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``I want no spirituality that doesn't grow corn,'' a fellow
indignantly huffed to me a month or so ago. He was was parroting a Native
American saying concerning the utility of spiritual belief and
practice. But the statement begs the question: Is it really possible
for us to not grow corn? That is to say, can we suddenly become
non-creative beings?
The answer is no. So long as we wear a body, we cannot not
create. The closest we can come is to create the illusion that we're
not creating, which is itself, of course, a creation.
So the real question is not whether or not spiritual practice grows
corn, but what kind of crop is being grown and how. In other words,
how do we create, individually and collectively; and why is it that
even the greatest of our historical and living masters are still
seemingly subject to the same forces of ``fate'' that the rest of us
are?
After all: Xenophanes was banished from Colophone; Socrates was tried
and executed; Joshua bar Joseph (Jesus) became the victim of dirty
politics that led to his execution; Shankara disappeared under
mysterious circumstances at Kedarnath in the Himalayas; Husayn ibn
Mansur al-Hallaj was declared an infidel by the ulama, the
guardians of the Islamic faith, and spent his life running from the
law until he was finally caught, imprisoned, and executed; Jnaneshvar
was powerless to stop the invading Muslim army; Margarette Porette was
burned at the stake; Meister Eckhart was cast out of the Roman
Catholic Church by Papal Bull.
Masters one and all, some of whom performed great ``miracles.'' They
all ``grew corn,'' to put it in the above parlance; fields of corn!
Wrestling with demons, healing the sick, some of them even raised the
dead. Others did nothing more ordinary than show a profound wisdom
that transcended their generation, but they all left an indelible mark
in history, and in our consciousness. At the same time, they were
seemingly no more imune to the ebbs and flows of the collective
consciousness of their day than any of us. The difference was their
understanding of, and surrender to, the Divine Whole. Few lives
illustrate this better than that of one of mysticism's most
influential teachers. Juan de la Cruz, known to us today as Saint John
of the Cross.
John joined Teresa of Avila's Discalced Carmelite order, and along
with her, was one of those daring souls who taught a traditional
mystical path to Unity based on internal recollection at a time in
history when the Inquisition was in full swing. Today we call the
practice they taught ``meditation.''
At under five feet in height, John was a small man, yet it is said
that all who came in contact with him were startled by the intensity
of his devotion, and the supernatural aura that seemed to surround
him.
Like the ``yuppies'' of the nineteen eighties, by his late twenties and
early thirties John's career as a monk (he was now going by the name
of Brother John of the Cross) took off. He became confessor to the
nuns in Teresa's original convent, and soon became confessor for
Mother Teresa herself. The Discalced Order was flourishing and well
connected in the Catholic hierarchy thanks to Mother Teresa's
political acumen.
Then came the inevitable crash. After much political infighting, the
Discalced Carmelites were ordered disbanded by the Carmelite
Vicar-general, and through his emissary, Tostado, he ordered the
``rebel monks and nuns'' exommunicated. Though an inquisition was
never started against Mother Teresa, she was replaced as Prioress of
her own order.
As a further blow, a band of armed men were sent to arrest John and
some of his companions. John was flogged mercilessly and transfered to
Toledo, that famous bastion of the Inquisition. In a classic show
trial, the Inquisitor tried to convince John to plead guilty to a
minor charge of disobedience to a superior. If John would compromise and
plead guilty to the minor charge, he could save his career as a
monk. For reasons we may never know, he refused.
In December of 1557 Brother John was found guilty of rebellion and
contumacy and condemned to an unspecified term of imprisonment. He was
thrown into a six foot by ten foot closet. A room that had previously
served as a privy (outhouse) to an adjoining guest chamber. It became
his home for nine months, lit only by a small toilet sized hole at the
top. His bed was a board covered with a rug and he was fed scraps of
dry bread and an occasional sardine.
No change of clothes was given him during the entire
tenure. Consequently, his body became covered with sores and
lice. During the winter the privy was freezing cold; during summer the
heat was stifling. On Fridays, which were Catholic Feast Days, he was
taken to the refectory where the Friars made him kneel in the center
of the room and take bits of dry bread and water like a dog. The Prior
would admonish and taunt him with reproaches, after which all the
monks in turn would strike him across the shoulders with a cane.
I wonder how many of us would have shaken our fist at heaven after
such treatment, issued retorts, or fought back? Are we not taught
today that:
- If we're truly spiritual we'll have a life filled with joy and
happiness all the time and nothing bad will ever happen to us? I mean,
after all ...
- If we're truly spiritual we'll be in absolute control of our
lives and the creative process. Nothing uncreated by us (read:
unplanned) will ever happen again. We create our own reality, right?
Not only that ...
- If we're truly spiritual then we'll have lots of preternatural
powers with which to impress our friends and neighbors and, most
importantly, those pesky infidel non-believers who need a good
comeuppance.
The popular spiritual dogma of today. Typical of most dogma, there are
precious kernels of truth imbedded in the nourishing
fertilizer. Typical of most masters, John said, and did, nothing.
Yes, we create our own reality. Our own reality. We do not
create the reality of our neighbor or the collective. Our egos latch
onto the first part--we create our own reality--and leave off the
much less glamorous second half: So does everyone else. The product of
all these individual creations is a complex network of consciousness
called the collective over which we have little direct influence.
In struggling mightily to advance our individual agendas, we often
forget that we may put ourselves in the position of going head to head
with equally sovereign souls advancing the exact opposite agenda, or
even worse, a whole collective! As both Ammachi and Deepak Chopra
point out, bucking the collective tide through disobedience or
demonstration is a meaningless exercise. Right action,
compassionately taken in concert with others of like mind, is the only
way we will ever meaningfully change our world. And then, Chopra says,
only when the collective consciousness has reached critical mass.
So the question becomes: What is ``right action?''
The answer lies in our own soul, which is in constant contact with All
That Is; those levels of Divine Consciousness of which even our sleepy
planetary collective is mostly unaware. Out of the field of pure
potentiality, the very chaos of life, comes an order more fantastic
and beautiful than anything we could possibly imagine.
The trick is to learn how to surrender to it.
It is a Truth that so long as we wish to retain our illusion of
control over our lives, our souls will let us. We can build empires,
go broke, get sick, kill, steal, manipulate; all those things we, as a
race, just love to do. Our soul--God, if you will, doesn't
care!
Just don't plan on such a life leading to happiness and bliss. One
doesn't have to look very far to find mountains of reports on
those who've had everything: money, sex, power; and yet who found
their lives as barren as an empty field. A lifetime of struggling to
bear fruit, only to discover they'd only planted weeds.
Only when we surrender our Human Order to Divine Order and let it go
to work in our lives will we find true bliss. But don't expect such a
life to always look wonderful by the standards of the popular
orthodoxy:
For it was during John's exile, in his tiny privy closet, beaten
bloody, with sores and lice all over his body, that Saint John of the
Cross penned his exquisite treatise on the Dark Night of the soul and
its union with its Lord. It was written on scraps of paper given to
him by a sympathetic jailer.
John's surrender to Divine Order landed him in prison. God needed to
cleanse him, to remove of every source of distraction, so that he
could hear that inner voice with perfect clarity. The result? A
document that is still today, five hundred years later, the premier
authority on mystical spiritual evolution.
And once the task was finished, Divine Order moved him on.
After nine months John would escape and recover from his
mistreatment. He would then go on to become Rector of the Carmelite
college, which he founded at the university of Bæza. He would be
made Prior of Granada, and later of Segovia. The heights to which he
would rise would far exceed those he attained prior to his nine months
in prison.
The principles of creation work for everybody, all the time. It
doesn't take a mystic to make them work, or even someone
religious. They work for the most pragmatic agnostic and rational
scientist with equal faculty.
It takes a mystic of the first order to understand that we will
never have control over the external environment created by
the sleepy collective. It isn't real. It's illusion, an illusion
created and maintained by the lot of us.
It takes a mystic to understand that the real challenge, the real
control point, is is not external, but internal. It is the process of
growing through endurance until you pass the point of resignation and
arrive at complete surrender. Freed from ego based agendas and
timelines, we open ourselves to a Divine view of the physical
world. We see, as Saint John of the Cross did, a tiny fragment of the
Divine plan operating in the ever shifting mirage of the physical
world, and have revealed our role within it at that illusory moment in
time.
This is the path to mastery, to eternal joy, peace, and bliss. May you
find yours.
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