What is ‘God’?

‘The grandest purpose of life (contrary to the implications of novelists) is not to know human love or to produce children or to win men’s fickle acclaim; man’s sole worthwhile aim is to find the everlasting bliss of God.’ 4:27 Yogananda, Paramahansa. God Talks with Arjuna: The Bhagavad Gita . Self-Realization Fellowship. Kindle Edition.

I like this quote, it gives us a bigger purpose than just chasing or being chased in the external world. I am now studying the fourth chapter in the Bhagavad Gita, and there is a lot of reference to God or the Divine to whom we can fully surrender and to whom we can fully offer all our actions.

The concept of God is somewhat difficult for me since I grew up in a Catholic country in a family that disapproved of the Church as an institution. God wasn’t a topic in my home, and the only idea I have of God is the popular idea: a man somewhere in the sky observing all my actions and taking note of them. Early in life, I decided I didn’t believe in this ‘God’.

Lately, through my studies of Yoga, I am revisiting the idea of God or the Divine. What my teacher says is that the Divine is not something outside ourselves. I think that many religions at their core say the same, but institutions have taken that away from people with the wish to control the masses. God is within us and it is in everything and everyone. He usually defines the Divine as ‘pure potential’. We all have pure potential. We all have a source of love, freedom and bliss inside ourselves, and our job in this world is to keep reaching towards it by slowly letting go the grip of tangible and ever changing things and ideas…

What does the idea of God mean to you? I observe that it is difficult for me to talk about God in most contexts. The moment the word God is mentioned in conversations, people get stiff, as if it was something ‘wrong’. But lately I wonder, if we remove completely the idea of ‘something bigger than what we see’, what remains? What is our bigger purpose in life?

Rejection

About two years ago, I had to take a course for my work and I found that I could take it in Paris. Since I lived in France for a few years when I was a student, it seemed like the perfect excuse to visit the French capital and see friends that I don’t have the opportunity to see often.

One of my closest friends lives in Paris and although we had not seen each other for a long time, we had maintained contact during the years in a slightly irregular way. For some periods, we would talk over the phone almost daily, and sometimes it could be months without we even exchanged a single message.

It had been six months since we last had exchanged messages, but when I knew that I could go to Paris, I sent her a message sure that she would tell me that we could see each other every day after her work.

To my surprise, her answer was rather dry ‘I’m sorry, I don’t have time’. I first asked jokingly if not even for a coffee, but she didn’t seem to like the joke. I wrote to ask if she was angry but the more I tried to find out what was happening, the more it seemed to make her angry. It got to the point that she told me that I was harassing her. Maybe I did insist too much, but I found her behaviour so strange that I even thought maybe she was in some sort of trouble.

I went to Paris and I didn’t see her. I sent her a message to tell her that no matter what, if one day she wanted to be in contact again, I would be happy to do so. But I must confess that her attitude hurt me so much that I erased her from my Facebook friends (hahaha, I know, how old am I?) And I didn’t contact her again…

Until last Christmas when I sent her a message to wish her happy holidays, and then this summer to tell her I was thinking about her, and finally this week, to wish her a merry Christmas.

This time, she answered by saying that she has nothing against me, but that our ‘incident’ two years ago made her realize that her life is better without my friendship.

I am not trying to put her in the ‘bad’ box and myself in the ‘poor martyr’ box, there must be something I did that made her angry, but what is frustrating is not to know what the heck I did. I would have liked her to tell me.

As usual, the most interesting thing in this story is to observe my own reactions. First of all, I felt pain and confusion. Then, I do not deny it, anger because in my expectation of what a friend ‘must do’: misunderstandings are spoken about in order to give the opportunity to repair the damage. Followed by a feeling that she doesn’t really know who I am and what she’s missing, and finally a consuming feeling of self-doubt.

This friend is one of the few who knows everything about me: my achievements and my mistakes, my good sides and my weaknesses. I came to think that maybe she no longer wanted my friendship because of the mistakes I made that made her see me as not worthy anymore. I felt unfairly treated because she didn’t know or seemed interested to find out how these mistakes had made me reflect, and what I learned from them… ‘if she only gave me the opportunity to show her that I’m a better person than I she thinks I am’, I thought. But why would it be so important for me to prove anything to her? Who am I trying to convince? Her or myself?

Finally, yesterday, I started to have some fun observing my thoughts. We all have our weak spots, and I believe that rejection is definitely one of mine . It is as if by rejecting me, people confirm to me what I ‘know’ about myself: that I am not perfect, that I have many flaws, that I am not as good a person as many can think, and so on. How is it possible that from one episode in my life I can waste so much energy on useless and negative thoughts? I do not know.

What is my conclusion? I have to know when to let go. It was a pretty friendship as long as it lasted, but it is over. I am not perfect and I will never be so all I can do is to keep walking, keep learning and try to do less harm than good around me. Accept my mistakes, forgive myself, ask for forgiveness and avoid making the same mistake over and over again. Maybe most importantly, don’t put my self-worth in anybody else’s hands, it will always be flickering and confusing.

El rechazo

Hace más o menos dos años tenía que tomar un curso para mi trabajo y encontré que lo podía tomar en Paris. Como viví algunos años en Francia, me pareció el pretexto perfecto para visitar la capital francesa y ver amigos que no tengo la oportunidad de ver seguido.

Una de estas amigas vive precisamente en Paris y aunque hacía mucho que no nos veíamos, habíamos mantenido el contacto durante años de manera un poco irregular. A veces nos hablábamos durante largos periodos casi diario, y a veces podían pasar meses sin que ni siquiera nos enviáramos un sólo mensaje.

Tenía ya como seis meses que no sabía de ella, pero cuando supe que sí podía ir a Paris, le mandé un mensaje segura de que me diría que nos podíamos ver todos los días después de su trabajo.

Para mi gran sorpresa, su respuesta fue seca y cortante ‘lo siento, no tengo tiempo’. Le escribí para preguntar si estaba enojada, y mientras más trataba yo de averiguar qué pasaba, más parecía hacerla enojar. Llegó al punto de que me dijo que la estaba yo acosando. Tal vez sí insistí demasiado, pero su comportamiento me pareció tan extraño que hasta pensé que tal vez estaba en problemas.

Fui a Paris y no la vi. Le mandé un mensaje pare decirle que fuera lo que fuera, si algún día ella quería retomar el contacto, yo estaría esperando. Pero debo confesar que me dolió tanto su actitud que la borré de mis amigos de Facebook (jajaja, ya sé, ¿cuántos años tengo?) y no la volví a contactar.

Hasta el año pasado que en Navidad le mandé un mensaje para desearle felicidades. Y luego en el verano para decirle que pensaba en ella. Y finalmente esta Navidad otra vez para desearle felices fiestas.

Esta Navidad me respondió diciendo que no tiene nada en contra de mí, pero que nuestro ‘incidente’ de hace dos años la hizo darse cuenta de que su vida es mejor sin mi amistad.

Algo debo de haber hecho que la hizo enojar así, no estoy tratando de ponerla a ella en la casilla de la ‘mala’ y yo la ‘pobre mártir’, lo malo es no saber qué demonios fue lo que hice. Me hubiera gustado que me dijera. Y lo más seguro es que nunca lo sabré.

Lo interesante en esta historia es observar mi reacción hacia el rechazo. Primero que nada fue de dolor y confusión. Luego, no lo niego, de enojo porque en mi expectativa de lo que una amiga ‘debe de ser’, los malentendidos se hablan y se le da a la otra persona la oportunidad de reparar el daño. Luego de orgullo ‘ella se lo pierde’, y al final de duda en mí misma.

Esta amiga, es una de las pocas que me sabe todo: mis logros y mis errores, mis lados buenos y mis debilidades. Llegué a pensar que tal vez no quería más mi amistad por los errores que he cometido, porque me juzga no ser digna de ser su amiga por en algún momento de mi vida haber sido débil y cometido errores grandes. Pero ella no sabe lo que estos errores me han hecho reflexionar, y aunque no los puedo cambiar, aprendí mi lección y creo que crecí como ser humano… ‘si tan solo me diera la oportunidad de demostrarle que soy mejor persona de lo que ella cree que soy’…

Y al final, ayer pensando, me divirtió mi reacción y la bola de pensamientos que me vinieron a la cabeza a raíz del rechazo. Todos tenemos nuestros puntos débiles, y yo creo que el rechazo es definitivamente uno de ellos. Es como si al rechazarme, la gente me confirmara lo que ‘sé’ de mí: que no soy perfecta, que tengo muchos defectos, que no soy tan buena persona como muchos pueden creer, etc, etc…. ¿Cómo es posible que de un episodio de mi vida pueda yo desperdiciar tanta energía en tanta negatividad? No lo sé.

¿Cuál es mi conclusión? Hay que saber soltar. Fue una amistad bonita el tiempo que duró, pero ya llegó a su fin. No soy perfecta y nunca lo seré pero hay que seguir caminando, seguir aprendiendo y tratar de hacer menos mal que bien a mi alrededor y cuando cometa errores, cuando haga algo que lastime a alguien más, lo mejor que puedo hacer es perdonarme, pedir perdón, y tratar de no cometer el mismo error.

Why develop compassion and forgiveness?

The yogis look upon all—well-wishers, friends, foes, the pious, and the sinners—with an impartial intellect. The yogi who is of equal intellect toward friend, companion, and foe, neutral among enemies and relatives, and impartial between the righteous and sinful, is considered to be distinguished among humans.’  (Bhagavad Gita 6:9)

How does this resonate with you?  What is your immediate reaction to it? Can you accept it? Why? 

If we define Yoga as equanimity of mind (Gita 2:48), does that change your way of understanding this quote? Why would this be important in order to have a calmer mind?

Although this quote doesn’t talk directly about compassion or forgiveness, for me, it is an invitation to practice both. Compassion is an important concept in many traditions. Have you ever thought about what compassion means for you?

When practicing compassion, we are always encouraged to start with ourselves. When you allow yourself to see inside your mind with complete honesty, you will discover both the bright and dark sides of it. Instead of criticising yourself, try to understand yourself. Try to understand why sometimes, you act and react in ways that do not serve you or those around you. It usually has to do with thoughts and ideas that are imprinted in your mind as a result of past experiences. When you are able to understand yourself, you are able to show compassion too. This is the first and most important step towards self-transformation. By observing, accepting and understanding, we create space between our thoughts and our actions, this space, with practice allows us to stop living a reactive life and start living an active life.

Once you are able to show compassion to who you are at any time, you will see that it is possible to show that same compassion towards others because you realize that they too, act and react according to their own mental limitations.

Compassion has two main benefits, the first one is helping you stabilise your mind, the second one is to interact with everyone in a more open and harmonious way.

Once you are able to show compassion, you might be able to forgive. Forgiveness comes from our willingness to let go of our expectations towards others. If you are struggling to forgive someone, try to think in the same line as with compassion. Someone once said that hating someone is like drinking poison and wishing the other person to die. When we go around with resentment towards others, the only affected is our own peace of mind. In addition, we can consider the fact that we all are seeking love, freedom and happiness, but we do it in different ways. We all act out of our patterns of thought and perception, and for some, there is a real feeling of no other choice. This can help us feel compassion and eventually forgive.

Recognise yourself in others.


What my Yoga practice does and doesn’t do.

Practicing yoga doesn’t stop me from getting frustrated. Practicing yoga doesn’t stop me from getting angry. Practicing yoga doesn’t stop me from feeling blue. But it helps me accept my frustration, my anger and my sadness. It helps me create a space between my emotions and my reactions. It makes me question my perspective. So I get out of my spiral of negativity faster. Yoga has taught me to find my balance over and over again. Therefore, study, practice and use what you learn on yourself. Fail, fall and get up again and learn. That is all we can do.