When meditation practice is limited to the meditation room, ashram or monastery, it becomes a non-practical endeavor that cuts us off from daily life. A bridge must be built that connects our internal and external lives, a sublime and refined consciousness that enables us to recognize life, itself, reflects the extent to which one’s chakra system has developed. The inability to cross that bridge is a reminder of how disconnected we are from spirit; how we cower in a shadowlike internal womb that never allows us to work out karma and connect the human with the divine.
The pain and intensity of life forces people to burrow deep inside their internal safety net and rarely peek out. Both their subjective and objective realities lose themselves in a foggy landscape full of thought and emotion…and it’s almost impossible to cross the bridge. It’s easy to feel secure in a meditational state of calm that eliminates many dimensions of living and closes oneself off from multilevel experience. Like blind men on a raft in the middle of a stormy ocean, we thrust and flail our limited knowledge at the complexity of life without any grasp of which direction life’s real treasures can be found. We substitute greed for spirit and often transform the material world into some godlike image that we worship. We manufacture divisive mental traps that drain us of wisdom and knowledge and create for ourselves habits that appear to protect us from life’s incursions.
Both sides of the bridge can be fraught with danger.
But nothing is safe in a world saturated with polarity. Life is edgy and dangerous because of a constant presence of the unknown. The fear of death lingers over everything we do, the thought that actions are absurd if they create a world that must be surrendered to the unknown, that no path leads to a safe and secure domicile.
Our search takes us in myriad directions. There’s always the thought: “I can fix the world’s problems.” But almost never the thought: “I have to fix myself.” We enter thousands of dead-end passages; we beat our heads against countless walls, until intense suffering forces us to internalize our vision and seek the real cause of our problems. Then we seek mentors…masters…people who have traversed the road of intense suffering and learned to subdue their inner chaos, people who have learned to transform suffering into wisdom and unconditional love; people that live with peace in their hearts.
Tantra is not a byproduct of mind, emotion or matter. When mastered, it reveals life’s constant and ever-changing flow of cycles that give birth to one another. The master becomes a quick-change artist who acts in scene after scene of a play written by God. To be a Tantric master is to be fully and completely alive. It’s to live in the moment with an open heart regardless of the world’s travail and the constant sting of negativity’s dark antenna. The Tantric master’s life is lived at the center of creation and is one with a spectacle that bursts forth around him. There’s no path or direction; there’s no beginning or end, no past, present or future. There’s only the continuum of life that guides the Tantric master to the soul of the universe…
(to be continued…)