Religion & Beliefs

Is Life But a Dream?

God is true.  The universe is a dream. -Vivekananda Row,row, row your boat Gently down the stream. Merrily,merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream. -Anonymous 1.         Doubt For many of us, when we hear of nonduality, the idea that … Read More

By / December 22, 2008

God is true.  The universe is a dream. -Vivekananda

Row,row, row your boat Gently down the stream. Merrily,merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream. -Anonymous

1.         Doubt

For many of us, when we hear of nonduality, the idea that everything is One, we feel a resonance inside, a sense of rightness. But maybe that’s all there is, a neurosis, not a stirring of truth or consciousness. The very notion of nonduality seems old to me, as if I knew it even before I had heard about  it, twenty years ago now, sitting in a class: tat tvam asi, you are that.  It hit me then, it hits me now.  I’ve met people who are hit even harder than me, people who  eventually lose the sense of separate self. They become utterly, totally, without a doubt convinced that the mind-body process which, for most of us, dictates our wants, needs, joys, pains — that this is merely a phenomenon.  For them, reality is  “perfect brilliant stillness” (Carse). All words are just words, and thus misleading, but also somehow gesturing toward the truth that this is all a dream.

But what if this ontological sense is just a feeling, just a neuron firing (or misfiring) in a mechanistic brain? To some, whether nonduality is the real or not perhaps doesn’t matter.  The sages function fully in the normal world; they eat, love, make love, work.  They are not in asylums.  And, they do not suffer.  So, if they are deluded, is this not a desirable delusion?  Of course, if this is delusion, then the very word “holy” must be delusion.  And God… an even coarser projection of desire.  And, for that matter, love, and the rest of the values we intuit from the movements of the soul.  Nonduality: what a sham!  Well, suppose it is. Look what happens: as soon as the sham is seen, and the pretension is relinquished — “progress” is made, because it’s progress away from aggrandizement, away from being right or being enlightened or being anything at all.  And toward: nothing.  Don’t know, got no idea, have no business talking about it, writing about it, teaching, who would know anyway, just the knowing which isn’t knowing.  The more belief systems are questioned, the better!  As Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche is reported to have said, “disappointment will become your greatest ally.”  If you’re still hoping for nonduality to cohere, to make your life better, to make you happier, you’re still clinging to some form of what Trungpa called spiritual materialism, the attempt to acquire something or gain something through spiritual practice.  Better for it all to be for nought.  Surrender even the hope of progress, and progress will happen on its own.

2.         Fear

But what about the other extreme — not that nonduality is a dream, but that everything else is?  Does nonduality necessitate the view that “this is but a dream” and, thus, a rupture between before enlightenment and afterward?  Most Nondual Jews have a more gradualist approach; like some Tantrics, they say you can have it both ways, living in both yesh and ayin.  Most Advaitins say you can’t.  Maybe it’s a question of lifestyle: how invested you want to be in this world.

The nondual Jews were more normative, more world-maintaining.  So they speak more of ratzo v’shov, “running and returning,” of an oscillation between mochin d’gadlut, when all is seen from God’s point of view and when, in R. Aharon’s words, there is absolutely no difference between pre-creation and post-, and mochin d’katnut, the rest of the time, in which we are in relative mind and striving to be ethical and happy human beings.  For Judaism, unlike traditional Advaita and especially its modern expositors (Nisargadatta, his student Ramesh Balsekar, and Westerners such as Wei Wu Wei, Tony Parsons, David Carse, Jeff Foster, and others), it is not a matter of black and white.  While enlightenment qua consciousness/nondual Reality is by definition always present, the traditional nondual Jewish sources suggest that “we” — that is, our perceived “selves” — move in and out of it.  Most Advaitin sources suggest that once liberation happens, enlightened consciousness never again confuses itself with the apparent small self.   Who’s right?  I don’t know! Then again, maybe our understanding of the Jewish sources are incomplete.  There are stories about the sages up in the mountains, or caves; the ones who don’t write books.  Or the Kotzker, who suddenly shut himself in his room and never emerged again. Who knows, for every world-affirming Tantric Jewish nondualist, perhaps there have been a dozen renouncing ones.  We’d never know; they probably wouldn’t tell. Personally, the notion that “this is but a dream” resonates with something inside.  And that awakens fear.  I feel unready.  From this side of the enlightenment divide, it seems impossible to distinguish between the enlightened and madness.  Perhaps “ego-death” is really a psychotic event.  I know people whose consciousness is enlightened (not really theirs, of course), who understand that enlightenment in the stark, before-and-after-sense, and who live happy, full lives in the world.  Most are in helping professions — doctors, teachers — suggesting that, indeed, compassion wins out over the ego’s desire for more.  Some are kind, others are not.  They are not insane, and in fact, not as crazy as garden-variety “spiritual” folk often are.  And yet, the fear is there. Perhaps it is indeed the ego fighting for itself.  Maybe enlightenment truly does disrupt the patterns of ego, and so the ego reacts with fear.  Certainly, when there seems to be seeing from the other side, once-cherished and yearned-for objects on this side seem a little laughable.  Leering beautiful boys either faking or channeling eros, either way just pulling strings with the pretension of something more.  A charade of politics, with nobler and less noble impulses dueling it out, trying to find a way to sell themselves, groping toward some approximate understanding of circumstances.  What, then, of the worldly dreams I have cherished since youth?  The ego must sense this danger to the status quo of appearance, which this mind-body loves, at times.

3.            Ignorance

So, two poles.  Perhaps the notion of nonduality is just an ego wanting to be happy, finding a brain buzz that makes it feel happy, going for it, then reifying it.  But then, didn’t we just see a moment ago that nonduality destroys the ego, and the ego fears it? The ego just wants to be happy; nonduality is more than that.  The fear now is perversely attractive, as proof: “I’m not doing it to feel good; it’s traumatic, it’s devastating.” Maybe the both-and view, the Tantric view, the nondual Jewish view, is too comforting.  You don’t have to give anything up, don’t have to make a choice.  You can be enlightened and in the world.  Maybe this is the ego making a desperate last stand to save itself.  Once during a shamanic ceremony, I had a death experience; moving toward the light, being drawn to it.  I felt pulled back by my love for my partner, my youth, my desire to create in the world.  “Not yet,” I thought.  Now, with that relationship over and with more sadness and less desire,  I feel less pulled back.  Am I being prepared for a greater divestment?  Or is that, too, an ego story, a narrative that gives a sense of meaning and importance to what is merely unfortunate, or random?

Once the door to both-and is opened, the ego is quite good at forgetting the ayin, at perpetuating itself, distracting itself, finding other thought-forms to immerse itself in; entire discourses, really, which utterly take over the mind.  Who has time for nonduality when discussing constructions of religion and sexuality in American political discourse?  What is the relevance of the “dream” when there are logistics to take care of, the “real world,” and relatives and friends pursuing lives of relationship and community, which all this seems apart from.  The mind, as Reb Zalman said, is like tofu; it takes the flavor of what it marinates in.  And when it marinates in the mundane, there is not even a memory of what lies beneath.  Or within.

Or the truth of what’s on the surface. Is the clinging to conventional reality fear, or sanity?  Is it keeping us grounded or holding us back?  Is it the nondual embrace of essence and manifestation, or is it indecision, the terror of letting go?  I can’t say. But at least, if you doubt, doubt everything.  Look into the eyes of the Dalai Lama, and doubt that he is any more correct than the most crass of pop stars.  Look into the eyes of generations of enlightened beings beyond him, sages, rabbis, and find their gazes, and suppose that they are all deluded.  Not just because they fetishize the triggers of their spiritual experiences; no, you must doubt rigorously, and reduce all the experiences themselves to neurological events — but then again, only provisionally.  If doubt is be truthful, it must never make an assertion, even a negative one.  It must undermine its own foundations.  It must not be a prop of the ego, for the ego too must be doubted.

Doubt it all: God, no God, Big Mind, existence, love, money, self, non-self, everything.  Do not retain anything: not comparing oneself to others, not the hope that life itself is worthwhile, not the merest iota of value.  And in this doubting, in this rigorous, thoroughgoing rejection of every possible meaning, in this burning away of significance, lies the ultimate defeat of the self, the ultimate victory of what transcends it, the triumph of surrender.  I don’t know; I don’t know; I don’t know.  I can’t say, I can’t tell you, I have no idea.  And when the failure is utter, what’s left is the real. Who knows?  Yes, Who knows.