Once again I am on an airplane with time to write, this time coming home from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania where I taught the 2nd ten-day segment of an advanced teacher training there. It’s been a great trip. Having gotten to know the students during the first segment last August, I felt more prepared to teach them things that were more tailored to them. It ended with two days of watching them teach very well-attended workshops where we all gave each teacher lots of post-class feedback. I am looking forward to seeing them all again in April. Bethlehem, once home to one of the world’s largest steel manufacturing companies, is still a beautiful and thriving city. It looks like a postcard for America, especially quaint with the thick blanket of snow that was on the ground the whole time I was there.
It is oddly coincidental that one of the things I did there, which was to give a new four-hour lecture that dealt, in large part, with the stories of the New Testament, happened in a place called Bethlehem. I prepared for the talks for weeks. From my perspective it went well and I want to continue to improve it and present it at other venues.
In the basic teacher trainings that I lead, the text that we study is The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. If you are reading this blog, you probably know that they are a collection of brilliantly sequenced, highly interpretable terse statements about the science of the mind that is Patanjali’s take on yoga. It’s almost like a recipe book- there is not much personality in the recipe for happiness that it lays out. The user makes it an actual thing by doing it. As a recipe for cake could never convey what it is like to eat a piece of it, and a map can’t truly represent the territory, so the sutras describe various processes for experiencing what lies beyond thoughts. You can read about it but to know it firsthand, you have to do it. You have to make the cake and eat it.
In the advanced teacher trainings that I lead, we’re going to study the Bhagavad Gita. Considered the bible of Hinduism, it is the most popular book in India. Inserted at some point into The Mahabharata, the great Hindu epic and world’s longest poem that contains many of the important myths of ancient India, it is unlike the Sutras in one striking way. Although, similarly to the Sutras, it describes many of the paths of yoga, it does so in the form of a story. This story has characters. One of them is a manifestation of the Hindu deity, Krishna. To use the book as a learning tool for yoga, and it is has been a very valuable one for me and many others from Einstein to Gandhi, one must have some grasp of the Indian worldview in which Krishna and the other symbols of the story reside.
Borne into yoga after rejecting the rituals and belief system of my Catholic upbringing, a story with characters resembling anything like a god felt like shaky ground to me at first. From childhood until I left the church, I didn’t do well with unbelievable stories meant to teach about real life. It seemed silly.
Before finding The Bhagavad Gita I spent a little time getting to know what some of the other Hindu deities were about. For years I’ve had a deep appreciation for the stories about Ganesh, the little boy with an elephant head. First off he’s very cute. His belly, his appreciation for sweets and his mischief are pretty hard to resist. Like most of the deities revered in the huge population of India, he means different things in different places. But what I heard about him and what resonated with me is that he represents obstacles- our power to create them and dissolve them and, most importantly, the concept that when we encounter an obstacle, we can transform it into a direct experience of the mystery of creation.
The way the great American yoga teacher, Richard Freeman, tells it, when we encounter what we identify as an obstacle in life, we are, by calling it a problem, putting an ideal on the other side of the obstacle. Nd when we are doing that, we are not residing in the present moment. Instead, we are trying to live (impossibly) in our future or past. If, when we find ourselves wanting to be over whatever barrier is at hand, we instead let the thing pull our focus into the present, we can see the barrier as an invitation to the present. We experience the divine mystery of life, according to yoga, simply by being present in whatever is. When you keep repeating the experience of re-purposing obstacles you get very good at it.
So, I came to appreciate Ganesha. What makes Ganesh’s story so different from the stories of the Christ bible is that I didn’t feel like anybody was expecting me to really think that this elephant was hiding behind the curtains, choosing obstacles for me. I understood from the beginning that Ganesh simply represented part of me- the part that deals with barriers and impossible ideals.
Another of the stories that changed my life is one about Hanuman, the monkey. I resisted learning anything about him for years because he looked too much like the Wizard of Oz flying monkeys that scared me as a kid and still do. He really does look like them. Instead of seeking out his meaning, I was educated about him accidentally.
My friend, the great Iyengar yoga teacher, Chris Stein, was heading to India and I asked her to get me a medal of Ganesh to wear around my neck. I missed wearing a St. Christopher medal like I had when I was a little boy and through my time in the Navy. Even after leaving Catholicism, I loved my St, Christopher medals because they reminded me of my mother and grandfather. She gave me all of the ones I ever had and he wore one until he died. But I wanted Ganesh, I had moved on. Chris said she’d be happy to oblige and that she knew just where to get it.
A month or so later she got back and I went to see her at one of her amazing restorative classes. After one of her incredibly heartwarmingly huge hugs, she told me she had my medal, But she said it was a Hanuman medal! She thought I had asked for scary Hanuman, not cute Ganesh! I acted delighted and thanked her with a new kitchen knife- she is well-known as a cook and cooks for Mr. Iyengar when he is in Los Angeles. In addition to the medal, she also gave me a big book about Hanuman and what he means. She told me that the Iyengar family is devoted to Hanuman and that she took a boat out to a little island where a 100-year old blind man had made the medal according to her specs. How could I not love it? And if the story of its making wasn’t enough, it is also very beautiful. On it Hanuman stands as a warrior in uniform. He looks fearless
I got home and looked through the book. Hanuman means a lot of things but what spoke to me the loudest was the story that he flew over the ocean to get medicine for a sick family member. Without telling the whole story, I’ll say that its moral is that through true devotion to something greater than our own worldly desires, we can overcome the limitations of an ego-driven life. When we see the divine in others as worthy of devotion, we recognize it in ourselves, too, and we cease to be limited.
I haven’t taken the medal off since she gave it to me several years ago. It is my favorite possession. It reminds me of Chris and of my students and my teachers. It reminds me that we are all from a source that can’t be named or described and that we will all be okay because we are all god. Somehow Chris knew that I needed to be reminded of that. Since I first met Chris, I have felt such love for her and from her and now I keep her, in the form of my reminder of life’s most important lesson, resting on my heart all the time.
So, what does this all have to do with Bethlehem? When I started to find real meaning in these foreign symbols, it made me begin to look at Jesus differently. As I began to study the Bhagavad Gita, I saw undeniable parallels between Krishna and Christ. Krishna is the god who restores order when things get off kilter. He is all about love. His character is one of a loving and infinitely attractive man. He is often symbolized with blue skin to represent that his beauty is beyond anything else that we’re used to. This is important, because he represents attraction itself. In the Gita he says, “I am desire itself when that desire is for the spiritual life”.
Put another way: in all of us there is a caretaker. When I was trying to get off drugs, the thing that finally worked after years of failing was to stop hating the drug user in me and to start to treat him like a lost little kid. I remembered that there was once an innocent person where that lying and thieving addict now lived. The part of me that took care of him, that got him a job in California and packed his bags, that got him onto a yoga mat every day and ushered him into a happy life, was that caretaker. That is what Krishna represents. He is the part of the self that draws it to the Self. Krishna is love. So is Jesus.
Knowing about the thing that Krishna represents and having experiencing it firsthand, it was easy to remember and re-define for myself the things that Jesus said. Particularly important to me were his words, “Whoever believes in me will never die.” That is what yoga is about. But it’s not about believing in Jesus, it’s about believing in your real self, which is divine- no less divine than that famous virgin-born martyr himself.
In preparing for my talk in Bethlehem, I took a new look at the stories whose meanings had eluded me since childhood. I remember as soon as I started going to Sunday school that I had real problems with what was being taught. What did I have to do with the crucifixion and why was I constantly being told that it was my fault? Good lord, I didn’t do anything! And I had no idea why I should be so happy that Jesus was born. Looking back, I can honestly say that nobody tried to explain the meaning of the stories. My family and teachers didn’t seem to know. But they believed because they were scared not to … even though believing didn’t seem to make any of them happy.
I’ve long appreciated Joseph Campbell’s teaching. He died years ago but he still sells a ton of books because he masterfully and accessibly drew parallels in the world’s religions and makes it all make sense. What he says about metaphor and religion really changed my life. He says that most of the world is divided into two halves when it comes to religion. There are those that read the stories as historical fact and they call themselves believers. That’s where I grew up. Then the other half says that science has proven that the stories can’t have been true and they call themselves atheists or non-believers. That’s where I was as an adult. I never stopped believing in the divine, but I fully discarded religion as something for stupid people.
The Scopes Monkey trial in the 1920’s, where science was pitted against religion, is a great example of the divide that misunderstanding metaphor created. (Science lost, by the way. The Butler Act that outlawed teaching evolution and/or denying the creation story of Genesis in public schools wasn’t taken off the books until 1967!) Metaphor, Campbell says, is powerful when it is treated as neither history accurate nor scientifically impossible. Instead, it is meant to evoke a sense of awe in us, to teach us about ourselves and to help us make choices about life. His explanations of things has almost made me feel like I could sit in a Catholic church again, if necessary, without sweating.
When we view the stories as metaphors they take on a very practical meaning. Stories exist because they convey in us a feeling. We can relate to the situations we read about and feel things that can’t be otherwise described or conveyed. The sheer terror of a soldier surveying a battle with friends on both sides, as in the Bhagavad Gita, becomes a palpable reminder of the fear that comes when we inevitably face our human choices about how to live and with what to identify. And, finally for me, after decades of alienation from Christianity, I get that Jesus’s crucifixion isn’t necessarily about historical accuracy- it is about our ability to choose to deny the house of cards that is the human ego, created out of necessity when we forget that we are god. Jesus chose to get nailed to a cross to show the disposability of the human body and with his eyes lifted up to his father, he was in fact looking inward at his soul, my soul, every body’s soul. When we’re told he did it for us, it’s not to make us feel like asses- it’s meant to teach us that we can do it, too.
Likewise, the virgin Mary isn’t about how dirty sex is. Great news! It is about being born into a spiritual life as Jesus was. He needed no coupling to take place because he was always there and still is, he just needed a womb to grow in for a few months. But, unfortunately, Mary is remembered in churches as statues that cry real tears and in the Hail Mary prayer as a woman beg to we need to pray for us because we are sinners above all. She has a direct line to a god that doesn’t really want to talk to us because we’re naughty. That’s crap. Sorry, Mom. (My beautiful half-Spanish all-Catholic mother’s name is Maria Concepcion. She is named after the lady herself!)
So this past week I got to talk about all of this to a group that had practicing Catholics, non-believers and a couple of undecideds. And it went very well! Everybody was heard and I think everybody got it. Instead of rejecting anything, this point of view allowed openness. Thank you, Bethlehem, for making me dig around my self enough to get interested in Bethlehem again. I’ll be back!