Words divide; Love unites.

I haven’t posted for a while so I thought I’d copy/paste one from my other, mostly inactive, blog. This was published there on May 25, 2010. It is primarily about religion, but applies to any groupings or divisions shaped and defined by words, such as ethnic, racial or political differences, sexual orientation, beliefs about educational philosophies, child rearing, debates about global warming, conservation, etc.. We are all in this mysterious thing called life. We need to pull together. Let’s let Love prevail.

Here’s my old post (slightly modified):

I have heard that there are well over two thousand Christian denominations and countless divisions in other religions too. And I ask what causes the divisions? Both within and between religions? Words. That’s it. Just words. And they are man-made words. Words thought up by (mostly) men. Human ideas about how it should be. People’s ideas about how they have it right and everyone else has it wrong.

These words cause “us-and-them” groupings and divisions. People gather around one set of words and take comfort in the false certainty that their words are “right” and others’ words are wrong, or at least mostly wrong. Then they get puffed up with pride in their superiority and feel they must defend and assert their “words” even at the cost of shunning the “others”, or even killing them. See the Inquisition, witch-burning, pogroms, suicide bombings, communist re-education camps,the KKK, the Holocaust, Rwanda,… just for starters. 

But words are just symbols. They just stand for reality. They are not reality. The map is not the territory. Reality doesn’t change. Words do. We used to describe the world as flat. Everyone believed that. Now we describe it as a sphere, a ball. The world hasn’t changed but our words about it, and our beliefs, have changed a lot.

I can count on reality but I can’t count on words. Words are useful to the extent that they provide a predictive model that helps me prepare for what is coming next. But in the history of humankind the models have always required updating and improving as our understanding grew. Clinging to a model and defending it with one’s life betrays a lack of understanding of the tentativeness of models. Even worse is defending it by taking the lives of others.

There is an analogy from the East:  words, dogmas, doctrines, beliefs, creeds, are seen as a finger pointing to the moon. The moon is Love. It’s the moon that matters. It’s the moon that is the object worthy of attention. It would be silly to stare at the finger (words), polish its nail, put a ring on it, worship it… all the while failing to notice the moon (Love)!

Now suppose there are six, eight or ten of us standing in a circle at night. We are each pointing a finger at the moon and at the same time we are each gnawing on our neighbour’s finger trying to destroy it, while at the same time trying to protect our own finger from the teeth of our other neighbour. Nobody has time to look at the moon (Love)!

Fingers (words, beliefs) will all age, wither and die. 

Only the moon (Love) will remain!

Words, dogmas, doctrines , beliefs, creeds, will all age, wither and die (how many revisions have there been down through history?). Only Love will remain. Only Love is a constant.

And so with gratitude I will focus on Love. I will practice returning in gratefulness to Love whenever I wander or deviate from the path.

Love is a fire. May my divisive words be consumed by the fire of Love.

May Love abound. May Love flourish. May only Love remain.

May all beings everywhere be filled with Love.

  

I did a follow-up post later called “Bent fingers, Blind eyes.” It was about corrupt or misleading beliefs (crooked fingers) and about some people’s inability (blind eyes) to put even good beliefs into practice (inability to see the moon or Love). But perhaps that’s a post for another day.  ;)

I hope this post isn’t divisive. I hope it fosters unification in Love. Let me know what you think.

No Mask!

There is a Zen koan: What was my face before I was born? (or even before I was conceived!).

Who am I before I ever put on my first mask?

Can I  peel away the many layers of conditioning and programming and beliefs and “certainties” accrued over the decades from parents, teachers, Sunday School teachers, camp counsellors, advertising, sermons, politicians, spiritual teachers, books, TV, movies, friends, etc.? Peer pressure and the demands to conform at work and play, often require the donning of particular masks; the adopting of “certainties”, beliefs. They build up layer after layer over the years, much like bricks being cemented into a wall. The wall grows thick and tall and immoveable. How does one demolish it?

There are various systems of inquiry, such as The Work of Byron Katie and The Option Method  of the Kaufman’s, that tackle the belief edifice one brick at a time. Each belief is thoroughly questioned, examined, challenged. This would seem a long and tedious process, but I am sure the demolition proceeds at an ever-increasing rate as the knowledge gained from seeing through one belief generalizes to the next. Freedom is the aim.

Jesus taught (Luke 17:33):

“Whosoever shall seek to save his life shall lose it; and whosoever shall lose his life shall preserve it” 

Paul added (Eph 4:21b-24 tev):

“…you were taught the truth that is in Jesus. So get rid of your old self, which made you live as you used to – the old self that was being destroyed by its deceitful desires. Your hearts and minds must be made completely new, and you must put on the new self, which is created in God’s likeness and reveals itself in the true life that is upright and holy.” 

So Christianity also realizes that the old self, the deceitful masked one, must go.

And then there is Rinzai Zen of Japan, to which I was introduced by Philip Kapleau in ’69 or ’70. To over simplify, it’s a non-verbal approach. After much sitting and work on koans (to get one unstuck from one’s discriminating mind) a well-timed whack on the head by the Master liberates the seeker into a moment of Satori or even Enlightenment! :)  

Yes, I want to meet my “face before I was born” because I know it is the same face I will meet on my deathbed (if I should be sufficiently conscious), a face stripped clean, a face with no mask.

Why not meet that face now and enjoy its unpretentious company for the remainder of my life?

I was “Born 2B Me“,  not a mask.

It is time I met this “Me“.

Put the Mask On! Take it Off Again!

How many masks have I worn in my life? Some fit well for a while but then become suffocating, some chafe or itch, some make me feel accepted and at home, many I put off and on repeatedly as my mind changes or my mood shifts. They are often used to help me “fit in” or to give me a sense of identity or purpose. My hypocrisy meter tells me when I must discard a mask.

The masks have come in many flavours: Christianity (Anglican, Orthodox, Evangelical, Fundamentalist), Buddhist, Agnostic, Tibetan Buddhist, Scientific (Cosmological, Astrophysical, Psychological), Poetical, Artistic, Philosophical, Political, and Zen of various persuasions.

And those are only the ones bearing on beliefs or spiritual practices.

There are also the many hats I have worn: breadwinner, husband, father, citizen, family chauffeur, son, student, etc.. These roles are much more enduring than my adherence to any belief system or spiritual practice. Although the beliefs and practices have a form of constancy in that they keep cycling round and round in a sort of spiral.

Most of my masks or personas fail to satisfy as I become aware of their shortcomings. And it seems my enquiring mind never fails to find the inevitable shortcomings in any belief system. The result is that it is hard for me to settle down in one belief system for long. I am too full of questions! This is confusing and frustrating for some who wish I were more predictable.

I have often jokingly called myself “The Midnight Christian” because I would read the Bible late at night and remake a committment to Jesus only to wake up the next morning feeling very Zen again.

But I now seem to have settled into a role of “pursuer of many questions” and it seems a very comfortable fit for now. Will I succumb to the temptation of falling for the security of a fixed and rigid belief system again? Only time will tell where the spiral will lead. But now that I am looking at my life from the more meta-level of questioning the very nature of beliefs, and how we get hooked, I think it would be hard to take any one system too seriously. Let the questions rule!

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