Aversion Therapy

aversion

One common aspect of the religions of this realm — both western and eastern – is that they all seem to arise based on a dissatisfaction with things as they are, with life as it is, and consequently generate a substantial arsenal of schemes, methods, and strategies in an often desperate effort to escape from this “vale of tears”, as one faith characterizes life on earth. Prayers, meditations, competing therapy programs, and complex rituals of every sort are recommended by the various priests and gurus as remedies to the perceived horror of just appearing here in the first place, and so a pronounced aversion more often than not seems to be the chief form of reactivity to the very fact of human birth.

Ironically, the hard lesson most of us must eventually learn is that running away from the world is a sure way to reinforce the oppressive sense that we are trapped by it, and thus in our failure of balanced appreciation and accurate discernment we prolong an illusory dilemma that, although fueled by the propaganda of religious conditioning, nevertheless has originated and been kept alive in our own mind.

From the moment we entered this arena, we have been taught that we are sinful, diseased, deluded, separated from home, and in need of a lot of salvific help, simply by virtue of acquiring a human body. In fact, it’s typically been suggested that the wisest thing we could do is to get saved, redeemed, enlightened, and basically just get the heck out of Dodge as fast as possible. To that end, our various religious teachers have assumed the role of parent/doctors, diagnosing our presumed illness, and prescribing a life-long treatment regimen consisting of regular doses of their particular holy oil, the secret recipes for which have been handed down from one venerable salesman to the next in what they call the “transmission of their lineage”.

So convincing is the traditional consensus spin about life on earth that very few of us ever stop to question, “Is it true, are we so utterly screwed up that only the most heroic efforts can hope to save us from the great misfortune of mere existence? Are we really patients in need of a cure, prisoners in a jail, sinners in need of a savior, hapless victims of bad karma?”

If we inquire deeply, one thing we can notice is that, to the extent that we buy into the party line rap, the longer we will be destined to wander in a desert wilderness of our own confused design, self-conscious and withdrawn, fearing that we lack the right stuff, and so endlessly searching outside ourselves for it. In the process, we invariably condemn ourselves to the dead ends of perpetual doubt, despair, and unhappiness, convinced that freedom is somewhere else, in the hazy distant future perhaps, or maybe up in heaven, but never here, never now, never already and always the case.

Really? How can that be, one might ask — just look at all the suffering, pain, and evil in the world. How can one accept life as it is, surrender and even enjoy it, with so much trouble and sorrow reflected in the daily news, so much cruelty and disappointment? Honestly examining our own lives, we can easily find plenty of causes for dismay. Conditions here are far from satisfactory, and in fact humanity itself may even be on the verge of self-extinction at the pace we are going, with environmental destruction, an endless parade of regional wars, and the ominous threat of thermonuclear or biological destruction always on the horizon. It would seem that only a blind fool would claim that everything is perfect just as it is, and that we are already happy and rich beyond the grandest imagining. Such outrageous propositions could only come from someone in a state of deep denial, according to the conventional wisdom.

As it so happens, what’s missing from the conventional wisdom is wisdom itself. Instead, the usual view relies on the assumption that we are the body-mind self, and thus subject to its destiny. If that were actually the case, then we would all be facing dreary prospects indeed, for whatever is born must die – that is the law of impermanence – and so even the most valiant efforts to insulate ourselves from that reality are bound to fail, sooner or later. All the treasure we could accumulate, all the pleasurable relations we could establish, all the good stuff we struggle to gain and maintain will ultimately turn to dust, and even the memory of our appearance will fade and eventually dissolve into nothingness. Who then could really enjoy a magnificent sunset, a lover’s embrace, the laughter of children, the lingering finish of a great wine, realizing that it is all so pointless, so fleeting and empty of any inherent substance?

It’s no wonder that religions would come along and preach an aversion to this life, suggesting instead countless avenues of escape and salvation from the implications of our fateful arrival on this challenging stage with all its intimidating props and pratfalls. On the other hand, if we are not really the body-mind self, but merely occupying a dreamed creation in order to enjoy and learn from the amazing varieties of human experiences (in much the same way that we might temporarily identify with a fictional character in a virtual reality video game), then any effort to escape from the game would be rather absurd.

After all, we came to play the game, why then turn and run away from it? It is only through the gift of our momentary amnesia that we tend to take it all so seriously. I say “gift” (although there are many who would call it an impediment) because without the amnesia, the game would have a lot less impact, and so wouldn’t yield the same vivid results of increased levels of awareness about what we are really made of — recognition that can only come from full immersion in the incarnational adventure.

In other words, we don’t require being saved from the game via some human-based religious solution, but simply need to learn how to play the game properly, and that knowledge begins to arise in us when we stop trying to change the game, and instead let the game change us. That’s what it is for, after all – to draw us out of our self-conscious absorption and contraction at the heart, and reveal to us the unconditional love that is at the very core of our true nature and condition.

In the light of that recognition, aversion towards the world is merely another failed strategy that can be released, just like all the accompanying armor with which we have clothed ourselves in our presumption of independence. Indeed, we have never been nor could we ever be separate from our Source (of which we are beloved expressions), except in the trick of imagination which would have us believe that we are some lost and lonesome body-mind self, adrift in a hostile landscape, in need of holy redemption. With the benefit of clear seeing, how can we not love the world, with all its tender frailty and delicate beauty? In the same way that we rob ourselves of our true being, as Rumi says, if we are eager to be nothing before we know who we really are, so too must we come to respect and appreciate the world before we can ever dream of leaving it.

Still, if we allow such understanding to go to our head, fixating on it there as if it were some final revelation, rather than letting it sink into and open our heart, initiating the living embodiment of the principle, then we have merely added another story to the useless collection of shiny, empty bottles on the crowded shelf of ersatz enlightenment. In this game, everything must go. Indeed, as a sage once noted, one could possess a whole library of spiritual wisdom, and still not have the faintest clue as to who and what they really are.

True liberation from ignorance is not a static accomplishment, nor a goal to be attained by some ego-mind, because it is already true of us from the very no-beginning. Rather, it is an activity first and foremost, the functioning of an inconceivable love that will never abandon the world, regardless of its apparent problems and challenges, and even though it is ultimately a realm of imaginary playmates, but only more and more deeply submit wholeheartedly to the loving of it, until all sense of separation is seen through, and we recognize in full that we are That. Moreover, we cannot even stop there, nor linger anywhere along the way – a journey which runs on to an immense infinity beyond our comprehension, dropping blossoms with every step, and blessing all without hesitation or regret.

Ashes and Snow 09

See also: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/2012/09/26/the-game/

About these ads

About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, and our lazy dog, Amos, in a lovely little mountain town called Paradise, situated on the ridge of the Little Grand Canyon, in the Northern California Sierra Nevadas. I have 6 sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: http://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Transliterations: http://freetransliterations1.blogspot.com/ Love Poems and Duets with Mazie: http://lovesight.wordpress.com/ Autobiographical Fragments, Stories, and Fables: http://travelsindreamland.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

13 Responses to Aversion Therapy

  1. Bob OHearn says:

    Here’s an excellent video that complements the above essay, called Love the World Madly, by Anam Thubten: http://www.dharmata.org/teachings/

  2. Alisha says:

    Mind blowing article Bob. While going through every word I feel you have poured my feelings. It is true all treasure, which we possess, is going to fade away eventually but people do not understand this. They chase it lifelong. They are not aware of law of impermanence. Thank you so much for such inspiring article.

  3. amchan@hotmail.co.uk says:

    Beautiful. Thank you.

    >

  4. Candace says:

    This is simply wonderful! I am in the process of unlearning what I learned during my training about needing to “fix” and “heal” others. Thank you, Bob!

    • Bob OHearn says:

      You are most welcome, Sister!

      Indeed, a good part of our waking up involves letting go of all the concepts and conditioning that we previously learned. It’s like the famous story of Nan-in, a Japanese master from a century or so ago, who received a university professor who had come to inquire about Zen.
      Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring.The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. “It is overfull. No more will go in!”
      “Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”

      Blessings!

  5. Thai Village says:

    Such an inspriring article. Wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s