Revenge and Karma

As far as I can tell, on our beautiful planet, there is only one species which engages in acts of “REVENGE” and that is, the human species. Revenge as a concept and a practice, is a human invention and one which appears to have remarkable longevity. It pertains not only to individuals but tribes, races and nations. If it serves any biological evolutionary purpose whatsoever, it limits the number of incarnate beings by wiping a number of them out locally and in great swathes, globally.

The major problem with acts of revenge is that they never solve problems or remove apparent grievance. Of all things Karmic, revenge is perhaps the most cyclic. Any act of revenge leads with inevitability, to further acts of revenge. Cycles of revenge propagate through years, decades and even centuries. A little thought on the matter will demonstrate with clarity that revenge, causes more revenge.

As a motif it is the stuff of novels, films, drama and art. It is odd that people want to get even. There is a peculiar salacious human desire for retribution. This perhaps is sourced in the Abrahamic dispensation underpinning a number of pseudo-religious schools of thought. Nothing is subject to greater justification than acts of revenge.

“They had it coming” says the omniscient God in the EGO of humanity as it tries, sentences and punishes other beings. As judge, jury and executioner it rubs its hands with glee as it carries out sentence.

Revenge generates Karma.

If you are unable to rise above this strange desire for revenge you will be trapped by it, perhaps forever. The fruit you partake of will be flavoured with anger and tinged with bitter hatreds. There is no spiritual nourishment in food such as this.

Within the cesspit of the mind of human EGOs lurks a morass of toxic thought. Were humanity to read the private worlds beyond the social veneer it would see a veritable never ending list of grievances and unpleasant thoughts, harboured there. There are many who would take a voodoo dolly of their imagined enemies and exact fully justified vengeance. This revenge might be physical, mental or sexual. Here amongst the baser and darker side of humanity some rather primeval desires fester and grow. The so called “civilised” human glorifies and justifies these to themselves. The vengeful being paints itself as a righteous one, bearing perhaps the fiery sword of God with which to smite down transgressors. There are few who see themselves as a zombie caught up in a never ending cycle of tit for tat, eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth. It is not very grown up nor evolved.

Such behaviour is not intelligent nor is it considered.

By thinking of and enacting revenge you are making a deposit in the Karmic Bank, so to speak. This is held in your account by the universe and it gains interest. It is by way of an accumulator. This bank stores across lifetimes and pays out a dividend from time to time, with interest accrued.

It is in retirement from the busy world, as the body loses function, that many fall back upon their investment account. Their physical power begins to fail as does mental acuity and despite the hubris, all become weaker and more feeble as the sands of time ebb away. The force and vigour with which revenge had been propagated wanes and the being, to a greater or lesser extent, becomes dependent upon the good will of others.

Here, having won many friends through acts of vengeance the being introverts and begins to see with eyes less clouded with anger, the price that revenge has exacted upon its life, both as a donor and a recipient. The scales of time are tipping and the scales of eye start to slip.

Revenge pertains to petty human EGO and not to SOUL.

Unless a being can listen to the emanations of the SOUL it is trapped by the petty whims of EGO. It is the Karma of all SOULS to struggle to overcome EGO. It is a battle in which the vast majority of humanity have a long way to go. Most SOULS are dominated and subjugated by the EGO vehicle into which they incarnate.

As the grip of the EGO loosens near end of life, it is that part of being which becomes ever more fearful. It knows it has skeletons in the closet and demons under the bed. The EGO fears the end of its malicious empire and does not wish to let go of its tyranny. Yet the deposits in the Bank of Karma cannot be spontaneously unstored at the whim of EGO. The bank makes payment as and when the universe advises.

The pressing apparent immediacy of revenge has lasting effects; ones which manifest at inconvenient times. The SOUL learns that it must strive ever harder to discipline EGO and it learns painfully. The SOUL being group conscious does not have revenge as a part of its make up.

Revenge is an invention of the petty human EGO.

This invention has caused untold hardship though millenia and although painted as glamorous, it is anything but. It is primitive and destructive. It has the maturity of sulky three year olds who do not get their OWN way.

The next time you feel the desire for revenge ask your self this;

“Who seeks revenge, is it my offended self-important EGO or the core of my being, my SOUL, the real me?”

Unresolved Issues – Recapitulation

“You must recapitulate your entire life right from this moment all the way back to the instant of your birth. Otherwise, you will forever remain a clown re-enacting your folly.”

This is paraphrase of one of the key Toltec Aphorisms.

Here is my summary recapitulation map which was drawn from similar maps prepared for each year of my life.

Life can also be presented as a learning journey. My whole life began to pivot in 1995-6 around my crisis point.

I found drawing the map with key life events placed in chronological order helped me get my head round my life.  To make sense of it and then to stop trying to make sense, stop making sense.

I’ll make a wager that most people have some unresolved issues, which continue to bug them from time to time and as a consequence they have a button. Say one has resentment about a given situation and from time-to-time festers on it. All someone has to do is press this button, even by accident, and off one trots into rage and disproportionate emotive behaviour. This is because one has not been able to resolve a certain “thing” and even when one revisits it there is a tendency to indulge rather than face up to one’s own role in a situation. People blame more readily than accept their part. Until one can gain a measure of objectivity about what has transpired there will always be a button. That button could cause mild anger or metaphorical nuclear attack.

There are other versions including melancholy etc..

One can make mind-maps as a method of self-analysis.

Any button, any unresolved issue is a marker of work still to be done, which may / may not be of karmic nature. Rather than avoid them and pretend they are not there it is best to approach these buttons and try to figure out why there is a button, or a hang up. This requires above all honesty but also courage.

I heard once enlightenment loosely defined as having no hang-ups. In other words, no karma to work on.

Have you got unresolved issues?

If so, are you going to try to resolve them?

Dharma of the Day #6

there is word called fun

try to have some of this each day

this brings enlightenment, closer

 

a pole up the arse

causes much suffering

learn to relax a little

 

when you wake up in the morning

go outside and listen,

can you hear the birds laughing?

follow their example

 

every human is blessed with folly

meet your own folly

with a twinkle in the eye

and a wry smile

 

from time to time

do something really stupid

the world will not end

just because you blush

 

love yourself for how you are now

don’t use unrealistic rulers to measure

life is a journey

 

if you were already enlightened

you would not be reading this

put down those whips

and give yourself a pat on the back

 

put your arms around yourself

give yourself a big hug

and smile at the capacity for warmth

which is within us, all.

 

most of all take your time

and yet hurry up

make haste slowly

 

one day write upon many pieces of paper

the words, should and ought

light a bonfire and burn them

 

look always for authenticity

this is the emanation of the real you

the one you lock up in chains

let it out of your prison

 

seek to be the author

of your own script

a marvellous play,

make it as magnificent as possible

 

better a comedy or a farce,

than a tragedy or melodrama

humour is liberating

 

practice your smile

do it not only with teeth

but your eyes also

that is where smiles truly live

 

try to twinkle a little

each and every day

in time you will become, a star.

A Grain of Salt

fading into time

a grain of salt

in the pillar of

looking back

 

the over the shoulder robes

slip on a clavicle,

a harpsichord

with no Bach’s flower remedy

 

a tincture of infinity

bound tight in sand,

a seed of truth

to worry into pearls

 

the salt of the earth

comes out of tears

shed as many scales

in the lack of balance

 

a couturier sublime

etched in the cloth

of human folly

making proud stalagmites

 

centuries and bastions

standing Easter Island guard

unless something sneaks past

on a whimsical wind

 

all the herring and rollmops

which curl up the tongue

to a shot of Aquavit

can’t curl enough

 

sweeping the ice

scoring it deep

and no rubbing of brass

will bring back the past

 

an echo of maybe and might

whispers goodnight

onto the pillow of dreams

wet now from eyes

 

and a love now destroyed

simpers and dies

for want of humility

as scarce as a scarecrow’s heart

 

the last train home

leaves the platform of will

forever now

and what price the bill?

 

and that which we do

unto those whom we love

is the most terrible cost

of a bitter revenge

 

passing now forever

a brief echo of a life

jaundiced by pride

as sad as a tourniquet

 

to share and to bind

one to another

its midnight now

and no turning space

 

fading into time

a grain of salt

in the pillar of

looking back

 

That Infernal Internal Dialogue.

{Written in 2011}

Earlier on this year I was overcome by a very strong sense of how much apparent suffering there is in the world, and I mean that more in the sense of angst, fear and frustrated desire than in the sense of genuine suffering. For most people in the west life is relatively speaking, comfortable. Even if times are financially difficult the vast majority do not have to exist under the conditions in refugee camps such as Dafur; so many are unhappy and actually quite grumpy about their lot. The world then has to it a sense of malaise or disease, in which most are not at ease with themselves nor their life conditions. I was filled with a sense of deep love for my fellow humanity and the folly which creates and perpetuates this sense of malaise.

As such I was drawn to the word’s of Shantideva’s Bodhisattva vows:

As long as diseases afflict living beings

May I be the doctor, the medicine

And also the nurse

Who restores them to health.

Altruistic and life affirming as these sentiments no doubt are there are some people who do not want to change, nor lift themselves out of the apparent suffering in which they live.  I have pondered long and hard as to what causes most of this apparent suffering and it is fairly plain to see that it is that infernal internal dialogue which is causative of apparent suffering. Through what we say to ourselves we create our own sense of reality and for some that is infernal, or a living hell of sorts. So my premise for today is:

Our internal dialogue is the cause of most of our apparent suffering, as such it is not our friend rather our own self created enemy.

The basis or neuro linguistic programming (NLP) and cognitive behaviour therapy (CBT) is that reality and behaviours can be changed by altering both what we say to ourselves about stuff and how we act within this self created framework. People live life in a manner which is very much akin to building a house. As we evolve, we lay the foundations in youth, the first bricks in early adulthood and leave a gap perhaps for cavity wall insulation. We then construct the rest of the house as life progresses. The nature of our construct does not change that much as it evolves and apart from a few variations the basic design is set at some point in the past. The extent to which our house differs from the others on the housing estate which is humanity speaks volumes on our individual tendency towards being avant garde or herd like. The house, the castle, is what ever we tell ourselves it is or aspire to.  We build our lives by telling ourselves all sorts of stories about ourselves, our capacities, our desires. These stories are often heavily influenced by our peers, the media and the times. In our talking both internally and with others we create our own “reality” and our shared “reality”.

Internal dialogue is very repetitive and as such it is our internal mantra. These dialogues of course vary, though perhaps not quite to the extent that one might first imagine. Some of the dramatic elements are common and shared, these might be related to house, children, jobs, careers, health, holidays, religion, sex, food, drinking and television based entertainment. These are the building blocks of the common dream, that larger housing estate upon which we build our own little houses. 

Our internal dialogue is often of a very comparative nature, discussing whether we are as good as our peers, better than them and whether our house matches up to our own expectations and the perceived expectations of others. Much of this dialogue creates an imaginary and self limiting reality in which we are forever unhappy because we fail to live up to expectations. In a very real sense we conspire with each other to limit and by and large strive towards the lower common denominator called social acceptance. My guess is that the self esteem, self confidence and self belief of many is way lower than any outer presentation to the world.  Most of all internal dialogue is the most fertile of grounds through which fears are propagated and amplified by the means of collective mind.  Internal dialogue provides for us all a justification as to why it is foolish to try something entirely new and perhaps even slightly unknown. It breeds an infernal fear of ill health, death and dying and a terror of complete social exclusion; and in so doing creates an earthly hell of sorts.  The desire for longevity is misplaced. When my sell by date is up I hope to be taken off the shelves and not to be left there to rot.

Internal dialogue bolsters the sense of shared victimhood and “it is not fair” mentality. When, if one is detached, it is easy to see that for most people in the western world, there is really not that much to be grumpy about. There are relatively few who face starvation and gang rape on a daily basis. That might be something to complain about!!

Much internal dialogue centres around the concept of physical beauty and sexual attractiveness in which access to horizontal jogging is placed a little too high on the great mantelpiece of life. The vast tracts of advertising imagery based upon idealised physical forms, fashion and lifestyle, acts as an accelerant to the fire of internal dialogue, through which the comparative fire of mind says we are not good enough. Very few stop to ponder on the fact that physical beauty can in it self be a real curse. Internal dialogue is mostly about the form side of life and where we may or may not stand in some imaginary pecking order.

The plethora of fears associated with diet, health, exercise and longevity fill the mind with a mass of bric-a-brac such that the thoughts and sounds of internal dialogue are like so many young birds in a nest clamouring for the parental worm. The internal dialogue needs and demands constant feeding, as such it is a harsh master. There is simply no space or room amidst all that noise to stand back and consider about where life is going. The apparent urgency of internal dialogue causes the days, months, years and decades to flash past like an express train. The desires of the internal dialogue appear paramount and are rarely, if ever, sated.

My experience of most internal dialogues is that they are filled with such words as you can’t, you should, you ought to, that is normal, you have failed, that is not what is done here and would daddy be proud of that? For many there is a relative cacophony of entirely negative thought forms which create a climate of some grim application to life.  This is so very familiar that, just like heroin, it is very addictive.  Internal dialogue needs a fresh score every morning and to be shared with all the other pushers within our social circle whom we might choose to call friends. The reality is that pushers are criminals and hence we the junkies and the pushers are all, partners in crime.

I am going to make another premise here:

You are not your internal dialogue

This might seem mildly radical but it is true. If you can examine your internal dialogue from a detached view then, you are not it. In any case much of what you say to yourself is a pack of lies with which you have created your own mythos, your precious self image. The internal dialogue does not like to be challenged and is very defensive. Most conversation is shared internal dialogue and is mutually bolstering.

For the reader of a religious bent I have a simple question which points directly at the folly of internal dialogue; does God care about whether you are pretty, have a large cock, a nice car, a fashionable wardrobe or if you achieve the national average of extended multiple orgasms each week? Is Buddha all that interested? I suspect not. Viewed from this angle the contents of most internal dialogue are “chitta” which is onomatopoeic and exactly like the sound of birds in a nest. If you were about to die, would you really be bothering as to whether Mr Jones’ new Audi looked better than your Volkswagen?

Perhaps as a beginning it might help to look at the interaction between internal dialogue and fear, which is the very basis of the corrupt and manipulative insurance industry. This plays directly on the fear of losing possessions, accidents etc. and is a part of the fabric of the blame culture which abounds today. If you are stupid enough to trip over a paving stone is it really the fault of the council for putting it there? I don’t think so. Deep down everyone knows this, but the litigious “victim” can these days seek recompense. “I didn’t deserve to trip up…”

The fear of litigation is a product of the internal dialogue which supports the blame culture. It is always someone else’s fault!! If you had not been stuck up in your mind, within the circles of your internal dialogue, you might have been sufficiently wide awake to look where you are going.

In what way does the chitta in the mind reinforce all your fears, how does it limit you and above all does it make you at ease and happy? The internal dialogue is one of humanity’s major diseases and my prescription is first of all to become aware of your own internal dialogue and then simply to stop doing it.

If you must have internal dialogue then your mantra might be; “I am a Magical Being of the Universe”. Try this and as the saying goes; “Trust me I am a Doctor!”

 

The Worrier’s Path

The talker’s rule…


1) A Worrier does not believe in battles, therefore he approaches life with all the accuracy and care of someone who has drunk ten pints of “wife beater” and taken half a gram of amphetamine sulphate. A Worrier knows that knee jerk reactions are best and that repetition of folly is his favourite pastime.

2) By striving for complexity a Worrier fills his diary and day to day life with things of the utmost boredom and futility so as to avoid taking any action. A Worrier is able to construct a twenty seven dimension third order hyperpolarisability tensor for any situation so as to justify the fact that he is overwhelmed by complexity. By projecting catastrophe after catastrophe onto the world, the Worrier justifies his fear and inertia.

3) A Worrier knows that it is better to run than to stand, being sure that he can always put things off until Monday next week, when he can, if there is time, review how to put them off until the following month. A Worrier is sure that there is no such thing as the eternal now and his favourite mantra are “if only” and “what if?”

4) A Worrier never enters into battle because he knows that the control of his self image, view of the world and personal history are what keeps him sane. As such a Worrier is always obsessed with controlling his life so that he can, after all, have life on his own terms.

5) Whenever faced with even the slightest of difficulty the Worrier capitulates to the sound judgment of his infallible reason. He becomes obsessed with displacement activities and bends the true meaning of life to fit with all his preconceptions and prejudice.

6) A Worrier stretches time so that his life is filled with the exquisite beauty of hours spent in the dental waiting room looking forward with anticipation to that root canal work in the absence of anaesthetic. By making life as boring as possible he will extend his apparent longevity by decades. Hence his life will seem like an eternity.

7) A Worrier is convinced that he is only his self image and ensures that his personal history is sufficiently intact that he can be bound to it. A Worrier never reveals to himself the fact that he is a magical being of the universe.