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March 5, 2019 /

Over 30 years ago I had a dream in which grass featured.  It was newly growing, short, brilliantly green and formed a short-carpeted layer over the ground.  The reason I remember it is not because I obviously kept a written record of the dream, but because of what I was told the dream, in particular the grass, symbolised.

The grass was a representation of my inner spiritual life which was young, growing and alive.  It was a dream of hope and encouragement for me, and an indication that my efforts to work on myself were making a tangible difference; something fundamental was occurring and a foundation was being laid down.

Just recently I had a second dream about grass.  I was with my adult-son who was talking animatedly about the lawn, in particular, not to cut it.  I looked down to a thickly carpeted, luxuriously green, bed of beautifully ‘alive’ grass which stood some 2 inches high.  I took some steps, feeling the grass give slightly as it cushioned my feet.  Suddenly I found myself in the grass itself, looking up at the blades and seeing the blue sky stretching overhead.  Each blade towered above me, and as I stood in this ‘forest’ marvelling at all that was around me, I felt something difficult to put into words; a sense of establishment.  Then, and just as suddenly, I found myself back where I was when the dream commenced, standing on the lawn listening to my son talking, again with that sense of animation.

Dreams tell us all sorts of things about our inner self, our lives, and the universe in which we live, and while some dreams can be a replaying of daily events which have occurred, others quite pointedly reveal psychospiritual difficulties which need to be addressed as they do psychospiritual gains.  This is one of those dreams, and it is as much a dream of confirmation as it is of hope and encouragement.

2017 was an exceptionally difficult year and there were many times when I felt that the chaos of external life overshadowed my work efforts.  This dream tells me that didn’t happen.  This dream affirms that my inner spiritual life is alive, and that something foundational has been established, something that will anchor me to the spiritual universe.  In this there is hope, and in this there is affirmation that the best is indeed, yet to be.

March 5, 2019 /

Little things perfection make, but perfection is no little thing.

Graham Bryce, 1928-2017.

December in the Gregorian calendar, and especially in the period leading up Christmas, is often a time for reflection and review.  For many people I know, myself included, the year has been challenging and it seemed that often world events, in a strangely synchronistic way, mirrored the discord and discontent present in many of the lives which touched mine.

On Tuesday, during the week which led up to Christmas, the father of a dear and close friend of mine died.  Although I never had the opportunity of meeting him in person, I nonetheless gleaned aspects of his life through the eyes of his son, my friend Robert.  Robert’s father was fondly known, amongst other things, for pearls of wisdom, one of which is quoted above, “Little things perfection make, but perfection is no little thing”.

Whenever Robert mentioned this in conversation, I would ponder on it because it would turn me inward, on which occasions I would contrast it with my efforts to work upon myself.  As I sat in the funeral service, which took place in the first week of the New Year, I read through the Order of Service.  Something made me turn the booklet over and on the back page was written, Little things perfection make but perfection is no little thing.

I sat reflecting on the year that had gone and the times during which when I felt that I wasn’t working on myself.  Pressures and worries from external life intruded and were a distraction but then, little by little, I remembered, I observed, I non-identified.  I thought about something I had written may years ago; When we die and pass into the spiritual universe our external knowledge disappears; it is our being which grants us entry into a particular spiritual society or community.  And then I saw the relationship between effort and being, which was encompassed in the words spoken by Robert’s father.

It can seem that our efforts are little, but then the aim is indeed, no little thing.

 

March 4, 2019 /

Lived experiences: Other worldly phenomena

“I was in an utterly black, dark void.  It is very difficult to explain, but I felt as if I were moving in a vacuum, just through blackness.  Yet, I was quite conscious.  It was like being in a cylinder which had no air in it.  It was a feeling of limbo, of being half-way here, and half-way somewhere else.”

“I was more conscious of my mind at the time than of the physical body.  The mind was the most important part, instead of the shape of the body.  And before, all my life, it had been exactly reversed.  The body was my main interest and what was going on in my mind, well, it was just going on, and that’s all.  But after this happened, my mind was the main point of attraction, and the body was second – it was only something to encase my mind.  I didn’t care if I had a body or not.  It didn’t matter because for all I cared my mind was what was important.”

“I knew I was dying and that there was nothing I could do about it, because no one could hear me … I was out of my body, there’s no doubt about it, because I could see my own body there on the operating room table.  My soul was out!  All this made me feel very bad at first, but then, this really bright light came … It was just a tremendous amount of light, nothing like a big bright flash-light, it was just too much light.  And it gave off heat to me; I felt a warm sensation … At first, when the light came, I wasn’t sure what was happening, but then, it asked, it kind of asked me if I was ready to die.  It was like talking to a person but a person wasn’t there … Yet from the moment the light spoke to me, I felt really good – secure and loved.  The love which came from it is just unimaginable, indescribable …”

Thinkers of the day: Other worldly phenomena

“We have learnt that the exploration of the eternal world by the methods of physical science leads not to a concrete reality but to a shadow world of symbols, beneath which those methods are unadapted for penetrating.”

Sir Arthur S. Eddington, (1882-1944).  Science and the unseen world.  1929 Swarthmore Lecture. University of Michigan: Macmillan

 

“Physicists who are trying to understand nature may work in many different fields and by many different methods; one may dig, one may sow, one may reap.  But the final harvest will always be a sheaf of mathematical formulae.  These will never describe nature itself, but only our observations on nature.  Our studies can never put us into contact with reality; we can never penetrate beyond the impressions that reality implants in our minds.”

Sir James H. Jeans (1877-1946). Physics and Philosophy, 1981, p. 15. New York: Dover Publications, Inc.

 

“By and large, the scientific community still holds to the mechanistic viewpoint in which consciousness is seen as an epiphenomenon that mysteriously developed after billions of years of blind, mechanical, material processes.  This is the way of looking at the world with which transpersonal experiences and quantum physics are both incompatible.”

Ronald L. Boyer and Saniel Bonder, (1981).  ‘The Part and the Whole: Death and the Scientific World View (An Interview with Stanislav Grof, M.D.)”.  The Laughing Man, 2(3), 36.

 

“Well, I think the most important finding is that people who come close to death tend to report very similar kinds of experiences. In other words, there is a pattern of experiencing that doesn’t seem to depend on age, circumstances, religious beliefs, and so forth. And it doesn’t seem to make a difference whether they are actually in a biological crisis or just psychologically close to death but physically unharmed. And it is very difficult to explain this experiential pattern through some kind of simple, physiological, biochemical triggering mechanism in the nervous system. It is obviously a much more complex phenomenon.”

Ronald L. Boyer and Saniel Bonder, (1981).  “The Part and the Whole: Death and the Scientific World View (An Interview with Stanislav Grof, M.D.)”.  The Laughing Man, 2(3), 31.

 

“The influences of the senses has in most men overpowered the mind to the degree that the walls of space and time have come to look solid, real and insurmountable; and to speak with levity of these limits in the world is the sign of insanity.”

Ralph W. Emerson, (1803-1882). “The Oversoul”. Essays. 1845, p. 196. London: H. G. Clarke and Co.

 

March 4, 2019 /

Some months ago I was randomly flipping through a book published in 1924 by psychiatrist Carl Wickland M.D. “Thirty Years Among the Dead”.  According to the blurb on the inside sleeve jacket:

Carl August Wickland (February 14, 1861 – November 13, 1945) was a psychiatrist, a paranormal researcher and a non-fiction author. Wickland was born in 1861 at Liden, Norland Province, Sweden. His father taught him cabinet making in his youth. Later he studied watchmaking. In 1881 he arrived in St. Paul, Minn. after having emigrated from Sweden the year before. He married Anna W. Anderson in 1896 and they moved to Chicago so that he could attend Durham Medical College from which he graduated in 1900. He became a general practitioner of medicine and specialized in researching mental illnesses. In 1909, Wickland became chief psychiatrist at the National Psychopathic Institute of Chicago. He continued in that position until 1918 when he and his wife moved to Los Angeles, California. Wickland, in collaboration with his assistants, Nelle Watts, and Celia and Orlando Goerz, wrote and published in 1924, Thirty Years Among the Dead a book that detailed their experiences in abnormal psychology. Wickland believed that the doctrine of reincarnation was incorrect: The theory of reincarnation can undoubtedly be traced to early stages of mankind when departed spirits took possession of the bodies of sensitive individuals and lived and acted through them, thus seemingly indicating reincarnation. But in reality this was only spirit obsession or possession.

The book provides first-hand accounts of interactions between what are described as discarnate earth-bound entities and the living, citing hundreds of cases of what the author terms ‘spirit possession’, which after being cast out by various means result in the hapless human host returning to a normal temperament.  In reading through Wickland’s accounts, there are a number of consistent themes which emerge from the narrative accounts, one of which is reincarnation, a spiritual belief-system influencing millions of human beings past and present.

When embodied, and prior to physical death, these spiritual beings believed that after death they would reincarnate (be reborn in human form) so they could continue learning life lessons which for whatever reason they didn’t learn the first-time round.  This endless recurrence, according to them, would continue for however many lifetimes it would take for them to perfect themselves.

According to information received from them after physical death however, and as recorded by Wickland, what appears to have happened is that after their death they realised that this belief was a fallacy because try as they might, they could not ever reincarnate.

This ensued great lamentation from all of them in the light of what they now knew; they had wasted their time and they wanted others not to do the same as they had done.  Many of them had lived lives focused on materialism, indolence and self-centredness and with little if any thought of spiritual or related matters.  Now in eternity, they realised they should have focused on living lives of love to others and love to God.

Since experiencing my own bereavements, I’ve become acutely aware of the passing of time and of the reality of how little time we as planetary dwellers do have to live out our lives as embodied beings.  Why are we born, why do we die, and why do I feel that what happens in between those two events is of critical importance to the individual?  Why is it of critical importance to me?  And if it is of critical importance to me, is it of critical importance to others?  According to Wickland’s record, it is, especially if one believes in reincarnation.  Why do I constantly feel that death is trying to teach me how to live?  And why do I feel that this is something deeply and profoundly important to my spiritual well-being and impending spiritual destiny?

Perhaps the following statement offers some insight, “This planetary life is only a preparation for a much greater life” (pers. com. Philip W. Groves, 16 December 1998).  Aye, there’s the rub.

 

March 4, 2019 /

“… the promise of death and the experience of dying,
more than any other force in life, can move a human being to grow.”

Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, Death: The final stage of growth, 1975.

I came across the term “mortality awareness” (Taylor n.d.)[2] in an online article I read recently.  The author, Steve Taylor, with a depth of insight and sensitivity discusses death as “the great taboo” of the late 20th and early 21st centuries, noting that this death-denying attitude renders potentially transformative aspects of mortality awareness less accessible.  In 2007, some years earlier perhaps than Taylor, Anthropologist and Theologian Douglas Davies wrote an article, Death special: The great taboo, which featured in the New Scientist October issue.  One paragraph in particular resonated with me:

Talking about death has never been more popular, and death is an increasingly common theme for film and television … There are thousands of websites dealing with the subject, many sorts of memorials, growing numbers of journals and courses on death studies, adverts encouraging us to write wills or plan our own funerals, and hundreds of support groups and self-help books. Ideas and theories of grief have become fashionable, and grief counsellors are available to help the bereaved. There is also growing interest in doctor-assisted suicide and euthanasia for terminally ill people who desire a managed end to their life.

10 years post Davies’ statement, I would have to say that death literacy is well and truly established.  Dedicated end-of-life conferences and events, organisations raising and promoting death awareness, the natural burial and eco-funeral movement, and the global Death Café social franchise offer a host of options, choices and self-education opportunities for even the most discerning ‘death devotee’.  Why then, do we still so often hear the familiar refrain that contemporary Western society is a death denying-society?

Are we?  I don’t think we are.  We know we die, we know those close to us die, we know people living all over the planet die; death and decay is everywhere.  And nor does Sociologist Allan Kellehear who argued that Western societies are not “death-denying” by any of the major criteria posed in the literature on the subject, furthermore, “to say that our contemporary societies are ‘death-denying’ has no theoretical or practical explanatory value.”  What is it then that the term death-denying is analogous too?

Kübler-Ross, E. (1975). Death: The final stage of growth. NY, NY: Simon & Schuster.

Taylor, S. (n.d.). Mortality and mindfulness: How intense encounters with death can generate spontaneous mindfulness.  Available online https://www.stevenmtaylor.com/academic-articles/mortality-mindfulness-intense-encounters-death-can-generate-spontaneous-mindfulness/

Davies,D. (2007). Death special: The great taboo.  New Scientist, 10 October 2007.  Available online https://www.newscientist.com/article/mg19626252-000-death-special-the-great-taboo/

Kellehear, A. (1984). Are we a ‘death-denying’ society?  A sociological review. Social Science Medicine, 18(9), 713-723.

March 4, 2019 /

It seems to me that in Western society, people generally, for whatever reason, find it difficult to come to terms with death, either their own, those close to them, or those around them.  What does it mean to die?  And why should we or would we, even think on such things?  Would finding meaning in death help us understand why we’re alive, what we’re living for, and how we might live our embodied lives differently?  And could this sense of meaning then revision not only how we might live our lives but conceptualise our purpose and help us think about what we’re living for?

Perhaps in humanity’s past people understood why they were alive much better than what we do today.  For example, the ancient Egyptians quite literally lived to die.  The Egyptian Book of the Dead, or rather the English translation of “yeret hur” Coming Forth by Day (its correct name) reveals a sophisticated spiritual belief-system and world-view which suggests that death was very much a part of the social fabric of life, (not just evidenced by the fact that the wealthy spent years building and decorating elaborate tombs well before their death).

To me this suggests a certain comfortability not only with death but with the afterlife – these people knew that they lived beyond death, they knew that how they lived their lives had an influence in shaping their spiritual destiny, and they prepared themselves for this destiny.  In reading the Coffin Texts one can sense that death was incorporated into life and that it was understood, and what’s more, that that understanding had its rightful place in the culture and society; death was embraced in a manner which was not only quite ordinary, but because it was an important transitory event.

Reflecting on this, it appears that our embodied lives are really only a means of preparation for something far more significant.  How do we understand this significance?  What is this significance?  Why aren’t we taught about this significance?

I have thought about death all my life; readers of this blog and those who know me can attest to this.  I was socialised into it as a child and that socialisation has never stopped, something which has made me realise how imperative it is that we do think about death as much as we think about life.  Elliott states it beautifully, “coming to terms with death is a lifetime’s work” as does Angela Tilby. “What is needed here is praeparatio mortis: preparation for death, a spiritual education in coming to terms with our mortality.  This is a task not for the last weeks of life – It is often too late by then …”.

Elliott, H. (2011). Moving beyond the medical model. Journal of holistic healthcare. Vol. 8, Issue 1, May.

Tilby, A. (2011). BBC Radio 4, Thought for the Day, 17 February.

March 4, 2019 /

Our first Death Café, after a hiatus of some six months, occurred shortly after the death of Jon Underwood, the iconic founder of the Death Café social enterprise.

As I sat listening to the conversation, I couldn’t help but reflect on this remarkable man, and that how without him what was taking place today, at this very minute, would never have occurred. He was a visionary who pioneered the community death conversation forum and death literate movement; an informal, agenda-free space for people to come together to have conversations about death-related issues. He was also provocative in that he confronted what for many people in the West is a difficult concept; the meaning of their mortality. In social research terms, we can define this as, amongst other things, community development, community capacity building, and the fostering or strengthening of individual resilience.

But Jon was simpler than that. His objective was and always will be, to “increase awareness of death with a view to helping people make the most of their (finite) lives”. How we all do this is uniquely individual, yet there is one thing I can be sure of, new trains of thought were generated in the minds of all those who have ever attended a Death Café I’ve had the pleasure to facilitate. And that is thanks to Jon, the first death activist and advocate I’ve had the pleasure and privilege to know.

As always, people came from all walks of life and brought with them varied life experiences, belief systems, and ways of being in the world. Being a palliative care nurse, one attendee “ponders death a lot”, while a medium gently observes, “I rely on death in order to do my work”. Another is curious and wants to know what Death Café is all about, another has friends with cancer which in turn make her think about her own death, and one works in pastoral care.

Topics ranged from the Voluntary Assisted Dying Bill, to palliative sedation and end-of-life or terminal restlessness. “What’s going on?” I wondered, “We don’t know” was the response. The impact of deathbed visions on the dying and their carers was another topic which was explored. How is it possible that these things occur, and how merciful is it that they do. We also explored a quote by E M Forster, American essayist and novelist; “Death destroys a man, the idea of death saves him”.

It is a provocative statement, and one, I feel, intended by the author to evoke a response, to make the reader or listener consider the contradiction in the statement, and to invite us all into a relationship with death in order that we might live our lives a little better, a little more meaningfully, and to work toward our spiritual destiny perhaps a little more consciously.

Thank you Jon, without you, none of this would have been possible.

March 4, 2019 /

Dune, a science fiction novel written by American author Frank Herbert, was originally published in 1965. In 1984 it was released at the cinema to a worldwide audience. The statement, “The sleeper must awaken” is part of a conversation which takes place during a scene featuring two of the main characters, Duke Leto Atreides and Paul Atreides, his son.

It is the eve of what eventuates into death, betrayal and an epic battle for control of a valuable resource found only on the desert planet Arrakis. The two are standing on a rampart of sorts talking about the future when turning toward his son the Duke says, “Without change, something sleeps inside us and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.”

I’m reminded of this because in May I joined a Work exercise group and as it so happened, the fact that I am psychologically asleep (in the Work sense) was brought home to me yet again, vividly and starkly, as was the reality of the human condition, and in particular of my condition as a member of the human race. Charles Tart captures it as follows:

We are dreaming. We are entranced. We are automatized.
We are caught in illusions while thinking we are perceiving reality …
We need to awaken to reality, the reality of the problems
caused by our fragmented selves, so we can discover our deeper selves and the reality of our
world, undistorted by our entranced condition.

Charles Tart, Waking Up: Overcoming the Obstacles to Human Potential, 1987.

In attempting to undertake the exercise I learnt a valuable lesson; I had to be awake while being awake. The task of completing the exercise served as a two-way mirror which enabled me to see aspects of the Sleep State and to experience the reality of the profoundly blinding nature of what the Sleep State is, of how its cloying nature seduces the mind and obscures the vision without our even being aware of it.

It seems to me that Tart has captured the intensity and sense of urgency that accompanies all work on oneself – death constantly stalks us and we never know when or how it will strike. Will we die without having awoken to the possibilities of our soul growth and evolution, in the Work sense, or will we die as robotic automatons, always thinking we’re awake yet never realising we are not.

 

March 4, 2019 /

Once upon a time the fishes of a certain river took counsel together and said, “They tell us that our life and being is from the water, but we have never seen water, and know not what it is.”  Then some said, “There dwells in the sea a very wise fish who knows all things.  Let us journey to him and learn what water is.”

They made the journey, found the wise fish, and made their request.  He replied:

O ye who seek to solve the knot!

Ye live in God, yet know him not.

Ye sit upon the river’s brink,

Yet crave in vain a drop to drink.

Ye dwell beside a countless store

Yet perish hungry at the door.

They thanked him and said, “Forasmuch as you have shown us what water is not, we now know perfectly what it is”, and they returned home satisfied.

[Sufi teaching story, source unknown.]

February 25, 2019 /

“As it is, we must hold to other things, because Death is coming. 
I love death – not morbidly, but because He explains. 
He shows me the emptiness of Money.
Death and Money are the eternal foes.  Not Death and Life …
Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him. 
Behind the coffins and the skeletons that stay the vulgar mind, lies something so immense
that all that is great in us responds to it.”

E.M. Forster, Howards End, 2002.

There is much ado these days about coffins and skeletons, and using death-related insignia for cause and effect in promoting death awareness, which I too occasionally get caught up in, but when I find that happening I bring to mind that one sentence from Forsters text, “Behind the coffins and the skeletons that stay the vulgar mind, lies something so immense that all that is great in us responds to it.”

These are words laden with meaning and complexity, and worth pondering.  What is it that Forster is referring to?  What is that immensity that all that is great in us responds to?  What lays beyond the vulgar mind, which is all too often satisfied with the drossy excitement of life?  The drama of it? The ‘wow’ of it?  The ephemeral shallowness of it?

Eastern teachings tell us that the material world, and we ourselves, are impermanent, and that the only permanence is change.  Yet Eastern teachings also tell us that this can be overcome, that something in us can become permanent, that something in us can transcend this state of affairs.  How do we understand ‘permanence’?  What is ‘permanent’?  And how can we become something other than what and how we know ourselves to be.

Does it have something to do with Forster’s ‘immensity’?  And is there something innately in us, buried deeply within, slumbering perhaps, that is waiting for us to acknowledge its presence?  Could it be that Forster’s immensity calls to us and yearns for us, yet at the same time is denied by us?

And in the solitude of silence the answer comes.