Very often speaking with friends about the concept of Lay Spirituality I found myself having to defend what is the function of the Guru in this path. Usually, as often declared by the two Kishnamurti (Jiddu and U.G.), certainly exponents of an anti-religious vein, it is understood that the spiritual search must be addressed solely to self-knowledge, meaning that what is outside of us is certainly also within us, so there is no need to seek outside what we already have inside.
To know yourself - as Ramana Maharshi himself said - there is no need for any instruction or action, "the Guru can only point the way but he cannot give you what you already are". But it must be said that due to the inveterate tendencies to turn outwards we are unable to sink and rejoin the Self. Therefore we feel the need for help, at least an example, a gesture of sympathy and love that encourages us towards the goal.
My experience in this sense, lived with a realized teacher, may perhaps be significant for the shrewd reader. My Guru / Disciple relationship represented a very "animal" relationship. Little or nothing appeared on the level of "formal" teaching. I felt stimulated to approach him with a silent approach, aimed at observation, mimicry, the actions performed, the lightness, the warmth shown. In fact it was just a game of "hide and seek" in which I spied every gesture and movement from around the corner. In some moments, the most intimate ones, it seemed to me that knowledge was being transmitted to me through these playful forces.
By analogy, I am reminded of the image of a mother cat playing with her cat. Through the game, the licking, the paw, the rolling, the growl, the meow, the mother cat transmits self-knowledge ... And the kitten discovers its feline nature, instinctively, in that loving game. The same happened for the inner awakening that spontaneously manifested itself in contact with my Guru Muktananda.
Everything happened without thinking about it, as an effect of being in the same place and at the same time, experiencing common situations. The knowledge transmitted in this way is imbued with various emotions, sometimes rebellion, sometimes affection, gestures, looks, smells, light touches, even irony and a sense of ridicule .. In the end the result of that fantastic relationship, I could define it as love, is knowledge by subtle "induction" (or intuition?), by awakening the ancestral memory .. The Guru did nothing but represent what I am too .. It is like looking in the mirror, once you have recognized your own image need nothing else to add, since the "image" of the spirit is permanent, it is not changeable like that of an aging face, the spirit is eternally young.
This is my feeling. In fact, lay spirituality is a path that goes beyond any concept of religion and behavior, it is outside moral and even immoral addresses.
This could give rise to doubts and even misunderstandings. In fact, as it has been described and judged, especially in the religions of a Judeo / Christian matrix, amorality and immorality are often equated with the lack of spiritual conscience. But this thought is due to the fact that a norm of behavior has been superimposed, based on religious ethics and morals, on the natural state of man and on his genuine spiritual expression.
Lay spirituality cannot be an "attitude" or the result of conforming to the norms written by someone, secular spirituality is simply being consciously what one is, without shame and without models of any kind. Therefore the ability of the Guru to "teach" through daily life, in secular spiritual terms, lies in the intrinsic ability to "transmit" the "truth" in everything that we manifest or that manifests itself to us.
The Guru is not a person, therefore, or at least not just a person since he can appear in any form, but the enlightening intelligence that frees us from mental superstructures and religious or moral fictions.
And following the inner urge, instead of depositing my slippers outside, I took them in my hand and devotedly approached the Nityananda altar, where the priest on duty received the ritual offerings, and I offered him my old shoes. Obviously the priest was stunned but perhaps he understood that something was happening in me and finally accepted that I deposited my dirty and rickety espadrilles there in the sancta sanctorum. After having bowed and paused for some time in meditation I resumed the way back, barefoot…. And still solemn trials awaited me ... those who know the heat of India will know that the asphalt in summer becomes soft from the heat, my feet were scorched but the inner voice told me that I had to stay in the middle way, so I could not move to the side of the road but walk to the center.
The difficult moment was when a bus loaded with pilgrims arrived and seeing me in the middle of the road (just enough to contain the bus itself as it was narrow) began to trumpet loudly to warn me and make me move ... Not at all, the discriminating voice that was putting me proof was stronger than any reasoning, I remained stubbornly in the middle of the road ... the driver stopped a few meters from me and invited me in every way, surrounded by some passengers, to get out of the way, but I didn't move an inch remaining in absolute silence ... At the end the driver got back on the bus and with great difficulty he managed, spreading himself sideways, to dodge me and proceed along the path.
Oh what a pleasure that land ... I didn't feel offended at all ... finally my middle way had found a pleasure, I was with my feet on the ground and not on the fiery asphalt ... .. While the enraged pilgrims abandoned me to my destiny as a madman of the spirit, I found myself delighted to understand that the middle way means accepting both glory and infamy, both success and failure, both recognition and offense. Slowly, with a calm mind, I returned to the Muktananda ashram, strangely relieved and happy, my feet refreshed by the mud and my mind cleared. Waiting for me was an Ashramite companion who for the first time since I was there smiled at me fraternally and offered me a warm herbal tea, how good it was!
And now the spirit of the law, according to Baal Shem.
One day a Jew who was traveling on a Friday, had an accident in his chariot, the wheels came off, he had to hurry to repair the damage but despite all his efforts he was unable to get to the Saturday service in time. His rabbi Mickal inflicted severe punishment on him, forcing him to a long and severe penance. The man did not know what to do, in addition to his work to support the family now he had to shoulder this imposition of the rabbi and was desperate, when he heard that the famous holy Baal Shem Tov was traveling nearby and immediately went to him invoking his mercy for sin committed.
Baal Shem was very sweet and told him “Bring an ounce of candles to the house of prayer” and this was the only penance he inflicted on him. The man feared that the saint had not understood the extent of his lack and repeated it to him but Baal Shem confirmed what he said by adding: "Please tell Rabbi Mickal if he would like to come and see me in Chvostov where he will officiate the next Sabbath". And so it was done.
The following week, Rabbi Mickal was traveling towards Chvostov to reach the master, but his chariot broke irremediably at the axle, he continued the way on foot and despite running even running he was unable to reach the ceremony in time. His heart was in pieces. When he arrived in front of the saint the ceremony had begun and Baal Shem was holding the chalice of the ritual offering in his hand, the master smiled at him and said: "Welcome Rabbi Mickal, my pure friend, until today you have not been able to taste the pain of sin. , your heart had never trembled with despair .. hasn't it? Perhaps from now on you will understand better the meaning and extent of the penances imposed ...! "
The love story of the nun Ryonen.
The story of Ryonen and his total adamantine adherence to the truth continues, as well as the moral / non-moral Baal Shem continues and my adventure continues in its crudeness, but who cares about the implications of all this?
Lay spirituality is a flower that never fades!
Paolo D’Arpini - spiritolaico@gmail.com