The power of 1

Doing something is always better than doing nothing.

While studying at the SF Conservatory of Music I struggled to establish consistent practice habits (and, yes, consistency in all my practices has been a lifelong issue). I’ll never forget the lesson in which my flute teacher expressed his frustration with me by saying: “Just get the flute to your lip once a day!”

In other words, don’t focus on the hours of practicing I needed to do; just get the flute to my lip…for two notes. A scale. One phrase of a piece. Consistency.

Then there was the mentor who suggested a similar thing for exercise: “Just put the shoes on and get out the door…” For half a block. For a block. For a mile. Consistency.

When I started a serious meditation practice the struggle was just as real as ever. So I told myself: “Just get your butt in the chair!” For five minutes. Ten minutes. Thirty minutes. Consistency.

It’s never gotten easy for me, but if I do it….it works!

Heart connections

We can’t sing together as a choir, so we have to find other ways to maintain our heart connections. Such as meditating together (as a choir) in the Temple of Light, which we finally got to do tonight!

Sure, there were only perhaps 10-15 of us, but it’s a good first step towards keeping our choir magnetism strong and unified as we continue exploring alternative ways of joining our energies together (without song).

Getting still

Today’s Inner Renewal Week class was on “The Inward Path to Self-Realization: the Meditative Arts & Discipleship” and we were guided to start out with the perfect song: In the Temple of Isis. Jyotish even referred to the lyrics in connection with the need for stillness in order to meditate.

Isis is the Mother aspect of God in the ancient Egyptian religion; Swami Kriyananda wrote the song after meditating at the Temple of Isis, in Aswan. Below are the lyrics and also a recording of this inspiring song.

Still your mind if you want to pray.
Send all cares faraway.
Sing, then: Love’s ever near:
Isis comes, await the day.
Isis comes: await the day!
Mother comes: await the day!

Still your heart if you want to pray.
Send all cares faraway.
Sing, then: Love’s ever near:
Isis comes, await the day.
Isis comes: await the day!
Mother comes: await the day!

Still your soul if you want to pray.
Isis comes, await the day.
Isis comes: await the day!
Mother comes: await the day!

by Swami Kriyananda
In the Temple of Isis (The Harmony Duo)

Was still…went deep…

…and now I’m home, practicing “no judgement”. 🙂

Here’s the phrase that popped into my mind as I was driving home from the Temple of Light after the first two hours of meditation this morning: “Whatever is, simply is; I cannot change it for the mere wishing.”

That’s part of the affirmation for “Truthfulness” in Swami Kriyananda’s book Affirmations for Self-Healing (I looked it up when I got home).

Lately it feels like “truthfulness” is a large part of the reason for this blog, which seems to exist largely as a way for me to practice (again from Affirmations for Self-Healing) “…seeing things as they really are, but then looking more deeply for ways to improve those realities.”

The truth about my meditation today is that it was deep and inspiring, but I can’t maintain the stillness for very long because of how much tension and dysfunction are present in my body. I was making progress on remedying this, but then I got super-busy with Christmas preparations and gave myself permission to not beat myself up about putting it on the back-burner for a time. Which was fine and necessary, but today’s meditation has made me super-eager to get back to it as soon as possible!

So…yes, it was a good meditation. And I’ll go back for the afternoon portion which doesn’t require as much sitting still.

The affirmation for “Truthfulness” ends with: “Fearlessly, therefore, I accept the truth, knowing that, at the heart of everything, God’s truth is always good.”

Or, as we would put it during our time in LA: “It’s all good!”

A study in contrasts

I was still active as a freelance classical flutist when I moved into the Ananda Palo Alto community in the late-90’s, with a large portion of my income coming from music gigs. Christmas was a particularly busy time, with orchestras offering holiday concerts; businesses hosting office parties; and churches putting on elaborate Christmas pageants.

My second or third Christmas after coming to Ananda, I was blessed with an experience that clearly demonstrated to me the transformative power of Ananda’s meditation techniques and music.

I had performed at a church in a neighboring town the year before and was happy when they asked me back for a second year. But this time, the date of the gig just happened to be five days after a performance of the Oratorio. And, my goodness, what a contrast!

My experience at the “traditional” church:

  • An impatient, critical, abusive conductor
  • A freaked-out keyboardist and indifferent, careless musicians
  • A “slick”, heartless production
  • Superficial, “Hollywood”-style musical arrangements geared to singers’ egos
  • A passive, “dead” audience

My experience at Ananda:

  • A respectful conductor, harmonious communication, and supportive leadership
  • Joyous, caring, inspired musicians
  • A deeply felt, inspired production
  • Elegantly simple yet refined arrangements of superconscious music that awakens devotion and raises singers’ energy
  • A responsive, energetic, and deeply engaged audience

During the church Christmas pageant I was miserable and felt like I could hardly play. I ended up promising myself I would never do that gig again, that the money just wasn’t worth it. But then I got to reflecting: I had done it the year before with no problem; what was different?

The difference was that in the year in-between, I had continued to deepen my meditation practice, becoming more and more attuned to a higher, more loving vibration. So it actually felt traumatic to try and fit myself back into that judgmental, superficial, empty energy.

Bottom line? Although I have rare moments when I miss playing in orchestra, I have no regrets about letting go of that career and dedicating my energies to a higher cause.

Life Mantra (part 2)

Here’s the way the opening event unfolded: Jyotish and Devi greeted the hundreds of devotees from all corners of the globe and shared a few words about the week and about the Temple. Then Devi led everyone into a meditation. The lights dimmed and the choir from Ananda Village silently filed up onto the dais in the dark. We stood quietly for the short meditation, then out of the silence came the sound of a harmonium softly playing our opening notes and Life Mantra began.

Some comments from choir members…
“I will never forget the feeling of powerful and palpable bliss that filled me in that final chord of Life Mantra. Wow.”
“I thought maybe it was just me but apparently not. This was one of the most uplifting performances I have ever been part of. The vibration was so high I felt like levitating. I sang the Life Mantra twice more as I was driving home, still filled with joyful energy.”
“While we were singing, at some point I distinctly felt a change in the sound of the choir. My first thought was ‘The angels just joined us!'”

Personally, I believe the angels did join us! A friend who was at home with her children on the complete other side of our 900-acre community reported that they could hear the singing from their house. My theory is that the angels were all over the Village, celebrating with us, and singing the good news that “God is life! God is joy! Life is God’s! Life is joy!”

Secret weapon

Lots of thoughts and ideas chasing themselves through my mind, but I’m finding it difficult to grab hold of any particular one long enough to figure out what i want to say about it!

Of course, the more I try the more my mind veers away in yet another direction, until all I’m feeling is increasing restlessness. What to do?!?

Time to utilize my “secret weapon”: music. Swamiji singing Peace never fails to calm my heart and still my mind. Just what the doctor ordered!

Peace by Swami Kriyananda (aka J. Donald Walters)