Have you ever let yourself be totally UNPLUGGED? Do you remember those times when you’ve just dropped EVERYTHING? And let ALL the stress fall away?
Thirty years ago in a frantic office, this easy-to-read Tibetan author gave me a real and vivid sense of what it means to have real peace in one’s life. And I fondly remembered having had that feeling before ...
Much farther back, when I was twenty-three, after graduation I had worked in an ultra-modern office. It wasn’t downtown, though, and it was close to a large, undeveloped parcel of experimental farmland - in which government scientists developed new methodologies for enhancing crop development.
And in that green oasis was an arboretum, a showcase for indigenous Canadian trees and shrubs.
As it was a quick and easy walk from my office building, I often took my lunch there on a halcyon day. I sat on a hill overlooking the groves of trees, and the canal beyond - in wintertime, those hills were open to the public for the amusement of junior tobogganers - and delved peacefully into my lunch bag.
My reveries were totally uninterrupted, save by birdsong - until, at 12:45 a Canadian National Railways train roaring through the woods below would punctually emit a loud whistle, telling me it was time to return to work...
You know - peace is an amazing thing!
I say ‘is’, because with the advance of old age, the presence of peace seems to be ancillary to the letting-go of inner turmoil that happens when we choose to age NATURALLY.
From my reading, I know that this GOOD kind of seniors’ moment was commoner in old days. I find it all the time in 19th-century writers.
People followed the rhythms of nature back then. And we may not know it, says Tulku, but the whole brash crowd of our modern dreads and anxieties is like a drop of water in a deep pool of eternal silence, or a speck of dust in a vast expanse of space. They saw that clearly in the old times. Now that I’m elderly I see that too.
But Tulku, bless him, gave me a sneak preview of that slow-mo pace of retirement in the 1980’s... when I was busier than a solo wallpaper hanger! He suggests there are vast expanses of untapped empty space in our minds. He calls it - in another book - Great Space. Inner freedom.
We Christians call it the freedom of the Spirit. A peace beyond comprehension.
Now, it may be that when we are young we’re not quite ready for that. And that’s understandable, but when in later life your experiences have beaten you up enough, it may be high time to reconsider.
I think all of us often get the sense, as we age, of time STANDING STILL. That’s what Tulku talks about.
This is not the inner emptiness of an Alzheimer’s patient, either. That’s scary. This is not.
It’s what Peter Kreeft so aptly calls Doors in the Wall of the World.
It is the natural fruit of a long life lived in unobtrusive gentleness - this moment without self-consciousness or anxious memories.
And yet so many of us are constantly trying to one-up the other guy - to go to subtler and more cutting-edge levels of thinking. Faster and faster. Hamsters on a treadmill. Well, it’s gotta stop, or else it’ll drive us to an early grave!
You know, there is a REAL alternative to the speed and aggression that is so prevalent in this winner-takes-all world... And Tulku tells us how to find it SO naturally!
By driving away the blockages of too-too-solid self-consciousness and self-importance.
How else are we going to live in all that empty space that’s ahead of us when we die?
Better get used to it, and expand and enrich that fertile vacant space in our heads while we’re here!
His way of meditation can do that.
We CAN live in the midst of Peace...
WITHOUT AGGRESSION:
Here and now -
For starters.