Movie Of Me, Now Playing 24 Hours A Day

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Película de mí, en reproducción las 24 horas del día
- por Krishna Das


¿Qué nos aleja de la suave lluvia de gracia? Es nuestra obsesión sin fin, todo el día, con mi yo, conmigo, lo mío. Nos despertamos por la mañana y comenzamos a escribir "la película de mí": ¿Qué voy a hacer? ¿A donde voy a ir? ¿Cómo voy a llegar? ¿Es suficiente? ¿Es demasiado? ¿Qué va a pasar? ¿Qué me voy a poner? ¿Estoy guapa? ¿Le gusto a él? ¿Por qué no? Todo el día. La película de mí. La escribimos, la dirigimos, la producimos y la protagonizamos. ¡Escribimos críticas que leemos y nos deprimimos! Luego nos vamos a dormir y lo volvemos a hacer al día siguiente. Lo he visto tantas veces. Y aún así, cada vez que enciendo la televisión, ahí está: yo, yo mismo y mis cosas.


Gradualmente (palabra clave) e inevitablemente (la otra palabra clave), las prácticas como el canto espiritual eliminan esta versión subjetiva de la vida al disolver lentamente los apegos que nos mantienen separados de las personas que nos rodean, y separados y aislados de la belleza que vive en nuestros propios corazones. Todo lo que hacemos en la vida está conectado con tod@s y con todo lo demás, pero como estamos encerrad@s en nuestro propio pequeño mundo, cuando nos acercamos para tocar a otra persona, todo lo que tocamos es nuestra versión de la otra persona, y todo lo que l@s demás tocan es su versión de nosotros. Rara vez nos tocamos * realmente * un@s a otr@s.


En 1997, cuando comencé a viajar para cantar con la gente, un amigo me hizo los arreglos para que tocara el kirtan en Tucson, Arizona, en un restaurante de Oriente Medio llamado “The Caravan”. Iba a estar cantando en una pequeña sala de espera que formaba parte de la entrada al restaurante. Al otro lado de esa habitación estaba la cocina. Estaba sentado en el suelo con mi amigo Bub, que tocaba la batería; las ocho o nueve personas que se presentaron para cantar estaban sentadas en sillas junto al pasillo que utilizaban los clientes y los camareros para llegar al comedor.


Los clientes nos miraban con curiosidad; la comida iba y venía de la cocina; se lavaban ollas y sartenes; estaban haciendo “espresso”; y ahí estaba yo, cantando y pensando: ¡Esto se está poniendo feo! Pero estaba equivocado. Cuando estaba a punto de comenzar a cantar el último canto de la noche, Namah Shivaya, dos nativos americanos grandotes (tenían que medir más de seis pies -1,85 cms - y pesar 300 libras -136 Kgs- cada uno) entraron al restaurante irradiando un aura de alcohol. Se dejaron caer en las dos sillas vacías justo frente a mí y miraron sin comprender. Pensé, voy a ir disminuyendo mi canto,porque probablemente estaré muerto antes de terminar.


Empecé a cantar. Y canté de verdad. Cuando Bub y yo acabamos, terminamos con un largo Om. Luego se hizo el silencio excepto por el ruido de la cocina. Estaba sentado con los ojos cerrados cuando me di cuenta de que uno de los chicos se había levantado y estaba de pie, frente a mí, mirando hacia abajo. Miré hacia esta montaña de hombre. "¿Y ahora qué, Maharai-ji? ¿Qué me vas a hacer ahora?" El hombre dijo: "Soy nativo americano. [Pausa.] Estuve en Vietnam. [Pausa.] Sé lo que es real cuando lo escucho. [Pausa muy larga.] Y tú lo has entendido". Mientras se alejaba, comencé a respirar de nuevo.


Estaba tan atrapado en la película de Mí, mi propio programa de quién y de qué tenía miedo, que no había lugar para ver quién era realmente esta persona. Fue muy humillante reconocer cuán profundamente estaba atrapado en mis propias proyecciones, incluso después de toda una noche de cánticos.

Tod@s vivimos en nuestro propio universo hasta cierto punto. Debemos tomar conciencia de la forma en que funcionan estos programas nuestros, y cómo colorean nuestras vidas y nos separan de otras personas, viéndolas solo desde muy atrás de nuestras barricadas privadas. Todo el mundo trae su propio pasado y lleva consigo su propio futuro en cada momento. Llevamos la sensación de que somos lo más importante del universo y que todos los demás existen en relación a nosotros. Te miro y veo la forma en que te vistes y tu pelo, y surgen muchas suposiciones inconscientes sobre quién eres. No es quien eres; es solo mi versión de ti. Eso es lo que hacen los seres humanos. Buda dijo que comparar es en realidad el último tipo de pensamiento que queda. Siempre estamos comparando: Ella es más alta que yo. Él es esto. Ella es eso. Durante todo el día, nos vemos a nosotr@s mism@s a través de los ojos de otras personas.


Preguntas semilla para la reflexión: ¿Qué opinas de la noción de que 'cuando nos acercamos para tocar a otra persona, todo lo que tocamos es nuestra versión de la otra persona, y todo lo que ellos tocan es su versión de nosotros'? ¿Puedes compartir una historia personal de una vez que te diste cuenta de tus propias proyecciones? ¿Qué te ayuda a dejar de comparar?


Krishna Das es seguidor de Neem Karoli Baba, un músico de renombre mundial que ha cantado versos en sánscrito en los Grammy. Extracto de su autobiografía, Chants of a Lifetime.
Seed Questions for Reflection

What do you make of the notion that 'when we reach out to touch another person, all we touch is our version of the other person, and all they touch is their version of us'? Can you share a personal story of a time you became aware of your own projections? What helps you let go of comparing?

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14 Past Reflections
AB
Sep 17, 2020
I was wearing a skirt, a colorful one, too, I think. In my obviously male body, this can be a bit unusual, but I wear skirts so often that I usually forget about the fact. I was in the line to catch the car ferry going to Seattle, standing next to my car when a middle aged white guy with a big belly, baseball cap, dressed in boots, Levis, big belt buckle and a t-shirt under a dirty jacket approached me with a clear intention of talking to me. I flashed on how I was dressed and internally steeled myself for some kind of attack. "Great game yesterday, wasn't it!" "It was awesome! Best game I've watched in years! And the Seahawks even won it!!" I had forgotten I was wearing a Seahawks cap. I was really moved that what this person noticed about me was our commonality, while what I perceived was difference. His reach was from enthusiasm and kindness. My withdrawal was from projection and fear. I think of myself as an extememely kind person, yet here I exhibited b... View full comment
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Jackie Ehlers
Sep 15, 2020
It is difficult to share this story, because I still cringe at my stupidity in letting a simple difference in culture cause such a great mis-judgement in my view of another human being! In Zambia, we made friends with a food scientist who made wonderful, nourishing foods from local plants and trees. His wife seemed to be a simple, quiet homebody who prayed five times a day, cared for their two children, and cooked wonderful vegetarian dishes. Our children played together, and she taught me how to make banana flower cutlets. Our conversations always seemed to center aroundhome and children. A number of years after we returned to the US, we got a letter from hersaying that she was coming to America and would love to visit us in Detroit. It turned out that the reason for her visit was that she was going to speak to the United Nations assembly. This "simple homebody" had a Masters degree in Urdu literature,was now a Member of Parliament in Bangladesh, and had recently become the ... View full comment
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LilaH Sep 16, 2020
Thank you for sharing this. Its a potent reminder to us all to look at our assumptions in the midst of our 'enlightened' state (as we believe it to be).
AB
Alan Brisley Sep 17, 2020
Jackie,

Thank you for the story. I, too, just wrote a personal story and reflection.

Yours was the first in a list of ten other responses. I got so excited to read the rest!

I have also now read them (well, skimmed actually.) I began skimming them because they had no stories!!!!! They were all about the philosophy or the lesson. Shocking, considering the reflective instructions . . . . . . . . Thank you for your story and your reflection. I will remember your story. I have already forgotten your reflection . . . . .
DD
David Doane Sep 19, 2020
I thank you too, Jackie, for your personal story about how we miss important things due to our assumptions. I appreciate the reminder.
MA
matangi Oct 6, 2020
I have a story about how I judge book by cover famous verse however from conversation above it seems it's a common scenario. I teach yoga and Art of living classes .one 80 yr old enrolled in class and was happy with instructions etc I happen to speak same native language so made her more communicative with me . Initially my reaction was how is she going to manage all instructions but to my surprise she not only managed virtual class and later revealed to me she has a master in education was principal of school and was vigilant with mahatma Gandhi non violence movement of her time . I recognize how narrow my judgement was inspite of teaching how interconnected we are !
My take away is change your lance become conscious of unconscious
Namaste
JF
Jennifer Faith
Sep 15, 2020
Just moments ago, on this sharing site, I read the incredibly beautiful story of en enlightened man who suffered and survived Auschwitz as a child. Right away, his story related to the one I am currently writing, in an effort to understand this Godliness on earth. I often ask myself why am I writing this? Who am I to write these stories and in this case, why did I decide to share the self referential connection? The question posed has helped me with some answers. These are the stories to be told and shared, of our collective human experience, now mute than ever. We are all one and everything relates, if we would only remember this and forgive our human flaws to become more God-like. thank you for this site, these posting, these questions and these comments.
VC
Sep 15, 2020
Thank you for sharing this. It's a beautiful piece. I can so relate.... "Even after he had chanted for hours he still found himself getting caught in his own projections, the 'movie of me'- his own program of who and what he was afraid of."
PA
Sep 15, 2020
It’s all part of “belonging” — simply sit with it, hold it, then let it hold you. }:- a.m. “en Christo” #TUC
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Jaya Sarkar
Sep 15, 2020
This is such an eye opening revelation. Read it a few times to hold it within. Feels to be a step closer to the universal self....
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Priya Shukla
Sep 14, 2020
I can tesonate with the story. The story of "Me' id always playing and we form judgements about others based on looks, style of dressing, personality etc. I am working on myself to not to judge others. My Buddhist practice, self work, being with people who practice it is helping me in that direction. I have realizes through experience that higher education doesn't necessarily means being more flexible or open minded and being more wealthy doesn't always translate it generosity.
SG
Sep 13, 2020
Even before we actually meet another person ,we form a mental perception of that person , which may be based on theirexternal appearanceand it is most of the time coloredwith our prejudicesand is also based on what movie is playing, in our head, at that time . Our perception about others also gets affected whether we see them from a space of fear or whether we see from a space of love.
This happens throughout the day as we are caught up in our movie "about me " all the time. We are constanly thinking about our past and what we are going to do next.
Meditation or chanting helps us in breaking that pattern and makes us calm . This calmnessbrings us back to the present moment and and with this awareness t we can meet another person without our prejudices and we would be able to see the other person, as to who he actually is, rather than our projection about him. In the calm and aware state we can see the real " him".
JP
Sep 11, 2020
Clear version is created by clear vision. As I was growing up, I learned many valuable lessons of life from my father, by his words and by his actions. I remember one wise saying he used to say, " Yahtadristi, tatha sristi". As is my vision so is my world. If my vision is colored by my prejudices, judgments, assumptions, and expectations, I am going to create my mental, emotional and behavioral world by my vision. The same way the other person relates to me by his vision. Our versions of each other is created by our vision.Clear versionis created by theclarity of my vision. My mother used to say that when your eyes are affected by jaundice, you see everything yellowish. Buddha uses the word sati for clarity with no clouds of prejudice or selfishness floating in the mind.It is difficult to be free from prejudiceand judgments whichhave slipped into our unconscious mind. As a result as Krishna Das says. we"create the movie of me...we write it, direct it, produce it, and sta... View full comment
DD
Sep 11, 2020
My perspective is that all is one, and I am part of the one. From my side,when I see and touch the other, all I see and touch is me and my version of the other. All I a little bit know is me. What the other feels in my touching him or her, I don't know. I assume all this is the same for 'the other' who touches me. I started to become aware of my projections in my early 20s, during the same time that I began psychotherapy. I'm not sure which came first -- I am sure they affected and enhanced one another. This was also the beginning of the seeds of what became my spirituality. My awareness grew that I look out and see me, or at least see my thinking including my assumptions, expectations, prejudices, judgments. When I let go of comparing, what helps me let go of it is that it's not good for me. If I compare me to be better or worse than the other, above or below the other, I'm separating myself from the other, which is false, negative and harmful for me and for th... View full comment