In the Eckhart Tolle clip below he mentions an American woman, Karla Faye Tucker, whom while on death row for two brutal murders underwent a intense spiritual transformation and became an incredibly peaceful being. Listen to Eckharts description first (I have started the clip at the right time) and then I have included an interview with Karla in another clip just below that.
I am always doing, when nothing need be done.
I search for answers, when there is nothing to find.
I strive to learn, but I must unlearn.
I wake from sleep, into another dream
I search for God, it is God that seeks.
I ask for forgiveness, but there’s nothing to forgive.
I run away, but never move an inch.
I beg for knowledge, of what I already know.
I fear my death, but have presumed my birth.
I am nothing, but I am everything.
Is it possible that I have always known deep down in my heart that the real me will never die?
It’s a curious question that lifts my mood upon thinking it. There is quite an obvious intangible feeling to being alive. But without a ready explanation we instead attach our fate to our bodies.
But that force that animates us, how could it be subject to harm? It’s that place within, it’s like a room without walls, where all things pass through but never stay. How do you harm a room?
If I take a memory from decades ago and then contrast it against my most recent memory, what is it between the two that hasn’t changed? I can sense that there was something then and now which has remained untouched by time.
The speed at which the ego infuses us with the fear of death is the biggest clue that it has something to hide. Something so threatening to it’s very existence it must force our attention elsewhere so the best kept secret in the history of humanity is never revealed.
There are absolutely countless phobias in the modern psychologists handbook, and I am sure most, if not all, can be traced back to a fear of death. The ego has masterfully exploited this fear into a most complex web of anxieties.
But perhaps the answer to all of that which plagues ourselves, our planet, and the key to the end of all fear is this simple obvious realization:
The real me can never die.
I have a theory that in order to be at peace with yourself you must make peace with the entire human experience. This includes the whole spectrum. Every good samaritan and corrupt leader, every violent act and healing hand, every unwanted thought and each brilliant idea, a miraculous birth or a painful death. You must make peace with everything, no matter how horrific, because such potential exists within each of us.
We are subject to corruption, superficiality, hatred, anger just because we belong to the human race. It is the risk of being alive. But fortunately we are also capable of amazing acts of love, compassion, caring, and sacrifice. It is Love vs Hate. That the scales of humanity tilt one way or the other is the primary determining factor in our destiny.
I really find the analogy of the scale useful as it helps demonstrate one of my key beliefs. Any attention directed towards hate, whether you are directly supporting a hateful idea or you are opposing a hateful idea (i.e. hating the hate) you are tilting the scales in the direction of hatred. I try to apply this idea when listening to the news and I hear a story relating to this eternal struggle. It’s not always easy.
For instance, with the winter Olympics in Sochi approaching the Russian law that makes homosexuality a crime is getting a lot of airtime. It is a despicable law based entirely on unsubstantiated fear and of course, hatred. Many discussions on this topic center around what is the best way to protest this law. I worry that while intense resistance of this ridiculous law is warranted, it will only slow the pace of change. Eckhart Tolle stated it best when he said “Whatever you fight you strengthen, and whatever you resist, persists.”. I think strong opposition to an idea, no matter how warranted, often causes the opposed to dig their heels in.
So how could you tilt the scales from such hatred towards love? What about a gay couple just being a loving gay couple. Regardless of being in the spotlight or not. If you are in a major televised event and you win, or come second, or lose, simply showing the loving support that is commonplace in many relationships would help lay the foundation for change. I realize this is not the accepted approach in our current world and people often want to make a big splash. But often when you make a big splash it’s because you hit a big wall. Of course safety is always a major concern and I have no idea how Russian authorities plan to react to gay athletes interacting like normal couples. This is where your country’s support would be vital.
This approach also requires a certain amount of sympathy towards the offenders. That we are all equal forms of life trying to navigate our way as members of humanity in all of it’s flaws. It requires the recognition that simply by being human we are also capable of such hatred if only our environment and genetics were changed slightly. But most importantly it is the knowledge that the power of love exists in all of us. Keep adding more to the scales and eventually, once a certain threshold is reached, the scales will permanently tilt towards it.
“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
– Robert Fulgham
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here; I did not die.
– Mary Elizabeth Frye