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Krunch! Hit the wall again!
:banghead:
I have hit a very unpleasant wall in meditation again. Unlike previous ones, which have felt like an emotional hang-up which requires mettaful observation, this seems to be a twisted, knotty mess of dissonant ideas, views and wants.
To be fair, my meditation practice has been waning quite a bit over the last couple of weeks, though usually a visit to this forum or my other usual practice-pick-me-up sources has seen me through regardless of if I meditate or not. However, the last few times I've sat, I've felt just... numb, I guess, kind of like reaching a point traveling through an unfamiliar city and feeling like you've had enough trying to navigate the streets. Fed-up, lost, disenchanted even.
The meditation resonates the feeling I have in my life at the moment - all the dissonant ideas are essentially stemming from a cross-roads of life choices; my practice heavily conflicts with my wants and likes, the responsibilities that I have are conflicting with my practice - not to mention the expectations (reasonable or not) that are surrounding me are clamouring for their share of the spotlight too.
Previously, my meditations have stuffed around with my sense of self, and hinted at the delusional nature of "I" and teasing me with glimpses of a stillness outside of the karmic chaos of samsara.
Essentially, there's a strong part of me which is quite varied that is just plain sick of it all - Buddhism, not-Buddhism, hiding from life, facing life. If I try and sit with it - I just get walloped in the metaphysical face for the effort, and end up even more sore and confused! :crazy:
Apart from just ranting about it (which does feel a little better) - any suggestions, ideas or kicks-up-the-butt? :rolleyes:
Metta,
Gecko.
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This is one time when being somewhat older in practice decades has helped me, when everything has dried up and meditation just seems to make things worse but giving up meditation seems unsatisfactory. I remember the first time I noticed it - it may have been the first time ever but my memory, oy veh! I was on the Long Retreat as part of my noviciate and Bang! I was suddenly in turmoil. I couldn't do anything right in my jobs around the house and kept getting into trouble with the Assistant Novice Master. Our daily three hours of mediation and a totally silent regime was something I had been yearning for and now? It was crap! Nothing! Nada! Zip! And worse than that, a ringing in my ears like the silence was an enemy too (I have had tinnitus ever since).
My Novice Master though I was being over-dramatic (and I may have been - I have always tended to exaggerate) and gave me scripture to read. After about ten days, hanging on by ever-shortening fingernails, it suddenly lifted. There weren't whistles and bells, angels or devas. I just woke up one morning and it was gone. I was out of the tunnel. I had survived but I had no idea how. It took me time and wise counsel to understand that, somehow, somewhere, in some strange way, the awfulness had been the vital catalyst, the Philosopher's Stone (as Herbert has it) which transformed uncertainty into knowledge. In that particular case it concerned my monastic vocation and, although I have sometimes been nostalgic for the routine and the silence, I have understood that I am not equipped for that particular path.
Since then, 'desert' times have come and gone. As time has gone on, 'flat' times predominate. Nothing to report. Same as yesterday. But, from time to time,a patch of real joy or choppy water. It's the way life is. It would be surprising if meditation did not provide us with a clearer view, a more acute ear - not always comfortable. Keine Rosen ohne Dornen.
Perhaps because you expect practice to be pleasant? Teachers in my school say "Don't make expectations! Then, whatever appears, no problem!"
Awareness is like space, nothing can disturb or stain it, whether it's a butterfly going by or a bomb going off. That basic space is there already and it does not require effort to realize, just the weightless recognition of "this is how it is right now"
Its a paradox something lifts or happens. We get out of the tunnel. But its interesting to see what kind of efforts or is it non-effort are truly effective.
I hope you feel better. I wish I could be more helpful and see this problem more clearly.
seeker242 and Richard - your advice certainly feels like a well-timed bucket of cool water. I've definitely carried some meta-expectations into the situation which have just made the waters even muddier!
I'll come back to reabsorb the replies here a few times, I think. When sitting with it all, it feels quite urgent - kind of like a show-stopper event that is affecting my life 'outside' meditation. This is what makes it hard - I feel that I don't have the time or 'right' to work through this issue, as it is affecting my work/life efforts. <- But, hey, lookkit all those other expectations and attachments! :tonguec:
To massacre the grammatical rules of the German language in specific response to Simon's reply (and all the others' too!) - Keine Dornen ohne Rosen!
Good Luck.
thanks for sharing this. :-)
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I've been avoiding meditation the last week, actually, and my practice has dropped off the wagon too, unfortunately. I'm think I'm just petrified of confronting the electrical-storm aspects of my mind - even if I'm not trying to fight it! :screwy:
I can get where you're coming from with Epstein's primal scream allegory. But my experience doesn't feel like it really meets that. I've head internally raging screams during mediation resulting from sudden glimpses of how my actions, thoughts and karmic habits affect my being (and in turn further actions/thoughts, etc), and screams of both natures of "f#ck off!" or "you'd better listen to me, or...!" - but nothing that seems to be pure ego defensiveness
My ego certainly makes efforts to defend its illusory nature, but this seems (now, after a bit of self-reflection and talk with some other people) to be more of a ridiculously major nature of angry, hulk-proportion cognitive dissonance.
Anyway, I'm off to a retreat this weekend and another two weeks after that, upon recommendation. So, hopefully (mindful practice and effort type of hope), my practice and efforts will improve again. I also haven't been doing kung fu practice or attending formal classes for a while - so it's also a case of cabin fever!
I'll let you all know if I've made any progress (or been driven stark raving mad - in which case my post will be made via indecipherable scrawl on straight-jacket linen tied to a bird's leg!)