Self-discovery – without exercises to the true me, the true IAugust 11, 2022
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I am happy to have a living master – to follow or be oriented to a living master. I don’t find it that easy to put it. Because I don’t “have” the master. I don’t follow him either – there is no path. But I feel that I can be oriented to him – in every moment. Some of my friends do not understand why Madhukarji is so important to me. At the same time, I know that there are some in the sangha who have not been looking for a master at all.
Why is it so important to have a living master?
Yet they were found, they found him, and they remain oriented to him. I could also orient myself to a master who is only in the book. But there is a difference. After all, such a spiritual experience is quickly made and I am sure that everyone who has a spiritual orientation has had such an experience. But is that really what it’s all about? Is that what spiritual experiences are all about? And how come people who never looked for a master suddenly write about how important it is for them to have a living master? It probably depends on what is important to you. For me, it’s about cultivating this preciousness, this inner peace, and living it in every single moment – regardless of the external circumstances. To let this love, this inner fire and joy of life shine. And the master helps to get everything out of the way that keeps me from keeping myself on course, so to speak. That is my experience. Because it’s not about single spiritual experiences – it’s about every single moment and remembering to keep consciousness oriented to consciousness itself. But I wanted to show you something today and not write so much myself. I was inspired to write this blog post today by Mira. For her, yesterday was a repeat of an anniversary. And she wrote it so beautifully and touchingly. But just read it yourself:
The 17th anniversary of my first Satori
TODAY IS A HOLIDAY
…like every 12th of August of the year.
Today is the seventeenth anniversary of the day of the first satori and I would like to try to put into words and share with you the gratitude for this experience – and everything that came after! – in words and to share it with you.
It was in my first retreat at Chiemsee, in the last satsang on Friday morning. My mind had been fighting for a week, against silence, against satsang, against the master, against the rules, oh actually against everything. In this last satsang I had no choice but to GIVE UP, my mind really saw no other way out. So I gave up. I surrendered. Completely.
At first I didn’t know what happened to me.
Weeks later Madhukarji asked me in the Satsang in Vienna, what had happened to me at the Chiemsee. I had – of course – no words for it, because there are no words for it. So I tried to find a metaphor and ended up with the image of a steamroller that slowly rolls out and finally stops.
What was different afterwards?
Since then, there have been many satori experiences, most often in Tiru (in Ramana’s living room or “just sitting” on the bed in the ashram). And just as often I have drifted back into the dramas of life. Closed my heart again and identified with what I called MY LIFE. Lost the silence. That is why it is so important to have a living master!
It’s about remembering. Again and again. What grace!
I am grateful for the inner peace, the love that permanently flows, the inner fire and a joy of life that I would never have thought possible.