The ancient Masters were profound and subtle.
Their wisdom was unfathomable.
There is no way to describe it;
all we can describe is their appearance.

They were careful
as someone crossing an iced-over stream.
Alert as a warrior in enemy territory.
Courteous as a guest.
Fluid as melting ice.
Shapable as a block of wood.
Receptive as a valley.
Clear as a glass of water.

Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?

The Master doesn’t seek fulfillment.
Not seeking, not expecting,
She is present, and can welcome all things.

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But whatever the outcome, I feel that’s missing the point.

The High-Tech Holy Grail

Let’s for a moment fast-forward to an ideal future, say in 2100, where cold fusion and nano-tech has enabled us to create a veritable heaven on Earth. We’ve managed to avert the climate crisis, the water crisis, the nuclear crisis, multiple economic crises, you name it.

Now surely with practically limitless clean energy and the power to create just about anything from just about anything, we would finally be at peace with each other and with Nature, right? I’m not so sure…

What if all the 15 billion people on the planet suddenly decide to flick their nano-tech magic wands and move into four-story mansions? Or how would a cold-fusion enabled World War look like? And would we be able to live in peace with our Muslim neighbors who just zipped over at light-speed to experience the winter here? Looks like we’d still have some challenges left.

Bring in the Band-Aid

We think like engineers. We see a problem, we fix it. Global warming? Cut down on carbon emissions. Fossil fuels? Let’s try bio-diesel!

I don’t feel at ease with that. Stopping the bleeding is important but if the patient is cutting himself, band-aid won’t help. We’ve cut ourselves apart from Nature, from each other, even from ourselves.

Returning Home

Children grow up depending on their home and family for everything. Entering adulthood we fight for independence as if our family ties were bonds holding us back. And having found ourselves in the world, one day we finally return home to live inter-dependent with each other.

Perhaps humanity simply needs to return home. To be the sons and daughters of Mother Nature, brothers and sisters of all life.

Next time we wander in the woods or stand on the mountaintop, let’s look around and recognize what we see as our home and who we meet as our siblings. Let’s end the war we wage with each other, ourselves, and Nature, our great family.

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The Stories We Tell

During the meeting we found ourselves amused at how each of us had a tendency to repeat the same story whenever we met. For some people it was about letting go, for others about stepping up. Me, I noticed that the story I repeat involves being in transition.

In a way this is an easy story for me to justify. During the past five years, I’ve switched cities five times, countries thrice, and jobs four times. And I’m not planning on settling down yet. So I suppose it’s only natural to feel that I’m in transition. Constantly.

What’s Behind the Restlessness?

I can’t help but to ask myself what’s what’s causing this restlessness? Partly it’s certainly a positive drive to experience and see the world while I’m still without a family or a stable job.

But I’m starting to suspect that partly it’s a lingering fear of the uncertain. So far the path has been laid out in front of me—school, university, AIESEC, etc.—but all of a sudden there’s no clear next step.

Sitting in the Fire

As I become aware of the fear and stop running away from it, an interesting alchemy starts to take place. When I name and own the fear, the fear becomes excitement. Instead of running away from it, I turn to the storm and hear the wind whisper what the future holds. For now I will just sit with it.

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Lost Compass

When I received the invitation, I signed up without hesitation, more than a little inspired by Into the Wild. I felt I needed to get away from it all to rediscover who I truly was.

Closer to the event I felt like I was fumbling in the dark, having lost the inner compass that guides my way in the tough decisions in life. My career was at a crossroads, yet I had no idea what my heart was calling me to do. So I set forth…

Windswept Mountains

After almost 20 hours of travel by plane, bus, and train, I met with the other participants at the Vålådalen nature reserve. Our base lay by a serene mountain lake, flanked by ancient fells on all sides. And there we got acquainted with the practicalities of the vision quest as well as with methods of awakening our intuition and getting closer to nature, as we spent the first day and a half settling down to a calmer pace of life.

On the second day we packed up our tents and headed off through the marshland and forest, through increasingly steeper terrain until we finally found ourselves above the timberline. We ceremoniously parted ways, listening to our hearts and senses for where we were each called to spend the three-day solo period of the vision quest.

I found my spot in a miniature valley flanked by two ridges and split by a clear mountain stream. I set up my tent and soon found myself fogged in as the clouds gathered all around. The uniform cloud wall further added to the isolation experienced by switching off our mobiles, leaving all distractions behind, and fasting. With the rain beating on my tiny tent and wind sweeping down the mountainside, I ended up spending most of the first day inside my tent, just relaxing into it.

Simple Feeling of Being

On the second morning the sun started peeking from behind the clouds and I ventured out from my shelter. As I enjoyed my time alone in nature and explored my surroundings, I noticed that the tumult within was calming down and my true voice was rising forth.

In a moment that seemed simultaneously both profound and mundane, I realized that my inner compass had never been broken or lost. I had simply shoved it aside and ignored its signals out of fear for the path it pointed towards. But in that moment of clarity, I also discovered the courage to follow my heart.

That evening the rain and clouds returned but I was no longer bothered by them. As I packed my tent the following morning, I spotted a white reindeer—supposedly a good omen—and met up with the rest of the participants in silence, with the wind still beating the rain against my face.

Painful Decisions

After a peaceful reentry and journey back home, I faced some sad decisions that my heart called me to make. I decided to quit my job by the end of August and, more painfully, to end my relationship with a wonderful woman.

Now that the pain has subsided and a calm clarity has taken its place, I’m certain that I’ve made the right choices. My heart is opening up to the world and I feel excited to be alive. And I believe with time the people I chose to part with will ultimately be better off.

At times living your truth may be a painful way to go but it is the only way we can go.

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A Word on the Technique

The retreat I attended was in the Vipassana tradition as taught by S.N. Goenka. The ten-day, donation-based introductory retreat is a great way to get started with meditation. Without getting too technical about it, the technique revolves around sitting still and simply observing whatever sensations arise on the body, be it gross pain, subtle vibrations, or anything in between.

Stabilizing Awareness

After the inevitable arrival logistics and introductions on a sunny afternoon in rural Belgium, we took our vows of silence, promising to refrain from any communication with our fellow meditators for the duration of the course. The next days became something of a blur as the 4 am morning bell flowed into the last sitting ending at 9pm. A total of 11 hours per day spent in intense concentration.

Initially my mind was abuzz with thoughts from work, from the Internet, hobbies, summer plans, and everything else. I turned my attention inwards and concentrated on the natural rising and falling of my abdomen. At first a few breaths on, then gone again, I slowly started to build the stability of my attention. Early afternoon on the first full day I was able to maintain fairly constant attention for 10 min.

A Staring Contest with Reality

For those ten minutes, it felt as if I was staring at reality. My aim was to penetrate through what I saw. For the remainder of the day, I entered a staring contest with reality. Time and again my attention would waver, but I kept at it, stubbornly refusing to turn away from the sensation of bare breath.

I had been on this territory before. I knew that if I were to pin down this sensation of breathing and study it closely, it would betray its true nature. And sure enough, as I went at it once more, I suddenly saw the breath vibrate, as if I was sobbing or shivering. But I was doing neither, nor was this experience my heartbeat.

My breath was even, yet I detected a vibration in the experience of the breath. This is what so many books have talked about; the ephemeral nature of our experience, arising and passing faster than we can usually notice. But meditation is not as usual.

Observing Body and Mind

Mid-way through the second day I was able to consistently detect these vibrations in my breath, on a couple of occasions culminating in a state where my mind was effortlessly absorbed into the observation of these vibrations. The closest everyday equivalent to this experience would perhaps be waking up rested and being in no hurry to move from bed; relaxed, yet alert.

The last sit of the second day I witnessed another shift. So far I had been observing my body, but now I felt a shift where my mind joined this field of the observed. The closest I can come to describing this experience is saying that I felt like I was observing myself from above myself, although I didn’t feel like I was higher up in the surrounding space.

Why Should I Care?

What did I gain from thirty hours spent on staring at my own breath? I’m sure you wouldn’t be surprised if I told you that my ability to focus increased. Increased peace of mind would probably also be easy to understand.

But the real reason I do this is deeper than that; it is to understand the very nature of experience. We spend our lives chasing pleasurable experiences and running away from pain, no matter how lofty words we use to describe our ambitions.

Meditation, to me, is breaking through the surface reality to see what experiences are mere reflections of our habitual thoughts, and what is truly worthwhile. The vibrating breath and altered perceptions are but milestones on a path trodden by many before me.

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Hi,

Remember all the great conversations we had years ago? How we would one day get together and create something great? Well, I believe the time has come. […]

What would you do if you received such an email?

Ready for the Call

As I was thinking about this question, I was convinced that I would not hesitate to rise to the call, if the call was indeed authentic. Working with people I trust on a cause I believe in. Bring it on!

But what about my job? What would be my role? Where? How? Somehow, that uncertainty just doesn’t seem to matter enough to stop me from answering the call.

Making the Call

Now if I’m ready to respond in an instant to a trusted friend convening a team to make a difference, maybe I wasn’t alone. Maybe the only thing holding us back from changing the world is one request, one authentic call.

The implications of this is both scary and empowering. Maybe all that’s needed is for me to make that call.

Would you answer such a call? Will you make the call?

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When was the last time you allowed yourself be carried away by this feeling of awe and wonder for everyday things?

Meditation as an Exercise in Wonder

The last time I remember myself experiencing something like this was towards the end of a ten-day meditation retreat I was attending a year ago. The first six days or so ranged from uncomfortable to agonizing, but then for some reason my mind settled into a, well, peaceful state of mind.

I remembering walking along the paths during the breaks and staring at just about everything I could find; the beetles, straws of grass, the blue sky, the starry sky, the mundane, and the genuinely beautiful. And everything felt like I was seeing it for the first time. That was the point when I became convinced about the benefits of meditation.

Happiness

Granted, maintaining that state of mind in the middle of our hectic lives might not be easy nor even practical, but perhaps there’s something to be learned here. Relaxing our views of the world, our “knowing”, we can meet the world anew and see it with fresh eyes. We all have our ways to unwind and relax physically, perhaps it’s time to learn how to do so mentally?

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What Happened

While I did in fact get my meditation practice on track, I accomplished practically none of the other items on my list. Part of it was due to external conditions—no gym nearby—and part of it due to my own laziness. But a huge chunk of it was the effects of winter.

Coming from Finland I’m fairly used to temperatures below -20 C and 4 hours of sunlight, but that didn’t really prepare me for the Dutch winter; 5 months of rain, wind, and darkness. Maybe I was spoiled by my year in Malaysia, but I really felt down due to the weather, and not very inspired to to power through anything.

Going with the Seasons

In retrospect, perhaps this was for the better. The intensive inward quest of meditation seemed to be a very natural thing to concentrate on during the winter and now spring is calling me to open up the doors again.

I needed to travel halfway across the world to learn how to use winter as my time to retreat and reflect.

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Now, however, many Western countries—with Germany and Australia in the lead—are quietly implementing censorship measures. This is an outrage and is unlikely to even address the alleged issue of curbing illegal activities such as child pornography. Let me explain.

What Went Wrong

The censorship is being implemented by means of blacklisted websites, i.e. a list of websites deemed illegal. Using the anecdotal sample of the leaked Australian blacklist, we find sites such as:

• Religious groups
• Political contrarians
• Pro-abortion sites
• A dentist
• The blacklist itself

It’s quite possibly that some of the sites have ended up on the list by accident, but it’s hard to conceive of a scenario where the sites presenting dissident opinions have been “accidentally” censored. In any case we’ve ended up with a policy of censorship with no transparency and a seemingly arbitrary process of selection.

I worry about my child and the Internet all the time, even though she’s too young to have logged on yet. Here’s what I worry about. I worry that 10 or 15 years from now, she will come to me and say “Daddy, where were you when they took freedom of the press away from the Internet?”

Mike Godwin, Electronic Frontier Foundation

Why It Wouldn’t Work Anyway

Okay, fine, so we give up a little bit of freedom in exchange for stopping the real criminals. That must be worth something, right? Actually, no.

The “real criminal” would simply contact a server in, say, Russia over a secured line, bypass your blacklist, and continue his work unimpeded. Or use Freenets. Or use any of the millions of computers taken over by trojan horses, maybe even yours. Or a VPN or a VNC. Well, you get the idea. Even the creepy, low-tech uncle from next door could easily use any of the freely available proxy servers on the web.

For anyone committed to doing so, circumventing the censorship is trivial. The only thing these censorship measures accomplish is to limit the freedom of the average, honest citizen.

What Should We Do Instead

At a bare minimum the criteria for the censorship must be made public and the process of blacklisting transparent. But that’s just adding polish to a rotting system. The real solution lies in international cooperation to cut to the core of the issue by rounding up the organized crime organizations and individuals committing atrocities.

Will you quietly accept these steps to an Orwellian future or will you speak up and ask our leaders to walk the talk? This is not a conspiracy theory. I wish it were. This is happening in our own backyards by our own politicians. Speak truth to power.

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• Thinking (attending)
• Conversing (languaging)
• Organizing (structuring)
• Forming fields or collective global action (coordinating)

I see a clear correlation between the first two metaprocesses and my self-declared interests of meditation and Art of Hosting. Meditation helps me turn my attention inwards to the internal metaprocess of reality creation, while Art of Hosting is a pathway to do the same with conversation.

This leads me to think; what might similarly open up our “wisdom eye” for structuring and coordinating?

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