The Ultimate Enlightenment Guide to India: cars, trains and airplanes

The day of my departure from the security of the temple complex has arrived. I am now aware of the fact that India never fails to impress dramatically and punctuate all with a tinge of the exotic: the otherworldly. My taxi driver arrives at the obscene hour of 4:15, as in the morning – not even God is awake, just the soft pulsating of nocturnal creatures, crickets and the like. The driver is naturally obeisant and gracious. At the gate, I receive my first complication of the day. Now appreciate that this is 4:30 in the morning and my mood is not yet, that should read good mood is not yet, fully engaged. “Where is your badge?” “My what …?” “You cannot leave here unless you surrender your conference ID!” This is not some state-of-the-art device, but a piece of laminated paper. Upon reflection, I realize that the aggressive openings of my suitcases and obscene utterances in Polish assist the guard in his resignation. “That document is actually not necessary. Thank you.” We are off! As the path falls away into the highway, I take the opportunity to reflect on the past few days. When we first arrived, the day before the course began, we were marshaled together and told class begins in the morning at 6:00 sharp, coupled with the admonition, “Don’t be late: be early. Two chances and you will be asked to leave.” “Wow!” This does not fit into my concept of easy-going yoga. By the end of the program, however, I realize these adherents have dedicated their lives to a particular interpretation of reality. They have no patience for triflers.

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The Ashram

As I enter their home, I notice a slight wobbliness in my legs, undoubtedly the body’s expression of relief at not being propelled at warp speed. (1) The house comprises two stories. The first containing the principal rooms and areas: the entrance foyer, the study, the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, etc. The second holds the bedrooms and bathrooms. The walls are troweled concrete painted in a light pastel shade of off-white. They weave seamlessly into the intricately-designed tiled floor. This adds a feeling of lightness reminiscent of Ali Baba and the Arabian Nights: I look for flying carpets, though none are to be found. (2) I remind myself that, though this is a Hindu home, the pervasive influence of Islam, through the Mogul dynasty, (3) is not that distant a memory. It shows itself in the interior design, copied from the delicate styling seen in the Taj Mahal, for example. I congratulate myself on my recent acquisition of a smattering of Indian history. Sadly, a little knowledge is dangerous and almost useless in a land as enigmatic and perplexing as India.

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The Ultimate Enlightenment Guide to India: the return

I arrive to a sun-filled afternoon in Taipei. This seems to contrast with the feeling of moisture, as in feeling like a wet, browbeaten dog. Pushing that thought aside (recent yoga training), I take a bus and then an even longer high-speed train back to my home in Taichung. Along the way, I begin to have more and more empathy for the peasant farmers who used to stand beside me in the tramway in Krakow some forty years before. All unwashed bodies smell the same, I remark: pungent, but honest. Yes, I am an honest man: this madness at the Indian border was not my fault – the doubt remains, however. Life is, ultimately, always your fault. I trundle my luggage up to my apartment and begin to unpack. Gosh I have generated a lot of laundry in just two-and-a-half days! At his death, Gandhi owned less than ten possessions, (1) I obviously have a lot to learn!

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We Should Never Forget Where We Have Come From

To whom it may concern:

Please consider this a brief history of my grandparents, why they came to Canada and my motivation for seeking Polish citizenship. Both of my maternal grandparents were born in the environs of Drohobych, which is now part of Ukraine. In the late 14th century, the town was situated in the precursor of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth (1): it was Polish. It had access to good land and ample water thus developing into a wealthy farming community. The city had a change of suzerainty in 1772 and was ceded to Austria during the First Partition of Poland. This had little impact on the lives of the serfs, notwithstanding: they continued to live and work on large agricultural estates, mostly in poverty and in squalor. In 1848 revolution swept over Europe. The Austro-Hungarian monarchy was saved in this rebellion by emancipating the serfs: powerless, but now free. My maternal great-great grandfather was one of those freed serfs. Though they continued to eke out a living on a large estate, life was different: they had a mental concept of liberty. His father filled my grandfather with the twin concepts of land and freedom. To be truly a “man,” you had to have freehold title to a portion of God’s good earth. Unfortunately, this region of the world, at this particular time in history, had one of the highest population densities in the world: this, therefore, precluded land ownership. The prices were just inaccessible to the farming class: leasing land was the “best” you could hope for: not good enough! My grandfather was born in 1875. He grew into a strapping, good-looking man: hardworking and industrious. He, inevitably, wanted more out of life for his children and family: he desired his own “piece of paradise.”

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Create your own excellent life values

“Quality of life” is a term so ubiquitous and oft used that it has become banal. The question to be asked is: what does the phrase truly mean or entail? Are we speaking of material well-being or spiritual enlightenment? Are we living the ultimate American Dream or we ensconced in the upper reaches of Bhutan: the self-described happiest country on Earth? These questions are fraught with as many new questions as they are filled with antiquated answers. Obviously, the truth lies somewhere in the middle. Are we capable of making ourselves “World Citizens” (1) or must we choose between civilizations and countries? Recently I travelled to Canada. During my sojourn, I had an opportunity to speak to many Asian immigrants. I inquired if they were contented with their new-found home? The answer was invariably, “Yes, but…” The “but” being in essence, “No! The dream that I was promised has not or will not materialize.” Conversely, few foreigners stay in Taiwan for a protracted period of time. Both examples, tragically, hinge on 20th century models that, by definition, are either nationalistic or chauvinistic. It is to be noted that passports did not always exist. In the 30 years prior to WWI, for example, they were considered unnecessary in Europe, due to the speed of train travel. (2) The severity of the passport system has been greatly enhanced by the post-apocalyptic period after 9-11. There have been relatively very few incidents of terrorism in the subsequent 12 years, but we are herded like cattle and treated like criminals when we travel. It has come to such a point that we are endlessly, endlessly searched by sad-looking, blank humanoids. Why? To quote Henry Thoreau (3) while he was in jail for civil disobedience: “They plainly did not know how to treat me, but behaved like persons who are under-bred. In every threat and in every compliment there was a blunder; for they thought that my chief desire was to stand on the other side of that stone wall… I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.” What Thoreau is indicating is that the security personnel are as equally a part of the “big farce” as we are. The reason, simplistically answered, is power and control. There is an international “push” on the part of the ruling elites to control population movement and limit personal liberty. I give you a very small private experience. At Canada Customs, the official noted that I lived in Taiwan, seeking my acknowledgement. Nowhere in my passport does it state that I live here; I have never registered with the Canadian Consulate nor have I signed any documentation. Contemporary governments do not possess the expertise to stage management the developing new economy. We have a very fascinating article entitled Young Whistle-blowers are trying to protect the US identity. The piece claims that the youth of today are trying to expunge the moral corruption of the old post-capitalistic system. Interesting! They are afraid of George Orwell. (4) We must remember that change is eventually good: winter gives way to spring and spring to summer. We are left with this thoughtful quote by Mother Teresa (1910-1997): Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin. (Reprinted from July 13th 2014)

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Life is fickle: we must make it magnificent!

Just bad luck! The other day, I finished re-reading Rabbi Kushner’s book “When Bad Things Happen to Good People.” The book is predicated on the death of the man’s son from an incurables disease, and his relationship with God before and after the tragedy. I found this little manuscript thoughtful and, in strange sort of way, extremely peaceful. The net result of the book is, in my interpretation, that God affords us the moral authority that is necessary to live a productive and fulfilling life but he cannot micro-manage individual situations: and rightly so. We can pray for courage, justice and honor, but we cannot pray for a lottery win or to spare the life of my dear father, no matter how precious that special man is to me. Our prayers must be to request that “Pater” be given peace. This is a very morally freeing book: who now takes responsibility for your life? You do in partnership with God. You can freely make your own moral or immoral decisions. Juxtaposed against this piece is Tolstoy’s disquieting novella, The Death of Ivan Ilych. Ivan has it all: progeny, a beautiful wife, a fantastic legal career and good standing in the community. He, however, develops a terminal illness and comes to question everything in his life. The subsequent realization is that he is not satisfied with the way that he has lived and is truly dying, with no chance of reprieve. In my opinion, the obvious message of the book is that physical life is finite and has no chance to be revisited in this form, if at all. We must, therefore, lead a life of fulfillment and joy, not a life led in the shadow of others or consumed by the values of others. In this context, consciousness is a pure gift to be embraced and our personal mission achieved: not an easy task. Knowing this, one would have to question the societal ennui sweeping the earth. Why are millions of people seemingly lost and sailing in a rudderless ship when, to be happy, we only have to make choices? Simply put: we can’t! We are so imbued with the concept of ownership and the value of things that we feel immobile: any potential choice or option, by definition, has an element of risk or loss. Countless individuals toil in pointless economic activities with the mythical belief that their chosen activity will free them: from what they are not sure. Certainly it circumscribes some concept that borders on the American Dream or the delusion of financial “success.” Many intellectuals now place humanity at a crossroads. Can we continue to live in a civilization that allots the tiniest percentage of the population the greatest percentage of the society’s wealth? The answer is a resounding “no.” Socialist countries that seek to balance extreme wealth through taxation with the general needs of the nation might be a more equitable way to achieve economic parity. Few people migrate from the Nordic countries of Denmark, Finland, Sweden or Norway, for example. Is civilization improving or is it continuing an endless cycle of pain and suffering? Ultimately, this is a pointless question. The being that we can truly improve is the self. In that regard, we are totally in control: given that “life is fickle” and we are born with a set of givens: our sex, our skin color, our intelligence, etc. We are left with a thought by Steven Covey (1): Ineffective people live day after day with unused potential. They experience synergy only in small, peripheral ways in their lives. But creative experiences can be produced regularly, consistently, almost daily in people’s lives. It requires enormous personal security and openness and a spirit of adventure. (Reprinted from August 6th 2013)

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Myths and the minds that make them

Myths are a double-edged sword. They imbue every society with fear or with hope. One thrust perhaps leads you into a life of inquiry and intellectual development; while the other parry, defensively, may produce a life-long search for false gods: arguably money and power. Defensively because you can never accumulate enough of these entities: the other evening I watched an interesting speech given by a man by the name of Dylan Ratigan.  The nexus of his speech was that we get the society that we deserve (1) and, subliminally, want. So, we ultimately must change our personal paradigm if we want to change the society. He goes on to cite the example of the American volunteer army. It comprises one percent of the American population. It does the nation’s bidding in a voyeuristic, video-playing way. We watch the news with a type of detachment that has no virtual placement in our day-to-day lives. We enjoy the paraphernalia of power, the flags, the uniforms, the ceremonies over dead “heroes,” etc., but only rarely is it related to our reality. If you consider the concept of creating your own legend, exciting and dangerous portals are opened. One quickly thinks of Pandora’s Box, (2) once opened, the old reality cannot be recovered. Certainly the most impressionable demographic is comprised of young people under the age of twenty-five or thirty. They have finished school and are now exposed to the “real world.” They have grown up in a technologically-oriented reality and have been exposed to a unique part of their psyche: the part of the brain that is stimulated by gaming. The Roman Empire kept the “mob at bay” through a system of bread and circuses. To watch a gladiator fight was time consuming and appeasing: my belly is full and my desires have been satiated, therefore, no rioting today. Is gaming a good or bad social phenomenon? A curious example: Many games are stunningly realistic, violent and bloody. They give us a version of the fight or mission that is sanitized and unemotional, the only sensation being whether I have lost or won. Who joins the American military (or any military for that matter)? They are either opportunistic or patriotic. Statistically, contrary to the popularly held belief, the US military is decidedly middle-class and ethnically diverse. By extension, they can afford the smart phones, the I-pads, etc.: life being a computer-generated game. The complexity of war, of course, is predicated on reality: when your buddy is shot in the head, he is dead. The suicide rate amongst soldiers and veterans is well above those killed in combat. I posit that the transition from game to actuality is too overwhelming for many individuals. (3) To sift to a new model of living will be adventurous but difficult. Every bone in your body is pushing you to buy more “stuff,” most of which is boring and quickly discarded. In our new world, we must find a unique way to live that placates our desires and yet allows us to grow spiritually and emotionally. At Regal, we promote two very elemental concepts: you are your own real teacher (and therefore have a deeply personal responsibility for your own life) and you are beautiful and unique (regardless of your skin color or body type). If we are willing, as a human society, to discard or ameliorate old beliefs, an aura of peace will come to each individual. How do I know that I am alive? Descartes (1596-1650) tells us: Cogito ergo sum (I think, therefore I am). Each of us knows, however, that the question has much broader implications. The ancillary questions being: why am I alive and its concomitant partner, what is my mission in life? Many, many educators now promote the thought that yes you may have a meaningless job at the beginning of your career to make a living. Still, if you want to be that great dancer (and you keep your dream alive), it is achievable. And, like the remaining item in Pandora’s Box, there is always, always, hope. Singer and businessman, Jimmy Dean (1928-2010), leaves us with a thought: I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can always adjust my sails to always reach my destination. (Reprinted from July 6th 2013)

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Mindful excellence: we all must achieve it

The other day I passed a construction site only to observe a large amount of men lolling about waiting for the next shipment of concrete or whatever to suddenly engage them with some immediate task. This got me to thinking: this is probably how most of us exist; we have large periods of absolute boredom only to be punctuated by momentary “gasps” of intensity-fueled passion or effort. The question is: if you are a thoughtful human being, is this how you want to live? The answer is an instantaneous, “no.” The problem I believe, however, is that few of us have any appreciation of time whatsoever. We focus on our bodies, our careers, our romantic associations and our financial goals, to name but a few. These occur as our mortal clock clicks away. Additionally: do most people truly do a marvelous job when they, say, clean a toilet? Unfortunately, those who fail to acknowledge the power of time and the strength of excellence will suffer: hence the bitter old man or woman. (2) The key to snuffing out these painful phenomena is to step forward and take up the banner of what I like to call “mindful excellence.”

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I’m moving back to the land: really?

All city dwellers intrinsically feel disconnected from the land. We are separated to such an extent that the average person, in the main, has never been to any form of abattoir to watch their “food” being processed: it is not a pretty sight. In most cases, it would make you a lifetime vegetarian. This would be especially true if displayed at a tender age. That being said, a return to the farm could, perhaps in a single generation, remake the animal-food connection.

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