Spiritual Guidance Blog
The thin line between truth and illusion is not a spiritual experience
by Robert Meagher on 09/02/18
One Saturday last month I enjoyed a daytrip on my bicycle. I
headed out early in the morning with food and water for the day. I so enjoy my
daytrips on my bicycle. It’s ‘me time’ and I revel in getting out in nature and
embracing the stillness that only nature can provide.
This particular day was a quintessential summer’s day. The
sky was blue, with the occasional wispy cloud passing by. The temperature was a
comfortable 28 Celsius (or 85 Fahrenheit). There was some humidity in the air
but it served as a constant and soothing presence that bathed my body in its
warm embrace, like nectar for the soul.
After biking for a few hours, I stopped at a popular park
that overlooked the Ottawa River. I found myself a quiet spot on the shore of
the river, and sat on a large root outcropping from an enormous tree that
offered me some shade. In the backdrop was a park that was bustling with
activity—people swimming at the beach, families picnicking, people playing
baseball, tennis, frisbee, and a host of other activities. There was a section
of picnic tables that were full up with people and families enjoying a summer’s
feast. I smiled at the scenes and rejoiced in the joy of the setting.
Letting go of my focus on what was happening behind me, I
turned back to look out over the river and what was beyond the other side. The
river was very wide at this point, as least 2kms across (or 1 mile). I remember
looking up and seeing the blue sky and began to tap into the sensation of the
expansiveness of the sky. As I lowered my gaze to the shore on the other side of
the river, what was in the distance on the other side of the river became the
horizon.
As I continued to look out over the river, I reveled in the
sensations of the warm summer air embracing me. The warmth wrapped itself
around me and carried me into a place of peace and stillness that was pristine
and pure. As I sunk into this peace and stillness, I became aware that the sky continued
to expand, while at the same time the horizon started to shrink. The sky kept
taking up my vision and the horizon kept getting thinner and thinner. This
vision continued until there was the sky, there was the water, and all that was
separating them was a very thin line that, I was consciously aware of, was the
horizon. At the apex of this vision, the horizon almost disappeared and the
water and sky started to merge.
I sat with this vision for a minute or two. I remember
turning around at the scene unfolding in back of me and everything was as it
was before—bustling with activity. I turned back to look out over the river and
all there was to see was the ever expanding sky and the water, with only a thin
line, a sliver, of a horizon.
I turned around again; still the unfolding bustle of joy
happening behind me. I turned back to the scene in front me; still the
ever-expanding sky and water, with only a thin sliver of a horizon; and the
water and sky merging.
I had a thought, an awareness, that my vision was showing me
something else, a window on another reality. But was it truth? Or illusion? And
what about the scene unfolding in back of me—the bustling activity in the park?
Was it truth? Or illusion?
What was unfolding in front of me, and behind me was both truth (or reality) and illusion. It was truth (or reality) for me, in that moment. But, ultimately, it was illusion, as it was being seen through my body’s eyes. Anything I see through my body’s eyes is my truth, my reality. But anything I see through my body’s eyes is as a result of perception. And perception is only possible through the body’s eyes. My vision of the water meeting the sky was not a spiritual experience. Spiritual experience is not of this time and space, and not something that is seen with the eyes, heard with the ears, tasted with the tongue, smelled with the nose, touched with my appendages. Spiritual experience is beyond the body; it is ineffable.
A Call for Love: You Get Angry, I Get Curious
by Robert Meagher on 08/02/18
I used to avoid conflict. Sometimes I would go to great
effort to avoid conflict. Conflict was a very uncomfortable space and place for
me to be in, so I would often do whatever was needed to avoid it. This
avoidance could manifest in a variety of forms, but my two favorite ways to
avoid conflict were to either remove myself from the conflict or try and
placate the situation to calm the waters.
Removing myself from the perceived conflict would often
manifest as saying nothing and physically walking away from any perceived
conflict in progress. Another example is I would physically cross the street or
change my direction, chart a new course, if I perceived any form of conflict up
ahead. This was merely another symbolic form of removing myself from, or
avoiding, the perceived conflict.
Placating the situation to calm the waters was a favorite
strategy of mine to avoid conflict. Not only was I trying to avoid the
conflict, but I would get an egoic rush when I thought I had successfully stopped
someone else from fighting. I thought I was being successful and / or useful
when I stopped others from fighting. This was born out of my early childhood
conditioning to try and fix others and to make things better.
Conflict is still not the most comfortable environment for
me to be in. I certainly do not consciously seek out conflict. But I no longer
avoid conflict or conflictual situations. When my perception of conflict
arises, something quite different unfolds now.
Present in any conflictual situation I encounter, is anger.
I have come to recognize and observe two immutable laws of anger. First, I am
never angry at what I think I am. Second, anger is simply my ego’s way of
trying to make someone else feel guilty for my own inner pain and grief. So
when dealing with anger, my first line of inquiry may always be: “What am I
really angry at?” and “What am I covering up?”
Anger is also my ego’s default mechanism for trying to control
people and situations. Think about it; when I get angry, I am trying to change
the outcome of whatever is being presented to me. My anger may be a way of
trying to overpower, distract, persuade, manipulate, or change another person
or situation—all thinly veiled attempts to control other people and other
situations.
Ultimately my anger, as a tool for control, is my window and
mirror on my fears. What is it I am trying to control exactly? Someone else? A
situation? Why can I not accept someone as they are? Why can I not accept a
situation as it is? Why do I need to control others and other situations? Very
simply, because I fear losing control. I fear the feeling of not being in control. I fear letting go. I fear
not knowing. I fear the unknown. I fear my own demise. I fear my death.
So when I am present in a conflictual situation, of which
anger is rooted, I am aware that whatever seems to be the source of my anger is
not the real source of my anger; I am merely projecting my anger out on to whatever
is presenting itself to me. And I am aware that I am merely trying to get rid
of my anger and avoid taking responsibility for what it is I am
experiencing—thinking, seeing, doing, and feeling.
This awareness allows me to start to get curious. What is at
the root of the anger? What is this person (myself perhaps) trying to project?
What is this person trying to get rid of? The inquiry allows me to create some
space between the situation, the events, and my response to it. This is as
natural to do as when I observe others in conflictual situations, as it is when
someone appears to be angry at me or when I am tempted to be angry at someone
else.
On a deeper, spiritual level, perhaps, I know that I am only
ever being shown love or a ‘call for love.’ A ‘call for love’ may come in many
different forms. But it’s all the same ‘call.’ Conflict and anger are very
common forms of ‘a call for love.’ So when I receive a ‘call for love,’ I know
there is something for me to learn. Again, I get curious.
These ‘calls for love’ are a wonderful opportunity to learn
about the person calling out. But I know, ultimately, that there is only ever
an opportunity to learn about myself. The person I am seemingly angry at, or
who is angry at me, is merely reflecting back to me my own anger and my own
attempts to avoid looking at myself. The ‘other’ is only ever ‘me’ and the
other is showing me what it is I am angry at.
So when someone else gets angry, I get curious. It is the only way to heal my separated mind. For in the awareness that the other is merely a reflection of me, I see the other in me and myself in the other—I am given an opportunity to experience oneness.
Renewed sense of purpose and commitment
by Robert Meagher on 07/03/18
A couple of months my beloved dog, Muggins, passed through
the veil of death. Muggins had lived with me in this realm for 16 years. Over
the past 4-5 years Muggins mobility slowly declined, due mostly to a
neurological condition that created instability and lessened his ability to
walk. Over the past year Muggins required increasing assistance to move around,
to void and defecate, and with most every aspect of his life that was so easily
taken for granted when he was younger.
Other conditions were slowly creeping into the picture of
Muggins’ overall health. One of those conditions was seizures. While the
seizures were few and far between, I knew that another one would surely mark a
turning point in Muggins’ physical embodiment and be a definitive signal that
it was time to let go. As with everything temporal, that time came.
It was one night a few months ago that an unprecedented
series of seizures kept Muggins and I awake most of the night. Over the years I
had educated myself in ways to effectively minimize the ravages of seizures-in-progress,
reduce the stress for Muggins, and even stop the seizures. But on this night
the seizures were relentless and severe. I did what I could to keep him calm
and knew that, should he make it through the night, the sunrise would bring
with it the beautiful opportunity to bring some ceremonial closure to this
blessed life that had given everyone so much.
At some point during the night, due in part to exhaustion no
doubt, both Muggins and I fell asleep. We were both woken by a brilliant
sunrise and the lullaby of birds chirping outside our window. Muggins had made
it through the night and seemed wanting to start a new day. We rose and proceeded
with morning ablutions, walk, and breakfast. Muggins was ‘on edge’ but
relatively calm.
At a reasonable hour I called the vet I had been in touch
with over the preceding months, with ongoing updates of Muggins health. I
arranged for the vet to come to our home later in the day to perform the
euthanasia.
Shortly before the vet arrived, friends and loved ones
gathered to say their goodbyes to Muggins. Some stayed for the ceremony, some
did not. Shortly after the vet arrived, Muggins was peacefully euthanized. The
predominant feeling was peace, and the predominant emotion was relief.
When one chooses to take care for an aging person or animal,
the amount of time you devote to this blessed task increases in proportion to
the amount of care given and/or needed. And when that caregiving ceases to be
needed, a void emerges. Reality sets in and you realize, among a myriad of
feelings and emotions, that you now have a lot more time on your hands. It can
almost feel like freedom. I asked myself… “Well…what am I going to do with this
new freedom?”
I thought about how I might honor Muggins’ memory. What
legacy did he leave? What did he give me? What did he teach me? What would be
fitting to pass on to others? What might Muggins want me to do?
I thought about how Muggins taught me unconditional love. I
thought about how Muggins taught me peace, especially in the end. I thought
about how he treated all other beings. I thought about the harmony he created.
I thought about the unending compassion he demonstrated and offered. I thought
about the joy he gave to the world.
It was through these blessed memories and awareness that I
discovered a renewed sense of purpose and commitment with and for my ministry
work. I thought.. “What better way to honor a life that had given me so
much…than to extend this new sense of freedom to serve, teach, and heal a world
in transformation.” It was then that the following dedication poured out of me:
In Muggins Memorio
I honor each day to be
of service to humanity.
I will not squander the
opportunity to bring love, light, and peace to the world.
I will not miss the
opportunity to teach and heal a world in transformation.
Through devoted service
I honor each brother and sister who comes into and through my life.
May the spirit of
Muggins serve as my inspiration to be love, to be peace, to be harmony, to be
compassion, to be joy.
And so it is…
Namaste
May you be inspired to walk your truth. May you be inspired to bring love, light, and peace to this world. May you be inspired to serve and honor your brothers and sisters in whatever form that may take. May you be inspired to be love, to be peace, to be harmony, to be compassion, to be joy.
No like, no respect…no matter
by Robert Meagher on 06/04/18
Growing up as a child all I wanted to be was ‘liked.’ This
desire carried over into my adolescent years. I would do things, and do things
for others out of a longing to belong, fit in, and be liked. As a child, the
idea of being respected was not yet in my vocabulary or understanding.
As I moved into adulthood, as I strove for accomplishment in
this world, my focus shifted from wanting to be liked to wanting to be ‘respecting.’
I still hung on to vestiges of wanting to be liked, but I was more concerned
now with being respected. I wanted people to listen to me. I wanted people to
do what I told them. Underneath it all was a thin veil over my secret desire to
control people. I unconsciously equated their respect as my ticket to control
them.
At this stage in my life, I no longer desire for people to like
me or respect me. Of course, it is nice when someone likes and / or respects
me. Striving to be liked or respected is of no interest to me anymore. This
lack of interest in whether or not someone likes or respects me has come with the
awareness and acceptance that whatever someone thinks about me is none of my
business. Equally, what someone says about me is none of my business.
It has been suggested that the preceding is an indication
that I have grown to become more comfortable in my own skin. Perhaps. It feels
more like simply accepting and loving myself like never before.
I am becoming more aware that all I want is peace in my life. And I know that I cannot find that peace outside of me from anyone or anything else. I can only find this peace within me. And I know that if I strive for being liked or respected, I will not find my peace, because either striving takes me away from my core, my altar, my place of peace.
Thank you for your song of… “Hey Sweetie”!!!
by Robert Meagher on 05/02/18
One unusually-cold morning in mid-March I woke before
sunrise and decided to go for a walk. I would normally have gone swimming on
this particular morning, but I decided to go for a nice, long walk instead. I could
tell from the still-star-sparkled-sky that we were in store for a brilliant
sunrise. So I got dressed in my parka, warm hats, gloves and clothes, and off I
went.
By the time I got out the door, the horizon was just
starting to lighten up, with shades of pink and orange. The fresh air, although
frosty cold, was refreshing and invigorating. I walked along a waterway where I
had ventured many times before but have never lost my appreciation for this
lifeforce and what it gives every moment of its existence.
I had not been walking for long and I became aware that I
was lost in my thoughts of what was to unfold later in the day; or more to the
point, what I thought would unfold later in the day. I was aware that I was
worried about a particular interaction that I anticipated would take place;
specifically, how that interaction would take place. How is it I was aware I
was lost in my thoughts, if I was actually lost in my thoughts?
As I kept walking I reminded myself to let my thoughts of
yesterday, and later that day, go. I invited myself to enjoy my walk. But my
thoughts would occasionally slip back to worry or some other mind games that
distracted me from the unfolding joy right in front of me.
What truly allowed me to be grateful for the moment and the
unfolding joy right in front of me was the magnificent sound, song, of a bird
that shattered my intellectual table tennis match. At first, I thought… “What
is a bird doing out in this cold!?” I laughed at my thought, and kept walking.
I kept hearing the bird sing, however. And by this point I
noticed the horizon getting brighter. A beautiful sunrise was unfolding. The
bird kept singing…
I was not familiar with this bird’s song. I started looking up into the trees and noticed, first, just how beautiful the trees were. I stopped, in search of the bird, but could not locate him or her. I stopped for a few minutes, but I could not locate the winged-source of the beautifully unfolding melody. I listened attentively for the sound and sensed it was coming from up ahead. So I kept walking…
The bird’s song was
getting louder so I figured I was getting closer to the source. The sound felt
like it was coming from directly in front of me but I still could not locate
its winged-source. I was starring into a large, dense thicket. Then I saw it!!!
It was a magnificent, beautiful Chickadee!
I was no more than 6 feet from this adorable creature and
again it let out its song. I was full of joy and awe! I was pleasantly
surprised to hear this particular song from the chickadee because I had not
heard this song before. I was accustomed to the usual, short, high-pitched chirp
of these beautiful birds.
I rejoiced in the moment, the beauty of the bird, and the magnificence
of its song. I stood there for about a minute, soaking in the beauty of the
moment. And then I walked on…
As I walked on I considered, in part, what I was just
taught. I had been lost in worry about something that I predicted would unfold
later in the day. My worry was preventing me from enjoying the moment. It took
a small, precious little bird to catch my attention and bring me back to
‘now’—the only place and time there really is. In that ‘now’ was my joy and
peace.
For the remainder of my walk I remained mesmerized by the
Chickadee’s song, however. And when I got home I looked up the song on the
internet. With gratitude and reverence, I found it. Apparently, the song this
Chickadee was singing was titled “Hey Sweetie!”. I smiled. How delightful! I
was lost in my negative thought and a little bird called out to me with “Hey
Sweetie!” …and I was brought to joy and peace.
I think more morning walks are in store for me… ??
If you are interested in listening to the Chickadee’s song
of “Hey Sweetie!,” click on the YouTube video link below. “Hey Sweetie!” starts
7 seconds into the video. Enjoy!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfMsUuU9KtQ