Everyone spoke very loudly at the same time. Some were beginning to shout and thump the table with their fists. There was a lot of anger and frustration on all the faces in the room. The door burst opened and the nurse came into the room, glaring. She didn’t say anything but her evil eye was enough to quieten every one down. Feelings of guilt and shame circled the room. Then she said,
“Mr. Narby, can I talk to you outside.” No ‘hello David’ or any other pleasantries. We went out to the common room, which was empty. If she was angry she was controlling it very well. She said,
“David, you have been using the therapy room for some weeks now, and up until today your ‘meetings’ have been very civil. Some of the doctors and nurses got concerned about what was going on in there today, what with all the shouting and banging.”
I started to explain what had been happening, but she interrupted me.
“We don’t care what you were talking about. Your Thursday visits have so far been very helpful to the patients. This is beginning to sound like a mad house. You need to get it under control.”
As she walked away I wondered if there was an implied threat. I took a few minutes to review what had happened in our session to cause such strong reactions. We had been talking about religion in general and the Catholic Church in particular. Someone had said that there was no scientific evidence for the existence of Jesus Christ. This had got Clivid all worked up and it had snowballed from there.
When I went back into the room everyone was quiet and a few were even sullen. I looked around and nobody was making eye contact. We were like a group of school children who’d been left alone for a few minutes and the teacher had come back and caught us misbehaving. I said,
“Let’s not start pointing fingers or trying to figure out who’s to blame. We need to come up with some system so this does not happen again.”
Will responded, “No, David, I think we better sort this out. That was quite a reaction you had to a simple statement. You are trying to sweep something under the carpet, something that I think you really need to look at. Explain to us what you think just happened.”
I very reluctantly agreed with Will, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to examine what had happened to get us all upset. I began to ask myself what had caused such an outburst. As I thought about it I realised that I could not recollect much of what had happened. I said,
“I remember Clivid staring fixedly into my eyes and I could feel him boring into my brain. He kept repeating ‘Jesus Saves’ over and over and this expression always annoys me because it is not true. And when I asked him to keep quiet he reacted and attacked me.”
Will said, “That’s not the way I seen it. Yes, I could see you were getting annoyed with Clivid, your face was getting redder and redder and your were clenching your fists tighter and tighter. Eventually, you screamed at him ‘Shut up you Irish Catholic bigot’ and that’s the toned down version without all the expletives. I asked you to relax and take it easy. That made you even madder and then you turned on all of us asking ‘who did we think we were,’ implying that you were somehow better than us. You also said that none of us were really in the position to talk as we were inmates here and you were the only one coming in on a voluntary basis.”
I was getting embarrassed and wondered if I had behaved like he said I had. I decided I’d better apologise so I went around the room and said I’m sorry to everyone and shook their hands. Some were a little reluctant to reciprocate but it did ease the tension somewhat.
Will said, “David, you have been going on like a College Professor, a bit condescending and patronising. You’ve set this room up like a classroom with you the teacher. We need to change that. We’ve all had valuable experiences throughout our lives, we need to pool our resources and share. Let’s rearrange the furniture and see how it goes.”
Under Will’s supervision we moved the chairs into a circle. A spherical light sat in the corner, and this we moved to the centre of the circle. The light was soft enough to be able to look at, and bright enough to make it difficult to constantly look at the person opposite. I was a little surprised at the circle layout, since the only time I had ever seen it used was at AA meetings. I asked Will and he replied,
“The circle is the universal symbol for people working together, as in a ‘circle of friends’. In a circle everyone is equal, there is no superior and inferior, and everyone has an equal contribution to make. The person opposite you acts like a mirror, reflecting back to you the things you really don’t want to see about yourself. And with the light in the centre we can all focus on the same thing.”
I said, “You have laid out twelve chairs, but there are only seven of us here, me, you, Clivid, Darukin and the three newcomers.”
Will said, “Well, let me introduce them to you. There’s Helen Hickey who we all call Hix; Smigs here who likes to think of himself as Professor Sigsmig, our expert on all things historical; and Charlie Casey, who believes himself to be the last in the line of Shamans of Ancient Mexico. And that leaves five free for those who are still to come.”
We all sat down, Clivid was sitting directly opposite from me, and if he was glaring at me I could not really see. Darukin said,
“When discs are arranged in a circle, it takes six to completely surround the seventh. When spheres are arranged around each other it takes twelve to completely surround the thirteenth. Take conception as an example. The current view is that all the sperm compete so that one can fertilise the ovum. This is not true. All the sperm cooperate to get to the egg. When they get there they all dance around it until the twelve that are identical in size to the nucleus of the egg are touching up against its membrane. Then the membrane breaks and the twelve sperm completely and perfectly surround and merge with the nucleus. This is why twelve is regarded as such an important number in all the thought systems of the world, twelve hours of the day, twelve months, twelve star signs, and the twelve gods of ancient Greece and Rome.”
Clivid said, “There is only One God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth.”
Will said, “Hold on Clivid, there are a few things we need to get straight before we get into this discussion. David, do you feel guilty?”
I said, “I’m feeling both guilty and ashamed, as well as very confused. If your version of what happened is true, I have no idea where that outburst came from. It’s like a totally different ‘me’ had taken over, one that I’m not too happy about.”
Will said, “When we look at, or think about, each other we think that we are singularities, one personality per person. However, we all have multiple personalities. Most of the time one holds sway, but occasionally, and usually under stress, another personality comes to the fore. Most people keep within the range of acceptable behaviour no matter what personality is in charge. When we constantly go outside the range and can’t control them we are given the label ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’. Your outburst, David, was the equivalent of a two or three year old’s temper tantrum, but with a lot more power and venom behind it.”
Will then produced a diagram to illustrate what he was talking about. He said,
“We have organised this room with twelve chairs with the light in the centre. This room then becomes a model for our minds. For simplicity’s sake I have shown only twelve personalities, each of us may have hundreds of them in our minds. Each of the coloured segments on the outside represent a personality. The dark region between the outer segments and the inner light represent the veil of darkness our belief in separation puts between our personalities and the all-knowing mind which is the light in the centre.”
Will had gone silent. I could see what he was getting at, even though I could not figure out how we switched from one personality to another, or how I could have gone from my normally controlled self to the raving, ranting tyrant that he claimed I had become for a while.
Clivid said, “John 14.2, My house has many mansions.”
Will said, “My mind has many personalities. Some psychologists believe that they develop very early in childhood. When things happen to us that we cannot understand, our mind splits and we store the experience in the split-off part. If the experience is traumatic enough we store it in a compartment that we lock away from the rest of our mind. In fairy tales, this is the monster that gets locked up in the dungeon.”
Hix interrupted, her voice harsh and beating out each syllable staccato, “This is a load of horse man-ure. I am not a mon-ster. I am not a mul-tip-el per-son-al-it-y.”
Will said, “If we keep using the same emotions to get our way, like Hix is using her anger, then a dominant personality develops. We then think of this dominator as our total and only self. You, David, have developed a ‘reasonable man’ approach while your other personalities have been locked away.”
I said, “So, looking at your diagram, which box is my ‘reasonable man’ personality and is the ‘raving ranting tyrant’ locked up in the black hole dungeon?”
Will replied very quietly, “No, David, the black hole is associated with chronic depression. Sufferers of chronic depression usually see themselves in almost total darkness, cut off from everyone and incapable of making contact with anyone else. As we look at the diagram, your reasonable man would be associated with the golden colour, centre left and the other with the maroon colour, bottom left.
What got Hix going earlier and helped trigger your outburst was your description of your experiences since you made your great escape. I see these as examples of getting into the light, in the centre, where everything becomes possible.”
Hix interrupted again, “You are trying to come up with an explanation for the impossible. No one can fly and nobody can change shape. As I said before, David is hallucinating and trying to convince us that his ‘trips’ were real. He was on magic mushrooms, smoking grass or something stronger.”
I could feel the hackles on the back of my neck beginning to rise. I closed my eyes and watched the screen. I calmed down and decided to ignore Hix, rather than trying to defend myself and my experiences.
Smigs said, “If I may interrupt with a question. What has all this to do with the delightful conversation we were having about the history of the church?”
Darukin replied, “I think I see what Will is doing. We had to come up with some mechanism to overcome our personality conflicts, and before we decide on anything, we need to have an understanding of why and how we get into them.”
Will said, “Looking at the diagram we see that the colours on the left have a darker hue than the ones on the right. The ones on the left have some black in them to represent fear and guilt. The personalities on the left suffer from fear, guilt and remorse, whereas the ones on the right have no such hang-ups. They are righteous, believing themselves to be absolutely right and so have tendencies to be dogmatic and autocratic. The white personality at the top is the opposite of the black. People with this personality have total belief in their thought system and have zero tolerance for any idea or anyone who is not in full agreement with them.
Remember that we all have many of these in our makeup, they are a life long habit we have reinforced over many years. It’s just that we are inclined to use one when calm and another one when stressed.”
I looked around at the others. Charlie was doodling in his notebook. Darukin had closed his eyes and looked like he had fallen asleep. Smigs was looking out the window. Hix was playing with her hair and Clivid was staring fixedly at Will. I seemed to be the only one paying attention, so I asked, “How do we switch from one personality to another?”
Will replied, “Our split-off personalities formed in the first three years of our life and are tied in with our basic ideas of right and wrong. Not right and wrong in a moralistic sense, but what was regarded as acceptable behaviour during those years. We developed a scale based on what our parents and minders thought of our behaviour. They reinforced this with smiles and hugs on the one hand and frowns and slaps on the other.”
Hix said, “Not everyone uses corporal punishment to control their children.”
Will said, “I know that, but the baby is absorbing everything, and knows nothing of the rights and wrongs of parenting. It learns by absorbing everything going on in it’s home. It has no ability to decide what it should take on board, it takes it all.
“By the time we are three years old we know what behaviours please and those that offend, what will be rewarded and what will be punished. As we develop further and move into the world we learn the socially acceptable behaviours. What we got away with at home, might not be acceptable in other people’s homes or in school. Moralistic values start to get attached as we learn right from wrong and good from evil. Most of this is still being absorbed.
“The crucial point comes when we are asked to review our behaviours and decide which were wrong, own up, and take our punishment, whether this punishment is mental, emotional or physical. We are also encouraged to judge other people’s behaviour, and this is one source of our switching triggers. But, the major source comes from our belief that we must attack and defend, defend what we believe to be right and attack what we believe to be wrong.”
Clivid said, “Your talking about confession and spiritual works of mercy.”
Will said, “Yes, from a Catholic viewpoint, but it is universal in all religions and in all societies. We all learn to watch ourselves and to watch others. We’ve all accepted the idea of crime and punishment or, as Clivid sees it, sin and damnation. More importantly, we all believe that we have a right to defend ourselves when someone attacks us, or our beliefs. Today, David came under attack, he seen Hix as attacking his ideas and experiences and Clivid as attacking his beliefs about acceptable social interaction. He defended himself by adopting ‘attack as the best means of defence’. He tried his best to keep himself under control, to remain ‘reasonable’. In the end, he lost control and we all know the consequences.”
Clivid and Hix reacted at the same time.
Clivid said, “I behaved the way I always behave. I was not attacking David.”
Hix said, “I was expressing my opinion, and I wasn’t attacking him either.”
Will said, “I said that David seen it as an attack, not that either of you attacked him.”
Hix said, “David, David, David, this is all about David, you’d think there was no one else but David in the room. I’m angry and I know why I’m angry. When my parents died my brother put me in here against my will. There’s nothing wrong with me, other than I’d have got in his way when it came to divvying up our inheritance.”
Will reacted, “I’ve talked to you about your situation, Hix, many times. No matter how often I’ve tried to get you to see that there is more to you being in here than what your brother did to you, you refuse to look at it. When I try to get you to talk about your parents’ death, you go quiet and ignore me. A few times, I’ve pushed you harder, and then you just withdraw completely.”
Hix had gone deadly pale. Her expression was almost catatonic. Will came over to me and whispered that Hix had found both her parents dead in circumstances that indicated a suicide pact. I was shocked. Everyone in the room was looking at Hix. She had gone totally into herself. We all remained silent for quite a while.
Will broke the silence with a nervous cough and said, “Earlier, David gave us a great example of a temper tantrum child acting as an angry parent, using rage to try to control us all. We need to understand this. We are all grown-up here, but we need to learn to look at childhood experiences from the child’s perspective rather than that of the parents’. Let’s look at an example:
“We come across some new wonder as we explore the great outdoors. We rush in the tell Mammy, but she is preoccupied and she does not pay much attention. She is ignoring us, so we go and sulk in the corner. Most times this has worked and she gives us a kiss and a hug, and then we feel great again. This time she totally ignores us. We are left alone in our sulk. We begin to wonder … what have I done, Mammy is different, I must have done something bad. We go over to her and hug her legs. If she relents and pampers us, all is fine. If she brushes us aside, we feel abandoned and go deeper into sulk. Eventually, if our tendency is to be a victim, we roll up in a ball and fall asleep. On the other hand, we decide that the only way to get attention is to throw a temper tantrum. We may not get kisses and hugs but we will get attention of some sort.”
Hix had recovered her normal demeanour and said sarcastically, “Its all Mammy’s fault. That’s right, go ahead and blame the women for everything.”
Will responded, “I’m not blaming anyone, it’s just that years of observation of parents and children by highly trained psychologists, has shown that most of our behaviour patterns are picked up from our mothers. And, our personalities are formed based on these learned behaviours.”
The noise level in the common room was increasing. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearly 3:15, time for the afternoon tea trolley. Everyone left to get tea or coffee and some biscuits. When they cam back they had another woman with them. Will said,
“David let me formally introduce you to this lady. This is Annorr Quist. Annorr, this is David Narby.”
Annorr sat down beside me and was looking at Will’s diagram as she said, “The personality thing again. Will and I have had quite a few conversations about this. Will’s explanation of the state of our minds and our personalities is a good description of where most of us are right now. And I like his explanation of how we switch from one personality to another. He does not go deep enough.”
Will said, “I have included the light in the centre based on your input, Annorr.”
Annorr continued, “Our personalities are based primarily on images and bodily sensation states. These are all illusions, pictures of ourselves that we take to be real, when really they have no foundation in reality at all. We look in the mirror and we believe the image we see is us. We get a pain somewhere and we believe we are suffering. We look at each other’s bodies and believe that is the other person.”
Hix interrupted, “Try explaining that to the victims of a bomb attack.”
Annorr replied, “Hix, you always take things to extremes. Try and keep this personal. Speak from your own experience.”
Hix said, “I don’t want to talk about my personal experiences.”
I asked, “How do we get rid of these personalities?”
Annorr continued, “We think that we have offended many people in our lives, and we are often offended. As Will’s diagram shows there is a light in the centre of our minds. When we focus on the trauma caused by offence, we are stuck in one or other of our personalities. If we focus on the light in our minds we can get peace and happiness. We need to forgive our enemies and our near and dear ones for what we believe they did to us.”
I said, “That’s easier said than done. There are an awful lot of people I’d have to forgive.”
Annorr said, “You don’t have to forgive them all. Pick one enemy and look at the image you have of them. Think about the wrongs they have done to you. Keep looking until you can see some light in them, even if it is only the tiniest spark. Now look at someone you love. Think about the wrongs they have done to you. Keep looking at them until you can see the light in them. Now allow the light that you see in both of them to shine back on you.”
I said, “And that’s all there is to it. I only have to forgive two people by seeing the light in them. I don’t have to go and prostrate myself before them and beg their forgiveness.”
Annorr said, “That’s all, and you don’t have to bow down to anyone. You don’t even have to be physically present with them, look at them in your mind. Really see these two people as radiant beings, and yourself as well, and then you will be able to see the light in everyone. We are dominated by the idea that to get rid of something we have to kill or destroy it completely. Because everything is an idea, nothing can be killed or destroyed. Because our personalities are based on the idea of separation, when we fully realise that all minds are joined by the light, our personalities just disappear. When we switch on the light in a darkened room, the darkness disappears. When we allow the light in our minds to shine brightly, the dark images we have of others disappears and our personalities along with them.”
Clivid said, “John 8:32 The truth shall set you free.”
Annorr said, “That is true, Clivid. We ask ourselves what is the truth. Being in the light is our only reality. Thinking we are personalities leads us into illusion. We are as God created us. We are the Holy Sons of God Himself, the Christ in all of us. All God’s gifts are in our minds, always have been and always will...”
At this Clivid interrupted, “Here she goes again, the blasphemous WITCH, claiming to be a Son of God. God will damn you, woman.”
At that Clivid stomped out of the room. I commented,
“Well, at least he spoke in sentences, rather than in his usual biblical sound-bytes.”
Charlie said, “Everyone is full of their own self-importance today, it must be the full moon. We take ourselves too seriously. We are so important in our own minds that we feel justified at being annoyed with everything. As long as we feel that we are the most important thing in the world we cannot really appreciate the world around us. We are like blinkered horses; all we see is ourselves apart from everything else.
“A light and amenable disposition is needed. We get scared and quit because we feel too damn important. Feeling important makes us heavy, clumsy and vain. We need to be light and fluid. Certain things in our lives matter to us because we think they’re important to us. When we overcome this self-importance not a single thing is important any longer, neither our own acts nor the acts of any of our fellow men.
“We go on living because we have a will. Because we have tempered our will throughout our lives until it is neat and wholesome and now it doesn’t matter to us that nothing matters. Our will controls the folly of our lives. We believe that our acts, as well as the acts of our fellow men in general, appear to be important to us because we have learned to think they are important. We learn to think about everything and then we train our eyes to look as we think about the things we look at. We look at ourselves already thinking that we are important. And, therefore, we’ve got to feel important. But then when a man learns to “see”, he realises that he can no longer think about the things he looks at, and if he cannot think about what he looks at everything becomes unimportant.”
Some of us were scratching our heads trying to figure out what Charlie had just said. I asked,
“If nothing is important, then why do we bother doing anything?”
Charlie said, “We do things because we love to do them, not because we are trying to please anyone. The idea that nothing is important is intended to help us lose our self-importance about what happens to us or about what we do. When we think we are doing something because it's important we may be looking for fame, fortune and VIP status. This then implies that we have to please someone or many someones. The key is that we are not after self-importance or public recognition, we are enjoying our creative expression through being ourselves.
It was getting on in the afternoon and coming up to supper time. Will said,
“I think we better leave it there for this afternoon.”
They all got up, said their goodbyes and left the room. I was sitting on my own. Somewhere in the background I could hear Dire Straits’ Brothers in Arms. I was annoyed with myself, I was feeling frustrated, and I was beginning to get sad. I had been behaving like a WASP, a Wilful Arrogant Selfish Prick, as the lads here interpreted it rather than its usual connotation. This brought a smile to my face that did not last for long. I was getting sadder. Tears began to stream down my face. I felt someone gently lay their hands on my shoulders, and whisper in my ear to close my eyes, and let the tears flow. I could feel waves of pulsating heat coming from his hands, and all the tension in my body was easing. Again, he spoke in my ear,
“I am always with you.”
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02 March 2011
23 December 2010
David Narby - Chapter 4 - The Crazy Cabal
I was beginning to settle down in Usu Ilimmu and had started exploring Ryarkanaglish. Even though my utility room was fully equipped with all mod-cons I was reluctant to start using them. While rambling in the village I had noticed a dingy alleyway and found a laundromat about half way down. It was called ‘Sunshine’s’, and I had started doing my laundry there. On my second visit the owner introduced himself as Shaymaas Sunshine. He was a small man with a pot belly who liked to go around with his shirt half open. I supposed that this was because of the heat. We exchanged some pleasantries about the weather and then he started talking about the Church.
“We are here to experience pain and suffering.” He said, “If we live good lives, according to the rules of the Church, when we die we will go to Heaven. If we don’t live good lives, if we commit mortal sin and don’t go to confession, when we die we will be consigned to the everlasting flames, the eternal damnation of unending torture by the devils in Hell. Venial sins are not so bad, we’ll only end up in Purgatory for those. And, if we have committed serious mortal sins, a simple act of contrition on our deathbed would get us into Purgatory and avoid Hell. Should we be unfortunate enough to die in an accident or a tragedy, then a passing kind stranger could whisper the act of contrition in our ear and we might go straight to Heaven, or only have a brief stay in Purgatory. Supposedly, everyone locked up in Purgatory would be released on the last day, the Day of Judgment. But, we could still be sent to Hell forever, based on how we got on at this final judgment. We can never be sure."
“God is always watching us.” He continued, “And if God was busy, then Jesus Christ,” as he said this, he bowed his head and thumped his chest, “was watching. They do not watch over us, protecting us. They record all our misdemeanours in a big book. When we die and arrive at the gates of Heaven looking to get in, this book is taken out and reviewed.”
I had heard all this before and was beginning to wonder was Shaymaas a little bit crazy. So I played along with him and asked, “How did all this work before there were books? Why has God not developed the technology to be able to do holographic 3D display in fast forward with stop and rewind for the really terrible bits?”
Shaymaas replied, “It doesn't matter how God knows. He knows. I see a small boy, about eight years old. He dreads Confession. It’s a Saturday morning about ten o’clock and he’s hiding out in a shed behind his house, knowing that everyone would think that he has gone out to the church early. Sitting in the shed is turning out to be worse than he had expected. He’s thinking that whatever his sins were, not confessing them will have him wind up in Hell. And even if nobody finds out that he didn't go to confession, there would be questions about why he didn't go to Communion. Anyway, after agonising over his decision not to go, and plagued by his conscience, he bolts out of the shed and charges all the way to the church. He makes it in time, just as the priest is about to close up, confesses his sins and gets his penance, which he duly says on his way home. On reflection, he concludes that being the last was much better than being the first, but he never has the courage to pull that lark again.”
As Shaymaas continued, I wondered what any of this had to do with me.
“If the cap fits, wear it. You look like a man that has lots of time on his hands.”
I replied, “Yes, I’m semi-retired and don’t have much of a routine these days.”
He said, “There are some people in the local hospital that could use some help, just a friendly ear to listen to their stories and woes. Are you interested?”
I said, “I might be. Do I need any qualifications?”
Shaymaas replied with a smile on his face, “No, you don’t need any qualifications, and you won’t get paid. The work is totally voluntary. It’s in the Regional Hospital, near Cork City, ward GF. Just go into the hospital and introduce yourself to the staff. They are always delighted to see people who amuse the patients for a while.”
Shortly after this conversation with Shaymaas I went into the hospital and after wandering around its labyrinthine corridors for some time, I found GF. To my surprise it turned out to be the local acute psychiatric unit. I introduced myself to one of the staff and told her about meeting Shaymaas Sunshine.
She started giggling and said in a derogatory tone, “Oh, yer man, he’s always pulling stunts like that. He was probably fooling you and pretending to know things about you that he gets from his ‘spirits’. He should be in here. He’s crazier than most. But now that you’re here you can go and sit in the common room. Don’t push yourself on any of the patients, allow them to take the first step. They are usually quite curious about new attractions.”
As I went to the common room, I was thinking that now I’m an ‘attraction’. What was I letting myself in for. I decided to give it a go. I was volunteering and I need never come back if I didn’t like it. The common room was a big open area divided into sections by armchairs. I chose an area with armchairs on three sides and sat on one facing the windows. It was very quiet, and might even have been peaceful, except for the screaming of a female patient in the distance. I closed my eyes and quietened my mind.
“Codish anam ditch” I heard someone very close to me say. I had no idea what he was saying.
“Codish anam ditch” I heard again and, opening my eyes, realised that the speaker was about a foot away staring down at me. I immediately stood up; talking to people at eye level had always been a standard interviewing technique. Before I could say anything, a man in the chair next to me said,
“Now Clivid don’t you realise that he doesn’t speak any Irish.” And turning to me he said,
“Don’t pay to much attention to Clivid, he’s our born-again bigot, even though he thinks of himself as a born-again Christian. He was asking you what your name is.”
“My name is David.” I replied, “I was talking to Shaymaas Sunshine in Ryarkanaglish and he suggested that I should come in here and talk to some of the patients.”
“And my name is Will, Will Helm. A good man, Shaymaas, one of our own. Most of the patients in here are short-term, only here to test their tolerance to their new medications. A few of us are here long-term, primarily because we are anarchists and don’t play the society game. We are seen by our family and ‘friends’ as troublesome and disruptive. We see ourselves as independent thinkers, but everyone else regards us as crazy. We don’t mind that, because from our perspective, the world is crazy, and being regarded as crazy by people who are really crazy makes us sane.”
I could follow his logic, and could see why most people would have difficulty with him. While Will had been speaking, Clivid had pulled up an armchair directly opposite, and kept repeating the Ten Commandments over and over.
Will said, “He’ll keep doing that until we engage in what has become known as our ‘New Arrivals Three Voice Initiation’. The fact that you sat here in the common room rather than in the visitor’s room means to Clivid that you are a new arrival. The best approach you can take is to sit still, listen and let me and Darukin over there handle the responses. Clivid calls out the commandment, Darukin reinterprets it and I give the underlying assumption on which the commandment is based”
At that, Will and Darukin pulled their armchairs in so close that our knees were nearly touching. The atmosphere was getting a little intense, and with the three of them boxing me in I would have had to jump over the armchair to get away from them. And then the three of them began to speak simultaneously. How I understood what they were saying I’ll never know.
Clivid began, “First Commandment: I am the Lord your God, and thou shalt not have strange gods before me.”
Darukin reinterpreted, “We are clearly mistaken if we think God needs our adoration or worship.”
Will said, “Separation is possible.”
Clivid said, “Second Commandment: Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord, thy God, in vain.”
Darukin responded, “What God is cannot be named. And since God could never be offended, we can call Him what we like.”
Will said, “Image, icon and language representations are real.”
Clivid said, “Third Commandment: Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath day.”
Darukin replied, “God is always with us. Remember that every moment of our lives.”
Will commented, “God is special.”
Clivid said, “Fourth Commandment: Honour thy father and thy mother.”
Darukin responded, “Learn from our parents and teachers, learn not to repeat their mistakes.”
Will said, “Authority is right.”
Clivid said, “Fifth Commandment: Thou shalt not kill.”
Darukin responded, “We kill only ourselves, in thought, word and deed. Give it up.”
Will said, “Only what believes itself separate can be harmed.”
Clivid said, “Sixth Commandment: Thou shalt not commit adultery.”
Darukin responded, “We are all the Sons of God, in whom He is well pleased.”
Will said, “Separate bodies can.”
Clivid said, “Seventh Commandment: Thou shalt not steal.”
Darukin responded, “Nothing of God’s can be stolen. It can only be shared.”
Will said, “Anything can be taken from you.”
Clivid said, “Eight Commandment: Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.”
Darukin responded, “We may choose to deny the lies or the truth.”
Will said, “Words have power.”
Clivid said, “Ninth Commandment: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife.”
Darukin responded, “Let her freely choose who she wants to be with.”
Will said, “Another human being can be possessed.”
Clivid said, “Tenth Commandment: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbours’ goods. “
Darukin responded, “We have been granted access to everything that matters.”
Will said, “More and more can make you happy.”
The three of them looked at each other in sheer amazement. Will said,
“You’re a sound man, David. That’s the first time we have ever made it to the end. Every time we have done it before, the receiver has either shouted at us to stop, run away, or Clivid picked up on their inner turmoil and started ranting and raving at them.”
I said, “But, I’m not a patient.”
Will replied, “I know, but we have done it for some members of staff and their reaction has been the same as the patients’. The idea of three voices talking at the same time is to be confusing. The object of the exercise is to overload the brain with too much information and it either goes quiet or freaks. Congratulations, David, you remained calm.”
The common room was beginning to fill up. I saw the nurse coming towards us. She said,
“It’s coming up to tea-time and I think you better leave.”
I turned around to say goodbye. Will, Clivid and Darukin had gone to join the queue for tea so I just waved at them. As I left, the nurse came over to me and said,
“That went well. The lads seem to have taken to you. You’ll be more than welcome anytime you want to come. We like our routines here so if you could come at the same time each week we’d really appreciate it.”
I said, “OK, I’ll come in on Thursday afternoons.”
When I got home I went to my meditation room. This was a room at the front of the house that I had dedicated to peace and quiet. As part of my daily routine I had started doing a meditation first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I was feeling quite disturbed by my experience in GF and decided that some quiet time might calm me down. On the wall opposite the window, I had hung a picture of Jesus Christ, the one developed by a scientist at NASA that had caused all the controversy. I sat down in front of it and started looking at it.
It was getting dark outside, and as the light faded I had to concentrate to see the picture. As I watched, the image in the picture began to change, different faces began to appear. Some were women, some were men, some had beards or moustaches, some were clean shaven. The images kept flipping from one face to another. After a while the images disappeared and all I could see was a misty blue haze. I panicked a little, blinked a few times and the image of Jesus Christ was restored. I kept watching. The same thing happened again, except that this time the images were going from left to right whereas the first time they had been going from right to left.
As the evening got darker I could not make out the image at all. I closed my eyes and began to wonder what was the matter with me. Could going to GF have unhinged me slightly? As I sat there, my mind became calmer and calmer. After a while I began to sense a presence in the room. I opened my eyes and turned around. Mi-Li-Sam was there. I nearly jumped out of my skin. My heart must have raced up over two hundred beats per minute. Of course, I was delighted to see them, but I had got quite a shock. As they just sat there and looked at me peacefully I calmed down again.
They said, “We sensed your turmoil, David, and felt that you might need some reassuring.”
I said, “That’s true, all the people I’m meeting talk only about the church. As a result of my visit to GF today, I thought I was going crazy”
They replied, “What they are trying to do is to introduce you to the basis of your thinking and to how ideas develop, mature, get used and abused. In the beginning, there is an idea, pure and simple. The idea enters into our minds where it germinates, gets formed with other thoughts and coloured by the individuality of the thinkers. These thought-forms are passed on to other thinkers with a more concrete outlook who grasp the main outline of the idea. They crystallise it and build it into a more definite shape which is more easily understood by the general public. The idea may then get an emotional appeal and becomes public opinion. By this stage, the idea has been stepped down, has lost much of its original beauty, and is not so pure and as lovely as when it was first conceived. It may have become distorted, but it is in public use and may still be used to convey a sense of the original”
They continued, “Let’s use ‘mind’ as an example. Mind is a word that refers to that which contains ideas. But mind is also an idea. So we have a paradox. That is only because we think that everything must have a platform to support it. Take computer technology as an example - there is hardware and software. The software needs the hardware to execute its instructions. The hardware is just a useless heap of materials without the software, and the software is just a long string of code unless it has something to run it.
“Likewise, we think that we need a brain as a platform for our ideas. Without a brain in a body, thinking is impossible. This is not true. There are only ideas, and for the sake of convenience we refer to the totality of all ideas as mind. So, in that sense, we can say that mind contains ideas, but not in the sense that a bucket holds water.”
This all made sense, but I was wondering what it had to do with my recent experiences.
Mi-Li-Sam continued, “Let’s look at your experience with the picture just now. When you first looked at the picture you saw a definite image. As the light level went down your mind began to sort through your stored memories and project them onto the space where the picture was. You went through your image gallery twice and each time at the end you saw a blue haze. This blue haze is the primordial energy of the universe and is the first manifestation of pure thought. It is in everything and everything is made of it. It has congealed, coalesced and concretised into everything that we think we now see in the universe. However, it is still there, and we can experience it in everything, just like you did with the picture.”
I asked, “And what about my experience today in GF, even though Clivid, Darukin, and Will were all talking at exactly the same time I heard them as three separate voices talking in sequence?”
They replied, “Your mind made three partitions and stored each of the conversations in separate locations and then played them back to you in sequence.”
And then the three of them burst out laughing. I couldn't see what they found so funny.
They said, “David, you always want to know how things happen. You’re getting completely caught up in the mechanism of how you heard and you’re paying no attention to what you heard. We’re laughing because you are inclined to believe everything that we tell you, whereas you are skeptical about what everyone else tells you. Always be on your guard, use your discernment no matter who’s talking to you.”
I said, “You mean that your explanations about partitions is not true.”
They said, “No, they’re true is some sense, but we want you to be a little bit wary of what you believe we’re saying. Your purpose is to clear your mind of the chaos of everyday life so you can achieve a greater state of peace and inner harmony. And you are getting on very well. The fact that you could sit through the initiation today means that you are getting in control of your thinking and are gaining a more peaceful perspective on life. Being in the moment, being present is the way to experience life. Try to understand that there is really no doctrine. Today, the Crazy Cabal gave you an example of an in-doctrinated view.”
They continued “Remember, everything is based on the mind, is led by the mind and fashioned by the mind. You have started doing meditation twice a day. Keep this up for a while, but remember that the purpose of meditating with a special set-up is that you learn how to do it. The real purpose of meditation is to live your life in a meditative state. Take many moments each day to enjoy the beauty of the view, whatever and wherever it may be, and rejoice in the relaxation it brings.
Our teaching is without scriptures, beyond words and letters, pointing to the mind-essence of man and seeing directly into our nature. There are no leaders, there are no followers, we are all experiencing this together, placing ourselves in a responsive relationship with the universe.”
I said, “I have a couple of questions. What is the essence of mind?”
Mi-Li-Sam replied, “The essence of mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is mere void. It has neither colour nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains. The essence of mind is in everything, everywhere.”
I asked, “What is a responsive relationship?”
They said, “When, in conversation, if you are always thinking of what to say next you are not being responsive. You are not listening! Listen when you are talking; hear the words you say. Listen when the other person is talking; hear the words they say.”
I said, “But, the universe does not talk to me!”
They said, “Are you listening?”
And we all laughed. I thought about what they were saying. All my recent experiences had been reasonably easy, without any coercion. This was in complete contrast to the stories I had heard about esoteric students and sorcerer’s apprentices.
I asked, “Why is so much compulsion, and even violence, used to help aspirants to attain peace and joy?”
Mi-Li-Sam replied, “Some masters regard this as necessary because the ego’s stranglehold on perception is so strong and students are so hell-bent on obeying their domineering thought system that any means can be used to break it. Achieving All One Mind is just a simple matter of letting go or undoing our delusional attachment, and allowing the Holy Spirit to be our guide rather than the ego. Even though many have achieved it through the self-denial of pain, suffering, and sacrifice it was never necessary. We need do nothing! Look at the lilies of the field…”
Having spent my life being busy, the idea of doing nothing was still hard to grasp. Mi-Li-Sam were quiet. I began to wonder about Shaymaas’s story of the little boy. So I asked them,
“Does the story Shaymaas Sunshine told about the little boy have anything to do with me?”
They replied, “Shaymaas is guided by ‘his spirits’ and allows them to speak through him. They are not always right about the detail, but the message they deliver is always accurate. So, David, do you think that the message has any relevance to you?”
I said, “Yes, I had been a very spirited youth. At some stage in my thirties, I realised that my spirit had been broken. I had bowed down to the establishment. I was conforming with resentment and bemoaning my fate. Fortunately, I realised that this approach would only lead to depression, so I started looking at life with a positive perspective and got really involved in my work.”
Mi-Li-Sam said, “The Zen Buddhists use stories to get their message across. Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around a bend they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross. “Come on, girl,” said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. “We monks don’t go near females,” he told Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
“I left the girl on the riverbank,” said Tanzan. “Are you still carrying her?”
I said, “I like that one. It reminds me of the crucifixion. The Jews, Romans, Essenes, or whoever it was, took Jesus off the cross nearly two thousand years ago. The Christians are still carrying him there.”
Mi-Li-Sam said, “David, what are you still carrying?"
I was perplexed at this question. Having given up my career and dropped all of my old routines I thought that I had left all of my baggage behind. I decided to be diplomatic and answered,
“Not much! I think I have left most of my baggage behind me.”
They said, “But you panicked a bit when you saw the blue mist, and you got very anxious when you felt our presence earlier. You are afraid of something, you are still carrying fear.”
I was getting ready to say that I was afraid of nothing, but they continued.
“David, don’t get defensive. You are still carrying a lot of fear based baggage. There is no problem with this, it’s a phase you’ll get through. No one can get rid of the baggage for you, you have to do it yourself. There is an exercise you can do every night before you fall asleep. It is based on the idea that sooner or later you will die, and like all great events in life, the more prepared you are for it, the better you get through it. As you fall asleep ‘watch the screen’ and try to catch yourself falling asleep.”
I said, “That sounds easy, I should have no bother doing that.”
Mi-Li-Sam said, “Now, David, we are going to leave you to yourself again. When you visit GF again talk to the Crazy Cabal about the bible, especially Genesis 1:27 and Luke 10:27. Now close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and after a few moments I felt their presence leave. I wondered would I ever get it right. I heard three voices speaking together but my mind converted it to,
“Rome was not built in a day.”
“There is no time and space in eternity.”
“Mind is eternal.”
And then I heard beautiful peals of laughter. I thought to myself that maybe Ruishk was right when he called Mi-Li-Sam the Three Witches.
“We are here to experience pain and suffering.” He said, “If we live good lives, according to the rules of the Church, when we die we will go to Heaven. If we don’t live good lives, if we commit mortal sin and don’t go to confession, when we die we will be consigned to the everlasting flames, the eternal damnation of unending torture by the devils in Hell. Venial sins are not so bad, we’ll only end up in Purgatory for those. And, if we have committed serious mortal sins, a simple act of contrition on our deathbed would get us into Purgatory and avoid Hell. Should we be unfortunate enough to die in an accident or a tragedy, then a passing kind stranger could whisper the act of contrition in our ear and we might go straight to Heaven, or only have a brief stay in Purgatory. Supposedly, everyone locked up in Purgatory would be released on the last day, the Day of Judgment. But, we could still be sent to Hell forever, based on how we got on at this final judgment. We can never be sure."
“God is always watching us.” He continued, “And if God was busy, then Jesus Christ,” as he said this, he bowed his head and thumped his chest, “was watching. They do not watch over us, protecting us. They record all our misdemeanours in a big book. When we die and arrive at the gates of Heaven looking to get in, this book is taken out and reviewed.”
I had heard all this before and was beginning to wonder was Shaymaas a little bit crazy. So I played along with him and asked, “How did all this work before there were books? Why has God not developed the technology to be able to do holographic 3D display in fast forward with stop and rewind for the really terrible bits?”
Shaymaas replied, “It doesn't matter how God knows. He knows. I see a small boy, about eight years old. He dreads Confession. It’s a Saturday morning about ten o’clock and he’s hiding out in a shed behind his house, knowing that everyone would think that he has gone out to the church early. Sitting in the shed is turning out to be worse than he had expected. He’s thinking that whatever his sins were, not confessing them will have him wind up in Hell. And even if nobody finds out that he didn't go to confession, there would be questions about why he didn't go to Communion. Anyway, after agonising over his decision not to go, and plagued by his conscience, he bolts out of the shed and charges all the way to the church. He makes it in time, just as the priest is about to close up, confesses his sins and gets his penance, which he duly says on his way home. On reflection, he concludes that being the last was much better than being the first, but he never has the courage to pull that lark again.”
As Shaymaas continued, I wondered what any of this had to do with me.
“If the cap fits, wear it. You look like a man that has lots of time on his hands.”
I replied, “Yes, I’m semi-retired and don’t have much of a routine these days.”
He said, “There are some people in the local hospital that could use some help, just a friendly ear to listen to their stories and woes. Are you interested?”
I said, “I might be. Do I need any qualifications?”
Shaymaas replied with a smile on his face, “No, you don’t need any qualifications, and you won’t get paid. The work is totally voluntary. It’s in the Regional Hospital, near Cork City, ward GF. Just go into the hospital and introduce yourself to the staff. They are always delighted to see people who amuse the patients for a while.”
Shortly after this conversation with Shaymaas I went into the hospital and after wandering around its labyrinthine corridors for some time, I found GF. To my surprise it turned out to be the local acute psychiatric unit. I introduced myself to one of the staff and told her about meeting Shaymaas Sunshine.
She started giggling and said in a derogatory tone, “Oh, yer man, he’s always pulling stunts like that. He was probably fooling you and pretending to know things about you that he gets from his ‘spirits’. He should be in here. He’s crazier than most. But now that you’re here you can go and sit in the common room. Don’t push yourself on any of the patients, allow them to take the first step. They are usually quite curious about new attractions.”
As I went to the common room, I was thinking that now I’m an ‘attraction’. What was I letting myself in for. I decided to give it a go. I was volunteering and I need never come back if I didn’t like it. The common room was a big open area divided into sections by armchairs. I chose an area with armchairs on three sides and sat on one facing the windows. It was very quiet, and might even have been peaceful, except for the screaming of a female patient in the distance. I closed my eyes and quietened my mind.
“Codish anam ditch” I heard someone very close to me say. I had no idea what he was saying.
“Codish anam ditch” I heard again and, opening my eyes, realised that the speaker was about a foot away staring down at me. I immediately stood up; talking to people at eye level had always been a standard interviewing technique. Before I could say anything, a man in the chair next to me said,
“Now Clivid don’t you realise that he doesn’t speak any Irish.” And turning to me he said,
“Don’t pay to much attention to Clivid, he’s our born-again bigot, even though he thinks of himself as a born-again Christian. He was asking you what your name is.”
“My name is David.” I replied, “I was talking to Shaymaas Sunshine in Ryarkanaglish and he suggested that I should come in here and talk to some of the patients.”
“And my name is Will, Will Helm. A good man, Shaymaas, one of our own. Most of the patients in here are short-term, only here to test their tolerance to their new medications. A few of us are here long-term, primarily because we are anarchists and don’t play the society game. We are seen by our family and ‘friends’ as troublesome and disruptive. We see ourselves as independent thinkers, but everyone else regards us as crazy. We don’t mind that, because from our perspective, the world is crazy, and being regarded as crazy by people who are really crazy makes us sane.”
I could follow his logic, and could see why most people would have difficulty with him. While Will had been speaking, Clivid had pulled up an armchair directly opposite, and kept repeating the Ten Commandments over and over.
Will said, “He’ll keep doing that until we engage in what has become known as our ‘New Arrivals Three Voice Initiation’. The fact that you sat here in the common room rather than in the visitor’s room means to Clivid that you are a new arrival. The best approach you can take is to sit still, listen and let me and Darukin over there handle the responses. Clivid calls out the commandment, Darukin reinterprets it and I give the underlying assumption on which the commandment is based”
At that, Will and Darukin pulled their armchairs in so close that our knees were nearly touching. The atmosphere was getting a little intense, and with the three of them boxing me in I would have had to jump over the armchair to get away from them. And then the three of them began to speak simultaneously. How I understood what they were saying I’ll never know.
Clivid began, “First Commandment: I am the Lord your God, and thou shalt not have strange gods before me.”
Darukin reinterpreted, “We are clearly mistaken if we think God needs our adoration or worship.”
Will said, “Separation is possible.”
Clivid said, “Second Commandment: Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord, thy God, in vain.”
Darukin responded, “What God is cannot be named. And since God could never be offended, we can call Him what we like.”
Will said, “Image, icon and language representations are real.”
Clivid said, “Third Commandment: Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath day.”
Darukin replied, “God is always with us. Remember that every moment of our lives.”
Will commented, “God is special.”
Clivid said, “Fourth Commandment: Honour thy father and thy mother.”
Darukin responded, “Learn from our parents and teachers, learn not to repeat their mistakes.”
Will said, “Authority is right.”
Clivid said, “Fifth Commandment: Thou shalt not kill.”
Darukin responded, “We kill only ourselves, in thought, word and deed. Give it up.”
Will said, “Only what believes itself separate can be harmed.”
Clivid said, “Sixth Commandment: Thou shalt not commit adultery.”
Darukin responded, “We are all the Sons of God, in whom He is well pleased.”
Will said, “Separate bodies can.”
Clivid said, “Seventh Commandment: Thou shalt not steal.”
Darukin responded, “Nothing of God’s can be stolen. It can only be shared.”
Will said, “Anything can be taken from you.”
Clivid said, “Eight Commandment: Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.”
Darukin responded, “We may choose to deny the lies or the truth.”
Will said, “Words have power.”
Clivid said, “Ninth Commandment: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife.”
Darukin responded, “Let her freely choose who she wants to be with.”
Will said, “Another human being can be possessed.”
Clivid said, “Tenth Commandment: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbours’ goods. “
Darukin responded, “We have been granted access to everything that matters.”
Will said, “More and more can make you happy.”
The three of them looked at each other in sheer amazement. Will said,
“You’re a sound man, David. That’s the first time we have ever made it to the end. Every time we have done it before, the receiver has either shouted at us to stop, run away, or Clivid picked up on their inner turmoil and started ranting and raving at them.”
I said, “But, I’m not a patient.”
Will replied, “I know, but we have done it for some members of staff and their reaction has been the same as the patients’. The idea of three voices talking at the same time is to be confusing. The object of the exercise is to overload the brain with too much information and it either goes quiet or freaks. Congratulations, David, you remained calm.”
The common room was beginning to fill up. I saw the nurse coming towards us. She said,
“It’s coming up to tea-time and I think you better leave.”
I turned around to say goodbye. Will, Clivid and Darukin had gone to join the queue for tea so I just waved at them. As I left, the nurse came over to me and said,
“That went well. The lads seem to have taken to you. You’ll be more than welcome anytime you want to come. We like our routines here so if you could come at the same time each week we’d really appreciate it.”
I said, “OK, I’ll come in on Thursday afternoons.”
When I got home I went to my meditation room. This was a room at the front of the house that I had dedicated to peace and quiet. As part of my daily routine I had started doing a meditation first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I was feeling quite disturbed by my experience in GF and decided that some quiet time might calm me down. On the wall opposite the window, I had hung a picture of Jesus Christ, the one developed by a scientist at NASA that had caused all the controversy. I sat down in front of it and started looking at it.
It was getting dark outside, and as the light faded I had to concentrate to see the picture. As I watched, the image in the picture began to change, different faces began to appear. Some were women, some were men, some had beards or moustaches, some were clean shaven. The images kept flipping from one face to another. After a while the images disappeared and all I could see was a misty blue haze. I panicked a little, blinked a few times and the image of Jesus Christ was restored. I kept watching. The same thing happened again, except that this time the images were going from left to right whereas the first time they had been going from right to left.
As the evening got darker I could not make out the image at all. I closed my eyes and began to wonder what was the matter with me. Could going to GF have unhinged me slightly? As I sat there, my mind became calmer and calmer. After a while I began to sense a presence in the room. I opened my eyes and turned around. Mi-Li-Sam was there. I nearly jumped out of my skin. My heart must have raced up over two hundred beats per minute. Of course, I was delighted to see them, but I had got quite a shock. As they just sat there and looked at me peacefully I calmed down again.
They said, “We sensed your turmoil, David, and felt that you might need some reassuring.”
I said, “That’s true, all the people I’m meeting talk only about the church. As a result of my visit to GF today, I thought I was going crazy”
They replied, “What they are trying to do is to introduce you to the basis of your thinking and to how ideas develop, mature, get used and abused. In the beginning, there is an idea, pure and simple. The idea enters into our minds where it germinates, gets formed with other thoughts and coloured by the individuality of the thinkers. These thought-forms are passed on to other thinkers with a more concrete outlook who grasp the main outline of the idea. They crystallise it and build it into a more definite shape which is more easily understood by the general public. The idea may then get an emotional appeal and becomes public opinion. By this stage, the idea has been stepped down, has lost much of its original beauty, and is not so pure and as lovely as when it was first conceived. It may have become distorted, but it is in public use and may still be used to convey a sense of the original”
They continued, “Let’s use ‘mind’ as an example. Mind is a word that refers to that which contains ideas. But mind is also an idea. So we have a paradox. That is only because we think that everything must have a platform to support it. Take computer technology as an example - there is hardware and software. The software needs the hardware to execute its instructions. The hardware is just a useless heap of materials without the software, and the software is just a long string of code unless it has something to run it.
“Likewise, we think that we need a brain as a platform for our ideas. Without a brain in a body, thinking is impossible. This is not true. There are only ideas, and for the sake of convenience we refer to the totality of all ideas as mind. So, in that sense, we can say that mind contains ideas, but not in the sense that a bucket holds water.”
This all made sense, but I was wondering what it had to do with my recent experiences.
Mi-Li-Sam continued, “Let’s look at your experience with the picture just now. When you first looked at the picture you saw a definite image. As the light level went down your mind began to sort through your stored memories and project them onto the space where the picture was. You went through your image gallery twice and each time at the end you saw a blue haze. This blue haze is the primordial energy of the universe and is the first manifestation of pure thought. It is in everything and everything is made of it. It has congealed, coalesced and concretised into everything that we think we now see in the universe. However, it is still there, and we can experience it in everything, just like you did with the picture.”
I asked, “And what about my experience today in GF, even though Clivid, Darukin, and Will were all talking at exactly the same time I heard them as three separate voices talking in sequence?”
They replied, “Your mind made three partitions and stored each of the conversations in separate locations and then played them back to you in sequence.”
And then the three of them burst out laughing. I couldn't see what they found so funny.
They said, “David, you always want to know how things happen. You’re getting completely caught up in the mechanism of how you heard and you’re paying no attention to what you heard. We’re laughing because you are inclined to believe everything that we tell you, whereas you are skeptical about what everyone else tells you. Always be on your guard, use your discernment no matter who’s talking to you.”
I said, “You mean that your explanations about partitions is not true.”
They said, “No, they’re true is some sense, but we want you to be a little bit wary of what you believe we’re saying. Your purpose is to clear your mind of the chaos of everyday life so you can achieve a greater state of peace and inner harmony. And you are getting on very well. The fact that you could sit through the initiation today means that you are getting in control of your thinking and are gaining a more peaceful perspective on life. Being in the moment, being present is the way to experience life. Try to understand that there is really no doctrine. Today, the Crazy Cabal gave you an example of an in-doctrinated view.”
They continued “Remember, everything is based on the mind, is led by the mind and fashioned by the mind. You have started doing meditation twice a day. Keep this up for a while, but remember that the purpose of meditating with a special set-up is that you learn how to do it. The real purpose of meditation is to live your life in a meditative state. Take many moments each day to enjoy the beauty of the view, whatever and wherever it may be, and rejoice in the relaxation it brings.
Our teaching is without scriptures, beyond words and letters, pointing to the mind-essence of man and seeing directly into our nature. There are no leaders, there are no followers, we are all experiencing this together, placing ourselves in a responsive relationship with the universe.”
I said, “I have a couple of questions. What is the essence of mind?”
Mi-Li-Sam replied, “The essence of mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is mere void. It has neither colour nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains. The essence of mind is in everything, everywhere.”
I asked, “What is a responsive relationship?”
They said, “When, in conversation, if you are always thinking of what to say next you are not being responsive. You are not listening! Listen when you are talking; hear the words you say. Listen when the other person is talking; hear the words they say.”
I said, “But, the universe does not talk to me!”
They said, “Are you listening?”
And we all laughed. I thought about what they were saying. All my recent experiences had been reasonably easy, without any coercion. This was in complete contrast to the stories I had heard about esoteric students and sorcerer’s apprentices.
I asked, “Why is so much compulsion, and even violence, used to help aspirants to attain peace and joy?”
Mi-Li-Sam replied, “Some masters regard this as necessary because the ego’s stranglehold on perception is so strong and students are so hell-bent on obeying their domineering thought system that any means can be used to break it. Achieving All One Mind is just a simple matter of letting go or undoing our delusional attachment, and allowing the Holy Spirit to be our guide rather than the ego. Even though many have achieved it through the self-denial of pain, suffering, and sacrifice it was never necessary. We need do nothing! Look at the lilies of the field…”
Having spent my life being busy, the idea of doing nothing was still hard to grasp. Mi-Li-Sam were quiet. I began to wonder about Shaymaas’s story of the little boy. So I asked them,
“Does the story Shaymaas Sunshine told about the little boy have anything to do with me?”
They replied, “Shaymaas is guided by ‘his spirits’ and allows them to speak through him. They are not always right about the detail, but the message they deliver is always accurate. So, David, do you think that the message has any relevance to you?”
I said, “Yes, I had been a very spirited youth. At some stage in my thirties, I realised that my spirit had been broken. I had bowed down to the establishment. I was conforming with resentment and bemoaning my fate. Fortunately, I realised that this approach would only lead to depression, so I started looking at life with a positive perspective and got really involved in my work.”
Mi-Li-Sam said, “The Zen Buddhists use stories to get their message across. Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around a bend they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross. “Come on, girl,” said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. “We monks don’t go near females,” he told Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
“I left the girl on the riverbank,” said Tanzan. “Are you still carrying her?”
I said, “I like that one. It reminds me of the crucifixion. The Jews, Romans, Essenes, or whoever it was, took Jesus off the cross nearly two thousand years ago. The Christians are still carrying him there.”
Mi-Li-Sam said, “David, what are you still carrying?"
I was perplexed at this question. Having given up my career and dropped all of my old routines I thought that I had left all of my baggage behind. I decided to be diplomatic and answered,
“Not much! I think I have left most of my baggage behind me.”
They said, “But you panicked a bit when you saw the blue mist, and you got very anxious when you felt our presence earlier. You are afraid of something, you are still carrying fear.”
I was getting ready to say that I was afraid of nothing, but they continued.
“David, don’t get defensive. You are still carrying a lot of fear based baggage. There is no problem with this, it’s a phase you’ll get through. No one can get rid of the baggage for you, you have to do it yourself. There is an exercise you can do every night before you fall asleep. It is based on the idea that sooner or later you will die, and like all great events in life, the more prepared you are for it, the better you get through it. As you fall asleep ‘watch the screen’ and try to catch yourself falling asleep.”
I said, “That sounds easy, I should have no bother doing that.”
Mi-Li-Sam said, “Now, David, we are going to leave you to yourself again. When you visit GF again talk to the Crazy Cabal about the bible, especially Genesis 1:27 and Luke 10:27. Now close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and after a few moments I felt their presence leave. I wondered would I ever get it right. I heard three voices speaking together but my mind converted it to,
“Rome was not built in a day.”
“There is no time and space in eternity.”
“Mind is eternal.”
And then I heard beautiful peals of laughter. I thought to myself that maybe Ruishk was right when he called Mi-Li-Sam the Three Witches.
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