NEW YOUTUBE CLIP
A new video filmed in Ireland last month.
http://youtu.be/8og7_358a80
A new video filmed in Ireland last month.
http://youtu.be/8og7_358a80
Waking up out of the dream of who you think you are is, in a way, an endless humiliation. Losing the safe places to hide. Losing the protection against vulnerability. Seeing the arrogance of the thinking when it claims to know how it is or how it should be. Admitting that you don’t know how to live or what is the best or right way to be. Losing more and more of who you thought you were and free-falling.
~ Unmani
Often when we are going through some life tragedy, or even when some minor event happens, we can see how thought tends to add a layer of drama on top of whatever is happening. We all have the tendency to be ‘drama queens’, believing that whatever is happening, means so much more than it really does. There is the original feeling or experience, but then there is some extra excitement, or tension that usually comes with the subtle, or not so subtle, thought story that it all means so much to or about ‘me’.
The belief about ‘me’ adds some special meaning that could be positive or negative. It could be a story of how this experience means that I am a very good or kind person, and that people will like me. Or it could be that this experience means that I have done something wrong, or perhaps that there is something fundamentally wrong with me. Whether the story is positive or negative is beside the point – it is all that extra layer of drama, and belief that what happens means something about ‘me’, and makes ‘me’ special in some way.
We get so accustomed to living with this layer of dramatic meaning on top of every experience, that we start to believe that this drama is what makes us feel alive. We even fear not having a drama or meaning, because we believe that would be so empty, boring and dead. We get used to living with this level of adrenalin rushing through our bodies, and have grown so familiar with that dramatic sense of agitation that comes along with every experience, that we even believe that the agitation itself is ‘me’. Although it is painful and exhausting to live like this, the alternative can seem so unknown and terrifying.
There is no need, and it is not possible anyway, to try to stop believing in a ‘me’ or to try to stop creating meanings. However, we can see how this whole mechanism works. We can get to know it, and start to see the whole game. In seeing it, there is already some relief. In knowing that it is just the nature of thought, to create meanings for ‘me’, we don’t expect it not to, but we also don’t take it so seriously when it does. Just because thought says that this experience means something about ‘me’, it doesn’t mean that it really does. And if this experience, whatever it is, doesn’t mean anything about ‘me’, then perhaps this also doesn’t mean that life is empty or dead (this is also an added layer of dramatic meaning). It is all just as it is, meaningless, and yet alive and enough in itself.
Unmani, 9th January 2015
Life is full of surprises if you are open to seeing and appreciating them. If you think you know it all or have seen it all before, then life will rarely be able to surprise you. You will be walking around with your head in a paper bag, only able to see and experience what you think. Like a zombie or a robot, just running the software that you know. Nothing is fresh and alive… But at some point life manages to get through, and rip off the bag. This often happens with something that is so unexpected that it shocks you alive again. Perhaps a tragedy or a loss. Or perhaps if you are lucky, someone comes along that touches you so deeply that you crack open and bleed. However it is, it could be painful, frightening, or overwhelming. Your old software will probably complain, and even shout and scream. But in the end you are grateful. Grateful to come alive again.
It can be heart-breaking to really acknowledge that the nature of this life, is endless change. There is nothing permanent, nothing constant, no-one reliable, no real security, because whatever is here now, is bound to change, and then change again. In this play of experience, there is no place to land, nowhere to rest and no final peace. To really acknowledge that is to acknowledge the endless free-fall that is our true nature. And paradoxically, this is the only true peace.
Unmani
www.die-to-love.com
We often think we know how we would like our life to turn out. We think we know what we want for our future. We think that our hopes and dreams should be fulfilled and that if they are not, then that must mean that there is something wrong with us. But who are we to know how life should be? It seems that only when we truly give up any idea that we can control what happens, or any hope that our dreams will come true, that life brings exactly what is needed. This is not some ‘new age’ attitude of ‘trusting the universe’, or some kind of nihilistic passivity, but an absolute surrender to the nature of life. Whether we like it or not, Life includes the whole spectrum of experience and not only the ones we want or agree with. Whatever happens may not always be comfortable, but it is exactly as it should be, because it is.
Unmani
www.die-to-love.com
As some of you may already know, at 41, I am pregnant with my first baby. As this is a particularly miraculous unending human journey of growing and being touched by life, I would like to share with you, some of my personal unfolding journey so far.
About 2 years ago, I had given up any hope of having a baby in this life. Although I had never really been one of those women who needed to have a whole family of children, I did always have a very physical longing to live out the biological purpose of this female body. Month after month, cycle after cycle, this body prepares to grow a baby, and then grieves over the loss of another egg. It is the natural process that is such an integral part of being a woman. However, it took years, and several painful relationships, before I could really acknowledge that longing, as there was a lot of old fear and pain around it. But as time went by, and it didn’t look like it was going to happen, I grieved deeply, and somehow the longing seemed to fall away.
Even to take one step backwards, I had given up hope of ever being with a man who could really meet me as a woman, but also as a friend and life partner. Life seems to work that way, just when all hope was lost and I was perfectly satisfied with the life of being a single woman who was self-sufficient and happy, out of nowhere, I was showered with the gift of this beautiful man. Neither of us were looking for, or needing a relationship, so we were both a little suspicious of how good it was at first. In the first days and weeks we did our best to challenge each other with all our past painful wounds and longings, and found that there was space for it all to be felt and heard in love and laughter. This in itself has been, and endlessly continues to be, very healing.
Exactly a year later, in exactly the same place in Portugal, we discovered that I was pregnant. It is almost as if life was playing at being as synchronistic as it could. People have asked whether this pregnancy was planned, and the answer to that is yes and no. We were both open to it, but were not really trying to make it happen. We jokingly said ‘we leave it up to the gods’. And the gods (whoever they are), decided.
Robert already has two lovely grown-up sons in their twenties from a previous relationship, and was not looking to have more children. However, he surprised himself, as to how open he was to having another child now. Over the years, he has in himself, matured, relaxed and opened to life more and more, and is not so stressed and worried about all the practical details, and ‘doing it right’, compared to how he was in the past. In his words, ‘this baby is just welcome’.
We have some loose plans about how it might unfold, but both Robert and I are simply living in awe of the unfolding of life in this journey into the unknown. Although of course women have been doing this for thousands of years, to me it is completely unknown, not only because it is my first baby, but also because it is always, and always will be, unknown and fresh.
At 16 weeks, I am feeling all kinds of new and previously unknown subtle and not so subtle physical sensations. I have always been very sensitive to what is happening in my body and especially to the subtle changes in my menstrual cycle. Being pregnant is just an extension to that. The body is doing what it is programmed to do and it has nothing to do with ‘me’ or what I might think about it. It seems to be a process of surrender and letting go in such a deep physical way. It is a wonder and amazement to watch it all happen.
In the first couple weeks of pregnancy I felt a tremendous amount of energy in my belly area. It was so powerful and overwhelming that it often kept me awake at night. The energy had the flavour of the greatest creative and destructive force of Life and Death. I had never experienced it so obviously in such a physical way before that. Although I do remember when I was at the birth of my niece, when I first walked into the room where my sister was in labour, I was shocked and intimidated by this same powerful energy that filled the room. Now this same energy was working in such focused way in my womb. All I could do was lie down and surrender to it.
In the first few weeks, although I knew I was pregnant, at the same time it didn’t feel real. I felt all the strange sensations of fullness, and energy in my belly, but I couldn’t relate it to an actual person growing inside there. I started reading about the physical stages of pregnancy, and I knew logically that there was a tiny embryo growing inside there, but all I could really know and trust, as ever, was my direct experience: Sensations happening. Thoughts struggling to compute what it all means, and to try to label what is happening in order to provide a (false) sense of security. A growing intuitive sense that it is all happening perfectly as it should be. And a knowing of the beginning of a new, and yet strangely ancient, journey into the unknown.
As the weeks have gone on so far, my belly is growing and becoming more and more obvious. I have felt more of a sense of a new life growing in me, although still not feeling it as being separate from me. I have on many occasions found myself talking to it or soothing it in noisy or uncomfortable situations. In a way, it is similar to how I might self-sooth the child that I am and have always been. There is no real separation between the child I am and the child I am apparently carrying in my womb.
We have now had our first ultrasound scan where we actually saw the baby moving around, waving it’s arms and even crossing its legs. It was such a heartbreakingly touching moment to actually see the image of the baby in there. The doctors have said that everything looks healthy as far as they can see at this stage. They mentioned a long list of possible problems and possible tests for possible problems. Although we are not being purposely close-minded to these possibilities, we are also not wanting to blindly take on the fears of others. People have so many fear-based opinions about pregnancy, the fact that I am a bit older than usual, birth and raising children. We are both doing our best to side-step these opinions and face the reality of it all as it comes step by step.
I don’t know what I am doing, but I live in wonder, surrender and gratitude to life as it unfolds.
Unmani, 26/11/2014
www.die-to-love.com
We spend so much time and energy desperately trying to make everything safe, secure and certain, but inevitably something comes along in life, to mess up our plans, dreams or ideas of how things are. It seems that the very nature of life is uncertain and insecure, and we really have no way of knowing how to live like that. This can leave us feeling lost and afraid in our daily life. We hold back from love, from expression of feelings, from grabbing opportunities, from taking risks, because we are terrified of losing safety and security. However, if we are willing to dive into our fear, and deeply acknowledge the true nature of life as uncertain and insecure, to acknowledge that we don’t ever have or own anything secure, this can actually free us up to play ‘as if’. We can go on making plans, promises and commitments, always knowing that it is only ever a play ‘as if’, but in the meantime why not play fully? Why not give yourself totally to life without holding back? You have nothing left to lose.
Unmani
www.die-to-love.com
As we see through our old beliefs about who we are, as we become more and more aware of our true nature that is unlimited and free, there can also be more and more lived sensitivity in our daily lives. We feel more subtle sensations, emotions, energies, environments. However, a very tempting trap is to start to create a new ‘very sensitive person’ identity which can be a ‘special me’ story we tell ourselves. The thinking starts to land in the conclusion that I am this kind of person, and then sneakily the walls of separation have been built up again. The truth is that whatever is felt, or sensed, although sensed fully without restriction, still does not mean anything about who you are. Feel it, live it, sense it all, but know that nothing ever means anything about you.
Unmani
www.die-to-love.com
If you are searching for authenticity in your life, you may eventually discover that this is just another sneaky way of putting up more boundaries to separate this from that. Some experiences are considered special or ‘it’, and others are considered inauthentic, wrong, or not ‘it’. In this play of experience, all experiences, without exception, are equally authentic, or in fact equally inauthentic.
However, some experiences seem to be sweet reflections of your true nature beyond the thinking: a walk in nature, a melting into a lover’s eyes, a blissful moment in meditation or dance, or just a random moment when thoughts seem to fall away. When these sweet gifts happen, see them as pointers to who you are, and don’t get distracted by the sweet experience that is only ever temporary and always unreliable.
When we start to believe that this experience is ‘it’, we immediately get excited that we have arrived at our spiritual goal. We immediately start to look down on all other experiences with great superiority, as ‘not it’. So as soon as the experience of ‘it’ passes, as all experiences do eventually, we assume we have lost ‘it’. But you never had ‘it’. You never had anything. It was just a passing sweet gift. Be grateful for whatever insight it brought, and let it go. It is already gone anyway.
Who you really are is never an experience of authenticity. It is never an experience at all. It can not be got and it can not be lost. This is the freedom beyond all experience.
Unmani
www.die-to-love.com