Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Therapy as the Warrior's Path
























["Drowning" by Tonmi Lillman]

Conventionally, being fearless means that you are not afraid or that, if someone hits you, you will hit him back. However, we are not talking about that street-fighter level of fearlessness. Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. It comes from letting the world tickle your heart, your raw and beautiful heart. You are willing to open up, without resistance or shyness, and face the world. You are willing to share your heart with others.

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In the Shambala tradition, discovering fearlessness comes from working with the softness of the human heart.

( Chögyam Trungpa, Shambala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior)


When I began my weekly talks with Maude, I had no idea what I was getting myself into or how my life would be changed. If I had known, I likely would have continued as I have, but I would have made more space in my days for just being. Some days, I am back at the gym and training my clients within an hour of hanging up the phone. It seems there is little time for reflection, meditation, and thinking up excuses to avoid the next conversation. I really was not well-prepared for the process I was undertaking.

All I knew when I made the first phone call was that I was not happy and that nothing I had tried until that point had worked to ease the discomfort always lurking beneath the surface of my consciousness. I wasn't depressed, or at least not in any way identifiable to most people. In fact, my outward life was working better than it ever had before, yet I was not content. Something was missing.

The one thing I did know when our conversations began was that I had never been a very emotional person. Perhaps it might be more honest to say that I avoid emotions to the point that I often am unaware of what I am feeling. My conservative parents taught me that "boys don't cry" or show any other vulnerable emotion. In fact, I was raised to value intellect over emotion in every conceivable way and in every instance. I learned very early that a powerful intellect garners power and respect, while vulnerable emotions are "weak and sissy." I learned through my father's words--"Stop crying or I'll give you something to really cry about"--not to show vulnerability in any way.

I carried those lessons into adulthood, and in many ways they helped me get to where I am now--both good and bad. However, the lack of vulnerability has been a hindrance to healthy relationships and to living the compassionate life that Buddhism teaches. In fact, it was my life partner who suggested I talk with Maude. She has known Maude for many years and recommended her as someone who might be able to help me find whatever it was that my life seemed to lack.

When I made the first call, I didn't suspect that I would be learning about fearlessness. Nor did I suspect that true fearlessness, as Trungpa suggests, acquires its strength from the tenderness of a human heart.

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The details are unimportant. Suffice it to say that no human heart makes it to the age of 38 without gathering a variety of wounds--some deep and damaging, others less painful but still significant. For most of my life until this point, I thought, "So what--quit whining and get on with your life." I believed we all had wounds but that the strong person was simply better at working around them. As near as I could tell, I was doing a fair job at working around whatever wounds I had accumulated. As long as my life wasn't in crisis, I saw no reason to go digging around in my psyche. All that was ever required, from my point of view, was more knowledge and understanding. No problem seemed so great that I could not think my way through it.

I must have been dropped on my head too many times as an infant. Or maybe it was the copious drug use in my teen years. Whatever the case, my thinking--as educated in psychology as I actually am--has turned out to be less than adequate to the situation. I think it was Einstein who said that a problem can't be solved by the same consciousness that created the problem in the first place. He was correct.

Yet, the consciousness that created the problem was doing exactly what it was designed to do. When a child's psyche is exposed to pain for which it is ill prepared, the psyche devises defenses to deal with the pain. For example, if a young boy is repeatedly told that he should not cry when he feels pain or fear, and is even punished for expressing his vulnerability, his psyche will find ways to stuff that pain away someplace out of reach. The feeling element of his psyche will split off and be disowned. A subpersonality will develop in its place that is tough and unfeeling. The role of that subpersonality is to protect the boy from painful feelings. As the boy grows into a man, he will continue to act with few authentic emotions. Even if he realizes what is going on inside himself, either through meditation, introspection, or relationship with others, his intellect will be insufficient to resolve the problem since it was his mind that created the problem in the first place.

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So, one day I'm feeling a little discontented. The feeling comes and goes for a few weeks, and I am clueless as to why I should not be happy when so much of my life is exactly how I want it. After talking with my partner, who has experienced me as distant and emotionally unavailable, I decide to talk to Maude. Looking back, that decision was the spiritual equivalent of walking out into the ocean and allowing the waves to carry me far from land.

Much of what I assumed to be true--about who I am, about my childhood, about what I want most in life--has been washed away. In many ways, this is good. I have written before about "coming undone," about the ways we can renew ourselves through giving up beliefs that no longer serve our lives. I respect the process of undoing and generally seek ways to jettison elements of my life that no longer serve me. This is different. I am undoing many of the core elements of how I define myself in the world. I am no longer the person I was when I picked up the phone for the first time. Nor am I yet the person I am in the process of becoming.

I am stuck in between. In the study of ritual and initiation, this is what is called liminal space. The word liminal derives from the Latin limen, which means threshold--of or relating to being in an intermediate state, phase, or condition; in between, transitional. In the colloquial, one might say I am neither here nor there. In truth, I no longer even know where here or there are.

Liminal space is uncomfortable. I am often grumpy, short-tempered, moody, impatient, on edge, and generally no fun to be around. Did I mention the moodiness? It's like being a teenager again, but at least there's no acne this time. In fact, I have all the symptoms--low energy, poor sleep, moodiness, a need for isolation, disrupted eating patterns--of someone who is depressed. This isn't the neurochemical imbalance kind of depression that requires pharmaceutical intervention. It's what is known as situational depression and is best treated by examining the situation that has created it. In this case, that would be liminality.

Maude has the unmitigated audacity to tell me, over and over again, that I am exactly where I need to be. If she weren't so damned right, I'd just be really annoyed. In fact, I am annoyed. Yet, despite all the turmoil and chaos swirling around inside my head, I am still capable of taking a step back and looking at the process as though it were someone else's life that was coming unraveled. From that point of view, I know she is right. I am neck-deep in the ocean of my psyche. No matter how foreign it feels, and it feels like being a stranger in my own skin, I know how to swim and I am not going to drown.

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But wait, there's more. Like I said before, I was raised to believe that I can think my way out of any problem. Or rather, that if I work hard enough at something, I can master it and be in control. I thrive on being in control, on mastering problems and being the one who figures thing out. I need to have all the answers, and on the rare occasion that I don't have all the answers, I am convinced that I can find the answers quickly. From this point of view, I should have solved whatever was bothering me after the first couple of phone calls. From this point of view, I should be running the world by now, or at least some multinational corporation. Such is the power of ego.

But ego is insufficient to the task at hand. The more I try to do something to "fix" myself, the more I create distance from feeling. Doing is intellectual and active--it's where I am most comfortable. Feeling is emotional and passive--I avoid feeling as much as possible. So Maude does not give me "homework," and she constantly rebuffs my pleas for some kind of technique or activity that can lessen my discomfort. "Just notice your avoidance as it comes up," she says; or, "Just be aware that you are intellectualizing instead of feeling." Yeah, that's all great, but I want to DO something.

How difficult it is, with such a belief system, to no longer be in control. Liminality does not tolerate an inflated ego. It quickly pokes holes in such a bloated sense of self. The result is that pesky depression I complained about a few paragraphs ago. Which brings me to another of my "issues": my sense of self is either inflated or deflated, but seldom balanced. Neither is real. I am never as "in control" as I try to convince myself that I am; nor am I ever as at the fate of mercy as I sometimes feel. Both viewpoints serve to distance me from my authentic feelings--most often fear or grief.

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The tenderness and sadness Trungpa speaks about is assumed in Buddhism to be the natural state of the heart. For all its wisdom, Buddhism lacks the insight into developmental issues that Western psychology has mastered over the past one hundred years. Buddhism excels at the higher reaches of human development but lacks a solid understanding of how human beings develop from birth to adulthood. The real source of that tenderness and sadness is the wounding we experience as we grow to maturity.

A wise friend once told me that my greatest gifts in life would grow out of my deepest wounding. Although I grasped his point intellectually, I had no idea how much literal truth there was in his words. One of my deepest wounds is the sense that I am separate, unappreciated, unloved by Spirit, Divinity, God--whatever you want to call the creative intelligence that is ground and goal of material reality. I have no idea how that grief will become a gift in my life, but I do know that touching that grief is softening my heart. The more I can touch that tenderness, that sadness, the more fearless I become. This is the path of the warrior that Trungpa writes about.

When I first picked up the phone to talk with Maude, I had no idea I was embarking on the path of the warrior. I knew about warrior spirit from my readings in Buddhism, Native American traditions, and from some New Age authors such as Dan Millman. I never really took much of it seriously. I had no desire to be a warrior--spiritual or otherwise.

Yet here I am, rereading Trunga's book in some ill-guided attempt to intellectually understand what is happening within me. Maude knows I cannot help myself in this area. Still, she makes a point of reminding me that I am exactly where I need to be--even if I have no idea where in the hell I am.

4 comments:

Umguy said...

Thank you for sharing. It sounds like very tough work.

Anonymous said...

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know
but not a single human being can be taught to be.
Why?

Because whenever you think or you believe or you know,
you are a lot of other people: but the moment you are being,
you're nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best
night and day to make you everybody else -- means to fight
the hardest battle which any human being can fight,
and never stop fighting...

Does this sound dismal?
It isn't. It's the most wonderful life on earth.


-- e.e. cummings

william harryman said...

Thanks for the comments -- and support. I'm never sure how such self-revelation will be taken.

The e.e. cummings poem is great--he's always been one of my favorites--one of the first two I really studied (W.C. Williams was the other).

Peace,
Bill

Unknown said...

I’ve just discovered this website today, October 2010 and not sure if blog entries are automatically limited in length or not - but thought I’d add this.

I quite like and admire the heartfulness the author displays in this article. In his discussion of the ‘warrior’ it much reminded me of Carol S. Pearson’s book titled THE HERO WITHIN - and its work on archetypes, much like the work of Carl Jung.

Hers stages, more circular or spiral than linear, begins, and I quote; “with the complete trust of the Innocent, moves on to a longing for the safety of the Orphan, the self-sacrifice of the Martyr, the exploring of the Wanderer, the competition and triumph of the Warrior, and then the authenticity and wholeness of the Magician.”

In her chapters regarding the Warrior archetype itself, she says;

“This archetype helps teach us to claim our power and to assert our identity in the world. This power can be physical, psychological, intellectual and spiritual. On the physical level, the Warrior archetype presides over the assertion that we have a right to be alive. The Warrior consciousness includes self-defence, a willingness and an ability to defend oneself. On the psychological level, it has to do with the creation of healthy boundaries, so we know where we end and other people begin, and the ability to assert ourselves.

Intellectually, the Warrior helps us learn discrimination, to see what path, what ideas, what values are more useful and life-enhancing than others. On the spiritual level, it means learning to differentiate among spiritual energies and theologies: to know which bring more life and which kill or maim the life force within us. The Warrior also helps us to speak out and to fight for what nourishes our minds, our hearts and our souls - and to vanquish those things that sap and deplete the human spirit by speaking the truth about them and by refusing to countenance them or to allow them into our lives.”