore It’s Implications

MN: Upon reviewing what you’ve written here (and not what i interpreted from what you told us today) my question is – is it really as absolute as you think it is? That it is all in your heart?

It seems that before, you thought your thoughts and the world were one, inseparable. But now that you’re seeing the separation between reality and your reality, is it a complete separation?  Entirely different? Wholly unrelated?

A:  Thank you … I guess  maybe went too far in the other direction…

On the birds — there is still an Alana that feels a victim/sorry for myself that  the birds brought out. Testing my feelings and thinking more about this, I think I actually uprooted 2 Biggie’s for me:goodness and deserve.  The rest I will work on in the context of bringing a bit more balance to my view. I was in such a deep contemplative  state (never had that happen before) it’s like a dream where more stuff is coming back to me in pieces. There is way more here–like for the first time I was actually able in my mind to share my merit and to take joy in other people’s accomplishments, I guess because I wasn’t worried they would take away from my worthiness or add to my pile of good mountains I needed to scale. Anyway, I am going to keep at it. For a few hours there I felt so free and eyes opened. It was nice and a good motivator to keep on keeping on. I will consider the connection between my reality and outside reality as clearly there must be one or karma wouldn’t exist. Any tips on where exactly to start?

MN:  You’re already on the right track – it seems that you just need to shake it a bit so everything settles. I’d think more about the birds, as that is clearly a point that needs a bit of adjustment. Whatever snags tells us that there needs to be some balancing.  See if you can apply your new understanding to various past issues, and present issues. I’m interested to hear about the progress and any changes you notice.

MN: Before that night, did you have any outstanding phobias to fix? How do you feel about your phobias now, compared to before

A:  On phobias, none that were that extreme…But, I think I know what may have kicked all this off…last week I had to go in for a ‘you turned 40 mammogram’ and I was anxious. Back story is I had a mammogram in my 30s for boob pain. The scan showed no problem with the boob that hurt but microcalcifications in the other breast.

Usually they are benign, not always. I followed them with regular screenings for a few years when my doc and I decided they looked stable so should stop mammograms due to risks and wait to go back till now. But when I went to make the appointment I got scared I had made the wrong decision about not keeping up with annual scans. The mammogram was fine and I asked the radiologist about the calcifications. She said they had all but disappeared, that it was normal for that to happen sometimes.

Before the scan I had been reminding myself of the impermanence of the outcome. I thought, very binary, the calcifications can be stable or be worse. I was stuck on that view. But after the radiologist told me the calcifications disappeared I immediately realized my real wrong view. I never imagined these calcifications disappearing. In my picture of the world I didn’t even know that was a thing. But when I heard the results it was the first time I truly had my heart touched by the fact that absolutely anything can happen.

I don’t know why I think that was the catalyst of the zone, but somehow it feels right.

MN: Was it something that hit you especially hard, realizing that the option that actually happened was not one of the 2 options you were prepared for?

A: Yes. I have been trying to collect evidence on this idea of really honestly anything is possible. But nothing stuck like the mammogram. So so clear. Since my picture was incomplete, I was bound to think about outcomes in only the limited way my picture allowed. When another outcome happened I saw it is not just that anything can happen, but that the reason I don’t understand that fact is because my view of the world is so limited.

That I think is why when you tell me to connect my heart to the world I agree. I still have two big weakness on this:

  1. That like those geese in the nature video we watched (where baby geese had to jump off a cliff and some of them die), everything has a reason (in the video it is clear the geese nest on high to avoid predators that eat eggs but when the eggs hatch the babies, yet unable to fly, must jump from high cliffs in order to head down to the beach were their food supply is found, with these habits at least some of the geese in a litter live thought some die). But since I don’t see those reasons, I feel it is unfair, unjust, indignant SHOULD. That is part of why the birds in the park hit me. I still don’t understand my secret shoulda. The ones that seem ok, that seem compassionate. I only hit on the seemingly negative ones.
  2. I spend so much time on my inside stuff, I am blurry on consequences and karma. I don’t think about it much. Which makes sense because I have been so afraid if I look too close it will be even more discouraging and I might just quit, which I have worried about a long time now. After the contemplation though I suddenly feel less trepidation about looking at karma and consequences. It started this morning.

MN: And now what is your view of the world and its possibilities?

MN: Karma in its simplest definition is just cause and effect

A: As far as my view on possibilities, I would say that  I am seriously getting there, but not there fully.

Re karma –yes, but I have been so colored by moral goodness by Alana’s definition, and my endless mountains to climb to be as good as other people, that in my mind it has been a scary monster of judgment and consequences for all of my wrongs and imagined wrongs. So I couldn’t really look at that monster

MN In terms of possibilities, I’d consider situations in which you don’t already see all the possibilities and reasons – whether or not the result seems compassionate or fair – how do you see them now?

For instance, news stories about a society’s customs that seem odd or are incomprehensible to you.

In order for me to better understand your realization and its implications, I have to understand the changes that followed… what those changes are, what else needs addressing or scrubbing. So right now it is experiment/test mode.

Test your triggers, situations that would normally rub you the wrong way, things that you typically enjoy/detest and ask how you felt about it before and how you feel about it now. And what changed?

A: I see. I am still trying to find the changes myself. I will test for them and see what I can glean stay tuned…

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 1)

Rupa+Nama = Aha! Contemplation After the 2019 Retreat (Part 1)

Hello Dear Readers – If this blog looks familiar that is probably because it is; this, and the next few blogs, are republications of posting from early 2020. Here I will put these blogs back into chronological order, nestling them into the linear(ish) progression of my practice that this blog aims to capture. While the content may be old, I hope that now, with the context offered by the contemplations that served as a foundation for these entries, these posts take on new life and offer new insights. Happy re-reading.  ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

On the last night that I was at the 2019 retreat I had one doozy of a contemplation. It felt like it burst-up outta no where and it really knocked my socks off. In this blog, I am sharing the ‘content report’ about that crazy contemplation that I sent to Mae Neecha the following day and her reply . IMPORTANT: This contemplation was a starting place, but when I shared my report with Mae Neecha and Mae Yo they suggested I needed some serious ‘course correcting’ to round these thoughts out and to keep my practice on track; the course correcting conversations and contemplation will unfold over the next few blogs.  So these next few posts really will need to be read as a series to get a comprehensive pic. Yay for sequels and cliff hangers, its like a real TV program after all.

The Original Contemplation Sum-up

Hey Mae Nee,

I wanted to thank you and Mae Yo so much for all your help and support for so so long. I have had a really big breakthrough in my practice and I want to offer it to you both in gratitude.

Really long I’m afraid so a little hard to cover it all here, but I’ll give you the punchline first and then share a bit about the journey to get there:

Punchline: I clearly understand that my emotions, my imagination, my hopes and my beliefs and my sense of belonging arise in my heart and is separate from what exists in the world. I am also damn sure that I suffer because what I think the world should be and what it actually is are different things and that there is literally no way for my heart to control the world.

It all started last night, LP Nut was teaching a group and ask Ora where her need for her mom’s approval lived? She didn’t quite get the question so I started asking where various objects in the Wat lived, table, stove etc.  Finally LP Nut waved his hand and asked where slow lived… It hit me so hard that it lives in my heart. I closed my eyes and started thinking… I went through a bunch of ideas — good, safe, control, mine, value, hope, want and systematically asked where they all lived. I used my own experiences and past contemplations to test and confirm they are all in my heart.

Some highlights:

— Control: the first place I looked was in my body, but I can’t even control my body, I have asthma I can’t breathe without meds. I peed myself from supplements to make me healthier. If my own body can’t control itself there is no way control exists outside my heart.

–Safety/comfort – I tend to ‘read the rupa’ in an environment to gauge safety comfort. A few weeks ago we were at a Hotspring and the rupa was just right, nature, Zen gardens, etc. But after getting out of the bath Eric passes out. I had never seen someone faint before and the horror is still fresh. I was splashing Eric’s face, yelling for 911, afraid he was going to die. After he woke and I calmed I saw it, if this place, this rupa, were really safe and comfortable how could Eric have “almost died” ( which I know now he didn’t but at the time it felt so real).

Belonging — I started thinking about my bag on the floor. I saw in my mind clearly the rupa was on the floor, but the “my” was in my heart.  I thought about that NY house and how before I bought it, when I had a fantasy of how great it would make my new NY life it was already mine in my heart and how even before I sold it, when I was over the whole thing and hated it, how it had stopped being mine. If mine was really in the house how could my sense of it change so drastically. It has to be in my heart.

Hate– I remembered a day I was practicing Dharma hard sitting in a cafe in NY. I practiced all day contemplating on the topic of my hatred of the city, and I was so absorbed in it I noticed people were honking and it wasn’t bothering me. Usually honking is trigger number 1. Of NY hatred, but I saw on that day that not having it arise in this circumstances meant the hate didn’t live in NY it lives in my heart.

Hope– I thought about Eric and my retirement fantasy, our Koi pond and camper van and travel and I asked where it was? It clearly doesn’t exist anywhere outside me so that hope/fantasy can only live in my heart.

Value– I thought about how when my dad was alive I truly believed my values was in him, in being his daughter and in his approval. But he died and in my mind I searched his corpse for the value but I didn’t find it there, I see I still feel valuable, so it can’t have been in him but in my heart. More specifically in my heart lives my imagination of what value is and it changes based on circumstances. What I value when I am in CT and NY is different. What I value in my job has changed. I thought about my money and in that minute I saw it has no value in itself, it only buys me things I think I will want in the future, things I think will make me a certain thing even though, punchline again, the qualities I imagine in the things I buy –fashionableness, beauty, impressiveness are in my heart. And since everyone else’s version of these things are in their own hearts how can mine possibly have the effect I desire?

At which point it became clear to me that there is no magic wand that allows me to take what is in my heart and exert control on the outside world with it, the two must be separate.

Then I contemplated on should, this was a biggie , I thought about a trip to Japan where we got lost. I was so upset because we weren’t where we were supposed to be. But I saw that should is in my heart and it is not what happened in the real world. I thought about politics and how viscerally I feel like this shouldn’t be our democracy, but it is so should doesn’t live in the world it lives in my heart. Then I thought about my Dad dying. I didn’t think I should lose a father when I was so young or so fast, but I did. Then I remembered I thought it wasn’t fair my dad, who I loved died when it should have been someone else, that I hate, and that is when I saw that all my suffering comes from the difference between the should in my heart and the reality on the ground.

I considered my body and asked why I think it is so special. I internalized my dad’s corpse. Genes, blood, facial features, elements like my own, but he is dead and gone. Plus he was so special to me and yet he is gone. How will my own beliefs in my specialness save me, how can it make me different from him and the hundreds of other corpses I recalled seeing on the news.

I thought about my body, clothes and special more. I remembered my wedding dress fitting, about the shape of my body in the dress, about how special and loveable I felt when I looked in the mirror and then I remembered the dress of no value to me anymore, torn and in the back of my closet, how can special or loveable be in the dress I asked? Then I thought more about some specific clothing moments some outfits that made me feel so special. But then I thought of all the clothes that I tried on in the same store over the years and how they felt like an indictment, of my fatness of my saggingness, of my aging.  I think about the truth that get dressed pains me, makes me self-critical about style about weight. I thought how it like playing Barbie with myself and it’s not really that much fun. Barbie and her outfits are nothing without my imagination to animate them. The meaning can’t be in the clothes or the body, it must be in my heart.

Finally I touched on worthy. I didn’t feel worthy to get so many anamodanas and a thank you card from the kids for the school donation, but I did. I didn’t feel worthy to get a bed those retreat when everyone else slept on the floor. When the last fires struck I got out day one and when I heard about all my office mates suffering with the smoke I felt unworthy to have been free while they suffered. But I saw if what I believed worthiness is dictated these things then they wouldn’t have happened so, guess what, my concept of worthiness must be in my heart .

I have started thinking how sad/scary the world is that it works this way. I went to the park and all the birds ran as I walked by and I thought I mean you no harm, but because you birds act on your own imagination that lives on your little hearts you don’t know, you scurry in fear. How many times have I suffered because what I imagine I need to be scared of will come true? How many days has my heart hurt over my mother and how many times have I hurt her because of it? How sad is it that I have been part of pushing Eric to work so hard to we can have the things and future that lives only in my heart?

Anyway there is more, topics but this gets across the main gist.

I then when back and started parsing a little today. Seeing that I need to use this technique/ weave the fact that my crazy lives only in my heart with a bit more evidence on my imagination of the future lives only in my heart and that it also can’t magically change what happens in the real future/outside world.

When I contemplated I saw a clear Ubai ( well clear to me anyway). That it is like those animation screens that are popped over a real world image. Before, it looked so much like those cartoon characters are actually in the world, but now I see the top screen is just an overlay that can be popped off, my inside heart’s crazy crap was just overlaid on the world, but now I see it is a separate screen.

Anyway really long here so I will sign off after one more though.

Ok now my warm wishes,

A

Rupa, Again, But for Realz This Time

Rupa, Again, But for Realz This Time

This next ‘chapter’ of my practice begins with a bang: A trance-like state that struck me, seemingly outta nowhere, on the last night of the 2019 retreat. As I tried to make sense out of what I had learned from the state afterwards, Mae Yo and Mae Neecha sent me on a course correction — a series of contemplations meant to round-out my practice by helping me understand rupa (the form aggregate), and its relationship to nama (non-form aggregates of vedena, sanna, sankara, vinnan). As Mae Neecha told me much later, Luang Por Thoon told Mae Yo rupa and nama 50/50 — half rupa, half nama, that is the way to practice, this was the little formula that could serve me till the end of my path.

The thing is, for that formula to be helpful, I had to understand rupa first. What the earliest ‘course correcting’ contemplations proved was that I had absolutely no idea what rupa really is, or how to use it in the context of my practice. Sure I had given rupa lip service for years — this body will get sick, that purse is going to break, so they aren’t mine — but on some level, if I am being honest, I thought of rupa as the red-headed stepchild, the less interesting, less sexy side of practice. This next phase of my practice is defined by a shift toward rupa-centric/ rupa-grounded contemplations that radically altered my course.  Frankly, with hindsight, it is no wonder that my practice didn’t feel like it was getting anywhere quickly before, I had literally been missing half the picture.

It quickly became clear to me that I had no hope of releasing attachment to ‘my’ belongings, if I didn’t even really know what those belongings were– I don’t know how to let go of something I didn’t even understand.  I could say shit wasn’t mine till the cows came home, but without understanding WHY shit wasn’t mine, how was I really going to be able to believe it? Only after a radical rupa reexamination did I start to understand the incontrovertible rules of the world that govern rupa  and that preclude rupa from abiding by Alana’s rules.

Over time, I have come to see the more subtle reasons understanding rupa is absolutely critical to practice. In a rupa world, rupa is the substrate through which our kilesa (defilements) are fed, and in which they play out. We don’t have hate or craving or ignorance in a vacuum; we hate a physical person and their physical behaviors, we crave a physical object, or bodily sensation, or a concept demarcated/measured/referenced by a form.

As for ignorance, in his Autobiography  LP Thoon explains, “The term moha, or delusion, is the mind that is deluded by sammuti (supposed form). Avijjā, or ignorance, is ignorance of these sammuti (supposed form).” It makes sense really, for our imaginations to function, to fabricate imaginary futures, imaginary belongings, and imaginary identity — imaginary stillness in an actually ever-shifting world —  we need form to peg our concepts to. We are in a constant process of overlaying our beliefs/imaginations/concepts onto rupa objects and then fooling ourselves into believing that the objects will actually follow our view of what they are, our constructed rules and expectations for them. Sammuti, supposed form –which relies on actual form — lays at the heart of our delusions; after all, what is atta (self, self-identity) except for one more glorified sammuti.

Anyway, I am getting a little ahead of myself here, so for now, without  further ado, rupa, again, but for realz this time…

 

 

 


 

Invited Suffering

Invited Suffering

Some dear friends had come to visit and I planned a day out for them, and their 2 kids ages 2 and 4, to the zoo. Its about an hour drive from my place to the zoo and in the car both kids fell asleep. My friend, looked back at the 2 sleeping tots and exhaled deeply, with a sigh of relief, admitting she was overjoyed just to have a few minutes of ‘adult time’ to herself. The truth is, I got it, they had been visiting almost a week and, at least while I had been around, there was almost no break from the kids screaming, running, hungry, crying, fighting, disobeying or needing some sort of attention.  I thought to myself, “this is so why I don’t want kids.”

This friend however was one of those women that ALWAYS wanted kids. I have known her since high school and there was no doubt in her mind, even when we were just kids ourselves, that having kids were a key ingredient to life’s success. She had the first one easily enough, but with the second there were issues; there were doctors and drugs and painful procedures. Her husband wanted to quit trying, said they should be happy with the one little boy they had, but she was adamant  — she had always dreamed of 2 kids and she would do whatever it took to have the second. Eventually of course, her wish came true, and now it seemed to me she had a new wish, a few more moments of ‘adult time’ before those little terrors woke-up.

The truth is, this isn’t the first time I have seen this friend struggle with the kiddos; more than once she has admitted she misses our nights out, travel, more intimacies with her husband, a go-go-high powered career, and all the other freedoms and aims she felt she needed to give up when the kids came along. She is always quick to tell me how much she loves her kids though, that of course they are worth it, they have given her life a new sense of meaning and purpose.  I smile, nod, listen supportively, but I always get the vague sense that this might be what Stockholm syndrome is like — somehow victim/hostage has come to love her captors.

I have no kids, so I like to pat myself on the back for being immune to such a life trap, but if I really reflect on it, am I? Of course, my husband, Eric, comes to mind — I love him so much, as my friend does her kids, but look at how much I have had to sacrifice for him. I live in a place I don’t like, forced by his job to leave a city, friends, and a life I loved. Not for the first time either, 3 times now I have moved from my home to follow my husband across the country. Its not just were I live, it is what I do and how I spend my time that I have compromised on as well. Eric is a homebody, so while I used to love being out and about, I have modified my behaviors for him. I wanted to be a lawyer, got into some of the country’s best schools, but my husband already had a high-power consulting job at the time and we decided two high power jobs in one family would be too much of a strain on our relationship, so I declined law school. Frankly everything from my diet to my décor has been a compromise, a negotiation between the royal ‘we’, rather than an independent decision. None of this is to say I am unhappy with my life, I have adapted, adjusted myself to achieve my higher priority, the non-negotiable part of my own vision-of-an-ideal-life I have had since I was a kid –a healthy marriage.  I have aligned my hopes and expectations to be comfortable with the reality of my life. These are my choices, and yet…

And yet, when I look at my friend in the car, hungry for just a few moments of rest, I see her suffering –suffering she has invited with her choices and tradeoffs — suffering she has become blind to. Aren’t I blind to my own suffering as well? Its a bit shocking that we humans can delude ourselves, come to see what traps us as who we are and what we want. But the truth is, we all love our captors: We love ourselves, we are enamored with the world, we cling and strive to what we have and what we hope for. We are tethered and bound, and yet somehow, we close our eyes tight, click our heels together 3 times, and convince ourselves that there is no life better than the one we have or the one we long for. Sure it is hard, sure we suffer, sure we know there are tradeoffs, but its worth it right? Right? Its totally worth it…it has to be. Right?

A Relaxing Way to Die

A Relaxing Way to Die

To celebrate Eric’s birthday I booked us massages and hot cedar baths at a spa in Sebastopol. We arrived, and just stepping foot in the door made me feel at ease — there was soothing music playing, a lovely koi pond, and the smell of lavender hung in the air. Baths were our first adventure, and we were shown into a large room with 2 tubs filled with brownish mulch — cedar from japan. We both slipped our clothes off and climbed into our tubs, super hot, but definitely relaxing.  Forty five minutes later our attendant came in with water and robes and escorted us to the shower room so we could clean the mud off before our massage.
As I was rinsing off, I looked over and saw Eric, slumped on a bench, eyes rolling back in his head. I ran over and he was unresponsive, he was just twitching. I screamed for help, as I ran to grab water and splash it on his head. Water did the trick and he began to blink and come to, apparently he had simply fainted from the heat. The staff at the spa assured me Eric was going to be fine, that this sort of thing happened “all the time.” But seeing my typically hail and hearty husband looking like he was dying had left me deeply shaken; I felt so frightened, helpless with him slumped there. In that moment, all I wanted in the world was for Eric to be ok.
We opted to skip massages and left to find a bite to eat. Slowly Eric started to feel more energetic. Slowly that fog of fear began to lift from my heart.  We walked around the little town, in and out of stores, filled with stuff that didn’t interest me at all: Amongst the trinkets and bobbles I realized there is simply no object that I can buy  that will give me what I am  desperate for — a way to keep my beloved safe.
As my terror began to subside a little further, I couldn’t help reflect more on what had happened: Someplace so beautiful, so relaxing — all it took was a little music and aromatherapy to make me feel comfortable, safe. But I wasn’t safe at all, (from my perspective) Eric almost died.  I am so easily lulled by my interpretations of rupa. But the truth is, horrors and death exist alongside comfort and beauty in this world. Eric can die anytime and anywhere.
More Alike Than Different

More Alike Than Different

I walked into Starbucks today and there was a homeless man making a mess at his table near the door, I felt myself move to give him wide berth, going to stand as far from his table as I possibly could while still holding my place in line. The truth is, the man, his rupa (physical form), disgusted me — the smell of filth mixed with urine, the look of his matted hair and scabby skin, his behavior of strewing the table and floor with torn sugar packages, crumpled newspaper, making no effort to keep his surroundings in the restaurant clean.

As I try to place physical distance between that man and myself, I realize I was trying to place emotional distance between the two of us as well.  I so desperately need to believe that that man –with his filth, poverty, inconsiderate behavior — that is not me, that is something deeply ‘other’ to what I am. But, the more I consider it, the more undeniable it is that in many ways, that man and I are more alike than different.

Fundamentally, it is that man’s rupa that sets me off, that jolts my deep sense of unease, that my heart uses to ‘prove’ our deep difference. But isn’t that all surface rupa I am fixating on? More fundamentally, don’t he and I share the same genesis and the same disintegration of our rupa:  We are, after all, both formed from the union of sperm and egg, both gestated in in the wombs of our mothers, born to spend some finite period of time in this world before both our bodies disintegrate back into the very same dust of the earth.

After he and I are both  dead and gone, will someone be able to pick up a fragment of bone or a spec of dust that was former flesh and be able to say, “oh this one was that Alana chick, but that little scrap nail or hair over there, that one was the homeless dude from Starbucks.” Of course not, because that man and I have fundamentally the same rupa, the same organs, hair, eyes, skin, arms, legs and head; our bodies –and the composites upon which they are built — are basically the same. His body wears down, I look down at a busted thumb joint, feel the dull ache of a nerve issue in my arms, hear the creaking in my hip, and I can tell you my body is wearing down too. He is dirty, but I am just a few showers away from being exactly as dirty as he is. I am in line at Starbucks –why? Because I need food and drink to live, same as he does, sipping on his beverage. He closes his eyes and sleeps at regular intervals, I am freshly awake from my own last sleep.

In my mind I focus on our differences specifically so I don’t need to grapple with our sameness, a sameness that scares me.  I don’t want to feel the same as someone I see as dirty and disgusting and, frankly, a failure at life in our society. I don’t want to contemplate on how my body can reach the same state, or my life could take a similar turn. So I focus on the superficial physical difference that I use to gauge his ‘fundamental constitutional difference’ (ie. the personality traits and tendencies that made him homeless in the first place).

But isn’t this mental exercise of mine –to seek difference in the face of overwhelming, albeit uncomfortable, sameness — is about as meaningful as fixating on the subtle differences in the shape of each snowflake and ignoring the fact it is all snow: Derived from water when it reaches conditions below 32 Degrees and subject to melting back into water when it reaches temps above 32 degrees. No one shoveling the driveway gives a damn about which flake is pointy and which flake is round-tipped, they are just happy salt seems to help with them all.

Really we are the same. Physically we are indubitably more alike than different. And one thing my practice has really started showing me is that what can be seen in the physical world is often mirrored in the intangible one. After all, impermanence rules it all. My luck, my fortunes, my safety net, my behaviors, all these things (denominated in rupa btw) can change. They will change. Shit, they already have changed — most recently, my move to NY making me feel low, loosing the status, identity and social circle that kept me feeling happy and safe in SF. If I can loose, be brought low, why do I assume I am safe from going lower? If an Alana can go from an SF high to a NY lower why should I believe my self exempt from a homeless lower still?

In a world of inseparable pairs — where wealth and poverty, status and infamy — come together, cycling through states of both is inevitable.  My life hinges on the 8 worldly conditions, just the same as that homeless man’s. I reap the fruits of my causes, just the same as that homeless man. Both of us subject to our ever-evolving-karma. The only difference between that man and I is it is his turn to be low and my turn to be high. Time will change that as it changes everything else, just as surly as snow starts to melt at 33 degrees.

 

On Being Prepared

On Being Prepared

While not exactly a continuation of the last blog, this one does take-up one of it’s themes — my need to be prepared. If you haven’t already done so, you may want to return to the story of my Epic Wardrobe Struggles and start there before reading the current blog.

On the tail end of my vacation, I started considering one of the key drivers behind my packing stresses — my need to feel like I am prepared. This is a core personality trait for me, an issue that I struggle with and see come up over and over in my life and practice. It dawned on me I might want to dig-up an ole’ dhamma tool — The Matrix — and see what happens if I apply it to being prepared/planning ahead and encountering good or bad outcome. I.E a matrix would be prepared = good outcome/ prepared = bad outcome/ not prepared = good outcome/ not prepared = bad outcome.
Note: I will not be drawing out the full matrix for this blog, but simply highlighting and listing evidence for the sides I struggle to believe. If you need a refresher on the whole matrix tool, please see this blog here.
I already believe no preparation =bad outcome and preparation = good outcome, so I won’t belabor these points. I have also spent lots of time considering how I can prepare and still get a bad outcome; for example I planned extensively for my trip to Africa and still got run down by a rhino. But I recognize my glaring weakness in view is that I simply can’t believe there are circumstances where no preparation can = good outcome.
In fact, not only do I discount evidence that buttresses this possibility, I get down right ticked off when I see it. For example, I had a friend who was super lax with her birth control and she never did get pregnant. It made me so angry –I felt like she ‘deserved’ to get pregnant because she didn’t take precautions to prevent it. In my world view preparation is key to success -always. Even if you prepare as much as you can and stuff turns out badly, at least you did your best. But if you don’t prepare well than you totally deserve to get screwed, that is an Alana rule of the world. This is the reason I shop for trips obsessively, or why Eric and I keep working and saving though we already have so much; planning may not equal a good outcome, but I can’t believe a good outcome happens without planning.
So, lets consider a bit of evidence to help fill-in this quadrant of the matrix: No Prep = Good Outcomes
  • When my old employee left my organization I got called to help again and ultimately took my job back. I had trained up this employee to replace me, I had planed she would stay, but precisely because things went differently than I had planed I was able to regain a position I enjoy.
  • When Eric and I started dating I had no plans for along-term relationship, I thought it would be a short summer affair. Turns out we have been happily married for over a decade
  • I had brought powder sunscreen on my trip to Africa and it was insufficient, I was burning everyday. Out of nowhere another couple, on their last day of vacation, gave me their high SPF cream and I was able to avoid getting badly burnt.
  • My stepdad had no plans for a check-up, but after an accident he had an MRI and it caught lung cancer at an early, operative, stage.
 Ugh, I can list these till the cows come home, but the more I think, the more I realize I have 2 big issues:
1) I need way more evidence that not prepared/not doing the steps I think are right to get what I want can in fact equal a good outcome.
2) That doing being prepared/taking the steps I think are right to get to what I want can in fact sometimes equal a bad outcome. i.e. preparation isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, like everything it has 2 sides –there is a risk.
I can’t let go of hope, I can’t let go of my ‘protective actions’, till I see for sure that sometimes not having/doing them leads to a better outcome than if I had. Or, scarier still, that I can get a negative outcome precisely as a result of the steps I took to get what I want (like buying a house in NY to prepare for a new exciting NY life, and then having a piece of property I hated and  couldn’t get rid of). But it happens, I just need more evidence …
Zooming Out: A recent (Sept 2021) perspective on this topic: 
A few weeks ago, years after this original contemplation, I was talking to Eric about him quitting his job. He hates it, they are abusive, but one of the reasons he stays is to make sure he has enough money to maintain a lifestyle that is desirable for me. I told him I appreciate it, but that I don’t want to be a spur in his side –kicking him to further endure a job he hates –just so I have a bit more financial security in my life. It isn’t worth it to me to have the consequences of that, especially when we don’t know the future, we may already have more than we ever get to spend.
Eric thanked me for the sentiment, and then said something that really struck me. He said, ” it is easy for you to give up the money at the point of acquisition, but not at the point of spend. I believe that you already know that there may never be circumstances that we need more than what we have. What I worry about is if we encounter circumstances where we don’t have what you would need to feel safe and comfortable, then how will you react?” In other words, it is fine for you to admit you may prepare and then have stuff turn out different than you prepared for, but if you didn’t prepare at all and you encounter situations you feel you would have been ok in had you just prepared, you are going to be all sorts of shook-up Alana.
This really got me to start thinking more on this topic of being prepared. The problem is, I am always zoomed-in. I worry about having enough resources to take one problem at a time; enough money to weather a pandemic, enough nutrition and medical care and strength of body to weather an illness. I worry about each moments’ arrangement being comfortable and satisfactory. I realized that in each individual circumstance, there is usually something I can bring to the table that would help make me prepared, that could influence an outcome to be as I want it to be. Maybe it is money, skill, influence, knowledge, strength, relationships; each circumstance is different, but there is always some mix I believe that, if I only had, I could effectuate the outcome I want.
When a circumstance fails to yield the outcome I desire, I study it, try and determine what I need more of,  so that next time the exact same circumstances arise (which is always a myth because the exact same NEVER arises) I am prepared. Lifetimes of mine have been spent in this process –failing, gathering and preparing in the hopes of succeeding next time. Or succeeding and gathering even more of what I think made me successful so that next time I persevere yet again.  When you look at the world as a case-by-case set of circumstances, this approach sorta works.  I mean it is long, laborious, fraught with work and peril, but it does workish: After all, each effect arises based on causes and we can be a factor that influences the causes that bring about certain effects.
 But the truth is I can’t have enough forever. Resources diminish, situations change, and what works for one fails in the next.  What is more is that if I zoom out it is clear that if I get past one obstruction I will just meet the next.  Like a video game, if I finally get enough skill, life points, strength and tools, to get past that baddie I have been stuck on for weeks, I just have to face a new badder-baddie right afterwards. Only unlike a video game, real life goes on forever…
Zoom out and I can see birth, age, sickness and death are the mile markers of this life, with suffering all on the road. I myopically fixated on minute-by-minute ‘preparation and outcomes’ and loose sight of the bigger truth. And so on and on and on I play, worrying about tackling obstacles instead of admitting there is no winning and I am better off trying to exit the game.
Epic Wardrobe Struggles

Epic Wardrobe Struggles

Counting down days to an upcoming vacation to Seattle and Napa, and suddenly I start wondering to myself,  “what the hell am I going to wear on this trip?”  I would rather wear pants than skirts, in case we are hiking a lot, but then I feel like I don’t have a jacket to match most of my pants. Plus, what if we want to go to a fancy meal –I will probably need at least one skirt.  Should I bring my favorite jacket…I want to pack light, maybe it is too heavy? If I bring a mix of pants and skirts can I get by with just one hat, or will it look too fancy with the pants and too casual with the skirts? Suddenly, what should be a relaxing vacation has me all stressed out, and I haven’t even left home yet.

Fretting I just don’t have the right stuff, I start trolling the web, looking for new travel clothes. Frankly, I feel bullied: Bullied by my body demanding that I accessorize and beautify it, that I hide the ugly parts. Bullied by the clothes I already have, demanding that I find things to match them.  Bullied by the future clothes that will force me to find storage for them in my already over-stuffed closet, that will need care and cleaning and folding. Bullied by outfits that will rip and stain and tear and make me sad to loose them, or that I will  grow out of and it will sit in my closet mocking me, reminding  me that I have gotten too fat or old to wear it.  My fingers clack at the keyboard extra hard –with the force of frustration and stress — still down, down, down, I scroll through Ebay’s fashion pages. If I am being honest, being bullied, “forced” to search onward by nothing other than myself.

Why do all this if it makes me feel so terrible? Because I need to be prepared of course! I need the right outfit to look chic on every occasion, the right jacket to keep me warm, the right clothes to convey professional but playful and elegant all at once, to announce my status and wealth, to augment my beauty and cover my flaws, to make friends and influence people and to be sure I fit-in. My wardrobe is just a tool box, filled with tools, to make me the on-top-in-control-buttoned-up-bad-ass-chick I know I am.

The problem: Can I possibly own everything I need to look chic on all occasions? To be warm/cool on every occasion? To fit-in and project the image I want to project on every occasion?  Wouldn’t I need an infinite amount of stuff? Can clothes really prepare me, can anything prepare me? Can an impermanent object, existing in an impermanent world, really be a fit-all-tool? I am literally chasing an impossibility.

“Fine” ignorant Alana concedes to wisdom Alana, before sneaking in a but, “but at least I can have what I need to be chic on these 2 occasions– a trip to Seattle and Napa.” Again though, can I really know for sure what the future of these places, in the limited window I am there, will be like? For all of my travels, how often have I brought too much stuff? How often was I missing just the thing I wanted? With countless past failures, why do I think I can be perfectly prepared this time? And is the right hat or jacket really going to be what guarantees my perfect preparation, even if  such a thing existed?

At the end of my frantic fashion scrolling I decided I couldn’t quite find the right stuff to buy. I figured I would just make due with what I already have in my overflowing wardrobe. But as I closed-up my laptop, frustrated both by not finding the “right thing”, and the mad-rush quest to find it in the first place, I couldn’t help but think about how painful it is to be lead around by my wrong view of what clothes are: By my delusion that they reify me, define and protect me, control how others see me.

The truth is, bad shit can befall me no matter what I wear; in fact, I have a high-heel induced toe injury that proves bad shit can happen because of what I wear. People can like or hate me no matter what I wear; in fact, jumping on the Z. Cavaricci  fashion trend to try and be cool in elementary school caused me to be bullied even worse than before I wore those horrid pants. Wearing white won’t make me saint like or enlightened, and keeping around a black jacket won’t make me emotionally ready to handle Eric’s funeral. All said, I can’t even remember a trip where what I wore was some huge issue, or where it made me happy, or satisfied or guaranteed either a good, or bad, time.

 

Chasing the Happiness Dragon

Chasing the Happiness Dragon

 A song came on in the radio today —Lean On Me— and I started feeling nostalgic, missing my old summer camp, where every year we ended the camp season singing that song around the campfire.  The irony of my missing camp is this: I went to the same summer camp for 8 years, for five of those eight years, I was miserable; I was so unpopular, the kids all made fun of me, I missed my folks, I hated a lot of the forced activities and the brutal summer heat.
When that song came on the radio my mind flashed to a particular memory, of  little Alana crying at the final camp bonfire of one of my first camp seasons, struggling to sob out the lyrics, “Lean on me, when your not strong,  I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on…” That was a particularly terrible year, the bullying was fierce, no one was a friend to me or wanted me to be a friend to them.  Still, I hear the song and I imagine, not what I actually experienced, but what I think  the camp ideal should be, what it looked like the popular kids had: A connection, a bond so strong that the friends made would always be there for you.
 The truth is, toward the end of my camp career, I managed to claw my way up to the top of the social ladder, I was a popular girl.  Even once I did have friends, the relationships faded within a few months of leaving camp, hardly the enduring bond I imagined. Still, as the radio plays, I feel nostalgia for mostly crappy days, and a few good ones, that left me with none of the meaningful relationships I crave.  So much of life is like this, I don’t miss or anticipate the actual thing, I miss or desire an imagined ideal. Which is all well and good — to crave idealized versions of stuff — except I keep on craving in the face of abundant, clear evidence that the ideal is total bull shit.
 Tomorrow, I have to head back to SF for work and the idea of  yet another, seemingly endless, plane ride is cringeworthy. In theory, I always wanted this kind of life: Flexible job, the chance to travel, the sexy-jet-set-bi-coastal-platinum-status bragging rights. But the reality is I am exhausted, I never feel settled, I miss Eric, I crave not-so-sexy routine, and I absolutely hate getting on planes. I got exactly what I wanted, but it isn’t quite as ideal as I had idealized. Still, I keep pushing, hoping that when this phase of life can be wound down, the next will be better. After all, maybe traveling all the time for work isn’t fun, but I am totally sure it will be when Eric and I get to backpack through our retirement…
If I really start taking tally, there are plenty of times –work, popularity at camp, my apartment in New York –where I got exactly what I wanted, and I was still unhappy. Dissatisfied. So, naturally, I tweak my expectations I either build a new imagined ideal, or I assume I had simply fallen short in my achievement of it, and keep trying. But here is the thing, even when I actually achieve my ideal and I find myself happy –when I became popular at camp, when I had a peak life in San Fran — it is only for a little while before I am unhappy again. There is no enduring satisfaction, in fact, I am starting to think the intersection between ideal and happy guarantees a bumpy road ahead.
There were a few years, in my 30s, when I was living in SF, that my life felt so on track. I felt like my dharma practice was cruising, like my body was fit and beautiful, like work was fulfilling, my relationship stable. I loved the road trips up the coast, my friends and the neighbors. I loved not just my life, but who I thought I was; mostly I was happy. But with a single move to NY all of that vanished like vapor, suddenly I was achingly depressed.
When I start flossing out what made me depressed, I see that my oh-so-happy-ideal-life in SF was at the center of my NY pain. I missed my old life. I missed my old stomping grounds, my old hood and old peeps. If I didn’t have such a deep sense of loss I know I wouldn’t have felt so depressed.  What is more is that all that old happiness made my my new life someplace different seem lackluster.  If I didn’t have SF standards I don’t think I would have hated NY quite so much. I achieved my city/life ideal and I was happy; losing it screwed me twice over. Or maybe it actually screwed me three times…
My imagined SF lured me back, I took a job across the country with nostalgia playing my heart strings. Now, commitments have been made, contracts signed, plane tickets reserved, and I have a six hour flight ahead to consider the perils of chasing the happiness dragon.
A Painful Beauty

A Painful Beauty

Lately I have been contemplating on beauty. It is a quality so dear to me, I dedicate so much of my time, my energy, my possessions in service of it. When I think of a moment I consider to be one of my ‘peak beauty moments’ — standing in front of the full length mirror, modeling my bright red wedding dress, my super-fit 20 something bod and flawless dewy skin — it seems all rainbows and candy canes, the joy and pride and elation of seeing beauty, ‘having’ beauty, being beautiful. Of course I celebrate it, cultivate it, desire it desperately. Why wouldn’t I?

But beauty’s shadow self is already upon me — I literally see it in my own reflection — it is the fact that beauty fades. My own beauty fades, and that loss stabs me in the heart each time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 

I was looking through a photo album the other day, I found a picture of my Mom back when Seth and I were kids,  she was so young and so pretty. Now, in a more recent picture she looks so old, wrinkled and saggy. It happened to her, and it is happening to me, RIGHT NOW. My skin around my eyes starting to get crepey, my boobs sagging, my cheeks looking sunken.

Even when I can manage a beauty moment, there is always backsliding. Even as I stood there, 30-something-fitter-than-most-20-somethings, dressed for Halloween as a perfect Wonder Woman, I was eyeing the pizza restaurant wondering when starvation would win over my willpower to be thin.  I just had fillers and I am already thinking of the next treatment, worried about the second to worst cosmetic problem, now that the first worst is ‘solved’. I diet, and am thin for a second, before I backtrack, never really going back to as thin as I was in my peak days. Always, there is someone more beautiful. In my peak days, there were my drop-dead gorgeous friends Erica and Jessica that could turn every eye in a room away from me. Now, in my 40s, there is almost everyone younger.

In my own, rather short lived beauty, there have been countless physically painful moments; literal poking, prodding, fillers and botox, laser treatments and hours at the gym, seeking to maintain or return beauty lost. There are all the emotional pains too; the horror of  finding my fist gray hair, looking in the mirror as I get a hair cut and trying to bear the sight of my sagging jowls, humiliation when I have a pimple or a cold sore at a big event. The planning for procedures, the fear I might get found out, or permanently scarred. How do I regularly ignore these pains? How do I ignore a lifetime of hurt to achieve something so so fleeting?

Eternal Pairs

Eternal Pairs

Pain/pleasure, censure/praise,  gain loss, fame/insignificance, as I was considering the polarity of the worldly conditions, it dawned on me that their pairings are inevitable; they will always come together, unbreakably linked for all time. The reason is simple — whatever has the ability to move in one direction has the ability to move in the other: If something can accumulate it can dissipate, if it can grow it can whither, the quality that allows for gain is the same quality that allows for loss. Everything is this way, it is baked into the fabric of this world.

I was looking at my favorite yellow purse, starting to fray a bit at the seams, and I realized I could consider the physical world in terms of pairings as well, in terms of coming together and moving apart. My purse is an aggregation of parts, a zipper, leather, strings, nylon, bottlecaps, by definition the fact that it had the ability to come together means it has the ability to come apart. That is the nature of all 4e objects. My body is the same way, a compilation of skin and sinew and organs and cells, they come together in a certain form, for a time, and then the parts disaggregate. Through this body I experience both pleasure and pain; the same mechanisms — the same neuropathways and brain functions, the ability of all those little neurons and signals to aggregate and disaggregate in particular ways — that allow for pleasure under one circumstance are the very mechanisms that facilitate pain in another.

My problem is that I want pleasure and not pain. I want a purse that is together not falling apart, I want a body whose aggregation is young and fit and healthy. I want beautiful not ugly.  But opposites are built into the nature of each up/down. States that I find preferable all depend on circumstances, and we live in a world where circumstances continuously change, so how could states not follow suite?

In one circumstance a purse or an Alana body are whole and in another they start coming apart.  That is normal.  Which makes me start wondering… maybe what is abnormal is me. More specifically, my expectation that stuff (both material and immaterial) that is part of an eternally bound pair, would only ever show the side of the pair that I prefer. Maybe my suffering isn’t really normal either: There is no particular value built into either side of a pair –heads or tails, a quarter is just a quarter — I only suffer if I am rooting for heads and tails come-up. In other words, I am the cause of my own suffering, I have normalized it, taken for granted that it is just a part of my life, but it doesn’t really have to be; if I can just abandon my preferences/desires that cause the suffering in the first place…man the Buddha was really on to something…

 

And It’s Still About Me and Me, Again…

And It’s Still About Me and Me, Again…

This blog is a direct continuation of the previous entry — Its about me and me. If you have not already done so, please go back and read that entry before you proceed here.


On the tail of realizing that my own standards/impossible desires –and my inability to uphold them — lay at the heart of my negative feelings about my Mom, I started considering a few other troubled relationships in my life to see if I could find the same pattern at work again. My mind immediately flashed back to my old mooching friends, Sandy and Blake (the blog is here), who never seemed to pay for anything when we spent time together.

Ultimately, out friendship ended because of money. We sold them a car, that we had a better offer on, but I wanted to be a “good friend” and sell to them for less because they were in financial straights. A few months later, they sold us a different car in return, but it needed work to be brought up to emissions standards. Technically, the car was illegal to sell in the state of California until the emissions work was done, but again, knowing they needed the money, we bought it from them on the promise that they would get the emissions work done quickly, at their own expense, and get us the working car we had paid for. But months went by and no car. They had brought it in to the mechanic, but the work never seemed done…finally I had enough — I felt like we had gone above and beyond to be good friends and they didn’t return the favor, they didn’t respect us at all. In the end we told them to keep the money and the car and we went our separate ways, the end of years of intensely close friendship.

Now, when I look back on this, I can’t help see the same pattern emerging as I saw with my mom: I wanted to be a good friend, I wanted to be giving and generous, I wanted to be patient and let what I saw as them using me roll off my back. That was an ideal, magnanimous friend in my mind, that is who I wanted to be. But, I couldn’t muster continual patients, my friends forced me past the edge of my generosity ‘comfort zone’. I stopped hanging out with them not just because I felt like they took advantage, but because they made me feel lesser –like a bad friend and an undesirable person. There was a feeling in my heart, each and every time they made me pay, of anger and discomfort because my selfish reflex didn’t jive with the compassionate, always giving, good friend Alana I wanted to see myself as.

What is more, I wanted my good friends to act in a certain way –namely I wanted them to do things I believe confirmed me, made me feel good and special and loved. The problem with all the mooching was I began to wonder if their friendship was validating my awesomeness or validating their want for money.

Obviously, there are a ton of wrong views in these thoughts: That good friends are by definition people who are generous and giving; or that the purpose of friends is to validate; or that Blake and Sandy’s behavior was mutually exclusive with respect; or that the reasons for the car not being done were about me, or them for that matter; that making us pay regularly was taking advantage and that the non-monetary things they contributed to our life had lesser value. I dealt with many of these, years ago, in the original blog (the blog is here). But the truth is, none of these views triggered powerful enough emotions that they would have led me to dissolve such a dear relationship on their on.

What triggered emotions strong enough to break up with Blake and Sandy was me and me: It was the fact that my emotional response, to their behavior, reminded me of the limits on my own self-imagined magnanimity.  It was always me, my views of right and wrong, my standards for good and bad friends, and my need for friendships to validate my view of myself…I am starting to suspect that, in fact, it is ALWAYS about me and me.

It’s About Me and Me

It’s About Me and Me

Today I was at Whole Foods and a call came over the loudspeaker, ” Can the owner of the silver BMW with plate number XYZ please come to the front”.  That was me, “that is my car” I said, as I rushed to the front desk. It turns out I had parked crooked over the line and the person in the space next to me couldn’t get out. I hadn’t realized I had done it, and I was already feeling bad and self conscious as I went outside to straighten the car, when a stranger in the parking lot mutters, “who the hell would park like that?”

I was so angry, I suddenly hated that stranger, even though I didn’t know her at all.  But in my mind, I was sorry, I didn’t park badly on purpose, it was an accident, so why the fuck is she being so mean and judgmental? As I fumed in my car, repeating the mantra, “I hate her, I hate her, I hate her”, it dawned on me,  I don’t really hate that woman at all. The person I am truly hating right now is me…

Alana is considerate and kind, those are traits I pride myself on. I think these are important qualities in a person, and in a community. In my mind, situations where people are considerate go smoothly and those where they don’t, well the threat of disorder and violence lurks beneath every honk and curse and broken social norm. I value living in orderly places; it is the reason I moved to uptight Greenwich from unruly NY, it makes me feel safe. But here I am breaking my own rules. Feeling upset when the place I normally appreciate for its citizens’ polite policing, is finding me to be the offender. I can’t just let go of my rules, I can’t admit that the fact that I can’t even keep them faithfully should call their absoluteness into value.  No! For me polite/considerate/compassionate is true and good (even though their upholding is making me feel pretty bad about myself right about now). So, instead of dealing with that whole kerfuffle of contradictions, I shortcut the cognitive dissonance I feel with a simple emotion — hate.

In a flash I project the hate outward, on the woman who wouldn’t give me a pass. Who judged without seeing my intentions, my usual polite nature. But it is my own value of this quality that makes me so upset at being judged lacking in it. It is really me, my failure, that I hate.

A few weeks ago I was at the Wat and LP Anan was playing a little instructive game with me. He opened up a website about ‘miss-matched’ couples and started sharing pics. One was of a super tall guy and a tiny woman, another an old guy and a young woman, another a fat woman and a skinny guy. He asked if I agreed with the website that these couples were, ‘mismatched’, if their being together bothered me in some way. I admitted they did and he asked why. I said the guy is too tall for that lady, the second dude too old for the woman, the third woman too fat for the skinny guy.   He called me out — he said that the problem wasn’t with the coulpes, the problem lies in my heart: The height difference in the first couple exceeded my threshold for height differences in a couple. The age difference in the second couple exceeded my threshold for an appropriate age difference in a couple; that the weight difference in the last couple exceeded my threshold of acceptable weight differences between a couple. In other words — my thoughts, my judgments, were not about the couple at all, they were about my standards and expectations. They were about me and me.

I had taken this lesson home and started contemplating on it when it hit me. My Mom and I have struggled with a hard relationship. But ever since a trip we took last summer together, I have been feeling like I hate her. I agreed to the trip because she wanted to travel so badly. She promised she would be ‘easy’, not make a big deal about her religious diet, that she would be so very grateful. On day 1 she was dragging me to restaurants I didn’t want to go to so she could get a kosher meal. A small misunderstanding about a rural stay, and her diet options in the town of 150, had her screaming at me for 45 minutes telling me what a bad person I am, how inconsiderate, etc. I broke. I yelled. I wanted to drop her on the side of the road and drive away. Instead, I calmed down on the outside, and seethed on the inside, through the rest of the trip. Them, I went home, with hate unlike any I have had before, in my heart.

Now, almost a year later, with LP’s lesson on the brain, the hate starts making more sense: I want so badly to be a good kid, to be a calm, patient, saint-like person. To be equanimous, like a good Buddhist. It’s the Alana that hugs homeless people, and frets so much about being a good Buddhist. My Mom, she pushed me too far to be that ideal Alana, she forces me to acknowledge that there is a threshold, after which I am not calm or patient or good, I am just fucking pissed.

My hate of my Mom is really just me hating someone that reminds me of my own failings, of failings of this world. I need the world to follow my rules and standards, only in this world of rules, and consideration, and goodness, and patients, can I possibly be safe. I can’t bear to see the bald truth, that my own inability to maintain these qualities means they aren’t really absolutes of this world at all. Nor is Alana identity, rife with wonderful qualities, an absolute. So, I just tune out the uncertainty and impermanence and fixate on nice, simple, hate.

But is it really fair to hate my Mom just because she reminds me that I come-up short in following the rules — that I made up in the first place — about how things and people should work ( even though they don’t actually always work that way)? This really has nothing to do with my Mom; this is about me and me.

All those couples LP showed me obviously don’t agree with my standards. My mom doesn’t think she is acting in a way that would drive me away, or she wouldn’t do it. The lady in the parking lot today was Greenwich-style-polite-policing in a way I usually do, I usually agree with, only this time I needed a pass. Clearly these standards of mine aren’t absolute truths of this world, because not everyone agrees with me. I am catching myself up in webs of me and me, worsening my entrapment and suffering with each surge of struggle and hate, while the world moves along, being what it actually is, unconcerned with me and my standards.

 

 

Maybe That’ll Honk Some Sense Into Me

Maybe That’ll Honk Some Sense Into Me

This morning I was walking down the street and suddenly my peaceful stroll was interrupted by a bevy of honking: A bus was stuck behind a tow truck that was blocking the road and the bus driver was relentlessly laying on the horn.  The thing was, the tow truck had no other place it could possibly go. In order to be able to tow the car that needed towing, to remove it from blocking another road, the tow truck simply had to block the bus. That was simply the laws of geometry. “Honk, honk, HOOOOONNNNKKKKKK!!!”
My blood started to boil: Why in the hell is this bus driver ruining my peace, my morning walk, my block? Does that bus driver really think honking is going to help? Seriously, if he just used his own two eyes to look out the window in front of him, it would be clear that the honking is useless, the tow truck has no where else to go. Asshole bus driver.
But then I had a second thought: Much like the asshole bus driver, I am constantly upset by, and acting-out about, situations that I can’t control. There was the time we took the wrong train in Japan and I was devastated by wasting so much vacation time, or the time I got so angry when the park I wanted to visit closed before it’s posted hours, there was my self loathing for ever agreeing to travel with a friend I had a strained relationship with (after we were already on the trip), or even right now, flipping-out over the honking symphony assaulting my ears.  In each case, the circumstances are already what they are . So why do I get upset? Why ‘mental honk’, when clearly my rage won’t change things?
The simple reason:  Just like the bus driver, I don’t see that things can’t actually be different than they are. That like the angles a tow truck can move in to tow a car are restrained by geometry, all effects are restrained by the causes and conditions that bring them about.  I got angry when the park had closed early, but there were reasons the city had to change the hours. I was upset with myself for agreeing to a trip with a friend I had a strained relationship with, but there were reasons I said yes in the first place. I imagine I can change those reasons, if not now, than at least ‘next time’. My problem is that I still think the circumstance could be different. That they should be different. That parks should keep their posted hours, and Alanas should know better than being suckered into a trip. So I get angry, because things aren’t how they ought to be,  not what I imagined or want them to be, or what I think I deserve them to be, or what I am used to them being, or what they were yesterday.
The foundation of the delusion is two fold: 1) I believe that the situation is all about me, instead of being about the arising of circumstances, at a particular point in time and in a particular way.  So I start feeling guilty/bad that I screwed up by going on the trip, or that the world screwed me by closing the park. 2) I don’t understand impermanence: That the way things were in the past doesn’t guarantee it will be that way in the future.  All my assumptions about travel, parks, trip with friends are founded on past experiences, and beliefs I have about how thing will and should be (i.e. what I have seen in the past triangulated into what I expect of the future). They are all, always, grounded in how things once were before. But now is different than before, or what I imagine it will be, and when it is too different, when it falls outside my acceptable range, I am devastated. I imagine I can change those reasons, if not now, than at least ‘next time’, which misses the fact that next time is a whole other, independent set of factors, at a new time, and by definition will have different outcome.
The thing is, I keep getting ticked-off at what is totally normal. Honking in a once silent street, normal. Parks closing early, normal. Sickness, aging, breaking, decay, suffering and death, normal, normal, normal. None of these things has anything to do with Alana’s definitions of ‘deserve’, or ‘right’, or should be. A chain of causes coalesced to make each current state. A state different than past states. In a world where what happens is normal, it is only Alana, not the world that gets upset. I cling so hard to what I believe is ‘right’ and ‘fair’, I make ever single external thing about me when it is not.
Obviously, I think my indignation is warranted. That my internal honking is a compass that points me in the right direction, it orients me as on the side of right in the world, it prevents me from being slighted, it lets me prepare better for next times, it will protect me, it will save me, make me exempt from bad stuff, give me control… The problem is, in reality, it does none of these things. Instead, it just makes me suffer. It feeds my own self-indulgence. Rather than face the truth : I can’t change the circumstances of the truck that are in my way, it gives me the illusion of control –at least I can get angry, I can honk, I can stoke my beliefs about what is right and fair and just in this world, even though ultimately those beliefs don’t change anything but my level of suffering.
Waste and Consequence

Waste and Consequence

I was at a coffee shop and they asked if I wanted my drink for here or to go. I thought for a second and figured I have the time to sit and sip, so I might as well take my drink for here and save the paper cup. The truth is, I have been thinking a lot about how much I waste lately; it’s kinda hard not to when every other story in the news is about how we humans are destroying our environment, changing the climate and dooming the planet.
I think about all the to go cups I take, the shopping bags, the times I print 2 copies of something when I could really get by with just 1, the uncessary car and plane trips.  Suddenly, I am sensitized, I see a glimmer of my culpability in waste and destruction of the environment. I see consequences. What amazes me the most is that before, I didn’t see. I would just use something, throw it away and think it was gone.
This morning I was reading the news and there was a story of a Canadian company that shipped it’s trash to the Philippines and just left it in massive containers on the dock. I was incredulous, so angry at the company, what the hell were they thinking? Like trash is just gone, stops being a problem, when it leaves Canadian shores. But actually I totally understand what they were thinking: It is the hidden thought buried in my brain every time I throw away my coffee cup —  “it’s done because it is not my problem anymore”.
For the last few weeks I have been doing a little exercise, collecting evidence of the times that I have been ridiculously self centered, when I have been totally blinded by the lie I tell myself that this world revolves around me. Here I have the biggest, ugliest, example yet — when it’s not my problem it is not a problem. But the thing is, there are still consequences. And even if the consequences don’t effect me now, it doesn’t mean it won’t be my problem in the future, i.e. climate change.
Being blind to consequences is a real issue for me. I feel like unless I have my hand on the stove and immediately get burned I somehow lose sight of the fact that consequences, i.e. causes and effect, are real. That My Friends is the reason my sun loving self recently had to get a painful skin cancer treatment. It is why I am struggling  on a diet now as a result of all those sweets I just couldn’t pass up before. It is why I keep saying yes to planning events for a troublsom work client and the night of each event keeps being a shit show I regret signing up for. Even though these examples are much more clearly “my problem” than say a tossed coffee cup, there is a common thread; the moment I sit down to eat cake I think only about today’s Alana, it is like tommorrow’s Alana’s problems are not my own. Or like somehow, I am a special fucking unicorn who will escape the consequences of my actions because, well, I’m so damn special. Or like maybe because impermanence is real, I can escape consequence. But the truth is impermanence only promises that I can’t be sure of what exact consequences will be, and when they will arise, not that there may not be any at all. Afterall, every cause has an effect.
This all brings me back to my trash because, for me, it so clearly illustrates the danger of being so self centered — I have literally been helping to destroy the planet, my home, with my own two hands. Sure I can say I didn’t know any better, I didn’t see, so I am not culpable. But the truth is climate change, global destruction, consequence in general, really isn’t about culpability, its not moralistic, it doesn’t hinge notions of ‘innocence’ and ‘guilt’, its just the effects that arise when the causes are ripe. And somehow, this example makes it so  so clear to me that the most destructive root cause in the world is ignorance. Because I see just a little of the world through my particular window, because I see the cup go in the trash and the trash emptied from my own bin, because I only see my today and not tomorrow, I just keep sowing the seeds for consequences that yeild big ole’ fields of suffering.
A long time ago I asked Mae Yo to tell me what the relationship between suffering and impermanence was. The truth is, I am still trying to process her answer*. But at least now I think I have one aspect of an answer of my own as well:
 Like everything else, karma, i.e. cause and effect, is subject to suffering and immpermance. Cause and effect is just the continual process of arising and ceasing (i.e. impermanence). Everything arises when the causes of its arising come together and everything ends when the causes of its cessation come together. I get a big ole dose of suffering every time I am oblivious to the workings of cause and effect, when I expect and desire it to go diffrently than it does. Each time I ignore the fat  ass that can come with too much cake and the skin cancer that can come with too much sun. Each time I let my self-centerdness lull me into the belief that I am special, that only ‘my problems’ matter, that this world is here for me to be everything I want and need it to be, I am sowing the seeds for a very rude awakening when duh — that isn’t actually how things turn out to be.
*Mae Yo’s answer: Suffering comes from something stopping…it’s anything that you need to tolerate. Impermanence is continuous movement, not stopping. Suffering is like you want it to stop but it moves. It’s putting a stick in the water and causing ripples.
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