It’s been a while since I last wrote. My mother died recently. It was a quick and painfree death at 96, so it was not unexpected. She died in a state of deep peace and for that I am very grateful. Thank you to so many of you who expressed your condolences.
I have to say it’s a little strange to explain to people who are not doing the kind of inner work we do what an experience like a mother’s death is like when you deal with it with the Skills. It is just very strange to them because they cannot fathom the kind of freedom that comes with the Skills. I am glad I can speak freely to you.
Of course a mother’s death is a very big and important event, and yet there is no grief. (Grief could only come if I believed that anything should be different than it is). There is instead a deep, shared joy. An awe of the way of it all, a profound learning as parts of the psyche become available for review and clearing that have been hidden before.
One thing I see very clearly is the difference between the old way of looking at life and the new way. Let me be straight, my mother was my ‘problem’ parent. She suffered from an angry edge and from some low self-esteem, and as a child I got to experience some of that. So from the point of view of psychology I’d say she caused me some problems in the way she expressed these unpleasant emotions. She ‘gave me’ some of the issues that I have been dealing with in my life. That’s the old way. When we look at it this way, we can then do some psychotherapy, family work etc. and clear these issues – this will make life more comfortable for me but it won’t set me free of the basic delusion of being a separate being, an ego in a bag of skin. I’ll just get to be a more comfortable ego for a while.
Here is the new way of seeing it all: She was exactly the right mother for me. She helped me come face to face with exactly what I had to face. If my world is my projection (and it is), I manifested exactly the right mother for me. That leaves me free to love her unconditionally, because now there is no place for blame. Instead I am finding gratitude that she enabled me to become who I am, to find my unique way to God/myself/the truth. Freed from blaming I can appreciate her for all the love and care she gave me. These wonderful qualities are no longer covered up by what my stress-producing mind focuses on.
Needless to say, the second view is not only more peaceful, it offers to me the possibility of dispelling my old issues (without extensive psycho-analysis), and with them my delusion of being a separate self. It leaves me free to experience the joy of this miraculous world where we all get exactly what serves us, even a mother with the right mix of easy and challenging features.
Here is how I looked at her for the last several years: I saw her as this enlightened being, who came into the form she took in order to serve me. She served me with her love and her criticism, with her kindness and her anger. In her transendent kindness she sacrificed her own comfort and took on the delusory beliefs she acted out in order to hand me the right lessons. What could I feel toward such a pure bodhisattva but extraordinary gratitude?
At first such a shift of perspective may feel somewhat artificial. after looking deeper however you may find that it is exactly true. Are we not all manifestations of the one enlightened Self? Are we not all drops out of the ocean of God? And so was she. What is more important for me, to see her somewhat conflicted psychology, or to see her purity of soul? That is an easy choice.
Shifting your point of view can have great consequences. It can open the door to unconditional love. This is what I feel for my mom.
PS: I’d love to hear from you what you think about this and if you have examples of such sifts in perspective.