Saturday, December 13, 2014

12/13/14

Prayer. That was the theme for Wednesday's inquiry class, as well as Fr. Michael's homily this evening. The gist of both was that prayer isn't simply a form of rote repetition but an event you enter, a living, mystical experience of the presence of God. Ultimately, prayer should transform you and 'wake you' up to the divine presence all around you, much like the experience of St. Francis.

He also talked about the role of prayer in confronting 'evil' in the world. Jesus says to "love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you" (Mt 5:44). Why? Perhaps because our love and our prayers and our actions will help make a difference in the world, help change the minds and hearts of those who would do us and others harm. But even if not, Fr. Michael said that to hate something or someone is to bring that hate and darkness into your own heart. The same with things like anger, jealousy, and resentment. To hate is to pollute our own hearts and minds; to love is to purify them. Much like how the Buddha said:

Phenomena are preceded by the heart,
++++ruled by the heart,
++++made of the heart.
If you speak or act
with a corrupted heart,
then suffering follows you —
as the wheel of the cart,
++++the track of the ox
++++that pulls it.

Phenomena are  preceded by the heart,
++++ruled by the heart,
++++made of the heart.
If you speak or act
with a calm, bright heart,
then happiness follows you,
like a shadow
++++that never leaves.


In many ways, I think, prayer is a form of intention; and in prayer, what we're intending is the non-doing of evil, the performance of what's skillful, and the cleansing of our hearts. We seek to go inside and unveil the innate goodness within, no matter how many layers of ignorance obscure it. And to do that, we need a still point inside, a place of quiet, a place of peace, so that we can listen with our hearts rather than our ears. In the words of St. John of the Cross, "The Father spoke one word from all eternity and he spoke it in silence, and it is in silence that we hear it."

Ultimately, then, I think both prayer and meditation are ways for us to come into contact with the absolute; and some of what Fr. Michael said reminded me of St. John Vianney's words on how prayer stretches the small heart of a small (finite) creature all the way to God (the infinite). Or to paraphrase Fr. Michael, "Prayer is an event we enter into. Moments when heaven and earth touch."

Monday, December 8, 2014

12/8/14

I was thinking of writing something about God today, about the experience of God/Dhamma as I understand it; but then I read this post from Fr. Dn. Charles Joiner's blog, Orthodox Way of Life, and decided that it sums up my own thoughts much better than I ever could myself:

When you read in Scripture, the Kingdom of God is within us (Lk 17:21), what does this mean to you? The Church Fathers refer to this place within also as the "Heart." It is in this place that God has fashioned that God abides so He can manifest Himself through each person. The role of the Church is to help us discover this deep place of the "Heart" that is also the center of our soul.

It is the place within where we wage a battle for our salvation. This is the target of all our ascetic efforts. We want it to be made pure. Jesus has told us that the pure of Heart will see God. As we seek to become united with God, to overcome our sinfulness, we desire that our soul, its "Heart" be ignited by His grace.

Jesus told us, You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength. (Matt 12:30) So, what does this mean? Saint Gregory Palamas says the heart is the body of our body, a place where our whole being becomes like a knot. When our mind and heart are united we have only one thought––the thought of God. All of our desire is focused on God. When we give our whole mind, our whole heart to God we are totally focused on Him. In this stance we receive His grace and are given the ability to do His will. In this way we attain what Apostle Paul meant when he said that Christ is formed in us (Gal 4:19). We become whole and are perfected.

We can never wholly contain God in our heart as He is infinite, something greater than our heart. He makes it a dwelling place, a temple of His divinity reflecting His image in us. When our whole heart and mind are turned to God we become holy, enlightened, "the light of the world." It is in this way that God directs our life, fulfilling the purpose He has for us.

Reflect on the following passage from the Sermon on the Mount where Jesus told His disciple the following:
You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In this same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven. (Matthew 5:14-16)
We want to purify our heart so that it shines, becomes a great light, enabling us to take action in the world in a way that glorifies God, that encourages others to purify their hearts and to seek God with their whole heart and mind and soul. In this way the whole world can become a great light.

What is it that keeps us from becoming this light that Jesus speaks about? Our reality is that we are not able to give our whole heart and mind to God but instead are distracted by our passions, our earthly desires. We are not living with a focus on the "Heart" but on the things of this created world siphoning our attention away from God. Because of our fallen nature we have within us also the tendency to sin. As Paul says, "all have sinned and come short of the Glory of God." (Rom 3:23)

How are we to proceed? We must do as the prodigal son, recognize our condition and seek to return to our father's house which is within. We must uproot our sinful tendencies so that God's commandments will become alive in our heart instead of our passions and worldly desires. This is a path of return that is difficult. There is only one way and that is to master our situation with God's help so we can follow the divine commandments. Archimandrite Zacharias writes,
There is no greater misfortune than that of an insensible and verified heart that is unable to distinguish between the luminous Way of God's Providence and the gloomy confusion of the ways of the world.


Difficult, yes, but we know it is possible. We have an all powerful ally, God. His aim is for our "Heart" to become His temple. He says to us, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock: If anyone hears my voice, and opens the door, I will come to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me? (Rev 3"20). When we knock and the door is opened we discover the greatest of miracles. Our heart becomes united with the Holy Spirit. With an open "Heart" we can unify our mind with our heart and God will fill His Kingdom within us with His full goodness.

For this to happen God must first be able to converse with us. We must be capable of hearing Him and willing to surrender our will to His direction. In this way God can become the sole focus of our life. We must learn to develop an intimate relationship with Him so we can have an ongoing dialogue with Him

What gets in the way? It's our pride, our self-centeredness. We fail to see the larger picture and see our death as the end of everything that gives us pleasure. We become fearful and sinful seeking to satisfy our own needs. We are stuck until we can come to terms with the reality of our situation, just like the prodigal son before he was able to return to his father. We must say what he said, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you and am no more worthy to be called your son. (Luke 15:19-19) In this way we are humbled. We discover how poorly we live by His commandments, how distant we are from Him. We see clearly our self-centeredness, our selfishness and pride. We become sorry for our condition and seek His help to return. From this realization we are motivated to make changes in our attitude and orientation toward life and God. We begin a long journey of purification where we liberate our "Heart" from all the bodily passions. In cooperation with Grace we will finally be able to surrender our whole being to Him, to commit our whole heart, our whole mind, and our whole soul to Him. We will discover the "Kingdom within."

Sunday, December 7, 2014

12/7/14

My experience at mass today had a surprisingly big impact on me. I didn't expect it to, but everything seemed to address some aspect of what I've been going through the past week, from my continued exploration of Catholicism and my interest in monasticism to the recent protests sparked by the separate decisions not to indict the officers involved in the deaths of Michael Brown and Eric Garner and the societal issues underlying them.

Before mass, I watched an episode of TLC's The Monastery, a show that I recently discovered about a group of men who visit Christ in the Desert, a Benedictine monastery in New Mexico, for 40 days. I'm interested in monastic life, so I was excited to find the show. And in this particular episode, the community has a 'desert day,' where everyone must spend the whole day in silence and solitude. One of the men, Will, has a lot of thoughts and feelings come up that have been haunting him for a long time, and they kind of overwhelm him when he no longer has a routine to distract himself with.

At mass, I sat in meditation before the beginning of the service and a lot of things came bubbling up and I felt a lot like Will, with guilt and shame and restless energy welling up within me. I was surprised to find that even things I'd thought I'd gotten over long ago, things I did as a kid, I'm still carrying around inside. Guilt and remorse over harming animals and insects. Over acts of greed and selfishness. Over unskillful things I did out of lust. Even though many happened far in the past, the shadows of those actions still follow me, like the wheel that follows the foot of the ox. I realized that I didn't feel worthy of anything holy or spiritual, and deep down, I don't think most people do either. We're imperfect, broken, looking for healing and reconciliation.

Fr. Charlie's homily touched upon that notion somewhat, as well as the importance of social justice in 'preparing the way of the Lord' and 'making straight his paths,' connecting them together in a holistic way, with the readings pointing towards preparing both the world and ourselves for the kingdom of heaven.

The first reading from Isaiah reflects the peace and justice aspect of the Catholic spiritual practice, the outward 'ministry' of the Church. In preparing the way for the Lord, we're called to knockdown all the things in society that separate and divide us from one another, i.e., nationalism, racism, sexism, human trafficking, xenophobic immigration policies, etc. The second and third readings reflect the internal aspect of Catholic spirituality, straightening the crookedness in ourselves and our own lives, with both the sacraments and the community acting as our encouragement and support.

Fr. Charlie said that the kingdom is here, now; and it's up to us to prepare the way by fulfilling the commandments to love God, love our neighbour, and love one another as God loves us. And to me, preparing the way of the Lord by making "straight in the wasteland a highway," filling the valleys, and lowering the mountains means fighting for equality, raising the oppressed and bringing the rich and powerful 'down to earth,' uniting all in a classless society not unlike the Christian community described in Acts: everyone of one heart and mind, holding everything in common and distributing to each according to need (Acts 4:32-35). But whether or not that's how the Church interprets today's readings, Fr. Charlie's homily really touched me and gave me a lot of comfort and encouragement, assuaging my feelings of shame and unworthiness.

We're all unworthy in a sense. We all have the potential to do unskillful things out of greed, aversion, and delusion. And that's really the underlying point of communion—recognizing that we have faults and yet celebrating what's good and holy in all of us, ideally reuniting us in a bond of love and understanding with one another and God, this divine mystery.

After mass, one of the ladies I met in the B- group invited me and another lady (a Holy Name sister) to watch Fr. Michael anoint her and give her a blessing before her back surgery on Wednesday. Fr. Michael anointed her forehead and palms, then had us place our hands on her head as he said a prayer. It seemed like it meant a lot to her, and I felt honoured that she asked me to be there. There are so many people like that at St. Philip, and it moves me how much a part of the community they've made me in such a short time.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

12/6/14

The last couple of weeks have flown by. Thanksgiving seems like yesterday. I wanted to write something about Wednesday's B- group, and here it is already Saturday. I've forgotten half the things that were on my mind. I remember some of it had to do with the discussion about Advent, the time to celebrate the Incarnation, the uniting of heaven and earth.

Fr. Michael pointed out that, in the story of Jesus, God became flesh, uniting heaven and earth. The Incarnation is about God wanting to commune with creation, with us. In that context, Fr. Michael touched upon the role of prayer in opening us up to the presence of God all around us. We think mystical experiences are beyond us, that we're not capable of them, and yet we're naturally drawn towards them, like a deer to a stream of water.

But unlike the deer of the Psalms, our stream is within. Fr. Michael said that numerous passages ask us to turn within and to look for God there, as well as in our interactions with others. The kingdom of God is among us and within us. We are temples of God in which the spirit of God dwells. It's good to set aside some time each day for quiet and solitude, for meditation and prayer, for listening to God.

In contrast to that, the next day I went to the Holiday Ale Fest, and as I started walking home I ran straight into a march protesting the decision not to indict the officer involved in the murder of Eric Garner, as well as the decision not to indict the officer involved in the Ferguson shooting of Michael Brown. I found myself in the front as the group marched from Pioneer Square to the Moda Center, chanting along the way various slogans such as, "No justice, no peace," "Who's lives matter? Black lives matter," etc.

It felt good, right; and being near the front, I started chanting at the top of my lungs, raising my fist and raging against the system with all my being. All that was going through my mind was, "This has to stop, and I have to be on the front line against racism, sexism, and every other kind of discriminatory 'ism' there is. Enough is enough!" Fighting injustice is also a spiritual pursuit, in my opinion.

I also decided to read the New Testament all the way through on Advent Sunday, it being the beginning of a new liturgical year and all. I'm finding a lot of parallels between the teachings of Jesus and those of the Buddha recorded in the Pali Canon. I'll try to take Fr. Michael's advice about using my imagination to make it real and see how it relates to me.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

11/30/14

Today I walked into church and was surprised to see that the green decorations I've become so accustomed to were replaced by purple ones, and Fr. Michael explained to me that it's because it's the beginning of Advent, the first day in the Church's liturgical year.

Still being new to all of this, it's interesting learning about the different liturgical seasons and colours, and how they're meant to shift the focus of one's spiritual practice as the year progresses.

In this case, advent means arrival, and traditionally, it refers to the coming of Jesus, the Messiah, God in the flesh. It's a time of waiting and prayer, the purple expressing a penitential and/or hopeful mood, with the focus being the mystical birth of Jesus and mindfulness of what we're doing in preparation for the 'second coming,' which was reflected in the day's scriptural readings, particularly Mk 13:33-37:

Jesus said to his disciples:
“Be watchful! Be alert!
You do not know when the time will come.
It is like a man traveling abroad.
He leaves home and places his servants in charge,
each with his own work,
and orders the gatekeeper to be on the watch.
Watch, therefore;
you do not know when the Lord of the house is coming,
whether in the evening, or at midnight,
or at cockcrow, or in the morning.
May he not come suddenly and find you sleeping.
What I say to you, I say to all: ‘Watch!’”


For me, too, I suppose, Advent represents the arrival of Jesus and everything he embodies (e.g., love, compassion, forgiveness, etc.); but it also represents more abstract ideas, like the fruits of spiritual awakening that we help cultivate through our spiritual practices.

The exhortation to be watchful and alert, for example, brought to mind similar passages in the suttas of the Pali Canon about the importance of mindfulness and heedfulness; and when the Gospel talks about staying alert and making sure you're doing your work when the master of the house comes, I see it exhorting the spiritual seeker not to neglect their contemplative duties. We must strive to be as alert and aware as possible, to remain attuned to the present moment because that is where God, enlightenment, is found.

Fr. Bill's homily reflected that idea, as well, I thought. He began by telling the same story about Sister Jose Hobday he told in his homily on Thanksgiving of her first experience of God's presence while being surrounded by nature and absorbed in the present moment:

One summer Saturday morning about forty years ago, I was waiting for my friend Juanita to come over. I was about twelve at the time. I became agitated and started complaining, and generally making a nuisance of myself. In fact, I was becoming rather obnoxious to everyone else in the house.

Finally, my father said to me, ‘Get a book, a blanket, and an apple, and get into the car.’ I wanted to know why, but he only repeated the order. So I obeyed. My father drove me about eight miles from home to a canyon area and said, ‘Now get out. We cannot stand you any longer at home! You aren’t fit to live with. Just stay out here by yourself today until you understand better how to act. I’ll come back for you this evening.’ I got out, angry, frustrated, and defiant. I thought immediately of walking home; eight miles was not distance at all to me. Then the thought of meeting my father when I got home took hold, and I quickly changed my mind. I cried and threw the book, apple and blanket over the canyon edge. I had been dumped and I was furious.

But it is hard to keep up a good, rebellious cry with no audience, so finally there was nothing to do but face up to the day alone. I sat on the rim of the canyon, kicking dirt and trying to get control of myself. After a couple of hours, as noon approached, I began to get hungry. I located the apple and climbed down to retrieve it—as well as the book and blanket. Upon reaching the top of the rim, I saw a pinon tree nearby which offered some shade. I spread the blanket in the shade, put the book under my head, and began to eat the apple.

I eventually became aware of a change of attitude. As I looked through the branches into the sky, a great sense of peace and beauty came to me. The clouds sat in still puffs, the blue was endless, and I began to take in their spaciousness. I thought about the way I had acted and why my father had treated me so harshly. Understanding began to come, and I became more objective about my behavior. I found myself getting in touch with my feelings, and with the world around me. Nature was my mother holding me for comfort and healing. I became aware of being part of it all, and I found myself thinking of God.

I wanted harmony. I wanted to hold the feeling of mystery. I wanted to be a better person. It was a prayerful time, a time of deep silence. I felt in communion with much that I could not know, but to which I was drawn. This sense lasted a long time, perhaps a few hours. I found I liked being alone and enjoyed the rich emptiness. It was as if I had met another person—me—and concluded I was not so bad after all.

By the time my father came to get me, I was restored. My father did not press me about the day. He asked no questions, and I gave him no answers. But I was different, and we both knew it. My father had dumped me into solitude and had challenged me to grow. Before I got out of the car, I thanked him. And from then on, especially during the summer, I would take a day to go off alone. I loved those times of solitude, of contemplation, and of prayer. I loved the world, and the God I had met that day. This habit of seeking solitude has stayed with me all these years.


In Sister Jose Hobday's experience of finding God in the quiet and solitude of nature, I saw similarities to the Buddha's encouragement to his monks and nuns to live and practice meditation in the wilderness, and the bliss of the Venerable Bhaddiya when recollecting the peace and happiness he discovered while practicing in the seclusion of the wilderness.

He also spoke about mindfulness and its role in helping redirect the 'monkey-mind' from negative and distracting thoughts to an awareness of the present and the presence of God in our lives, as well as how our experiences of suffering can help lead us towards that presence if we learn to wait and watch — to sit in the dark, awake, ready to see the light — referencing Mary Oliver's poem, "The Uses of Sorrow":

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.


This, of course, is something I'm quite familiar with since Buddhism specializes in utilizing the unsatisfactoriness and suffering (dukkha) in life as a motivation and means of gnosis.

Afterwards, Fr. Bill gave a talk on the spirituality of Isaac Hecker, the founder of the Paulist Fathers, which sadly few stayed around to hear. The focus was his mystical experiences and how he put them to work, with a number of quotes we took turns reading and a mindfulness exercise we were encouraged to try.

Surprisingly, there was a lot I could relate to, especially the progression of Fr. Hecker's spiritual journey. Like me, he had mystical experiences and a deep, spiritual yearning starting at a young age, and he spent a lot of his early years trying to find a spiritual tradition that could validate and/or nurture his inner experience of God, being inspired by the Transcendentalist movement before finally finding a home in the Catholic Church.

It definitely gave me a lot to think about; and my experiences at St. Philip these past few weeks have convinced me that I'm in the right place. I just wish more people appreciated the contemplative side of the Church as much as I do.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

11/27/14

Last night, I volunteered with some friends at the Oregon Food Bank packing 3 lb bags of frozen corn on the cob that'll get distributed to individuals and families in need around Oregon. All together, we helped bag and box 16,711 lbs of corn in about 2 hours.

Today, I spent the morning helping out at St. Philip's Thanksgiving dinner after mass (I especially enjoyed Fr. Bill's story about Sister Jose Hobday during the homily). Even though I was mainly just serving food, getting people something to drink, and clearing empty dishes, I got a chance to talk to a lot of nice people who didn't have anywhere else to go and/or no one to eat with.

Most seemed to really appreciate having a place to go and the generosity of everyone that made it all possible; and a lot appreciated the company, except the one guy who chastised us for over-serving the table. It was a great experience. It also made me thankful for the friends and family that I have and sometimes take for granted and forget to thank because I get so caught up in myself.

As much as I think about giving my time to help others, the more I reflect on the spirit of Mt 25:31-46, the more I'm inspired to actually do it. Plus, it kind of feels good doing something to help others. I think my heart grew half a size these past two days.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

11/23/14

Today is the last day of the year in the Church's liturgical calendar, so I thought it was fitting that the Gospel reading was the parable of sheep and goats in Matthew, by far one of my favourite passages in the Bible. Fr. Michael's homily summarized the parable by saying that we don't treat darkness with more darkness, or violence with more violence, but by being a community of shepherds and healers (bringing to mind Dhammapada verses 3-6). We should continually ask ourselves, How have I treated others today?

This is the single most important teaching for me. Everything flows out of it and leads to it. In this parable, Jesus teaches that, to enter the kingdom of heaven, one must help relieve the suffering of others (to possess a mind suffused with bodhicitta from a Buddhist point of view). The teaching itself arises out of a spirit of love, compassion, and generosity, and the spiritual practices we do are designed to help us develop these qualities within our heart. Have I found the lost? Have I bound the injured? Have I fed and clothed and comforted those in need? It's not rocket science. These are the important questions in life.

It's also one of the hardest teachings for me to put into practice. I'm lost myself, and more than not, I'm too busy worrying about feeding and clothing and comforting myself to pay much attention to the people around me. I ask myself how I've treated others today, and the answer disappoints me. If I were to be judged today, I'm afraid that I'd be counted among the goats rather than the sheep. Buddhism teaches that the more we cling, the harder it is to let go and truly give. Maybe that's why Jesus encouraged his followers to deny themselves and give up everything to follow him into the 'kingdom of heaven.'

Saturday, November 22, 2014

11/22/14

The Pacific Hermitage monks were in town tonight. Since Ajahn Karunadhammo went back to Abhayagiri, the newly-arrived Ajahn Jotipalo is taking his place as the most senior monk at the hermitage. A group of students from Jesuit High School sat in, as well.

Ajahn Jotipalo told a lot of stories about himself throughout the night that I found interesting. Before the meditation session, during tea time, he talked about working at the Insight Meditation Society and hearing stories about Dipa Ma and the psychic abilities she had. In response to another question, he talked about how synchronicities are statistically quite common and/or often the result of the way we interpret data (i.e., focusing on commonalities and not differences), but he also mentioned a few that occurred in his life.

After the meditation and Dhamma talk, the high school students were encouraged to ask questions, and he talked about growing up in a Methodist family, discovering Buddhism and having a near-death/out-of-body experience in Nepal, some of the tudong walks he's done in the US (one of which was with Fr. William Skudlarek, a Benedictine monk from St. John's Abbey in Collegeville, MN), and how his experiences have given him a strong conviction in the goodness of people.

It's somewhat surprising to me that one of the main insights he's gained from all of his experiences is about our capabilities for goodness. But I have to say that, through all of my experiences at PFoD and St. Philip, I, too, am starting to develop such a conviction.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

11/20/14

It's kind of hard to believe that so much time has already passed, but yesterday was the next to last inquiry class for the year. The topic was, "Jesus: Who is He for me?"

Unfortunately, I had to miss the B- group meeting because the inquiry class was moved to the same day due to Thanksgiving. I was sad that I had to miss it, but I told Barbara that I'd be there. I also told her about some of the misgivings I had, like my disagreement with some of the Church's positions and my heretical-leaning musings, and she said that it'd be good to get together and talk about it when it's convenient for both of us.

The topic in and of itself was a good one for me in that I've been struggling with that very question for a long time. Fr. Charlie started the night off with some of his ideas about Jesus and how his perception of, and relationship with, Jesus has changed over the years. He also explored the way each of the Gospel writers saw Jesus, and why they focused on certain aspects of his life and teachings, which I thought was interesting. (I wish I'd taken better notes, though.)

Afterwards, Fr. Charlie asked the other facilitators, Frank, Barbara, and Rose, to talk a little about which aspect of Jesus stood out most for them. Frank said that it was Jesus as a social revolutionary that really stood out to him. Barbara said she connected most with Jesus as a healer, of spirit as much as body. And Rose said she appreciated Jesus as a teacher. Then he asked the three of us in the class the same question, and I said that for me, it was definitely Jesus' role as social revolutionary that appealed to me.

Jesus the man challenged the religious and political authorities of his time for being both rigid and corrupt. He ate with tax-collectors and sinners (i.e, unsavoury people), and criticized the greed of the wealthy. He championed the poor and destitute, and he taught about love and forgiveness. He had no love for money, and he attacked the foundation of social classes, preaching that we're all made in God's image, and that what we do to the least among us, we do to God.

Thinking about it some more, I see Jesus as a bodhisattva of sorts, an enlightened being pointing the way towards spiritual awakening. He's divine and descended from royalty, yet he comes to serve rather than to be served. He teaches that, to enter the kingdom of heaven, one must help relieve the suffering of others (i.e., possess a mind suffused with bodhicitta. He lives a life of selflessness, healing the sick, comforting those in need, and preaching compassion, harmlessness, and forgiveness.

I still don't entirely know who Jesus is for me yet, but I think I'm starting to at least form an idea; and the image of Jesus that's forming is of someone worth following.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

11/16/14 (2)

Before the start of mass today, I was sitting quietly and trying to meditate on the peace of God, i.e., the peace of the unconditioned. As I was doing this, the question arose, If we're conditioned beings, how can we experience something unconditioned? If our experience is characterized by impermanence, how can we experience that which is timeless?

Then the thought occurred to me that, even though our minds and bodies evolved out of a continually evolving universe, maybe the unconditioned can be an object of cognition, radically transforming our conscious experience. Or that maybe there's an aspect of consciousness or divine nature within us (call it a soul, buddha-nature, or what have you) that's simply obscured. Or perhaps consciousness itself is a quality that's present in some form in nature all the way down to the subatomic level, even the fabric of reality itself.

The idea isn't necessarily that crazy. I tend to agree with Bertrand Russell, for example, that the more we understand about matter (i.e., energy), the more it seems the word itself becomes "no more than a conventional shorthand for stating causal laws concerning events" (An Outline of Philosophy). One possibility arising out of this is that what we call 'mind' and 'matter,' or nama-rupa in Buddhism, may ultimately be groups or structures of events arising from a substance that's neither wholly mental nor material, but in between the two a la neutral monism, i.e., the distinction between the two might not be as rigid as it appears.

From this perspective, I find myself increasingly comparing God to the pure Mind of Zen, the substance of all phenomena, out of which all experience unfolds. And when thinking about awakening or spiritual union with God, I see it as simply Mind recognizing itself, Mind seeing Mind, divine nature partaking of divine nature. It made sense at the time, at least.

11/16/14

I've found myself in a bit of a conundrum this week. On the one hand, if things continue in the direction they are, I'll find myself being initiated into the Catholic Church on Holy Saturday, April 4th. It's kind of strange to think about it considering my past issues with the Church, as well as my current disagreements with a number of Church positions; but I can't deny that this path feels like the right one for me at the moment. It's been an unexpected journey, but it's also been a rewarding one.

I really enjoyed my time at mass today, for example. Fr. Charlie gave a nice homily on success and using our talents in the right way based on the day's Scripture readings, i.e., to utilize the skills and talents we have by sharing them with others, to give them as gifts as Jesus commanded his apostles to do. He ended with a story that reinforced St. Paul's exhortation to "stay alert and sober," the lesson being, "Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!" And after mass, I stayed for the monthly french toast breakfast and got to talk with a lot of nice people, like Fr. Michael, Fr. Charlie, a lady named Connie, and some of the people from the inquiry class.

On the other, I'm wondering if it's something I should actually pursue, and a number of questions are starting to arise as I take the idea seriously. One is, Should I do it even though I don't entirely agree with all of the official positions of the Church? Is there room for dissent? Another issue is that some of the ideas I find myself entertaining border on heresies found in Pelagianism (e.g., the possibility that one is capable of choosing good or evil without Divine aid), Origenism (e.g., the possible pre-existence of beings prior to this life and the possibility of universal salvation), Americanism (e.g., the desirability of separation of church and state and the need for Church doctrine to evolve along with society), etc.

There's a lot about Catholicism that I find appealing, especially the contemplative aspects and the spiritual nourishment I've been receiving at St. Philip. However, I disagree with the Church's positions on things like women priests, married clergy, same-sex marriage, birth control, etc., which gives me pause. I feel strongly about equality, and in turn, my image of God is a God of love and equality, so it's hard to accept people in positions of authority saying women shouldn't be priests, gay relationships are sinful and same-sex marriage should be illegal, women shouldn’t have control over their bodies and reproductive choices, etc. And admitting all of that, I wonder if there's a place for me in the Church as an institution. I don't want to be excommunicated as soon as I'm confirmed.

I know I could simply keep these things to myself, but that feels dishonest and I wouldn't feel right keeping many of them to myself. Some, like the role of grace in choosing good, aren't really that important, and I could keep quiet about them since they're just speculations and not why I'm attracted to the Church. Who cares how or why I choose to do good as long as I'm doing good? But others, like my support of same-sex couples, are important to me, and I won't stop supporting equal rights for all just because the prevailing attitude of the Church is that discrimination is justified. Even though it may put me into difficult positions, I'm always going to stand up for what I feel in my heart to be right.

But that leads me back to my conundrum. I feel like I'm on this path for a reason. Despite my past aversion to Christianity in general, and Catholicism in particular, I feel at home at St. Philip. I look forward to each Wednesday and Sunday there. I'm full of new appreciation for the Church and what it has to offer spiritually. I want to fully participate in mass; and at some point in the future, I'd really like to attend the monastic life retreat at Our Lady. I just wonder if I'm truly on the right track.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

11/15/14

At work the other day, I was sitting and thinking about how people often want to see their own ideal of perfection in others, especially those who live a 'religious' life. They look at you and expect you to think and act a certain way; and if you don't, it upsets them. But I think that people often forget an important aspect of spirituality, which is the recognition of imperfection. In striving for holiness, we must also recognize imperfection in ourselves, which requires humility, as well as in others, which requires wisdom.

From the Buddhist perspective, I think this is reflected in the idea of the practice being "a gradual training, a gradual doing, a gradual practice in respect of this dhamma and discipline" (MN 107). Until we fully awaken, our actions are going to be coloured by greed, aversion, and delusion to some degree. And from the Christian standpoint, I think this is reflected in the Eucharist, which is ultimately a sacrament of reconciliation, reconciling us with both God/Dhamma and one another.

I may be wrong about this, of course, since I'm rather new to all of this; but to me, the act of communion is all about recognizing our imperfections and realizing that even in our imperfect state, we are one with God and each other. That unity may be obscured; but even in spite of our flaws and our ignorance and our weaknesses, we are all welcomed to the kingdom of heaven. Not in the sense of some mystical place in death, but right here, right now. We are God's building, no matter how dilapidated our 'temple' may be.

That's not to say this sort of recognition is easy to achieve, let alone sustain. We tend to create our own world of ideals and perceptions that takes time to deconstruct; and in that world, we have the habit of justifying our shortcomings and condemning those of others, sometimes quite unconsciously. That's what I think makes the rite of reconciliation so important, because it's constantly trying to remind us of our own imperfections as much as it is the potential for perfection and spiritual union that lies within.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

11/11/14

Since I had the day off, I went to St. Philip for the 8am mass. It was a small, intimate service, the day commemorating the feast of St. Martin of Tours, which I thought was interesting because I was just reading about him and his contribution to Western monasticism in the introduction to The Rules of St. Benedict the other day. After mass, Fr. Bill asked if I'd like to join him for coffee, so we went across the street to New Seasons and talked for a while.

We talked a little about our pasts, as well as spirituality. He asked what brought me to Catholicism, and I attempted to give a summary of my roundabout journey. I mentioned that I wasn't raised in any religious tradition and that I was free to explore religion in a relaxed and natural way. I told him of my experience with paganism and Buddhism, about my stay at Our Lady, which really got me interested in the contemplative side of Catholicism, and about the list of coincidences that led me to where I am now.

It was nice talking to Fr. Bill, although I got the feeling that he partially wanted to get to know me better in order to gauge whether I could help him with his mission of getting young adults interested in the Church, which is definitely quite a challenge. Young adults are relatively complacent where they are in life, and the intoxication of youth and the joys of worldly life often overshadow spiritual concerns. But unlike a lot of people my age, I think, I'm drawn towards spiritual matters and really enjoy spending time with spiritual people and at spiritual places, and I'm becoming a regular face at St. Philip.

After that, I decided to finally visit the Grotto, even though it probably wasn't the best day weather-wise to go. The wind was fierce and cold and went right through my light jacket. I looked around, bought a small date-nut cake made by the monks at Our Lady from the gift shop, and attended their noon mass. There were quite a few people in the large chapel, and I rather enjoyed the homily, which was primarily about the importance of serving others.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

11/9/14

I've been trying to practice with the St. Francis prayer this week with limited success. It's hard for me to maintain a prayerful attitude for long, and being an instrument of peace isn't particularly easy for me; but when I have, I notice a difference in myself and my interactions with people. I hope I can stick with it.

Yesterday, I wandered into the Powell's at Cedar Hills Crossing and picked up a copy of Anthony Meisel and M. L. del Mastro's translation of The Rules of St. Benedict. I've been looking at it for a while; and now that I'm almost to the end of The Sign of Jonas, it felt like a good time to familiarize myself with the foundation of Cistercian monasticism.

At mass today, the readings were about buildings, and specifically temples, it being the feast of the dedication of the Lateran Basilica in Rome. The first, from Ezekiel 47, contained the image of life-giving water flowing from under the threshold of the temple, which freshens the polluted waters of the sea. The second was from 1 Corinthians, where St. Paul talks about being temples of God in which the spirit of God dwells. And the third was the famous scene of Jesus overturning the money-changers' table, and where he says, "Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up."

Fr. Michael's homily started with reaffirming that we are a dwelling place of God, that the kingdom of heaven is within us. When Jesus said, "Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up," he wasn't referring to the temple of Jerusalem, but to himself. And in commemorating a physical building, Fr. Michael offered that it's not what goes into a building that's important, it's what comes out. We go in to celebrate and to be strengthened, and we come out to live what we celebrate within—love.

After the service, I talked to a number of people and was surprised by how many recognized me and knew my name. Most were from the B- group and the inquiry class, but a few were new. It was nice. It made me feel like part of the community. I've quickly grown to look forward to Wednesdays and Sundays.

Friday, November 7, 2014

11/7/14

I went to PFoD for their new Friday night program, Investigations. The night begins with some reflections, then a short 30min meditation session, and finishes with a discussion about the topic. The theme for the night was the place of joy in the practice. Many of the teachings in the Pali Canon talk about the dangers and drawbacks of joy and sensual pleasure because of our tendency to cling to them and take them as our refuge, investing our hope of lasting happiness in them despite their ephemeral nature. But joy and pleasure in and of themselves aren't unwholesome things, and the Pali Canon also talks about blameless forms of happiness and pleasure, as well as how to use them in one's practice. I spent most of the night meditating and reflecting on what everyone said, contemplating my own difficulties with seeking pleasure and taking refuge in delight. It reminded me that one of the first things that drew me towards ancient Greek philosophy was the idea that we can, and should, become masters of our passions rather than their servants.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

11/6/14

The last couple of weeks have been kind of rough for me, and I don't have much energy or motivation lately. After my experience at PFoD Friday abd Saturday, I have a redoubled sense of needing to put more effort into my spiritual practice; but at the same time, I don't have much to give at the moment. On top of that, I'm not happy at my low-paying, unfulfilling job; and I don't have any confidence in myself or know my place in the world. I've been sad and angry and lonely, and unsure of what to do to make things better.

Last night at the B- meeting, however, Fr. Michael touched upon prayer, and what he said helped. He said that prayer is ultimately a transformative process, that it's about waking up: waking up to our sinfulness (unskillful behaviour), to our relationship with God (the absolute) and the people around us (interdependence), etc. He said that, in prayer, we need to slow down and become what we pray. It's not just about reciting the words ritualistically, it's a contemplative act. As an example, he handed out the prayer of St. Francis:

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, harmony;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.

Not only is the prayer itself beautifully worded and full of compassion, love, and selflessness/humility (all things that I need to strengthen in myself), but it's something to be put into practice, to become. Fr. Michael asked us to imagine the transformative potential of taking a line or two to work on for a whole day or even week—to mentally recite it throughout the day and try to really live it. And then just imagine if we did that for, say, the next 28 years, letting ourselves become immersed in prayer and allowing it to help change us. It's a contemplative approach to prayer, as well as a practical one.

After the meeting, he also gave me some encouraging words about my lack of confidence and not knowing my place in the world. He told me about the journey he took in becoming a priest, and said that I shouldn't feel like I have to have everything figured out right now. He said that the most important thing to do is to keep talking about these things because that's how opportunities (and discernment) arise. He also encouraged me to spend some more time at Our Lady of Guadalupe, which is definitely something I want to do.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

11/2/14

I woke up today with a sore throat, but still felt good enough to go to mass. I made it a point to go since it's All Souls Day and I wanted to honour the people in my life who are no longer here. I was early, and so got to spend some time talking with Fr. Bill, which was nice. He asked me if I was going to become Catholic, and I answered honestly that it seems like I'm going in that direction, but we'll see. He's very easy to get along with, and I'd like to talk to him more in the future. His homily was a mixture of reflections on Pope Francis' words to go where it's difficult and listen, bringing up the Holy Faith Sisters' mission to the border area of Mexico to help provide spiritual and humanitarian aid to those in need, and the loss of loved ones. It was nice even though the topic was a rather solemn one.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

11/1/14

Yesterday, instead of going out with friends, I went to PFoD to see Ajahn Thanissaro, who's visiting from Wat Metta. The night followed the general schedule when monks visit: tea, casual discussion, meditation, Dhamma talk and Q and A. Being Halloween, the topic of the talk was fear, but with a Buddhist twist. Rather than being afraid of things outside, like ghosts, goblins, zombies, or even wild animals, we should really fear the unskillful things that come up in the mind and how acting on those things harms ourselves and others.

At one point, he said that one of the reasons zombies are so popular right now is because of our culture and how we're afraid, unconsciously or otherwise, of consumerism and other memes infecting us and turning us into zombies. He compared these things to the parasites in nature that infect other animals and make them do things that aren't in their best interest, but are in the best interest of the parasite. In the same way, things like greed, hatred, and delusion, or the things in society that arise out of and prey upon the greed, hatred, and delusion in our minds, make us do things that aren't in our best interest. When walking down a grocery store aisle, what makes us grab the things that we know aren't good for us?

In a sense, our minds can be our own worst enemies, and it's within our minds that real suffering arises. To help counter the influence of greed, hatred, and delusion, as well as to distill fear, Buddhism offers four guardian meditations to put the mind in the present, nourish it, and help it discern which ideas are worth listening to and which aren't: recollection of the Buddha, goodwill, foulness of body meditation, and recollection of death. From a transcript of a similar talk given at Wat Metta:

There's a series of meditations called guardian meditations, which are very helpful in using skillful perceptions to get the mind in the right mood, in the right attitude, with the right understanding, as you come into the present moment. You'll often find, as you're sitting here meditating on the breath, that the problem is not with the breath. It's with the mental baggage you're carrying with you. So you want to open up the bags and throw out all the unnecessary weight. There's an image they have in Thailand of the old woman who carries around a huge bundle of straw on her back. She's always bent over because she's carrying so much straw. People ask her why she doesn't put it down, and she says, "Well, someday this straw's going to come in handy, so I'm carrying it for the day I'll need it." So she carries it wherever she goes. Of course there are many other things she could be carrying, but she can't because the straw is such a huge bundle, and of course it's pretty useless.

So you want to look into your baggage to see how much straw you're carrying around, so that you can lighten your load. Then you can replace it with better things, things that really will be useful. And the guardian meditations are a good way of sorting things out in your baggage.

The first guardian meditation is recollection of the Buddha, keeping in mind his Awakening, reflecting on it as a central event in the history of the world. The fact of his Awakening shows that through human effort true happiness can be found. It's an important point to keep in mind because so much of our modern culture tries to say, "Hey. You can't have an ultimate and deathless happiness, but you can have the happiness that comes from our eggbeater with an MP3 player built right into the handle," or whatever. In other words, they keep you focused on what you can get out of buying their stuff, which is all pretty miserable. How many articles in The Onion are based on this: "Woman discovers that buying that new mop did not deliver the fulfillment that she hoped it would bring to her life." In other words, our culture keeps us aiming pretty low: "Go for the quick fix. Go for something that doesn't require any effort or skill on your part, just money." They dress it up, make it sound like you'll be really happy if you buy their stuff.

So it's important to keep in mind that there was someone in the past who found true happiness and it was through his own efforts. And, as he said, it wasn't because he was a special god or anything. It was simply through developing qualities of mind that we can all develop — man, woman, child, lay or ordained: ardency, resolution, heedfulness. We all have these qualities to some extent. It's simply a matter of developing them. The same with virtue, concentration, discernment: These are things we all have to some extent. It's simply a matter of learning how to make them all-around.

So when you're tempted to go for the quick but short happiness, remind yourself, "The Buddha says that true happiness is possible, and that it can be gained through human effort." Do you want to live your life without exploring that possibility? Or do you just want to write it off?

In this way, keeping the Buddha's Awakening in mind is an important perception, an important perspective, to bring to all of your experiences. And there are many other things that you can gain by thinking about the Buddha's life: the sort of person he was, his last message to be heedful. He was the sort of person who had already found true happiness. He didn't need to gain anything from anyone else, but he went out and he taught for 45 years, walking around Northern India. Wherever there was someone who was ready to be taught, ready to benefit from his teachings, he would walk there. That's the kind of person who taught this Dhamma. Not someone who was running a retreat center and needed to bring in cash, and who was willing to say anything to attract clientele, but someone acting totally out of pure motives, pure compassion. So that's the kind of practice we're practicing as we follow his path. And it's ennobling for us to practice in that lineage.

So these are good perceptions to hold in mind. Especially when you're getting discouraged or tempted to give up on the practice, or if you think, "Well, maybe I'm not up to this": Remember that the essential qualities for Awakening are qualities that everybody can develop. But we have to develop them ourselves. We can't depend on anyone outside to come and do it for us. That's the other part of the message of the Buddha's life, the part that keeps you on your toes.

The second guardian meditation is goodwill. You want to bring an attitude of goodwill to everybody around you. When the Buddha talked about goodwill in the brahma-viharas, it wasn't ordinary, everyday goodwill. It was goodwill all around, without limit. That's not easy. It doesn't come naturally to us. We tend to have goodwill for certain people, and not so much for other people. As a result, our actions very easily turn unskillful. It's very easy to do harm to the people we don't care about or who aren't on our list of people who deserve to be happy. And it's also easy to drop people from the list when the mood strikes us, to treat even the people we love in unskillful ways.

So to protect yourself from that kind of unskillful action, you've got to learn how to make your goodwill all-around, 24/7. That doesn't mean creating a cloud machine that sends out billowing clouds in all directions to hide your lack of goodwill. When you start spreading thoughts of goodwill, first you spread it to people who are easy — the people you already love and like — and then to people who are harder. Even though you don't like them, you can ask yourself: "Why would I not want this person to be happy?" After all, when people aren't happy, they can do cruel and miserable things. The world would be a better place if everyone could find true happiness inside, regardless of whether you like them or not, or whether they've been good or not, or whether they're on your list of the "deserving." And besides, who made you the National Bureau of Standards? Why should your likes and dislikes rule the world? In this way, goodwill meditation is meant to be a challenge for you to really think through why you'd want to limit your goodwill, and to remind yourself of why it's good to have goodwill for everyone. You can't act on harmful intentions if your goodwill is all around. This is why it's called a guardian meditation.

The third guardian meditation is of the foulness of the body. A lot of people don't like this one. If we took a poll of meditators here in the West, we'd probably find this at the bottom of the list of popular meditation topics, yet it's very useful. Some people say, "Hey, I've already got a negative body image. Why do you want me to make it even more negative?" Well, there's healthy negative body image, as well as an unhealthy one. Unhealthy is when you see that your body is ugly, but other people have beautiful bodies. Healthy is when you see that we all have the same garbage inside ourselves: Nobody's liver would win the Miss Universe contest. This contemplation is helpful because it's a guardian. It protects you from inappropriate lust. There are so many people out there you could feel lust for, but if you acted on it you'd create a lot of trouble. Even if you're not practicing celibacy, you need a way to guard yourself against that kind of vagrant lust. So the next time you see an attractive person, instead of weaving all sorts of narratives from the ideas and associations you've developed around beauty, it's good to teach yourself other narratives, other associations. Right under the skin, what have you got? You've got all these blood vessels and nerves and uck! And as you go deeper, it's gets more uck! And what do you gain out of lusting for that? Why would you want it?

This sort of contemplation really goes against the grain, which is one of the reasons why it's useful to reflect on over and over and over again. Ajaan Maha Boowa keeps making the point: Don't count the number of times you've reflected on the foulness of the body. Just keep doing it until it's done its job. After all, our lusting after the human body is what led us to be born. This is what keeps us wanting to come back, and it makes us do really stupid things. So this contemplation is a useful tool to have in your arsenal. It's a useful new set of perceptions to develop. Our perceptions of beauty are dangerous, so it's good to learn how to see that beautiful bodies are not really beautiful. All you have to do is look inside a little bit and you see all kinds of stuff that can kill the lust if you really allow yourself to look at the body as a whole, and not just at the few parts you tend to focus on as being attractive.

The fourth guardian meditation is recollection of death. For most people this is pretty disturbing and depressing, but it's meant to be used in a way that's inspiring, that helps us to follow the path beyond death to the deathless. Remind yourself that we've got this practice that allows us to prepare for death and transcend it. Have you fully developed it? Are you really prepared? And the answer is almost always No. Okay, then, you've got work to do.

This is a good antidote for laziness. There's a great sutta where the Buddha talks about eight reasons for laziness and eight reasons for being diligent, and for both lists the external conditions are the same. You can be lazy because you're feeling sick; you can be lazy because you are about to go on a trip; you can be lazy because you've just gotten back from a trip; you can be lazy because you just recovered from an illness; you can be lazy because you haven't eaten enough; you can be lazy because you've eaten too much. But you can also use those circumstances to remind yourself: "I don't have much time." When you just recover from an illness, instead of saying, "I'm still weak, I'm not quite well yet, let me rest," you remind yourself: "I could get sick again. I could have a relapse, but at least now I've some strength, let me give this strength to the practice." If you haven't eaten enough, remind yourself, "The body is light; I'm not spending all that time and energy digesting my food, so I've got more energy now for the practice." You've got the right conditions for sitting very quietly, very still.

So your attitude is what's going to make the difference between whether the circumstances you've got right now are reasons for laziness or reasons for diligence. When you remind yourself that you don't know how much time you've got, it should stir you to action — so that when the time comes, when you really do have to go, you're ready, prepared. You've got the concentration, you've got the power of discernment, you've got the strength of mind to deal with whatever comes your way.

If you sit around saying, "Please may I not die, please may I not die," someday you'll still have to die no matter how much you plead. A wiser attitude would be: "Please may I be ready when the time comes. May I have the strength to deal with any difficulty that might come my way." Then you realize that this is something you have in your power: to work on those strengths. After all, we've got the example of how the Buddha died. This is why these two recollections — recollection of the Buddha and recollection of death — go well together. The Buddha shows you how you can prepare. You look at the way he died: one last trip through all the jhanas. He died with no suffering at all and gained total release. It's possible for a human being to do this. If you think that comparing yourself to the Buddha is too much of a stretch, think about the members of the Sangha. You can read the verses of the elder monks and the elder nuns. Some of them were pretty miserable, total losers in meditation at first, and yet they were able to pull themselves together. They could do it; you can do it.

So these four contemplations are guardian meditations to bring wisdom into your perception of things, the labels and ideas you bring to your experience. The more you develop them, then the better the set of associations, the better the set of narratives you bring to, say, just the fact you're breathing, or the fact you're seeing, hearing, tasting, or touching things in the present moment. In other words, what you bring into the present moment is going to make all the difference.


Today, Ajahn Thanissaro hosted a daylong retreat on 'recognizing the Dhamma' based on a study guide by the same name. The first half of the day was devoted to meditation, while the remainder was dedicated to covering the material. There were a lot of things covered throughout the day, and I've forgotten more than I remember, but the framework of the material was helpful. One of the strong points of Buddhist contemplativism, in my opinion, is the depth and structure with which the Buddha's contemplative practices and the ideas underlying them are laid out in the Pali Canon; and Ajahn Thanissaro is particularly skilled at collecting complementary teachings together in a clear, concise, and practical way.

The daylong both reaffirmed my appreciation for Buddhism and made me feel a bit discouraged by highlighting the sheer amount of work I still have to do. For me, the main thing I got from it all was that I really need to motivate myself more. Going through the passages in Recognizing the Dhamma, everything sounded so simple. But I know from experience that putting most of these things into practice is a lot easier said than done, and I felt a sense of shame in how lazy I've been in my practice. I feel like I've let myself down. And worst of all, I feel like I've let others down. I want to get serious about my practice, but at the same time, there are so many TV shows I need to catch up on and I can't stop thinking about what I'm going to do for breakfast tomorrow before mass. It seems like my life revolves around sensual pleasures and planning for the next pleasant experience.

Just about everything I do, in some shape or form, revolves around pleasure, even my suffering. It's not a novel thought by any means; but it's the first time I've really understood it on an intuitive level. Take something simple and innocuous like bike riding, for example. Riding in and of itself is pleasurable, especially on a nice day and a pleasant trail. Working out my body is pleasurable too, getting me in better shape — making me feel better about myself, which is psychologically pleasurable — and producing endorphins, which is both physically and psychologically pleasurable. But when biking ceases to be pleasurable, that absence of pleasure is a form of suffering. If I start to develop pain while riding, I suffer. If the trail is too busy, I suffer. If the weather changes for the worse, I suffer. My pleasure is interrupted or transformed into its opposite.

Same with just about anything, really. When I go out with my friends, it's with the expectation that their company is going to be pleasurable, as is the food we're going to eat, the beer we're going to drink, etc. But if the wrong people are around, or they don't have the particular kind of beer I like, suffering, unsatisfactoriness (a mild form to be sure). And when I decide to stay home, it's generally because I'm feeling down or depressed or generally just shitty and the thought of being around people at that moment in time seems like anything but pleasurable.

I used to think Epicurus' hedonist philosophy was overly simplistic, reducing everything to the pleasure principle; but the more I think about it, the more profound and pragmatic I find it to be, and I find a lot of similarities between the middle way of Buddhism (i.e., the middle way between the two extremes of self-mortification and self-indulgence) and the hedonism of Epicurus.

Epicurus' philosophy, for example, was aimed at attaining ataraxia, peace of mind and freedom from fear, and aponia, the absence of pain, via a system of ethics, rational thinking/contemplation, and a secluded, moderate lifestyle. His hedonism wasn't so much unlimited indulgence in sensual pleasures as it was about balance. Epicurus himself held that the absence of pain was the highest pleasure (compare that to the idea of nibbana being the highest bliss a la Dhp 202-04), and he favoured static pleasure over dynamic pleasure. The difference is explained by Bertrand Russell in A History of Western Philosophy using hunger as an example:

Dynamic pleasures consist in the attainment of a desired end, the previous desire having been accompanied by pain. Static pleasures consist in a state of equilibrium, which results from the existence of the kind of state of affairs that would be desired if it were absent. I think one may say that the satisfying of hunger, while it is in progress, is a dynamic pleasure, but the state of quiescence which supervenes when hunger is completely satisfied is a static pleasure. Of these two kinds, Epicurus holds it more prudent to pursue the second, since it is unalloyed, and does not depend upon the existence of pain as a stimulus to desire. When the body is in a state of equilibrium, there is no pain; we should, therefore, aim at equilibrium and the quiet pleasures rather than the more violent joys. Epicurus, it seems, would wish, if it were possible, to be always in the state of having eaten moderately, never in that of voracious desire to eat. (233)

This doesn't mean, of course, that you constantly stuff your face, but that you eat moderately, just enough to keep the body from experiencing the pain of hunger but not so much that it experiences the pain of overeating. In fact, Epicurus himself, contrary to popular belief, bordered on asceticism, renouncing sex and living off of little more than bread and cheese. The Buddha had a similar attitude towards food (among other things), as well. For example, from AN 4.37:

And how does a monk know moderation in eating? There is the case where a monk, considering it appropriately, takes his food not playfully, nor for intoxication, nor for putting on bulk, nor for beautification, but simply for the survival & continuance of this body, for ending its afflictions, for the support of the holy life, thinking, 'I will destroy old feelings [of hunger] & not create new feelings [from overeating]. Thus I will maintain myself, be blameless, & live in comfort.' This is how a monk knows moderation in eating.


Just as we seem to instinctively avoid pain because it's unpleasant and causes us suffering (motivating us to be rid of it if at all possible), indulging too much in sensual pleasures can quickly become unpleasant, a source of suffering. I eat too much delicious food, my stomach hurts. I drink too much delicious beer, my head hurts. And it can even get more complicated when we derive pleasure from pain itself. But at the heart of it is our desire for pleasure, and boredom is one of our biggest enemies, forever driving us to seek new pleasures—an endless cycle of grasping at shadows to fill a primordial void that can't psychologically or physiologically be filled. Thinking about it this way, though, is a little depressing.

Sure, we may find new and entertaining things that give us some happiness and pleasure and help the time go by; but in the end, it's really the same old shit that never truly satisfies us. Not only do we have to endlessly consume food to keep our bodies alive, eventually getting bored of eating the same things, and often eating things that might taste good but aren't particularly good for us (causing us ill health and suffering in the future), we also endlessly consume experiences that eventually bore us and/or aren't good for us in the long run. And none of them, in the final analysis, are truly satisfying—we go on craving and consuming, craving and consuming, until our bodies/minds just eventually give out.

Our thirst for pleasure seems unquenchable, and realizing this on a deep, existential level makes me appreciate philosophies that try to steer the ship of our desires away from the rocky shores of sensual pleasure and towards a true and lasting happiness that isn't dependent on any conditions whatsoever. Pleasant experiences aren't evil in and of themselves, of course; but if we spend most of our time and energy planning for them and acquiring them rather than training our minds, we're ultimately setting ourselves up for disappointment, something I think consistent with the spirit of James 4.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

10/26/14

People seem surprised when they find out I've been spending a lot of time at a Catholic church lately, and I can't blame them. It's definitely not something people expect of me, nor something I ever expected from myself. Explaining why, though, is difficult.

The easiest way I can describe it is that I've felt like there's been something missing in my life for as long as I can remember, something grand yet subtle and elusive at the same time, and going to church is part of my ongoing journey of finding that thing.

Ever since childhood, my heart has ached with a deep sadness and loneliness that isn't easy to put into words, like some kind of existential emptiness at the core of my very being that I've never been able to fill. It's this feeling that, long ago, motivated me to start exploring philosophy and spirituality; and it was especially palpable today as I was sitting in the pews of St. Philip before mass.

As I was sitting there observing this feeling and contemplating it, however, I was also watching everyone as they arrived, and I realized that they were there, worshiping the divine, by gathering together as a community, to support one another, to forgive one another, and to love one another (or at least try to in their own imperfect ways). It was a touching and comforting realization.

Basically, I realized that I wasn't alone in this search. There were others looking for the same thing, as well. And whereas my Buddhist practice helps me look for it inside of myself, my budding Christian practice is helping me look for it outside of myself, in the people and experiences around me. Today's Gospel reading and Fr. Charlie's homily both drove that point home further.

The reading, Mt 22:34-40, was the famous passage where Jesus is asked by one of the religious authorities of his day which commandment is the greatest, and Jesus answers: "You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the greatest and the first commandment. The second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. The whole law and the prophets depend on these two commandments."

Fr. Charlie began his homily with a story adapted from a popular folktale about an old man (rather than a farmer) and two travellers:

A traveler came upon an old farmer hoeing in his field beside the road. Eager to rest his feet, the wanderer hailed the countryman, who seemed happy enough to straighten his back and talk for a moment.

"What sort of people live in the next town?" asked the stranger.

"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer, answering the question with another question.

"They were a bad lot. Troublemakers all, and lazy too. The most selfish people in the world, and not a one of them to be trusted. I'm happy to be leaving the scoundrels."

"Is that so?" replied the old farmer. "Well, I'm afraid that you'll find the same sort in the next town. Disappointed, the traveler trudged on his way, and the farmer returned to his work.

Some time later another stranger, coming from the same direction, hailed the farmer, and they stopped to talk.

"What sort of people live in the next town?" he asked.

"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer once again.

"They were the best people in the world. Hard working, honest, and friendly. I'm sorry to be leaving them."

"Fear not," said the farmer. "You'll find the same sort in the next town."


The moral was that we tend to view people as we are, through our own lenses. Similarly, the way we treat others is often reflected in the way we treat ourselves. So to truly love others, we have to first learn to love ourselves. Only then can we reflect that love onto others. (It's somewhat similar to the underlying theme of Ud 5.1, I think.)

In other words, a fruitful spiritual practice isn't wholly contemplative, nor is it wholly active, it's a mixture of both. There's the contemplative aspect, characterized by the commandment, "You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind" and learning to love ourselves as God loves us; and then there's its expression, which is characterized by the second, "You shall love your neighbor as yourself."

True love of self overflows into love for others, a vast, compassionate love, not a restrictive and possessive one. Or something like that.

As I said, it's hard to put into words, but whether it's going to mass or the B- group or the inquiry class, I feel at home at St. Philip. I feel less lonely, less sad, and more loved. Part of it is the people, I'm sure; but a lot of it is internal, a sense of strength and refuge inside of myself that I'm gradually getting in touch with thanks to my experiences here.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

10/22/14

Yesterday, I grabbed a fortune cookie on my way out from work that said, "Be thankful for the experience you encounter tomorrow." Even though I don't put much stock in that kind of thing, I spent most of the day looking out for said experience just for fun (and just in case).

I definitely don't think it was referring to my experience at work, which was dreadful, and the only thing thankful about it was when it was over. I suppose it could have been one of those learning experiences, where you learn a lot about yourself and the nature of suffering through experience, but the only thing I got from it was frustration.

Coincidentally, though, today is the new moon, one of the quarterly uposatha days observed in Theravada Buddhism. The uposatha, according to the Buddha, is "the cleansing of the defiled mind through the proper technique" (AN 3.70); and the traditional way of observing the uposatha for lay-followers is to observe the eight precepts for the day and spend as much time as possible meditating, emulating the monastic way of life and/or temporarily increasing one's practice of renunciation.

Admittedly, I don't observe the uposatha that often these days. But this morning I got a message from someone on the PFoD e-group who, needing a little more support and structure in their daily life to stay mindful, invited anyone who felt similarly inclined to practice with the eight precepts on the quarter moon days until the end of the year, and I felt inspired to start again.

Today was also the third inquiry class at St. Philip, and it was a somewhat unexpected and rewarding experience. The topic was stories of faith, and we were encouraged by Fr. Bill to tell our own stories of why we were there at the inquiry class. When my turn came up, I wasn't sure what to say, but I said that it basically started with my search for something deeper in life. In that search, I spent a lot of time practicing Buddhism, and recently got serious about what the Catholic tradition has to offer after my visit to Our Lady of Guadalupe.

It was interesting to hear everyone's stories and questions. Thinking about my own spiritual journey, I was surprised at how natural and comfortable the direction it's taken has felt, and I found myself wondering if it wasn't the 'holy spirit' guiding me. I mean, to think that I'm attending RCIA classes after so many years of nonbelief and being critical of the Catholic Church...

At one point, I was asked if I felt any conflict between the practice of Buddhism and Christianity, and I explained that I found them entirely compatible. Buddhist detachment isn't so different from the Christian 'dying to self.' The Buddhist teachings on loving-kindness and compassion aren't much different from Jesus' teachings on the same. The idea that we can wake up to our inherent nature through the cessation of the defilements of greed, hatred, and delusion isn't unlike the idea in 2 Peter that we "may come to share in the divine nature, after escaping from the corruption that is in the world because of evil desire." Etc.

To me, God is like the pure Mind of Zen, the substance of all phenomena, out of which all experience unfolds. And awakening is simply Mind recognizing itself, divine nature partaking of divine nature. Jesus, then, is like a buddha or bodhisattva, that very same Mind pointing us towards itself. I think this is especially true if one considers texts like the Gospel of Thomas.

And when the discussion turned towards talking to God and how/why everyone did that, I confessed that I often found myself talking to God even when I was atheist, despite not having a clear picture of who or what God was. I still don't, but I think I'm open enough now to my experience of what I feel to be God immanent in myself and the world around me that it's taken the form of what Christians typically call a 'personal relationship.'

It was slightly difficult for me to articulate a lot of this in any coherent way, though, since I'm still working it all out myself. There's a feeling tone involved in my experience, something visceral, as well as an intuitive synthesis of it all; but I'm not sure I have the vocabulary to put it all into words yet, if ever.

But telling my story and listening to those of others, I realized that I've always had an intuitive sense of something more underlying reality, and I'm drawn towards things that help me connect to that as well as help me feel the joy and peace that arises from that connection, whether it's connecting with other spiritual people, meditating, listening to music inspired by Sufi poetry, gazing at the night sky, or whatever.

Coming back to why I was there, I think the people have a lot to do with it. The kindness of Dorothy. The wisdom and humour of Fr. Michael. The openness and genuineness of Barbara. All these people and more pull me back in every week, happily, just like the community of PFoD does. But there's something more, too. Something I can't quite put my finger on. I just feel like I need to be here right now, and I certainly can't deny how much I'm getting out of my experience at St. Philip thus far.

So, in the end, it was kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Because of that fortune cookie, I paid a little bit more attention throughout the day. And in doing so, I was able to more fully appreciate the experience of the spiritual things in my life and the happiness they give me.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

10/19/14

Today, thanks to the generosity of two acquaintances, Paddy and Colin, I went to the Pacific Hermitage Pah Bah ceremony in White Salmon, WA.

Pah bah means 'forest cloth' in Thai; and the festival comes out of the ancient tradition of leaving cloth in the forest for monks to find for them to make their robes after the end of the three-month rains retreat. It's a time for the lay-community to 'draw close' and offer the monastic community gifts of cloth and other supplies they'll need for the coming year as they rely totally on the generosity of the lay-community.

This year's event was rather special in that both Ajahn Amaro and Ajahn Pasanno were there. Both were students of Ajahn Chah, and both were at one time co-abbots of Abhayagiri until Ajahn Amaro was asked to take over Amaravati in England. It was a very auspicious reunion, and I'm glad that I had the opportunity to be there.

The day began with the afternoon meal, which was first offered to the monks, and then shared by everyone. Next was some traditional paritta (blessing) chanting followed by the actual alms giving and a Dhamma talk, which was split up. Ajahn Pasanno gave a short talk first, followed by Ajahn Amaro. The place was decorated in traditional Thai style, with saffron-coloured towel gibbons strategically placed all over as if in a forest.

One of the overarching themes was anumodana, which means 'rejoicing together' in goodness and generosity and/or offering encouragement. Gathering together and giving our time and support to one another produces a field of merit or goodness that brings happiness to everyone, those who give as well as those who receive.

Just as charity plays a big role in Christianity, the Buddha placed a lot of importance on dana or generosity as well. Generosity arises out of wholesome mental states, and gives rise to numerous benefits on its own. In addition, generosity is considered a requisite for spiritual development. I've always found it interesting that the Buddha begins most of his discourses on the gradual training with teachings on generosity.

After the ceremony, a group of us drove the short distance to the hermitage for a tour. The main building, a small house, has a kitchen, an office area, and a shrine where the monks gather for chanting and meals. Then there's a guest house, for the abbot or visiting monks, and a couple of small dwellings for the monks to sleep and meditate.

I felt bad that I missed mass in order to go to the Pah Bah, but I'm glad I went. It was a beautiful event. And in many ways, it felt kind of the same.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

10/18/14

I went to my first Saturday service at St. Philip today, which I thought I'd check out since I won't be able to make it tomorrow. Fr. Bill was officiating this time. Fr. Bill is the youngest of the three priests at St. Philip, and his role is to help reach out to young adults and get them interested in the Catholic Church. He seems like a nice guy, but to be honest, I prefer the approach of the older priests, especially Fr. Michael.

I suppose part of it is because I'm already an old man at heart (my nickname isn't Jiji, Japanese for 'old man,' for nothing), but I feel like I connect more with Fr. Michael. We're on a similar wavelength, and I get the sense that his spiritual life is both practical and contemplative. His secret, which isn't much of a secret since he mentioned it during the last B- meeting, is a combination of his experience with AA and his willingness to incorporate other spiritual practices with Christian contemplativism.

I guess what attracts me to the Church, and to the people in it, probably isn't the same as what attracts most younger adults. It's not that younger people aren't altogether interested in the more contemplative side of Christian spirituality, but my level of interest in that and Christian monasticism seems rather unique among people my age. What's drawn me to the Church is its mysticism and the spirit of contemplation and renunciation underlying it, the willingness to give up rather than acquire.

But it got me thinking about what kept me away for so long, and the first thing that came to mind is the Catholic Church's stance on women ordination, birth control, same-sex relationships, etc. Most young adults in my generation are decidedly against any kind of discrimination. Things like the refusal of the Catholic Church (among others) to even consider women priests (gender discrimination) and its opposition to same-sex relationships (discrimination based on sexual orientation) immediately put off many young adults, and rightly so in my opinion.

Bridging that gap is difficult. Because of the way it's structured, the institution of the Catholic Church takes a long time to change, even when prompted by the pope. Old habits die hard, and old prejudices and traditions remain long after they should, becoming obstacles to growth and relevancy. Reaching out to young adults and getting them interested is a good start, but I think it's going to take a lot more to keep them involved.