Buddha and Compassion

The power lies in the story. As a healer, I am sooooo happy to have learned the power of the story, the one you tell yourself, the one you tell others and the one you allow others to tell you.
Stories are IMMENSELY powerful, and can build you up, or tear you down – or parts or aspects of you yourself, or others and as such need to be worked with lightly, with care and with respect.
Someone who tells you to “just let go of the story” or “there are no victims” “all the power is in your hands” you need to jettison from your life, because they are still trapped in learned concepts which they faithfully regurgitate and haven’t truly grasped anything.
As a younger healer, I was tremendously proud of myself and my ability to “nail it” and literally push someone into transformation with my words.
Because I myself grew up in a merciless environment and still admittedly see the world as a merciless place, where true Mercy and the power of that isn’t fully grasped – I saw a tough love – and a rather merciless -approach as best. On a certain level, it showed how tough and powerful I was: but it was a clear sign of the level I was working on.
At best, that was a spiritual ego. At worst, that was an unhealed wound masquerading. Either way, it was not a pathway I wanted to follow, I realized it led to a kind of vampiric healing form, which many healers do feed off of: feeling the satisfaction of the trigger or release of another’s pain as validation for the ability to “heal”.
So: I don’t heal. I don’t take on responsibility for you – in any way. You heal, in your own way and own time and how you do that -none of it is “wrong”. Healing can be painful. And that is ok. But it doesn’t have to be and that is ok as well. Life can be movement and change. But it doesn’t have to be and that is ok too. I don’t even like using the word “healing” anymore, it is so full of cliches.
I have learned since then. Learned A LOT. And seen the importance of radical honesty regarding the state of being your awareness is actually flowing through – not trying to be somewhere you are not, but aspire to be – on a spiritual level, there is no cloaking anyway. It is important – although boring – to accept the landscape you see around you… We all see each other.
In reality, there is no such thing as psychic ability or paranormal… there are only layers of perception… or projection of concepts.
Many still try to escape through ascension, or willfully “make the choice” to transcend – which is not a transcendence but delusion and disassociation. Which is why I’m also wary of psychedelics, which opens portals to further mind worlds and cajoles you to believe you are finally seeing your soul -but are you? Are you really? But that is a WHOLE other topic. As a “powerful” much respected by me healer once told me, all ceremonies are within. Never outside. All ceremonies are in the heart.
The strongest healers have the lightest touches. Are almost invisible – like God, Nature- you don’t see them coming, you don’t see the work, the experience tends to be boring like watching a tree grow but not witnessing the miracle of it, and you don’t see them leave, but days weeks months years later, the coin drops. Leave no trace, do no harm, butterfly touches are enough to drop a bag of rice on the other side of the world. Light light light as a feather.
No need to push you into anything because you have your own power and divine right. No need to tell you anything because the story you tell yourself is the most powerful anyway. No need to leave my mark as a graffiti on your soul: “I was here.”
Maybe simply help you find your way as you become fully aware of the story your awareness is trapped in, with mercy and compassion.
In the Jewish Kabbalah, the pillars of Mercy and Severity are balanced in the center by Compassionate Wisdom (Beauty, Tiphareth).
One of my absolute favourite stories, that defined for me how I wanted to express the work I’m expressing as an emanation of life, is Buddha and the Sick Monk. I never get tired of it.
Have you heard it?
Buddha was traveling with his monks and one day heard of a monastery which particularly embodied the Buddhist Teachings flawlessly.
He decided he wanted to visit and provide encouragement and support to this monastery and set on his way with a group of his monks.
As he approached the monastery, he saw a sick, dying monk lying on the front steps of the monastery, covered in sores.
He asked the monks of the monastery that came to welcome him in and greet him, and walked over the sick monk to do so, “What is this?” Gesturing to the sick monk on the steps.
“O Great One,” the monks replied, “we are allowing him to suffer as he chose. This experience is his own choosing and his karma, and we are allowing him to do so.”
Buddha became angry and told the monks, “I came because I heard you were followers of the teachings, but you have understood nothing, nothing at all. You have missed the most basic point of compassion. Whoever serves the sick and ill, serves me.”
Buddha and his traveling monks picked up the sick monk, brought him to a room and a clean bed in the monastery and began to wash and soothe the man’s sores and wounds. They cared for him until he died.
Then Buddha taught the monks of the monastery how karma truly works and what karma truly was.
Only the experience of being loved can heal an experience of not-being loved – and that is something completely outside of the mind and all of it’s concepts.
Breathe … allow the breath of God to flow through.
“… I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.”

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