Chosen, Not Frozen

Ah, another lovely Wednesday night Satsang. What is this thing that happens there with David and our community? The word that keeps coming up for me is "enigma".  Never have I ever felt so confirmed and vindicated in my own intuition.  The transmission obliterates doubt.  There is no inside or outside in meditation - like the Klein bottle enigma:


When David refers to falling back into oneself that happens and all returns as the surface of existence.  This is not a novel experience - it has been meditation always and yet now with great energy and expansion because of the resonance of all "individuals" who participate, especially those like David Spero who in time out of mind have been and are clear expressions of That absolute non-duality of Existence, Consciousness and Love.  The living presence of such a person is wonderful provided as he suggests we can forgive what we ourselves project about his being (as either some kind of all-knowing guru with magical powers to bestow on you or as something else).

On a personal level this Satsang enables diving deeper, not just inside but also outwardly into the surface of what I intuitively love – those objects of love that have come and remain in the course of this life. So this means fresh and greater power from the various yogas of spiritual practice; from the philosophers of the communist hypothesis, such as Badiou and Zizek; from the beauty of revolutionary political struggles (what at present seems most manifest in Iceland rather than other admirable “occupy”, or from more violent potentials in Nepal and other important situations); and in the inspiration of art and artists – too many that grasp me to mention in addition to old favorites (Miller, Whitman, Bukowski), and music including the production of sounds and rhythm.

What David went into last night about the utter stupidity that accompanies being human strikes deeply. The “failure” in relationship to myself and others (those reflections of my own stupidity) is what seemingly must be resolved. But me and others are frustrating love at the level of purely sensual input and the construction of thought about myself' or your thought of yourself, and all our thoughts about others. This is always in the psychological past, that perhaps the essence of the stupidity. May this all dissolve or burn in the immediate fire in and of the absolute unity of Life!

Writing this is this hour of meditation. I feel like concluding with a great Bukowski poem that expresses what is known:

“unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.” 
― Charles Bukowski


Thanks for writing about your meditation process! I like to do the same after the webcasts. A lot of what you are saying resonates with me, it's been very interesting for me to see how the mind fits in to this mysterious grace. Since you were on the topic I felt why not share what I wrote about the webcast last night:

November 20. Wow an incredible webcast. It’s pretty ridiculous to think I could fully describe it using words and concepts of the intellect when it was all about the magnanimous grace of existence itself, shared in the human presence of David, which like all of us has no definite boundaries and wow on the webcast we all bleed into one as we celebrate the life of reality. Its so wonderful to see people taking refuge in David from the crazy realities that are happening politically, economically, religiously etc. So thank you David, I give all my love to your presence in the webcast! No trouble in my mind, I tremble and shiver but the warmth of your purity abides like a calm breeze of love, energy & silence balanced. When I meditate I will be a beginner, not knowing what to do, frozen in freedom and love. Then let the mind gently assume its innocent perspective along with the flow of consciousness itself, the ever waking sentience of the universe. Let my mind enjoy its own dissolution process, and then play its human role with gentle remembering.

By David N

Cool! Another post. Thanks for sharing and the poem to

By ryan