Everything is Mulch


(Dec. 19, 2015)     Last night I went to a large, joyful Winter Solstice Celebration. 260 people sitting circular in the dark, with a shimmering winter centerpiece of lights in the middle. Tiny white Christmas lights inside fluff of gauze and silk made the illusion of light sparkling on snow. A large wooden wreathe surrounded this, holding candles to the four directions. Much pine around it all, of course.  Small plastic candles under many of our chairs were the only lights for most of the evening. We experienced meditative sharings with simple chants we could easily join in on, contemplating themes brought up by this darkest night of the year:  the turning of all things in circular movements (seasons, life), the value of darkness bringing us quietly inward, the fears we have about darkness, darkness as a time for sending our roots down deeper to where we’re all united together, on and on, lovely quiet reflections with some simple beautiful singing accompanied by cello and/or drum.
    The last third of the evening we began to call for the light to come back.  We celebrated light in many ways, got very enthused singing This Little Light of Mine, I’m gonna let it shine” over and over; we lit our little candles one by one and the room became light and happy. 
   Across the room I saw a tall young man standing against the wall, singing boisterously with us all:  he looked like my dear dead son.  About six feet tall, shaggy hair behind his ears, dressed in jeans and jacket, I could imagine Tom’s beautiful bass voice singing out enthusiastically with this joyful celebration.  I couldn’t take my eyes off him.  He had just that look both gentle and masculine, open heart, idealistic, ready to step forward in leadership if needed but glad to just participate.  My heart beat harder and harder as I stared at him.   I hoped he wasn’t sensing me watching him from far away.  Fortunately the gathering was winding down and then came to an end.  I hurried out of the building, not wanting to talk with anyone or stop to eat of the shared meal.  I hurried to my car, clambered in, shut the door and in the dark I fell apart and bawled.  I felt my heart broken all over again.  Tom returned to spirit six years ago and now I feel somewhat back to functioning without thinking of him.  But here the wound was opened again: I remembered my beautiful son and how much I miss him in my life.   Crying all the way home, I was aware that I needed to pay attention to my driving.
   As soon as I walked in my house, I looked for the book I’d seen recently lying around, Rudolf Steiner on How To Know Higher Worlds.  I couldn’t remember how this book had come to me but I’d read a book by Steiner a year before on some similar topic so I began franticly searching for the one I’d already read, something about how to have contact with the dead.
   Rudolf Steiner lived 1861-1925; he was a Theosophist for ten years when Madame Blavatsky was just beginning that spiritual movement, itself influenced by Spiritualism important at that time. Then Steiner began to develop his own slightly different philosophy of life with ideas reaching far across many aspects of human living, including children’s education (Waldorf schools), agriculture, community, the arts, medicine, philosophy, and psychology.  He was gifted in contacting the dead and insists that we don’t need mediums to do this; anyone can stay in touch with their departed loved ones but there is skill required that we must develop. He also adds that we usually have too much emotion clouding our efforts to hear objectively what someone in spirit is trying to share.  I certainly know this is true and so understand why mediums are needed.
    But now, full of desperate energy, I reorganized many of my books, searching until I found what I was ardently looking for:  Steiner’s book called Staying Connected, How to Continue Your Relationship with Those Who Have Died.  I skimmed through the Table of Contents and my own highlights and saw that these two books are not the same.  So I sat down, got myself comfortable, and began to review the important book I’d already read, full of underlines, earmarked pages, starred passages, question marks. 
    I easily came to the summary:  there are two basic qualities we must foster in ourselves in order to hear communications from those in spirit:  Gratitude and Community With All Things.  These sound simple but, of course, if these were easy many people would automatically be doing this. 
    Steiner’s explanation of Gratitude I grasped, but I wasn’t sure what he meant by “Community with all things.”  He assures us he’s not meaning some warm fuzzy general feeling; he says this is a very specific state and experience.  I reread this section line by line, trying to grasp it. One could not miss a line and hurry on because, yes, this was something unique.
    There is some way in which we must experience consciously what happens automatically in every moment – everything in our world that touches us in any way leaves a mark in us and likewise, every single thing we touch remembers the mark we’ve left upon it.  (I know, one can’t help thinking of dogs running around…)
   I guess this is similar to what is called “mindfulness” in meditation, paying complete attention to what we’re experiencing in the present moment, but combined with Gratitude. 
   Steiner disagrees with all schools of psychology about the function of the subconscious.  Generally it’s thought that the subconscious part of our minds takes in all that we can’t process, especially negative experiences, and brings them up to consciousness now and then,  trying to make sense of them.  Steiner sees the subconscious in this way:  it’s the place of memory where everything that’s touched us, “good” or “bad”, gets remembered, held on to, like a treasury.  Ourconscious mind definitely likes and doesn’t like this and that; we make judgements, we reject some things as bad and welcome other things as good.  The subconscious mind, says Steiner, takes in all experience as good!  All experience ultimately enriches us! 
  
     I pause. This is the trick; this is where gratitude is different for Steiner and Community with All Things is not easy but rather some skill to be worked at.
      But this is not the first time I’ve encountered this strange idea – that all experiences are ultimately enrichning, not good or bad.  I remember in Paulo Coelho’s book The Alchemist, the idea is presented that The Soul of the World is indifferent to suffering, is enriched by everything, is fed by all experience.  I remember feeling how unsatisfactory this feels:  that I/we want to think that Ultimate Powers care about our suffering and are trying to right the grievous wrongs done in this world.
   I sit with this strange and different point of view.  I think about events in my own life that still haunt me as painful, hurtful to me, memories I’ve never been able to let go of, and including sufferings of my departed son in his childhood and adulthood that I so wish I could have taken out of his life.  “You mean, when X happened to me, it doesn’t really matter, it was just an experience?”  I think.  It has no more importance than that?!” 
    Suddenly Experience X seemed so small!  I couldn’t believe how the power had been taken out of X! 
   I went a step further, as required by Steiner, and tried to feel “enriched” by X.   Hmmm. HMMM.  It could be possible.  If one just walked on, didn’t dwell on it as in “what a victim I was” or blame all the consequences I’ve thought came to me because of X.  It could be possible to just think of it as “an experience.”  It doesn’t need to have meaning, nor to have power. Now my body was reacting positively to this view!   
   I did this exercise on another regretful life experience and felt the same amazing lifting of energy, that everything was circulating in my body more freely. 
   Then I tried thinking of a suffering I knew my son had experienced as a child – to think of this as “just an experience”, even though it took him on a path.  Suddenly I felt him with me in spirit – I felt my son saying an enthusiastic “YES!”  This is how he’s experiencing that NOW.  Back in this world, it hurt and stayed with him into his future; perhaps as an adult it gave him sensitivity towards others but it continued to cause him pain.  But now in spirit, it matters not at all to him except as a memory of experience, of a whole life rich in learnings.  I knew I was connecting with him!  I was hearing him because my emotions were calm and not in the way.
    Steiner’s view is supported by what I’ve heard from people who’ve had Near Death Experiences – been proclaimed dead by doctors after an accident or failed surgery, then after a bit they had to return to their bodies.  They all speak, among other things, of having a “life review” though it doesn’t feel to them like judgement – they see consequences and  ”how things went,” but they don’t feel they or anyone has been bad. If they caused suffering, when they (reluctantly) return to their bodies they decide not to do these kinds of things anymore. 
   I continued going quickly through memories I’ve classified as “painful” and feeling them downgraded to the same size as all memories, lacking any hurt or power today.  My body was feeling suddenly lightened.  Then I saw myself sitting back at the Winter Solstice exactly where I’d been sitting earlier; a powerful wind was blowing through me, as if a turbine was sending wind right through my body from back to front.  The windows seemed open and all kinds of things were leaving me.
     Steiner’s idea about Community with All Life seems to me to require that emotion be allowed to flow out from “bad” experiences (crying is GREAT) until we can just be with the experience, OK in some way with it even if our conscious minds can’t agree.  We must welcome life in whatever costume it appears to us and be present in each moment with awareness that all is gift, all is enrichning us somehow.
     Buddhists say desire is the root of all suffering, wanting things to be different than they are.  I myself feel that the conscious mind is right in making its judgements because this is how we create our world here – by rejecting some things, deciding we want more of others.  Desire is creative.  But in the world beyond this, where we return when we leave our bodies, there is rest and this view of enrichment.  Perhaps “evaluation” is the only stance of the dead when looking at details of experience.  It would be hard to hear the dead if this is their view, unless we could first bring ourselves also to this position.  Thus this kind of Gratitude and Community with All Life are bridges for communication with our loved ones now in spirit.

Tom at Disney


[A travel journal entry from the college years of my son, Tom Dix, who returned to spirit 6 years ago today.  Today = Sept 17, 2015.  For those who knew him:  doesn’t this just sound like Tom?  Can’t you see him out there tromping in the rain, smiling and having fun? ]
Tom wrote:
   We went to DisneyWorld, and it was all very nice – fun, amusing, entertaining.  But the highlight for me was not Mickey Mouse or the Haunted House, it was when it suddenly began to pour and everyone in the park ran for cover.  I chose to get wet, and as a result had free run of the whole park!  I was soaked, but it was so great to choose to enjoy it, and I felt a little bad for all the people standing beneath the shelters, missing out on what was for me a greater thrill than Space Mountain or anything else.
     Also, however, I had a wish within that rain that I did not pursue – to find another enjoying it as much as I.  I encountered a few people out in the rain, and only spoke to one – she was the attendant at Dumbo.  I had a great time, but I wished for a partner.  I didn’t find anyone to ask to be my partner. An untaken risk I’ll never get to try again.  A definite regret.  But still, the highlight of all the vacationing here this week. 
(The underlines are Tom’s)
Here’s one more similar short entry:  10/8   Now I’m blazing a trail back campus and finding that the very thought of being here where few others come is comforting – it’s a feeling of nighttime peace during daylight hours.

Driving Through Old Neighborhood

Stomach flip flops
as I pass real places  
where real things happened.  Not
moseying along
curious about what’s meant by
“Middle Asian Restaurant”.  But
Queen of Angels Parish Hall
where my Destiny was changed
forever.
One man claimed me;
The other let me go.
I never realized
I wasn’t at the wheel.
I could turn here and pass
the basement apartment
where willingly
I gave up my
virginity.
And here the school
where my
father-by-marriage taught.
“Only you prepared me
 for the Marines,” a student said.
The previous streets were interesting
but now we’re on Death Row,
place of serious roads taken and those mysteriously
not.
I’m passing through the sea of
 Egypt.
Must not give attention to
the high waters,
must keep going to
safe ground,
to places not marked by me
like a dog leaves its scent.
Must find footing on fresh ground,
back into now,
freedom,
control.
Control?

Past Life Regression

 Sunday 7/19/15
    Today I’m traveling the Erie Canal!  For a couple hours on Amtrak, on my way to be trained in Past Life Regression with Dr. Brian Weiss at Omega Institute in Rhinebeck NY, my train has been accompanying this broad quiet human-made river. I wouldn’t have known it was the Erie Canal except I was surprised to see a flat boat saying Erie Canal Boat Rides.  I guess I thought the Erie Canal was a past tense historical experience.  I remember the song we learned in elementary school “I got a mule, her name is Sal.  Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal”  etc. 
   What a lovely experience here.  I’m no good with measurements but I’d say this waterway is about 4 living rooms across; I could swim it easily.  It’s dark green, not really dirty looking.  I haven’t seen much wild life; it may flow pretty steady so I see no turtles sunning or herons hunting.  There are green or orange buoys here and there to mark underwater objects to be avoided.  Now and then there’s an old 3 part bridge,  or dams with small locks alongside.  No recreational boats, just one empty barge abandoned alongside the water.  Lush forests or marshes along both sides, probably all public lands along this freight way.  No beaches.  Occasionally the canal splits around a sandbar or island.  The famous Erie Canal really exists!
     I’ve taken Amtrak rather than fly to NYC where I’d have to transfer, but this will take me 18 hours from Chicago to Rhinebeck!  I’ve taken a sleeper; tried sleeping sitting up once going to Colorado and was in horrible pain by the time I arrived.  This sleeper is cute!  Very carefully planned so every convenience possible can be squeezed in somehow.  I have my own hidden toilet!  And a sink that folds down with hot, cold, and ice water! My meals are included and can even be brought to my room for me.  The food is pretty good! I slept very soundly once I got used to the sounds and rhythms of the train.      
Omega.  Tuesday.   What a moving and amazing experience!  First off, Dr. Brian Weiss himself is worth being with.  A gentle, warm, centered man with a wonderful sense of humor and genuine love for people, it’s worth the money just to be in the presence of a person like this. He reminds me of the lucky time I was able to sit directly in front of Thich Nhat Hanh, the Vietnamese Buddhist Monk.  I don’t remember what he said, but I will NEVER forget what he felt like.
    Dr. Weiss is a psychiatrist , graduated with honors from Columbia University and Yale School of Medicine, trained in Freudian psychotherapy and published and honored for his serious research.  After many years of practice he discovered by accident that patients can be regressed way back to before they were born, other lives that they have lived!  He continued to research this privately for some years and finally felt he had to come out of the closet and reveal what he’d been finding.   He feared he might be disgraced in the eyes of  his fellow professionals but his experience compelled his conscience to share it.  His first book,  Same Soul, Many Bodies, was an unexpected hit.  Professionally he took many punches but in no time other professionals were also coming to him to learn this.  Clients are healed of the strangest ailments, discovering that the origin of various fears, antagonisms towards particular people,  strange physical pains and diseases, even problems with weight can be traced back to experiences in previous lives.  In just the same way that uncovering them in our own forgotten childhood heals these wounds, uncovering them in past lives heals them too.
   I myself know probably twenty other lives that I’ve had.  Some I know through dreams.   I’ve gotten good at interpreting my dreams and can recognize the difference between symbolic dreams and historic dreams as well as interactions going on at deep levels with other living and dead people, out-of-body experiences and such.  Some past lives I’ve guessed by my unusual interests or aversions.  Some I know through hypnosis, the method we use in this class.  In none of my lives (so far) was I famous or exotic, which is usual in past life regression.  These are real ordinary lives; no one comes out claiming they were Napoleon or Jesus or Cleopatra.  A matter of fact, these other lives that are troubling us still are often harsh or non-glorious where we learned something difficult.  In that way, every life is precious. 
   I’m dealing now  in particular with my life as a French Canadian lumberjack in western Michigan.  I seemed to have worked with Swedes, who teased me about being short and French.  I got pretty hot about it and tried to fight, almost got myself killed!  So I retreated to farming, carrying with me a grudge against Swedes. Here in this life my French Canadian father married my Swedish mom and I get to work out this conflict inside me! The story goes on about my bad attitude towards my wife and consequently I get to be a woman now!  Ha ha!  It’s all about learning and growing….
     More to come as I go through this week…

Tradition


Tradition:
Similar to a (good) habit.  Helps all stay more easily on the path of choice.  Both tradition and habit are watched over by awareness.
Traditions are forged through the courage and effort of our ancestors:  they are our rich inheritance.  They should not be thrown out on a whim. 
Tradition holds together the community of the past, present, and future as one, while allowingconscious change across time.
The Covenant or Creed is the most important tradition for a spiritual community.  It should hold clearly what has brought these people together; what they are trying to live up to together.

Supermarket friendships


A delightful experience in the supermarket.  I was in line to check out when an old Chinese man in the next line came towards me looking at my cart, then at me, then at my cart.  (I knew he was Chinese by his long white stringy chin-beard, like out of some ancient poem).  I asked him “Can I help you?”  In pretty good English he said, “I look ideas about healthy food.  What you have?”  This was just a quick stop for me that day.  I pointed to my stack of cheap t.v. dinners – “These t.v. dinners are just $1 each,” I explained.  I buy them for the tasty sauce and then add more meat and vegetables, because I’m no good at making sauces.”  Then I showed him my two bananas, my Brownberry bread – “This is healthy,” I said,  and my organic lettuce.  And then it was time for both of us to proceed to our checkouts.  Finished with our transactions, he came to me again.  “You write for me name of these things?”  I took a paper and pen and wrote “Michelina’s t.v. dinners, Brownberry bread,” etc.  He pointed to the word “t.v.”  “What is this t.v.?” he asked.  “Television,” I explained.  “You microwave these and have a quick dinner ready.”  “Oh!”  he said delighted.  “Eat while watch television!”  “Yes,” I affirmed with a smile.  “You my teacher!” he exclaimed twice, and with a head bow and warm smiles we separated.  It was all so unusual and delightful, I wondered if I ought to get his phone number or something!  I felt such warmth for this lovely person, and wondered “why”, as we often wonder when the unusual happens.
    My first reaction later was to feel how glad I am to be 70 years old. Had I been younger I might have felt embarrassed by his approach or afraid those behind me in line would be impatient or judgmental.  But we were two old strangers interacting with the freedom of elders, feeling secure with each other in some indescribable way.  We were beyond caring what we look like to those around and could just be open and human with each other.
    I later remembered a news story that in Japan there’s been a rash of petty thefts by senior citizens.  They’ll steal a loaf of bread, get caught and taken to jail for a night, and then released.  Then they do the same thing again.  It seems they’re lonely!  In jail, they have people to talk with.  Perhaps my old Chinese friend was just looking for an excuse to chat with someone.  If so, he made my day.
   And now, I pay attention in grocery stores for folks who look like they just need a human chat.  That isn’t hard to do…