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Saturday November 8, 2008

Spiritual Questing, Near-Death Experiences, and the Global Village

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Sun Wheel I mandala

In some ways my experience of the heart of Beliefnet has been tangential. Focused mainly on art and healing, I have paid less than full attention to the remarkable phenomonen of Beliefnet itself and it's intermixing of so many spiritual paths.

No more!

This is a little story of where I've been and where I think I'm going, spiritually. I'd be grateful to hear from others about their own journeys.

Although I was raised Jewish, I have not been active in that faith since my Bar Mitzvah. Growing up Jewish in a mostly non-Jewish community, where Judaism was largely ignored and sometimes scorned, led me to becoming an alienated Jew who, at an early age, wished he could be something else. (My mother once told me that I came home from Kindergarten one December day and declared, "I'm not Jewish, I'm Christmas!) It must have been cushing to see, as the years passed, that I couln't be "Christmas" no matter how hard I tried.

So, if I couldn't be "Christmas," and Judaism did not satisfy me, I needed to become something else. But the only religions I was exposed to in my home town near Buffalo, NY, were Judaism and Christianity. Unable to find my way into either, in my teenage years I drifted into agnosticism and what I see, in retrospect, as a sense of spiritual isolation.

That began to change in college, where I was exposed to the radical inversion of Judeo-Christianity in William Blake's "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell," a poem which began my lifelong quest for a spiritual practice and a spiritual home. I soon found Buddhism, Hinduism, and Sufism; learned Transcendental Meditation; sought draft counseling from the Quakers and briefly attended their meetings; visited Unitarian churches; and attempted to find some personal connection to communities that practiced in these traditions. Yet, nothing seemed quite right, and by my early 20s my spiritual quest had reached what felt like a dead end. I retreated, again, to a vaguely spiritual kind of agnosticism. And, again, to a sense of spiritual isolation.

My near-death experience at 41 put me back on a spiritual quest, and with much more urgency. I found that the "me" I was before my brush with death was not quite the "me" I was afterward. It's hard to summarize the changes. Some of them were transitory. For the first several months, I felt possessed of a powerful energy I had never experienced before. I knew who was calling when the phone rang, and letters with infrequent correspondents crossed in the mail. I felt as if I literally had a power I could direct with my hands, like bolts of electricity issuing forth from my palms and fingers. As I became increasingly involved in the activities of daily life, however, this psychic sense gradually faded.

Other changes seem to have become a permanent part of my character. One, common to almost all near-death experiencers I have met, is that I no longer fear death itself. Although mine wasn't one of the blissful near-death experiences I have since read about, neither was it at all frightening; it was, rather, by far the calmest moment of my life, deeply centering. I also returned with a sense of purpose, of living on borrowed time that I had better make the most of. Just prior to blacking out, I had seen a series of line charts in my mind, each one representing how close to my true path I had been in all the major areas of my life. At the moment of blacking out, I saw on each of these charts a break, followed by an upward trend moving into the future. I was flooded with a sense that I knew what to do with my life, at last, and hoped for a chance to complete it.

The path I envisioned 15 years ago has been much more complex than I imagined it to be in that moment, and much more difficult, but it has led me to re-discovering myself as a photographer and thinking of myself as an artist; to redirecting my vocation to healing; and to actively searching for a spiritual practice and community. I have been on retreats with Thich Nhat Hanh, have attended weekly Unitarian services, have revisited Judaism in various forms, have received a Sufi name and practiced Wazifas, and have studied the works of several teachers of various other branches of the world's religions. Yet I have not been able to find one place that feels like home. Always there is a foreign part I can't relate to, much like the Hebrew I listened to, uncomprehendingly, on Saturday mornings as a child. Or there is a sense of not-quite-fitting, of being the ugly duckling.

Until now.

Recently, my psychotherapy mentor, a man who for 45 years has been studying most of the world's great religions, has begun to integrate teachings from all these wise traditions into a single forum. He has created a spiritual teaching center where any and all of the spiritual teachings of humanity can find a home. This feels right, to me. Although it goes against the oft-repeated notion that "the man who chases two rabbits catches none" -- the idea that one must, as I was recently told by a Lama from California, choose one path and one teacher -- I feel a kinship with this group of spiritual seekers unlike anything I have felt before. There are, I have felt for decades, many paths up the mountain, but it is the same mountain.

This is, to me, the beginning stage of a true spiritual integration.

I believe that the spiritual landscape is changing, much as the racial landscape has changed, perhaps forever, with the election of a mixed-race President. For many years, there has been a global interchange of religions and spiritual traditions. The West has been flooded with the influences and traditions of the East, as in the prior several centuries the West brought (and sometimes forced) it's traditions on the East. Meditation and Yoga, for instance, have become part of our mainstream, and with these practices came many of the teachings that accompanied them. Through modern media -- radio, television, and now especially the Internet -- we have all, everywhere, the opportunity to be exposed to the accumulated wisdom of humankind. We are not limited to the traditions in our neighborhood or village, or of our forefathers. We live in the Global Village that Marshall McLuhan predicted in the early 60s, and we can learn from all of its teachers, everywhere.

Beliefnet, it now occurs to me, is a big part of this intermixing, a place within the Global Village where not only can anyone find a spiritual home, but also where we can visit all the other neighborhoods and, in so doing, achieve spiritual enrichment unattainable until the present moment.

So. That's where I'm at in my spiritual quest. I'll keep you posted on future developments and, I hope, you'll do the same.

More anon,
David

Discussion:
Spiritual Questing, Near-Death Experiences, and the Global Village
Art, Healing, and Transformation group
Flower Mandalas Project group
Cultivating Creativity group

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© 2008, David J. Bookbinder

Thursday September 18, 2008

Flower Mandalas: Yellow Rose (and garbage)

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Yellow Rose I

Defiled or immaculate. Dirty or pure. These are concepts we form in our mind. A beautiful rose we have just cut and placed in our vase is pure. It smells so good, so fresh. A garbage can is the opposite. It smells horrible, and it is filled with rotten things.

But that is only when we look on the surface. If we look deeply, we will see that in just five or six days, the rose will become part of the garbage. We do not need to wait five days to see it. If we just look at the rose, and we look deeply, we can see it now. And if we look into the garbage can, we see that in a few months its contents can be transformed into lovely vegetables, and even a rose. If you are a good organic gardener, looking at a rose you can see the garbage, and looking at the garbage you can see a rose.

Roses and garbage inter-are. Without a rose, we cannot have garbage; and without garbage, we cannot have a rose. They need each other very much. The rose and the garbage are equal. The garbage is just as precious as the rose.

- Thich Nhat Hanh, "Peace is Every Step"

Discussion:
Art, Healing, and Transformation group
Flower Mandalas Project group
Cultivating Creativity group

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Sunday September 7, 2008

Flower Mandala: Protection

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Pink Peony I

On life's journey, faith is nourishment, virtuous deeds are a shelter, wisdom is the light by day and right mindfulness is the protection by night. If a man lives a pure life, nothing can destroy him.
- Buddha

May St. Patrick guard you wherever you go, and guide you in whatever you do and may his loving protection be a blessing to you always.
- Irish Blessing

Discussion:
Art, Healing, and Transformation group
Flower Mandalas Project group
Cultivating Creativity group

Request a flower mandala screensaver: Fifteen Flower Mandalas

© 2008, David J. Bookbinder

Monday February 4, 2008

It's Already There

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Dark to Light Suns (view larger image)

This post is not so much about art and healing/transformation, though art has played its part, but about the transformative power of the spiritual imagination.

About a year ago, I was stricken with a gastrointestinal bleed. By the time it was identified, I had already lost about two pints of blood, and I was also rapidly losing weight. Fourteen years before, a similar scenario had brought me within minutes of death. The present situation seemed serious to my physician and gastroenterologist and frightening to me. I underwent a battery of tests, beginning with simple ones -- testing for occult blood, measuring hemoglobin and hematocrit counts -- and, as the bleeding continued, endoscopy, colonoscopy, and an abdominal ultrasound..

Much to my surprise, the gastroenterologist had never mentioned the relatively benign explanations my physician had offered for my still-undiagnosed problem (bleeding polyp, anal fissure, hemorrhoids), and instead cited more serious conditions, a set of "C's" including Celiac disease, colitis, Crohn's disease, and the Big C, cancer. As each round of tests ruled out one set of damaged organs and by implication ruled in the remaining set, the problem area eventually narrowed to my small intestine, which could only be imaged, without surgery, by my swallowing a small camera known as a PillCam. The PillCam procedure required insurance company approval, and that took ten days.

Ten days is a long time to wait when you are bleeding internally.

In the interim, I found myself feverishly scanning the Internet for information on all the illnesses my gastroenterologist had mentioned, and for any other maladies that could explain my symptoms. Nothing I found was simple or likely to get better by itself. I fantasized about a repeat of the botched surgery I had undergone following my 1993 bleeding incident, imagined fatal outcomes, feared the unknown.

And then, with the help of a Buddhist friend's intervention and an act of Imagination, I stopped fretting.

My friend e-mailed me a Buddhist verse on using wisdom and courage to deal with acceptance of sickness. It's intention is to help us regard sickness, health, long life or early death as, equally, gifts from the Universe, all to be welcomed equally, all to be transmuted into service to other sentient beings. It is described as a way to transform suffering into enlightenment. Here it is:

I rely on you, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas,
Until I achieve enlightenment.
Please grant me enough wisdom and courage to be free from delusion.

If I am supposed to get sick, let me get sick,
And I'll be happy.
May this sickness purify my negative karma
And the sickness of all sentient beings.

If I am supposed to be healed, let all my sickness and confusion be healed,
And I'll be happy.
May all sentient beings be healed
And filled with happiness.

If I am supposed to die, let me die,
and I'll be happy.
May all the delusion
And the causes of suffering beings die.

If I am supposed to live a long life, let me live a long life,
And I'll be happy.
May my life be meaningful
In service to sentient beings.

If my life is to be cut short, let it be cut short,
And I'll be happy.
May I and all others be free
From attachment and aversion.

The exhortation that introduced this verse instructed me to read it many times a day. I did so, and each time its effect was calming. The continued readings also had a cumulative effect. I stopped looking things up on the Internet. I returned to my work as a therapist. I began to make art again, a practice that has, for years, been soothing and healing. And I began to have a different relationship with time. "Whatever it is," I found myself thinking about the damaged parts of my innards, "it's already there."

Whether I would live or die; whether I would get better by myself, with dramatic interventions, or not at all, was already out there in my future. Just as my diagnosis was out there, waiting for me to arrive, so was the impact of whatever they would find. I didn't have to fret. I didn't have to plan. I just had to move forward in time, until I arrived at the moment when my course of action was clear, and then move forward from there.

The idea that "it's already there" has, since, become more general. When I think about relationships, the fates of people I love, the trajectory of my career as an artist or therapist, I am relaxed by the thought that it, too, is already there -- that the seeds have been planted, the tendrils that will become the plants that will become the fields of flowers are already sprouting somewhere in the future, and that in that future they have already either found the nourishment they need, or they have not, and that in either case we will all arrive at our future and continue from there.

This is not pre-destination. This is not resignation to my fate. This is not just "que sera, sera." This is something that, while I can't fully explain it, feels like the most liberating realization I have ever had. It's already there. I don't need to fret about it. I don't need to fuss and plan and push. I just need to live my life to the best of my ability, and, of the infinite possible futures, I will inevitably arrive at the one that is mine.

I can handle that.

Anxiety has, for me, always been about fearing what will be. Or, more precisely, it's about the fear that I won't be able to handle what is around the next bend. I still get anxious about this kind of thing. But since this "already there" realization, I often catch myself fretting and, instead, give myself a kind of grace. The grace that whatever situation I will encounter, I will handle. That I do not need to prepare for it. That I need, instead, to trust that when the moment arrives, I will be ready as, by virtue of the fact that I am still standing, I must have been ready for everything that has come before. It's already there. It really is. All I have to do is keep putting one virtual foot in front of the other and I will arrive.

I already have.

More anon,
- David

Discussion:
It's Already There
Art, Healing, and Transformation group
Flower Mandalas Project group

© 2008, David J. Bookbinder

Tuesday January 15, 2008

Spirituality and Art / Spiritual Art

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Blue Morning Glory II flower mandala

Lately I've been thinking a lot about spirituality and art. So far, my thoughts are vague and unformed, but I'm aware that in my own life, my work as an artist and my spiritual development have been running in tandem for a long time, often intersecting.

I'd be very intersted in hearing from others their thoughts on this: on how either making or experiencing some kind of art has related to their sense of themselves as spiritual beings, and their growth in this area. Spirituality has been so much a part of art, and art so much a part of places of worship in all cultures and, as far as I know, for as long as there have been places of worship, that they must be intricately interwoven in the human soul. It would be interesting to start to figure out how and why, and how to tweak that interweaving in our own lives to make both more accessible.

Please let us know your thoughts, either here or in the parallel post in the Art, Healing, and Transformation group.

More anon,
- David
David J. Bookbinder, LMHC
Discussion:
Spirituality and Art / Spiritual Art
Art, Healing, and Transformation group
Flower Mandalas Project group

© 2008, David J. Bookbinder

Sunday December 16, 2007

Flower Mandalas, Time Travel, and Self-Healing

You yourself, as much as anyone in the entire universe, deserve your love and affections. - Buddha I am large, I contain multitudes. - Walt Whitman My work with mandalas has been, in itself, helpful in activating an inner...

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Welcome to the Flower Mandalas blog!

I am a psychotherapist, photographer, digital artist, and writer living near Boston, Massachusetts. As a therapist, I work primarily with artists, children and families, and people with addictive behaviors. Like Carl Jung, one of the fathers of modern psychology, I believe art can be a pathway to the essential Self and foster personal and global transformation.

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- David
David J. Bookbinder, LMHC

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