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Lay spirituality and the Centre of existence – “I and my Father are One …” (Jesus)

The spiritual lay master is one who shows the way, who says “look inside yourself.”

Within us is the truth, which is also embodied and revealed by the true teacher, this truth can not be “transmitted” but must be recognised internally, where the true teacher resides. The truth is not an object of knowledge but the knowing itself. The knowledge that makes possible all knowledge .. That consciousness is our true nature and is the intrinsic nature of the teacher who showed it to us.

The same thing happens in the physical DNA. The son is the outgrowth of what are the father and mother. There may be variations in genetic mixing, but the substance of life, the ability to manifest life, is the same in the child as in the parents. All life’s forms fully embodies the ability of life to manifest itself in that likeness. And it is right and proper that the relationship between parents and children takes place according to a pattern of continuity and mutual solidarity.

From the physical point of view, the roots are always in the father and mother … that represent the union of the spiritual fluids of Heaven and Earth that we inherited and that are within us. For this reason, even when the “parents” are no longer we can not really say that they died, because they exist in us as the message of their “spirit”, as intelligence and consciousness.

Ramana Maharshi claimed to have no disciple … and this statement is certainly correct in terms of a true teacher, who has overcomed the separate sense of individuality. In fact, for the wise there is nothing but a “center” (or Self) of which each and every thing is the manifest form and this “centre” is present in everything that moves in space and time. But from an empirical standpoint even Ramana accepted that a “person”(an entity that is still identified with the name-form) could look on him as a disciple …. So is the disciple who is making the guru.

The same thing said my spiritual mother Anasuya Devi when -playing with words- candidly confessed “I have not shisya (disciples) … I just have shisu (children)” and with these words confirmed his mother’s love for everything and everyone. And in truth the same thing happened to Ramana who considered sympathetically every creature as would a father with his children.

Of course, if an untrue teacher think that he himself is imparting the truth to the students this would implie that he believes in a scale of values ​​in a hierarchy, that is the result of a sense of separation. But as happens in dreams, as though all the characters dreamed are the dreamer, there are apparent differences in rank and position among the various “entities”, it may look sometimes that one of them acts as a teacher to another (although they are exactly the same thing …).

In the dream we accept these differences and also in the waking state (which is another form of daydreaming) we agree to perform a role, between peers. In this regard I am reminded of a tale told by my spiritual father, Swami Muktananda. In a club of rich people could be allowed only the rich, and members of the same place took on the various internal departments, who as director, who as a waiter or brush, some as janitor or secretary office. All of them were of course millionaires and not ashamed to do each his part for the maintenance of the club. This state of affairs could also be represented in our society, if it were truly enlightened, as the acceptance of differences would be seen a play and nothing else.

Our life is not separate from life. Our individual existence is part and parcel of the total Existence, which are inextricably linked, inseparable.

In Hinduism there is a beautiful image that depicts the Creator, Brahma, attached by an umbilical cord to Vishnu. Vishnu in this case represents the One from whom all things proceed. And we too are linked to the navel of the cosmos, as we are an expression of the wholeness of life, dependent on the source.

In a form of Zen meditation we concentrate on the navel, hara in Japanese, which is considered the meeting point of life energy, ki. In Tantra this point corresponds to the chakra where the fire burns eternal, Manipura (solar plexus). According to other schools based on the mutual connection with the infinite (of which we are the manifestation) this centre is indicated in other areas or chakras in the base of the spine, heart, or in the pineal gland on the top of the head (fontanelle).

No matter its supposed “location” -which is just a convenience. Say, how can be “located” the One that contains everything? What matters is that in each of us there is certainly a “center”, a root that nourishes our being.

We may not be aware of it but it “is” and is expressed in the form of Consciousness.

To feel away from this “center”, which is the bridge that unites our individual existence with the Universal, is to feel separate.
“Cast of this world, plunged in alienation” in the words of Sartre. A world hat is considered strange and rootless with existence. Hence a state of perpetual anxiety, we strive to satisfy our urges with desires and choices, but the result is only frustration, fear, uncertainty and struggle … and we knows only defeat! In fact, we may not rebel or dispose of the life when we ourselves are an emanation of it.

Therefore lay spirituality’s achievement is to “dwell” in ourselves. In letting go deep down to the roots of the I.

Paolo D’Arpini

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Teodoro Margarita… e l’acqua di benvenuto!

L’acqua di benvenuto

L’acqua di benvenuto

Quando accogli nel tuo giardino, nel tuo orto o anche solamente sul tuo balcone una nuova pianta,
non farle mai mancare l’acqua di benvenuto.
E’ importante, non è solamente perchè la pianta ne ha bisogno per poter vivere,
no, non è solo per questo.
L’acqua di benvenuto che dò alle piante novelle è un’acqua speciale,
un’acqua della memoria di tutte le volte che ho accolto una pianta nuova.
Ogni volta si celebra lo stesso rito ed ogni volta è diverso.
Ogni volta, diverse le piante, sento un’energia nuova,
questo desiderio forte, vivo, che la pianta si trovi bene, che attecchisca,
che faccia amicizia con le sorelle che già vi sono,
che sia grata delle api e delle farfalle che nel mio orto pulito, esente dalla chimica,
troverà in quantità, che parli al merlotto, un pochino tonto, si avvicina troppo,
ma non ha imparato che noi uomini siamo cattivi? che, certamente vorrà visitarla per vedere se ha qualche buon germoglio
da piluccare. L’acqua di benvenuto, dicevo, sostiene e rafforza la convinzione nella pianta che qui è accolta,
benvoluta, qui si prenderanno cura di lei, qui, qualcuno, le strapperà di torno parietaria e gramigna se si permetteranno di soffocarla,
ci provino, invadenti! L’acqua di benvenuto, versata con cura, scelta tra le migliori, acqua di pioggia serbata nei bidoni, acqua senza calcare o cloro, acqua riposata. L’acqua, pari alla terra, al terriccio buono, terriccio-pane e acqua-vino in una comunione necessaria.
L’acqua di benvenuto: questa espressione la mormoro e mi torna in mente ogni volta che ripeto la messa a dimora o in vaso di una nuova essenza,
di ogni nuova abitante, qui a Cranno, sopra la cascata, me la ripeto, questa espressione, è importante, serve a non dimenticare.
Non dimenticare, sarebbe imperdonabile, grave colpa, non provvedere subito ad amalgamare, tramite l’acqua, il terriccio della nuova pianta con quello del luogo che la ospita e che sarà la sua nuova casa.
L’acqua di benvenuto alle piante, sembra stupido, infantile, superfluo ribadirlo: non è così.
Perchè le piante non parlano, almeno non a tutti, non sono persone o animali e non possono chiederti niente.
Tu non dimeticare l’acqua di benvenuto ad ogni pianta nuova, pensa, rifletti: non è forse bella questa espressione?
Non ti giunge delicata, non scorre come un rivolo dopo la pioggia giù dalla grondaia?
Dona l’acqua di benvenuto alle piante novelle, io lo faccio, anche solamente un poco, anche se ha già piovuto, anche soltanto simbolicamente,
una pianta è come un gradito ospite, che nessuno entri in casa nostra senza almeno, minimo, un bicchiere d’acqua.
E dunque, si diffonda, gorgogli in giro per il mondo questa parola, questa canzone che mi frullava per la testa da tempo.
Ora, magari non sono stato bravo a cantarla, mi perdonerete, ma voi, non fate mancare l’acqua di benvenuto alle nuove piante,
ai nuovi fiori, ai nuovi alberi.
All’acqua di benvenuto, alla nuova vita, alla primavera che sta entrando ricolma di fiori e ronzante di api, ai nostri giardini, ai nostri orti,
ai nostri campi che riecheggino di lieve sciacquettìo: l’acqua di benvenuto sta celebrando un nuovo matrimonio tra terra e linfa vivente,
da qualche parte, in qualche cortile, su un terrazzo, qualcuno credeancora che valga la pena, si vale la pena ancora, sempre,
e sempre sarà ineludibile e sublime il crederci, uomini e donne che si prendono cura con amore di esseri verdi,
fragili, e tramandano al futuro la canzone lieta della speranza sussurrata adagio adagio dalla boccuccia saggia del nostro innaffiatoio.
Viva l’acqua di benvenuto!

Teodoro Margarita

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Lay Spirituality in everyday’s life and freedom from conditioning

“The universe is, for you are. God is, because you are. Oh man why ignore yourself looking for another …?” (Swami Muktananda)

Man can not live anymore in a “widespread and shared space” and in fact the most damage to his attitude is destructive lesion of the deep connective tissue that we all use without much recognition. This fact returns us to the need to consider in our daily life the implementation of deep ecology and lay spirituality (natural or secular, as would you say)

This lay spirituality that we seek in Nature and in the relationship with our fellow people is not based on the slurred speech of litanies and prayers, but in the cultivation of the generosity of self, enthusiasm, unselfishness … everything that makes out man from Jail instincts, without enslave him in another prison, that is the religious intellectualism.

This attitude of experiencing spiritual communion in ourselves, when the affinities are compensated, give us spontaneous joy and we feel that our feeling vibrates in unison with the feelings of others. But this is an aspect of the emergence of consciousness and we can not determine who is “the best”, in the sense that someone or something is actionable …

I remember the Zen story of the butcher. A monk in search of truth, depressed because he could not find it, was wandering aimlessly through a city. Passing in front of a butcher’s shop heard a dialogue that took place inside. “I recommend you to give me the best piece of meat that you have” – the customer said – “Do not worry .. -Replied the butcher- here there is no piece of meat that is not the best ..!”

That sentence was enough to solve all the mental problems of the monk, that lit up instantly … and of course he laughed, himself and the world, but it was not a derisory laughter, but full of joy …

However, observing the reactions of others or even our own we can never determine when and how our mind will be awakened to the truth, if we conjecture about the truth we will not recognise the right moment…. So we can only remain open and serene knowing that we float in pure truth all the time and the only impediment to perceive it is our sense of separation and of difference … We shall not give much importance to impatience and naturally one day we will melt, like the famous statue of salt that immersed in the sea dissolved in it.

At the same time we must not isolate ourselves nor believing that to relate spiritually with others constitutes a social “duty”. The true Dharma is to scrape the human mind from all the superstructure, including religion, ethics and morals, and even the sense of solidarity, which prevent the spontaneous implementation of the wise and innocent human nature.

No need to advertise but to discover the natural “holiness” (read integrity) of man, beyond all do and not-doing. Occorr know, even if caught using examples and anecdotes from this or that religion or spiritual path for facilitating communicative exemplification, that these things (including the speech of explanation that I’m doing) are all “junk culture” from the point of view of “self-knowledge”…. It is only externalizing knowledge, like all empirical notions of intellectual speculation.

Paul D’Arpini

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Lay Spirituality and freedom of thought – by Paolo D’Arpini

“My spirit is indomitable my soul forever free …”

According to great sages personal opinion on spirituality is only a reflection of the individual perception of truth. So the view is always partial and unable to report a wholeness. But if we are able to interpret each piece as a review of universal thought and try to integrate the whole of the known, perhaps we are putting into practice the “syncretism” of thought desirable to overcome preconceived ideologies and religions.

Only discriminant should be the quality of sincerity in which the opinion in spirituality is expressed and the personal experience of it…

In fact, if opinion is only “instrumental” is not worth the trouble to consider it, not even to label it as “opinion” (which in and of itself is a term “restrictive”) but we call it “religious trick” tended to the satisfaction of a sectarian gain … This happens when you deliberately lying or when you uphold a “creed” without evidence!

But I think “Lay Spirituality” must also be assumed to leave others the freedom to think their own way and we can not use it to constantly argue about the points that we seem to undermine this principle …

So we should be even lay against laity ..

This is an attitude that leads to “syncretism of thought”, uniting all of us humans in the recognition of the equal worth of spiritual thought that manifests itself in each of us…

The idea is the most secular and syncretic … and this idea, which was also present in the Mediterranean and in all countries of the continent, at least until the advent of the three dominant monotheistic religions (Judaism, Christianity and Islam), is the only form of spirituality that guarantees equal status even to religious beliefs, considering them to be the moral and philosophical heritage of humanity.

This syncretism -in my opinion- should be considering also the “mindset” of the so-called animal, where seen as different from man. Since the hypothetical difference between men and animals is only a matter of intellectual gradient, but the consciousness that animates them is the same, the possibility of self-knowledge is also the same …

Nevertheless, since I am a man, I’m responsible for my self-knowledge and let other beings (human or nonhuman) to do the part that everyone competes, independently and according their own ability! Besides, how can we claim to “teach” others?

At most each can serve as another example, in terms of his level of evolution, where there he is …

Nature, eroticism, art, ecology, philosophy, singing, dancing, food, tears, laughter, howls .. obviously we’re all in IT. …

Only a society that is not dominated by ideological and religious pressures can understand the common good and freedom of expression. In fact the word “Lay Spirituality” means that which is necessary for the life of the common man … the etymology of “lay” means “ordinary, simple people.” So you should always start from the basic necessities of life and non-interest your self in “other” topic, connected to moralistic occlusive ideology and pious speculation….

In this time when freedom of expression is seriously compromised by a system of thought, engulfing and leveling, is important and necessary that liberal voices are integrated with, although differences in the predicate, to keep alive the philosophical and spiritual autonomy and values ​​of layty and spirituality.

Paolo D’Arpini

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Tempo di Resurrezione… ai fiori alla vita – di Teodoro Margarita

Ai miei fiori

Per la Resurrezione

Se sopravvivremo, è perchè avremo imparato a cantare in modo nuovo.
Saranno voci di un’Umanità fattasi coro.
Saranno corde vocali tiratte giù giù fino al cuore.
Senza direttori, nè sponsor e non sarà in mondovisione.
Non ci saranno offerte speciali e non sarà a puntate.
Ciascuno, Uno-Tutti, canterà dove si trova, con chi si trova ed i muti
reciteranno con gli altri.
Chi metterà il proprio cane sulle ginocchia,
chi alzerà in alto l’ultimo nato.
Saremo feriti, perchè ci avremo messo tanto,
oggi stiamo appena incominciando.
Spossati, esausti per il troppo parlare.
Ma ritroveremo la voce, allora, nel grande mattino di Risurrezione.
Il vicino entrerà nella casa del vicino e gli recherà i doni più belli,
forse niente, forse una poesia.
Sicuramente giocheremo con i bambini e con i cuccioli di animali,
innaffieremo l’orto, se non è piovuto.
Poi, nella piazza, nell’aia, nel cortile canteremo.
Si canterà nelle corsie degli ospedali vuoti perchè non avremo ferito
nessuno,
si canterà tra le tombe perchè non avremo ucciso nessuno.
E non ci saranno monumenti, perchè non avremo avuto bisogno di eroi.
Ci raduneremo intorno ai più vecchi,
intorno agli alberi fronzuti.
Sarà come la Zattera della Medusa, ma il mare sarà calmo e i vessilli tanti e
colorati.
Di foglie, di panno, oppure semplicemente li indosseremo.
Che Babele! Ciascuno con la sua voce, i dialetti e le parlate più disparate
e non sarà neppure la stessa canzone, identico il significato.
Ma già ora conosco la mia.
“Su, venite, danziamo attorno alla Grande Quercia,
noi siamo passeri e siamo fringuelli.
Orsù venite, raduniamoci nel grande prato.
Noi siamo i mille fiori e siamo le api.
Abbiamo intrecciato ragnatele d’argento e mille ghirlande,
adornate ne sono le nostre vesti e i nostri capi.
Bambini affrettatevi che la rugiada è sciolta e sciolto è il gelo.
Vieni, mamma, corri, il sole canta alta la sua canzone nel cielo.
Per una Terra Una, Libera e Felice,
senza più prezzi e senza più mercato che non sia baratto e libero dono.
Senza lavoro alienato e salariato.
Azzurro è ritornato il mare e non dobbiamo più temere l’aria,
nè i raggi del sole e l’acqua è cristallina, abbondante per tutti dalle fonti.
I semi sono il nostro unico denaro e assicurano salute ed avvenire.
Mille le specie di frutti e tutti profumati e mille le verdure.
Orsù, venite, alla Grande Quercia e danziamo.

Teodoro Margarita

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