
Anja's solar system birthday cake!
If you found yourself in paradise, it wouldn't be long before your mind would say "yes, but...." Ultimately, this is not about solving problems. It's about realizing that there are no problems. Only situations - to be dealt with now, or to be left alone and accepted as part of the "isness" of the present moment until they change or can be dealt with. Problems are mind-made and need time to survive. They cannot survive in the actuality of the Now.~Why make anything a problem? Isn't life challenging enough as it is? What do you need problems for? The mind unconsciously loves problems because they give you an identity of sorts. This is normal, and it is insane. "Problem" means that you are dwelling on a situation mentally without there being a true intention or possiblity of taking action now and that you are unconsciously making it a part of your sense of self. You become so overwhelmed by your life situation that you lose your sense of life, of Being. Or you are carrying in your mind the insane burden of a hundred things that you will or may have to do in the future instead of focusing your attention on the one thing that you can do now
I've been thinking about spiritualism a lot lately. I used to be a very deeply connected spiritual individual. I'm sure anyone who's known me in my past would be very surprised at how cynical I've become and how removed I am from any sense of connection to our universe. It saddens me and I feel a lose.
All of my life I have been a searcher, questing for deeper meaning. As a child growing up in an atheist family, I would tag along with friends to their churches on Sundays. I ate up religion classes in school, memorized scripture, and worked hard on my religion badge in Brownies! I read books on different forms of religion and was very enamored by the Jewish faith. I was a bit annoyed when as a teenager, an overzealous grandmother inundated me with Christian paraphernalia after witnessing me wearing a Star of David necklace. Yet, I still embraced God.
All that changed in my first year of university when I took an intro to Anthropology class. It seems that every culture past and present has a story. An explanation or series of rituals that explains their origins and connections to earth and others. So the question then became, if all cultures have a story then why should the Judo-Christian story be any different than all the rest? And it became apparent to me that there was no ONE true God. All beliefs and stories were all equally valid in their own contexts. I could no longer accept Genesis and the Bible as the unequivicol human story.
While I couldn't accept any one institutionalized system of beliefs, I was fascinated by all of them. For although I no longer believed in God, I still had faith. I still felt a deeper connection and meaning existed in life. As an artist, I recognized my place in my culture's "superstructure". I recognized that I was a medium of sorts and provided a bridge between the practical and ethereal. I always developed and maintained a very strong spiritual base. An awe, a wonder and profound respect for the universe.
I've continued to "search" throughout my life but now looking inward as opposed to outward towards institutions. While living in New York I spent a great deal of time studying Quantum Physics and Buddhist teachings. I became increasingly aware that they were infact describing the same universe, one from a physical/scientific perspective and one from a spiritual perspective. Both are straightforward and practical: nothing is fixed or permanent; actions have consequences; change is possible. Both recognize a "oneness" or fabric to the universe. We are all connected sharing not only physical but spiritual matter. For the first time in my life I found a sense of inner peace. I have value because I exist not because of what I do or contribute.
So here I am 10 years later living amongst atheists. Embarrassed by my "silliness" yet also annoyed by intolerance. I see it as a lack of imagination. I liken it to the book by Yann Martel, The Life of Pi. An incredible story of a shipwrecked boy sharing a life raft with a savage tiger as they cross the Pacific Ocean. The entire book is gripping. In disbelief you are compelled to turn page after page drawn ever increasingly into an implausible story until you are wrapped up and invested in this incredible journey. In the final chapter, an alternate more realistic story is offered up describing the same journey. At the end you are asked which did you prefer, the implausible embellished imaginative story or the factual practical version? Why of course it was the story of the tiger! "And so it goes with God" is how the book ends.
I choose the more embellished imaginative story for my life. I need more. I need to believe there is more to life than the practical and all that meets the eye. If not, I would have been dead at the age of 15. In my life, in my world there is wonder, there is ideology, there is awe and there is faith. While I can't embrace an anthropomorphized creator god, I still believe that all things are connected, all things happen for a reason and that over time those reasons are revealed to us. I've witnessed it time and time again in my own life.
I embrace all peoples' right to believe or disbelieve... I am not threatened by it and appreciate it as a colour in their person.