Art by Susan
Seddon Boulet
You
and I are walking in the forest. We are taking a journey, together, walking along a
quiet path, as if it is a long endless road all over the world where one sees
appalling terrorism, the killing of people for no purpose, threatening people,
kidnapping them, hijacking, murdering, wars.
We don’t seem to care very
much. It is only when it happens very
close to us that we become concerned, worried, fearful. When it is far away
from us, we are more indifferent.
This is what is happening in
the world—economic division, religious division, political division and all the
religious, sectarian divisions. There is
a great deal of danger, hazard. One doesn’t know what is going to happen in the
future, not only in our own lifetime but in our children’s and grandchildren’s.
The whole world is in a great state of crisis and the crisis is not only out
there but also in each one of us. If you are at all aware of all this, what is
the responsibility for it on the part of each one of us?
So,
if one may ask: what shall we do together? Or what shall we do as a single
human being? Are we at all concerned, or are we seeking some peculiar
satisfaction, gratification for ourselves? Are we committed to a certain symbol,
religious or otherwise, and clinging to that, hoping that what lies behind that
symbol will help us? This is a very
serious question. It is becoming much more serious now, for there is the threat
of war and then total uncertainty.
So, as we walk along the path,
I say: “Let’s talk things over together like two friends, you and I—like two
friends who have lived together in the world, been through every kind of
travail. What is it all about? Why is man
born like this? Why has he become after many, many, many millennia what he is
now—suffering, anxious, lonely, despairing, with disease, death and always the
gods somewhere about? Let’s forget all about those gods and talk together as
two human beings, living in this world, walking in this marvellous forest, on
the earth which is so beautiful, which is the mother of all things.”
We are sitting on a bench on a
beautiful day overlooking Gravlev Valley with the great wooded hills round us,
blue and lovely azure skies, and the sun glittering on the leaves, the dappled
earth. We are sitting in one of the many power places where the Otherworld can be sensed. Everything seems so
marvellously alive, pulsating, full of energy. The birds in the old beech trees are singing, and the millpond below listens quietly. There we are, you and me,
watching this great beauty. And we ask ourselves: “Why are we never being
with the beauty, always watching it, never feeling the beauty with one’s heart
and mind, never being utterly sensitive to all the glory of the earth?”
You are asking if
psychotherapy is the answer. I say: “I am not accepting what the professionals,
Freud and Jung, or the latest American psychologists, say about psychotherapy.
I am not accepting any of those. I question it; I question not only the
activity of psychotherapy but also the psychotherapist. If you can understand
the psychotherapist first then what need is there for psychotherapy?”
Everyone
talks about peace. Every government, every religion, and every preacher, including you and
me, talks about peace. And to live
peacefully demands tremendous honesty and intelligence.
So, is it possible, living in
the 21st century, to live inwardly first, meditatively-existentially, and not
have in oneself any kind of conflict?
Please do enquire, search, ask
with love of wisdom. Love of wisdom doesn’t include fanaticism, love of wisdom
doesn’t demand martyrdom. At the end of it you stand alone, but there is the
comprehension, the inward awareness, insight, into all that which is really
nonsensical.
The Song of the Birds, by Pablo Casals:
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