The Polite Policeman
December, 2002. Sri Chinmoy is in New Zealand with an international group of his students. We had crossed the Cook Strait on the inter-islander ferry after a free public concert in the Wellington Town Hall on the previous evening. In Picton our group boarded several buses or caught rides in our small convoy of accompanying cars, then together we began the leisurely drive to Christchurch.
Such a beautiful afternoon, nature charming us with a fine performance. On our right the Kaikoura ranges snow mantled with a brilliant clarity, soared up into a clear summer sky. Beneath, dark folds of shadowed valleys tumbled down from overlapping skylines of ridges and summits that stepped away into distance. On our left the unusual turquoise green of the sea – kelp beds stretched and swayed, seals lounged on the shoreline's dark shelves of rock, fictitious sightings of breaching whales that had gullible noses pressed to the bus windows.
In this world of beauty our progress was slow and before long we were holding up other traffic, a long procession winding through the green hills. A policeman pulled over Sri Chinmoy's lead vehicle but he too was under the spell of this balmy summer afternoon and could not have been kinder. "How I wish everybody would drive at your speed!" he said. He was helpful and courteous and solicitous and the occupants of the van were charmed by how nice he was. The van driver had a small photo of Sri Chinmoy on the dashboard and the policeman was intrigued. "Is that the Dalai Lama?" he asked, and began talking about the well-known Buddhist leader. They conversed for a while then the policeman left, asking them to pull over if too many cars were gathering behind them.
Sri Chinmoy spoke of this incident a number of times in illustration of the peacefulness of New Zealand and the pleasant time he had on this fourth visit. Several New Zealand songs he has written and these speak of "God-Beauty's Hand", "softness-life and oneness-heart" and "land of the charming lambs". The master has a special fondness for New Zealand.
– Jogyata.
Surprising Rewards
In a world where from cradle rock to last breath our wellbeing and survival are founded upon physical security – a home, a job, money in the bank – the notion of a life not concerned with these things, and not measuring its success by their abundance, is most definitely not in vogue.
A large proportion of the human population of course does live without these consoling buffers which insulate the rest of us from hunger, homelessness, despair – and for them the quest to simply survive is necessarily paramount. Relevant, however, in either scenario – having and not having – are the timeless spiritual commentaries that can be found in the wisdom of our greatest teachers, in the words of Christ; the sutras of Buddhism; the discourse of Sri Krishna to his dearest disciple Arjuna on the battlefield of Kurukshetra; and in the conversations of Sri Ramakrishna, to name a few.
Their insights and commentaries on the deepest truths of human life offer an alternative view of security which differs radically from the prosperity ideals in which most of us have been immersed from childhood.
These luminaries tell us that while it is legitimate and proper to seek a reasonable standard of living, every effort to find happiness exclusively in the outer world will finally fail and only the inner accomplishments – inner peace, desirelessness and detachment, love of God, self-discovery – can truly give us happiness. Some go further. My own teacher Sri Chinmoy speaks often of the relative merits of self-reliance versus God-reliance – and that for those following a spiritual path and seeking oneness with God, our dependence on God attracts immediate grace. The father loves all his children but will take special care of the one who most depends on him and trusts him completely.
Over a number of years of being with Sri Chinmoy I have heard this message reiterated many times and had occasion to see its fruits and benefits. Those who put their spiritual life first, who dare to 'whistle in the dark', are unconcerned with the accumulation of personal wealth to meet tomorrow's needs, these are invariably happier. For this is a step towards faith and abandonment in God, and God always assumes responsibility for the needs (as opposed to the wants) in their lives.
Speaking of those disciples who try to live this way Sri Chinmoy once said, "You will see how in the future you will be most surprisingly rewarded." I was deeply moved when I heard this comment for it conveyed such a powerful message. Simply through our trust in God, here is the assurance of shedding all the bonds and attachments and problems that bind us to the world and to endless lives – our 'surprising rewards' will include a fearless God-reliance, freedom from anxiety regarding the future, the knowledge that all our inner and outer needs will be met, and that through our abandonment and faith alone God will take full responsibility for our lives. This is a huge short cut in our evolution, the shedding of a great burden, the discovery at last of an abiding inner peace and calm, 'the peace that passeth all understanding'.
In the West we are virtually marinated in a culture of acquiring and possessing from the very beginnings of our life, and the alternative philosophies espoused by our great liberators and pathfinders are rarely practiced. But the soul finally is not satisfied with self-interest and the fulfilment of personal ambitions – it has greater promises to keep that lie far beyond personal gain. "For my disciples," Sri Chinmoy commented, "to worry about your future is an insult to the Master, an insult to your soul and an insult to God."
– Jogyata.
A Mountain Meditation
From any room on the thirteenth floor of this hotel you can look right across the rambling city of Chiang Mai with it's smoky urban sprawl and golden temple spires, across the maze of roads and alleyways that teem with a million lives, right across the evening haze to the pale blue skyline of wandering mountains framed like a watercolour in your window pane.
Beyond this silhouette is Myanmar, a border of dark forest. In the strangely arcane light of evening the mountains above Chiang Mai resemble a huge dark moon rising over the rim of earth, their slow crescent curve the blue-grey bulk of a silent close-by planet.
All the sounds of the evening city merge into a roar like a great swollen river and you sit at your window and watch everything flow by and all the pageantry of life. In the hotel courtyard a flag moves slowly in the breeze and now the memory of a Zen koan comes – is it the wind that moves, the flag that moves, or the mind that moves? Today up on the flanks of those far-off mountains I walked along a leafy trail where sutras etched in grey river stones reminded us to wake up from our long sleep and search for Truth.
"What does this mean?" I asked a Thai couple who also paused to reflect on the unfamiliar lettering. "He who watches over his mind shall escape the snares of Mara and Illusion." And this one? "O seeker of the Way, find the freedom beyond all suffering." Why do these things always send a shiver down to the soul? You know the answer because all your life has been nothing but a search for freedom and all these signposts and echoes of Reality thrill you.
So here you are half a planet away from your home, sitting on a slab of stone in the warm afternoon sun with these epiphanies rolling about inside your head. My brown cap shades my eyes. A good place to meditate, obey the grey stone and watch the mind. I recall an image from long ago, the mind likened to a buffalo that wants to eat the rice plants (sense objects that give immediate pleasure but subequent pain), the one who knows and watches as the owner of the buffalo. The buffalo is allowed to roam free, but you watch over the buffalo and shout when it comes too close to the rice plants – if it is stubborn and will not obey you, you hit it and send it away with your stick. "He who watches over his mind will escape the snares of Mara."
When the mind is drawn by desire to things of the world you watch it, knowing that these attachments will not make you happy – you turn the mind away with your practice of meditation. Eventually, through training, the buffalo mind stays away from the rice plants and you become tranquil and undisturbed by this enchanting and changing world.
I always hear
A mountain-silence-song
Inside my soul's heart-garden.
Sri Chinmoy
The Wedding Gift
I've only ever been to two weddings in my life. One was my own – hardly a wedding at all but a registry office formality about as inspiring as a visit to the bank.
'Sign here, and here – address there – none? OK, put no fixed abode. You can present the ring to your wife now – no ring? – that's fine! – you're now married!' Now someone who had been a close friend on the brink of deportation was suddenly my wife and we could continue our journey together, wherever and however far that might lead.
The second was a more solemn and elaborate affair, I best man to a faraway friend. Indisposed in a remote place, I phoned my mother who lived in the town where the wedding was scheduled and asked her advice and help in regard to a suitable gift. She talked about cutlery sets and pyrex oven dishes, furniture, practical things while my eyes began glazing over with indifference. "Get him a pair of socks or an egg whisk," I joked. She promised to buy a gift and send it along to the wedding on my behalf – and there our conversation ended.
The wedding went smoothly, the usual dreadful mix of suits and bonhomie and that mysterious air of triumphal achievement and afterwards the bride and groom passed along an impressive display of wedding gifts acknowledging and thanking each person. I had no idea what my mother had bought and surveyed the many items with curiosity. Would it be the bedroom linen, the hairdryer, the Waterford crystal set, that casket of champagne, the pearl handled dinner set, furniture, the golf clubs – which was my present? The table groaned under the weight of expensive and elaborate gifts. Then, with horror, there at the end of the long table I saw it, my name embossed beneath on a card. My mother had taken my wry suggestion literally and bought a three dollar hand-held egg beater. I quietly slunk away and drove off into the sanctuary of night...
– Jogyata.
An Immoderation of Mice
Before we found our current Sri Chinmoy Centre premises in Auckland we occupied a large upstairs space in an old building scheduled for demolition.
The only other tenants here were mice and a few attic pigeons – many of us also felt that a ghost had settled into an old and disused stairwell exit as well, although the consensus was of a harmless one, and we had many late night experiences that indicated this probability.
My wife Subarata liked all animals and set about capturing then relocating our many resident mice with the help of an ingenious cage. We had several ring-necked doves as pets as well and these lived happily in a very large walk-in cage – the mice revelled in all the birdseed, thrived and multiplied despite Operation Relocation. A pleasant rapport existed between all the tenants – we would often walk by a bowl of birdseed with four or five tiny mice, new arrivals, sitting around snacking. The word was out that we were friendly and they showed no signs of alarm at our presence.
During the occasional purge we would capture four or five mice at a time, take them in their cage one hundred metres down the road and liberate them in a park. When the population remained static we realised they were simply finding their way straight back. During the rain and cold of winter Subarata didn’t have the heart to banish our homing-pigeon mice to the elements and so we left things till spring.
When the mice finally began disturbing our public meditation classes with untimely scamperings we had to act – the captives were taken by car, a noble and dignified departure across a busy road and liberated a full mile away. A line had been drawn in the sand.
– Jogyata.
Our Lamb Guests
In spiritual literature the lamb is an often recurring symbol of the qualities we should desire to have in our relationship with God – helplessness, purity, innocence, sweetness.
Sri Chinmoy's fondness for New Zealand and its iconic lambs have even seen him composing a number of lamb songs, one almost an alternative anthem dedicated to and about New Zealand.
During this spiritual masters 1995 visit we had the novel idea of having two pet lambs in our centre premises. An ample straw filled space was provided, a low trellised white fence installed to contain our guests, and a team despatched out into the green hills of rural Auckland to acquire two super-friendly candidates.
Sri Chinmoy was delighted by the lambs and even fed them, holding in each hand a bottle of milk while the lambs tugged lustily away. The rapid tide of events briefly turned our attention away from the lambs – there were concerts, meetings, outings to attend to – then finally Sri Chinmoy and our overseas visitors left New Zealand for their long journey home. After our departure farewells I returned to the centre – opening the doors I heard a thundering of tiny hooves on the wooden floor and the two escapee lambs swept towards me, launching themselves at me like excited puppies and bleating delightedly.
They had leapt their modest fence and now happily liberated, spent their hours of freedom chewing, exploring, rearranging, even lounging on a couch judging by the many tiny black droppings all over the sofa covering. All the plants in the centre had been eaten below one metre, a CD stand toppled, a seated Buddha was now a reclining Buddha, meditation stools overturned.
It was with mutual reluctance that our young friends were returned to their farm – they had enjoyed meeting our group, the dotage of a spiritual master, a taste of city living; while we had been charmed by their joyful innocence and a deeper understanding of the qualities needed to approach God.
– Jogyata.
Extraordinary Worlds
Even after a 26-year association with spiritual teacher Sri Chinmoy and these many years of first hand exposure to the extraordinary and the miraculous, I am still surprised at how much discipleship has unveiled whole new worlds of knowing and knowledge.
The practice of meditation in particular quietens the endlessly moving mind and creates the right inner conditions in which other faculties can blossom – these are not peripheral or secondary but equal and authentic aspects of mans intelligence. Here, other realms in the great mystery of our existence await discovery – wisdom and intuition, the occult and the telepathic, dormant capacities that will only awaken in future generations when we are ready to be gifted such secrets. In the vast sleeping vaults of the human brain the physiology is already there and unimagined talents await their hour.
This other dimension first became a little apparent to me when, at a very early age, my next door neighbour described an unusual experience of hers. In 1943 her husband's supply ship was torpedoed by a submarine and the sailor-husband spent eight cold hours in the ocean before being rescued. At the precise time this happened my neighbour awoke from sleep – 12,000 kilometres away! – and for hours endured exactly the same physical symptoms as her husband, shivering with cold and sharing the entire experience. Only a month later did she learn what had actually happened, confirming what she had already known and experienced as it was happening. Such events are very common and discussed a lot in the realm of quantum physics where everything in the universe is seen as belonging to one unified field of consciousness, everything interconnected, literally.
Glimpses into this other realm of knowledge are common for many practitioners of meditation, no matter what path they may follow. Sri Chinmoy talks a lot about the spiritual heart as the main player in this non-rational realm of consciousness. With its greatly expanded awareness and its concentrated 'psychic' capacities it is the main receiver, like a giant radio telescope listening to and feeling the unfolding of reality all around. This image though implies a separation between the receptor heart and what it receives – but in truth the spiritual heart seems to be one with all of reality, not separate, experiencing everything simultaneously, independently of space and time.
These powers are extraordinary and fascinating to us but commonplace and normal for yogis, adepts of meditation and spiritual Masters. True masters use these capacities only in their service to humanity and always in harmony with God's will. And usually discreetly – they do not want disciples who are enchanted by the kindergarten toys of occult and psychic powers but seekers who want enlightenment and realisation.
– Jogyata.
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