The act of free will is represented beautifully by the metaphor of breathing. Where is free will when you are breathing? When you are not paying attention, it is happening to you. When you are paying attention, you're doing it.
So which is it? Are we free to control, and act upon, our world in any manner we see fit? Or are we bound, hopelessly, to our situation and circumstances, forever dominated by the many laws and forces of the infinite universe?
The answer lies in the breath.
If the conscious 'do-er' is held accountable to meticulously execute each breath, there is anxiety and exhaustion. On the other hand, if the breathing only occurs spontaneously (that is to say to never paid attention to), we would not be able to do such things as speak, swim (underwater), whistle, play an instrument, and even drink out of straws.
But, for the breath to function, for life to exist, both must be present. Free will and determinism, two sides of one reality, forever playing off of each other, dancing the universe into existence.
And, when exposed for what free will really is, we see that what we call OUR free will is really just what the Universe is doing.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The proof is in the path
I have come to the opinion that there is a subtle, but profound, difference between the practice of Buddhism and the practice of Christianity.
When you follow the life of Christ you are becoming a good Christian.
When you are following the instruction of Buddha you are becoming Buddha.
The difference is in the end goal. In Christianity, you can never come close to being Christ (unless you, yourself, are the son of God). But in Buddhism your only goal is to be come Buddha; to wake up.
With Christianity, one must try their best to imitate and follow the life of Christ. And to the degree that you follow the mandates of your own church, you can be called either a good or bad Christian.
There are no good Buddhists, just varying degrees of awareness. 'Waking up' does not require submission to law. But, instead, the cultivation and practice of mindfulness, compassion, and equanimity.
The difference is expressed beautifully in their titles. Christ literally means "the anointed one." A title given by divine grace to one who encapsulates the Godhead. Where 'the Buddha' means "the one who woke up." A title given to someone who has fully integrated insight and action.
The question is which path to follow. To make oneself a facsimile of divinity and wait for God's blessing or go out and cultivate the Godhead for yourself?
When you follow the life of Christ you are becoming a good Christian.
When you are following the instruction of Buddha you are becoming Buddha.
The difference is in the end goal. In Christianity, you can never come close to being Christ (unless you, yourself, are the son of God). But in Buddhism your only goal is to be come Buddha; to wake up.
With Christianity, one must try their best to imitate and follow the life of Christ. And to the degree that you follow the mandates of your own church, you can be called either a good or bad Christian.
There are no good Buddhists, just varying degrees of awareness. 'Waking up' does not require submission to law. But, instead, the cultivation and practice of mindfulness, compassion, and equanimity.
The difference is expressed beautifully in their titles. Christ literally means "the anointed one." A title given by divine grace to one who encapsulates the Godhead. Where 'the Buddha' means "the one who woke up." A title given to someone who has fully integrated insight and action.
The question is which path to follow. To make oneself a facsimile of divinity and wait for God's blessing or go out and cultivate the Godhead for yourself?
Friday, September 18, 2009
Addiction
Recently I have given up cigarettes, again, and I am really getting a first hand view of addiction and what it entails in its experience.
The dictionary defines addiction as: being physically and mentally dependent on a particular substance, and unable to stop taking it without incurring adverse side effects.
I have found this to be true. In looking at my addiction to cigarettes I have surely felt a physical and mental desire.
Physically, I can feel it most in my chest and mouth, when I want a cigarette. My mouth starts salivating in anticipation of tasting smooth tobacco. And my chest begins to ache, almost pulling me, to inhale smoke. My arms and legs begin to tingle for the stimulation and arousal from the nicotine. I have felt these things hundreds of times and I am sure I will feel them hundreds more.
To me, however, I find it much more difficult to deal with the mental traps. When I talk about mental addiction I am simultaneously talking about behavioral, or pattern based, addiction. In my experience the times when my mind plays a large role in urging me to have a smoke, are the times when my mind is reflecting on the situation at hand and my experience similar ones in the past. For example, when I am at a bar, enjoying a beer. Somewhere after two beers a voice in my head encourages me to have a cigarette. It tells me how buzzed I will get from drinking and smoking, and the body wants to follow.
The mind is king of memory and association making. Because of its unrelenting search for comfort, it is always seeking ways to make the present situation more enjoyable. And in cigarettes, the mind has an easy tool to enhance a variety of experiences. That cigarette was a perfect end to that filling lunch. That cigarette made the morning's coffee, invigorating. I needed a cigarette to cap off that amazing sex.
We can see that there is also a pattern developing. A cigarette comes at the end of a stimulating activity. It is used to make the feeling last, to settle more deeply into the enjoyment of the moment. But in practice it becomes more like a reward. It is something we look forward to after the activity. And soon the the smoking becomes intimately paired with the activity, almost as if the two cannot go without each other. From there on, every time we do our favorite activities, there is smoking.
We instill in ourselves, patterns and habits that fly under the radar of consciousness. And because of these unconscious patterns, the habit of smoking, becomes very difficult to break. We are only conscious of our enslavement to cigarettes when we try to stop. And only when we try to stop, when we give our deliberate attention to the cessation of smoking, we see how tied in smoking is with the majority of events during the day.
I have come to the opinion, that this is why people have such difficulty in quitting cigarettes. Because it is not a mere giving up of tobacco, but a re-organization of how we experience much of our day. Not having cigarettes plunges us deep into the sensation of a given experience. Boredom, stress, restlessness, loneliness, and anger all become intensified when we do not have our normal, habitual, outlet for relief. We are forced to sit with our unpleasant emotions and thoughts as they are. When smoking is not an option, we cannot use our normal means of pacifying ourselves.
The good news is when we give up cigarettes we are given more presence to actually see the causes and conditions of what initially caused us stress. By eliminating our unconsciously driven pattern of our normal quick-fix solution to our discomfort all that is left in consciousness is the present moment. We are forced to see our discomfort for what it is and we can either try to eliminate it, by discovering and eliminating its causes and conditions. Or we can let the suffering continue into its limit; infinity.
And this is the difficulty in quitting; attempting to change the very pattern of one's life while at the same time fighting the extreme mental and physical cravings. When faced with the unimaginable task of re-inventing one's life it is always easier to fall back into old patterns; especially when those old patterns involve strong drugs.
So here we are. Stuck with a decision so profound it literally embodies the choice of life or death. And the right choice is as simple as doing nothing. Yet, there is still a world of struggle. Everything is pointing to one solution and the patterns fight tooth and nail to perpetuate themselves.
For now, I will act as I always do, in true wu-wei style, and do nothing.
The dictionary defines addiction as: being physically and mentally dependent on a particular substance, and unable to stop taking it without incurring adverse side effects.
I have found this to be true. In looking at my addiction to cigarettes I have surely felt a physical and mental desire.
Physically, I can feel it most in my chest and mouth, when I want a cigarette. My mouth starts salivating in anticipation of tasting smooth tobacco. And my chest begins to ache, almost pulling me, to inhale smoke. My arms and legs begin to tingle for the stimulation and arousal from the nicotine. I have felt these things hundreds of times and I am sure I will feel them hundreds more.
To me, however, I find it much more difficult to deal with the mental traps. When I talk about mental addiction I am simultaneously talking about behavioral, or pattern based, addiction. In my experience the times when my mind plays a large role in urging me to have a smoke, are the times when my mind is reflecting on the situation at hand and my experience similar ones in the past. For example, when I am at a bar, enjoying a beer. Somewhere after two beers a voice in my head encourages me to have a cigarette. It tells me how buzzed I will get from drinking and smoking, and the body wants to follow.
The mind is king of memory and association making. Because of its unrelenting search for comfort, it is always seeking ways to make the present situation more enjoyable. And in cigarettes, the mind has an easy tool to enhance a variety of experiences. That cigarette was a perfect end to that filling lunch. That cigarette made the morning's coffee, invigorating. I needed a cigarette to cap off that amazing sex.
We can see that there is also a pattern developing. A cigarette comes at the end of a stimulating activity. It is used to make the feeling last, to settle more deeply into the enjoyment of the moment. But in practice it becomes more like a reward. It is something we look forward to after the activity. And soon the the smoking becomes intimately paired with the activity, almost as if the two cannot go without each other. From there on, every time we do our favorite activities, there is smoking.
We instill in ourselves, patterns and habits that fly under the radar of consciousness. And because of these unconscious patterns, the habit of smoking, becomes very difficult to break. We are only conscious of our enslavement to cigarettes when we try to stop. And only when we try to stop, when we give our deliberate attention to the cessation of smoking, we see how tied in smoking is with the majority of events during the day.
I have come to the opinion, that this is why people have such difficulty in quitting cigarettes. Because it is not a mere giving up of tobacco, but a re-organization of how we experience much of our day. Not having cigarettes plunges us deep into the sensation of a given experience. Boredom, stress, restlessness, loneliness, and anger all become intensified when we do not have our normal, habitual, outlet for relief. We are forced to sit with our unpleasant emotions and thoughts as they are. When smoking is not an option, we cannot use our normal means of pacifying ourselves.
The good news is when we give up cigarettes we are given more presence to actually see the causes and conditions of what initially caused us stress. By eliminating our unconsciously driven pattern of our normal quick-fix solution to our discomfort all that is left in consciousness is the present moment. We are forced to see our discomfort for what it is and we can either try to eliminate it, by discovering and eliminating its causes and conditions. Or we can let the suffering continue into its limit; infinity.
And this is the difficulty in quitting; attempting to change the very pattern of one's life while at the same time fighting the extreme mental and physical cravings. When faced with the unimaginable task of re-inventing one's life it is always easier to fall back into old patterns; especially when those old patterns involve strong drugs.
So here we are. Stuck with a decision so profound it literally embodies the choice of life or death. And the right choice is as simple as doing nothing. Yet, there is still a world of struggle. Everything is pointing to one solution and the patterns fight tooth and nail to perpetuate themselves.
For now, I will act as I always do, in true wu-wei style, and do nothing.
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