Not Separate

Intimate glimpses of life and reality from within a Tibetan Buddhist monastic community

Drepung Loseling Monastery, Mundgod, Karnataka State, South India, rebuilt in exile from Tibet after the Chinese occupation in 1959

I’ll be there in 10 days. It’s monsoon season, and that actually makes for beautiful weather. Tropically warm with the most dramatic thunderstorms I’ve ever experienced. Full-body experiences. Rain thick like a waterfall, streets flooded in minutes. Thunder so loud it vibrates your body, hurts the ears. Lightning that turns a pitch black sky into high noon and makes you squint. Wind that routinely shreds umbrellas into submission. Awesome monsoons.

In America, we would never dream of letting children play on a roof during a lightning storm, especially not one the magnitude of these. In the young monks’ school across from my room, when the thunderstorms rock the heavens, the boys go pouring out in droves onto the roof and jump up as high as they can, trying to catch the lightning. The elder monks stand below and watch, arms folded, shaking their heads in delighted disapproval.

The single most notable missing element in educating young monks is suppression. There is strictness, demand, sternness; tremendous respect required, tons of rules, mountains of work, and discipline that makes military academies here look like kitty cat petting clubs. But there is never, never suppression of their spirits, their minds, sense of daring, perceptions, and maybe most precious of all, their questions.

Young monks are taught from early on to speak up, ask, question, probe, doubt, be skeptical, and challenge any idea presented if they can’t accept it. It’s amazing to see the fearlessness in their eyes as a result. They are awake and engaged, and unafraid to find out what’s true in the world for themselves.

This shot was taken yesterday by one of my friends, Phara Khenchen Tulku, from the window of his room. I walk this road several times a day. On the right is the stand where the Indian women sell us fruits and vegetables. To the left is the morning debate courtyard. Choejor’s house is down the near road to the left, my house is at the end of the road and off to the right.

I can taste the air already as I get ready to travel, feel its wetness in my nostrils. My heart starts reaching around the globe before I depart. And my mind awakes, unafraid again, like one of those young monks. Hungry to dig into the truth of the world and peer behind the curtains of reality. Unsuppressed and totally free. Reaching a bit skyward, hoping to catch the lightning.

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I’ll be there in 10 days. It’s monsoon season, and that actually makes for beautiful weather. Tropically warm with the most dramatic thunderstorms I’ve ever experienced. Full-body experiences. Rain thick like a waterfall, streets flooded in minutes. Thunder so loud it vibrates your body, hurts the ears. Lightning that turns a pitch black sky into high noon and makes you squint. Wind that routinely shreds umbrellas into submission. Awesome monsoons.
In America, we would never dream of letting children play on a roof during a lightning storm, especially not one the magnitude of these. In the young monks’ school across from my room, when the thunderstorms rock the heavens, the boys go pouring out in droves onto the roof and jump up as high as they can, trying to catch the lightning. The elder monks stand below and watch, arms folded, shaking their heads in delighted disapproval. 
The single most notable missing element in educating young monks is suppression. There is strictness, demand, sternness; tremendous respect required, tons of rules, mountains of work, and discipline that makes military academies here look like kitty cat petting clubs. But there is never, never suppression of their spirits, their minds, sense of daring, perceptions, and maybe most precious of all, their questions. 
Young monks are taught from early on to speak up, ask, question, probe, doubt, be skeptical, and challenge any idea presented if they can’t accept it. It’s amazing to see the fearlessness in their eyes as a result. They are awake and engaged, and unafraid to find out what’s true in the world for themselves. 
This shot was taken yesterday by one of my friends, Phara Khenchen Tulku, from the window of his room. I walk this road several times a day. On the right is the stand where the Indian women sell us fruits and vegetables. To the left is the morning debate courtyard. Choejor’s house is down the near road to the left, my house is at the end of the road and off to the right.
I can taste the air already as I get ready to travel, feel its wetness in my nostrils. My heart starts reaching around the globe before I depart. And my mind awakes, unafraid again, like one of those young monks. Hungry to dig into the truth of the world and peer behind the curtains of reality. Unsuppressed and totally free. Reaching a bit skyward, hoping to catch the lightning.

The lama who passed away while I was in South India remained in what we call a meditative, post-death state for 15 days, as of last count. This is one of the little known secrets of our tradition. 

Following death of the body, a high lama will often use the passage to elevate their consciousness toward higher realms of enlightenment. The death process is an opening for accelerated work toward buddhahood on behalf of all living beings.

At the invitation of His Holiness, neuroscientists have checked the body and brain of the lama and found that his body is, without question, functionally quite dead. No pulse, internal organ activity, or EEG activity in most parts of his brain. 

However, the neuroscientists were surprised (closer to stunned) to find that one part of his brain, often associated with higher states of consciousness, was still firing with small signals, many days after bodily death. This is considered to be impossible by Western medical standards.

This is a picture of a another lama who passed away last night, still seated in a meditative posture and state. This photo was taken after his body died. Look into his face and see what you see.

His body will remain undisturbed until he is ready to move on. The monks around him will safeguard this passage

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The lama who passed away while I was in South India remained in what we call a meditative, post-death state for 15 days, as of last count. This is one of the little known secrets of our tradition. Following death of the body, a high lama will often use the passage to elevate their consciousness toward higher realms of enlightenment. The death process is an opening for accelerated work toward buddhahood on behalf of all living beings.At the invitation of His Holiness, neuroscientists have checked the body and brain of the lama and found that his body is, without question, functionally quite dead. No pulse, internal organ activity, or EEG activity in most parts of his brain. However, the neuroscientists were surprised (closer to stunned) to find that one part of his brain, often associated with higher states of consciousness, was still firing with small signals, many days after bodily death. This is considered to be impossible by Western medical standards.This is a picture of a another lama who passed away last night, still seated in a meditative posture and state. This photo was taken after his body died. Look into his face and see what you see.His body will remain undisturbed until he is ready to move on. The monks around him will safeguard this passage

Exactly 72 hours ago, my flight pulled up to the gate at SFO. Unusually smooth landing this time, in all ways. My two worlds are like dreams to each other, fading by turns as I travel back and forth. Makes my attention more acute. Time with my wife and daughters is so good that it steals my breath. I miss them every single second I’m away. But I never wonder why I go.

I have a friend, Rick, brilliant scientist. Knotted red hair, leathery pale face, develops chemotherapy. One of the best in his field. Six years ago, we both lost a beloved friend, Laurie, to cancer. It changed Rick’s days in the lab. No longer academic, fascinating, important. Suddenly, experiments fucking mattered, and theory needed to yield results. It was personal. Urgent and real.

My daughters’ eyes melt me into a trance. My wife stroking my head leaves me ecstatically immobile. Meanwhile, the night blooming jasmine of India, dotted around the monastery, haunts me. I try to hang on to the fragrances of flower and family. Not possible, but I can’t stop trying.

This idea of Buddhanature, abiding compassion, Christ consciousness - seriously, what difference does it make what you call it - the supreme expression of us. That thing. It’s not academic for me; not intellectual, philosophical, spiritual, or Buddhist. It’s personal. Urgent and real. 

IMHO, from my limited but not altogether uninformed point of view, we are in deep shit. Society is insufficiently compassionate for humanity to make it the distance. Still too red in tooth and claw, at the supermarket, freeway, or baggage claim. Sometimes you gotta rock back in your chair and ask, “WTF?” What happened here, on Earth, with humans? What are we doing and where is this fragile experiment going? I’m not one of those doomsday guys. More than likely, same as you, just trying to calculate where to place my bet for the fullest, longest term dividend. It matters.

This much we can say we know: we need to remarry mind and heart, compassion and influence, wisdom and intellect. How? That, we don’t know. Throw whatever I’ve got into the arena - talent, sweat, voice, insistence. Humilitè, eh? But make it personal. Urgent and real.

That’s why I commute 9,000 miles each way between work and home, wherein, both are both. Same reason you make your trek across town or apartment to your office. Because where we’re at as a planet, as humanity, it’s not an issue off in the distance anymore. Whether we like it or not, as parent, or professional, it’s personal. And it’s urgent, and it’s real.

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༄༅ བློ་སྦྱོང། Ok, they changed the batteries on the Internet in South India, so I have like two hours before it dies again. One to find out what’s happening in the world, and one to hammer out this post. 

The truth about mind training is that it isn’t only about cultivating compassion, but something much greater. It’s about dissolving the boundaries that limit you to the “me” you think you know. 

Compassion is employed as a means, as leverage, to pry you loose from the self-definition to which you subscribe. By actively absorbing the darkness of another, and extending to them your most precious gifts, you are violating a cardinal rule of the self of the last 100,000 years: Protect thyself! Stay separate and build your own brick house that can’t get blown down. In exercises like tonglen, you’re literally blowing it down yourself, from the inside. You’re busting out of the self-made prison that was supposed to keep you safe.

The well-known saw about the magic happening outside your comfort zone has validity, but doesn’t go far enough. You stretch, sweat through the risk, and then you recover, reclining again in the easychair of who you already were. Add one more war story to the collection.

Magic happens, the kind that can last, when you find yourself so far away from the home base of self that held your mommy’s hand, that you are permanently lost. When you can’t find your way back anymore, and are forced to take refuge in a new world. A new self. Mind training is a map that intentionally leads you astray from the self in which you reside. Stay with it long enough, and you can’t locate where you began anymore. Nor will you want to.

How does all this help in worldly affairs? Let me answer by way an obvious question: Better to view situations through only your individual viewpoint and perspective, or by sharing the eyes and hearts of countless others? The height and wisdom of the sky, coupled with the sensitive and honest interior. There isn’t a practical concern you can generate that isn’t benefitted by this type of embrace. Every strategy and maneuver, connection and choice, is vastly smarter with this kind of intelligence.

Mind training is deliberate practice that gives you reliable access to that place. In my three decades as an certified adult (or at least aspiring to that), working with tens of thousands of people, building half a dozen enterprises from scratch, along a road paved with many glorious and hideous relationships, I have never found a single insight or heap of them powerful enough to change a human life. They all wind up disposable, and they should. Like a key that opens a door, they’re pointless after that. 

As close to foolproof as I’ve ever found, is surrendering myself to deliberate practice. I’m not Yo Yo Ma, so it’s not about the cello. It’s about playing the “me”. It’s about the deliberate practice that carries me to the furthest edge of being human, and then steadily beyond. 

I used to take a ton of risks. Insane-ish ones. Lots of rock climbing, extreme sports, high intensity explorations, shamanic journeying that’ll either kill you or blow the lid off your perceptions, start-up entrepreneurship, dating, marriage (kidding; sort of). Always on the edge outwardly and sometimes emotionally. Wore me out with little visible progress. Now, the game is at my inward edges, my nucleus, my core. Daily, hourly, gently and unrelentingly. Breathing in, breathing out. Using compassion to erase the known lines that articulate me.

One of the most beloved and powerful mantras in our tradition is relevant across many contexts. Our mantras are not soothing recitations, but self-reminders, self-mandates, to pursue what we came here for. I recite this one all the time, especially at each successive threshold. 

It’s phoneticized: gatè, gatè, pāragatè, pārasamgatè, bodhi, svāhā. For beauty’s sake, it looks like this: ག༌ཏེ༌ག༌ཏེ༌པཱ༌ར༌ག༌ཏེ༌པཱ༌ར༌སཾ༌ག༌ཏེ༌བོ༌དྷི༌སྭཱ༌ཧཱ། Loosely translated, it says: go beyond, go beyond, go further beyond, go still further, until you reach the state beyond all states. 

Never mind your comfort zone, or your discomfort zone. Go beyond BOTH. Go beyond EVERYTHING that you consider “me.” What exactly are you saving up for anyway? Find a truth, and then pierce it in favor of the next one. Rinse, lather, repeat. Chew through each iteration of self as the next cocoon. 

The ultimate injunction of mind training is to threaten the contained self until one of you has to go. Developing a consciousness that forces an either/or choice: the old self or the utterly unknown one. The principal target is the membrane that separates us. My determination to exchange self with others, to assume your garbage in trade for my treasures, opens the breach through which I can conquer the sickening hallucination that I am here for the Almighty ME.

No, you can’t take a healthy, nourishing, all-naturally sweetened, let’s join hands approach. This separateness is too entrenched and doesn’t yield to niceties. Tonglen internalizes the attack on our resistance to exchange “by placing the two astride the breath.” It uses your own most necessary animating force, your respiration, to destroy its own defenses. 

When you leave the stronghold of sovereign identity, you feel naked, vulnerable, tender. The world enters through your skin. This awakens an unmistakable recognition that this is how we all live, all the time, just hardly ever noticing. 

As you see the shared fragility of everything alive, you can’t help but feel kinship and understanding. Compassion arrives on its own. And you find yourself back where you started. The compassion that began as the sword of a bodhisattva assassin within your own soul, now becomes its triumphal prize. Far away, in a distant, unfamiliar land, breathing in peace, breathing out peace. “As a mother holds her own infant child, so hold the world.” 

Leave the self. Set sail. Don’t look back. There’s nothing there for you anymore. This is the essence, design, and deliverance of mind training. །།

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These are the monks, mostly the young ones, of a local small monastery where one of my dearest friends was raised. I am doing some work to help them with a project to expand the monastery because they presently have ten little monks sleeping in one room. These exuberant little men are the future of Tibetan Buddhism.

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This explains better than I can one of the main parts of my study here at this time. Excerpted from TIBETAN LOGIC by Katherine Manchester Rogers:

“An important feature of Tibetan logic is that it is used to acquire new and valid understanding about oneself and the world. Valid knowledge is considered to be irrefutable, unshakable; it is authentic, true, and certain. Western logic is fundamentally different from Tibetan logic. In the Western system, a sharp distinction is made between empirical knowledge and knowledge acquired through application of the rules of formal logic. Empirical knowledge depends on experience and observation and is considered to be necessarily contingent, indefinite, conjectural; it is not discernable as definitely and irrefutably true. Only in mathematics and formal logic can there be certainty; all other knowledge must remain conjectural. This point of view is reflected clearly in the words of the Western logician Karl Popper,
“In the empirical sciences, which alone can furnish us with information about the world we live in, proofs do not occur, if we mean by “proof” an argument that establishes once and forever the truth of a theory. On the other hand, pure mathematics and logic, which permit of proofs, give us no information about the world, but only develop the means of describing it.”

This points to a fundamental difference between Western and Tibetan logic. In the point of view of some Western logicians, no new knowledge about the world is possible through logic; it is not the purpose of logic to produce new knowledge. The aim of logic is strictly propositional, in that it depends strictly on the form of propositions for its validity. In Western logic, validity attaches to the proper logical form of an argument. A Western logician, Stephen Barker, explains, In logic, we are mainly interested in considering arguments whose validity depends on their logical forms. … When the premises of an argument are linked to the conclusion in the right sort of way, the argument is called valid.

In the Ge-luk-pa system of education, the purpose of logic is to generate new knowledge, not about propositions, but about phenomena; that is, about oneself and the world. Logic is used to develop a path of reasoning, in order to acquire valid knowledge. Tibetan logic is transformational, in that it is intended to bring new and valid knowledge that changes one’s relationship with the world and brings one closer to the truth and to enlightenment—closer to the truth, in that one’s understanding of the world is more accurate and one’s relationships with people are based on true understanding of the nature of reality rather than on illusion and ignorance.”

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For the past one thousand years, Tibetan Buddhist masters have perfected, and are continuing to perfect, the science of self-repatterning. From the tiniest details to the most expansive possibilities, they have developed precise methods for producing the changes people long for all of their lives.

Tibet has been fabled as Shangri La, a magical kingdom, a place of bliss on the rooftop of the world. This is the reason why. They made it into a heaven on earth. By way of design, and self-creation. 

Causes are small, subtle, quiet, often unnoticeable. Boring compared to effects. Effects are big, obvious, get your attention, easy to track. Cultivating a taste for the subtle, causal end of the spectrum is one the major secrets to getting what you want from this life. The really good stuff, that is. 

This much I have found through my studies and explorations here at Loseling. Train your mind to turn the other way around, toward the causes and conditions that give rise to things. Learn to withdraw your attention from the splashy, loud, exciting, eye-catching results that come afterward. You’re investing yourself in the wrong end of the equation. 

We’re effect junkies. Wean yourself from that addiction and there isn’t much you can’t have. Becoming an aficionado of the subtle, causal, deliberate isn’t dry. It’s the source of all the juice. But you only find out by doing the experiment.

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The Path to Enlightenment, by H.H. Dalai Lama

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What is progress? How do we recognize it? The teachings are like a mirror before which we should hold our activities of body, speech, and mind. Think back to a year ago and compare the stream of activities of your body, speech, and mind at that time with their present condition. If we practice well, then the traces of some improvement should be reflected in the mirror of Dharma.

The problem with having expectations is that we usually do not expect the right things. Not knowing what spiritual progress is, we search for signs of it in the wrong areas of our being. What can we hope for but frustration? It would be far better to examine any practice with full reasoning before adopting it, and then to practice it steadily and consistently while observing the inner changes one undergoes, rather than expecting this or that fantasy to become real.

The mind is an evolving organism, not a machine that goes on and off with the flip of a switch. The forces that bind and limit the mind, hurling it into unsatisfactory states of being, are impermanent and transient agents. When we persistently apply the practices to them, they have no option but to fade away and disappear.

Ignorance and the “I”-grasping syndrome have been with us since beginningless time, and the instincts of attachments, aversion, anger, jealousy and so forth are very deeply rooted in our mindstreams. Eliminating them is not as simple as turning on a light to chase away the darkness of a room. When we practice steadily, the forces of darkness are undermined, and the spiritual qualities that counteract them and illuminate the mind are strengthened and made firm.

Impromptu meeting between young monks at night, debating points of texts and examining the teachings in detail. From the very start of education in the monastery, students are taught to question everything they hear and discover the truth, falsity, or flaws in what is presented for themselves. There is no challenge discouraged. 

The final authority on all matters must be oneself and all education is directed toward that end. The aim is buddhahood, and that objective cannot possibly be reached by accepting the thoughts or words of another over your own. Certainly those ahead on the path can act as guides, but until one owns the knowledge for oneself, directly and without an intermediary, the saying is that “your learning is trapped in a book.”

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Impromptu meeting between young monks at night, debating points of texts and examining the teachings in detail. From the very start of education in the monastery, students are taught to question everything they hear and discover the truth, falsity, or flaws in what is presented for themselves. There is no challenge discouraged. The final authority on all matters must be oneself and all education is directed toward that end. The aim is buddhahood, and that objective cannot possibly be reached by accepting the thoughts or words of another over your own. Certainly those ahead on the path can act as guides, but until one owns the knowledge for oneself, directly and without an intermediary, the saying is that “your learning is trapped in a book.”

Funny, poignant, revealing breakfast with Choejor this morning. He loves Nutella, the chocolate spread, that delights the taste buds and is far less kind to the body. After the enjoyment part, almost everything in the product is a chemically synthesized disaster for your health.

He’s reading the label on a jar I brought him from the States: “An example of a tasty balanced breakfast.” Shows toast drenched with the product, and a few ancillary items to dress it up as nutritious. I laugh, mumble that there’s nothing balanced about this candy in a jar. He looks up slightly startled, and asks, “Liar? This label no is truth? Is no balanced?” 

Choejor is one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. He’s about to achieve the highest degree in monastic education akin to multiple PhDs all at once, well read across a variety of additional fields, especially science, speaks six languages, stays politically informed and aware of global issues. He’s brilliant, compassionate, highly respected in the monastic community. And he’s never been to America. 

I explain that, in the US, many labels, many communications in fact, are lies. Now he’s really perplexed. “How people know truth if labels say lies? Who tells these lies?” His questions are painfully reasonable. I compound it by describing that so much lying takes place in America, it’s our ‘normal.’ He’s gone. Lost in reflection about a place where lies are standard currency, wondering how a person finds their way across such a landscape. A place where the signs give false directions.

Breakfast is quiet for awhile. I felt sad for a culture that’s lost its way. So did my friend. We swim through social/commercial sewage every day (the two are intermingled so much of the time now), and never question the foul murkiness of our waters. Choejor’s questions aren’t naive or a result of being uninformed. Our tolerance for the deceptions that shape our society is. Naive is accepting an environment congested with lies that chokes the mind. Uninformed is not knowing that there is another way, having not been to that place yet. 

Strengthening our own minds, building our personal networks based on shared values and ethics, cultivating a dauntless heart that empowers the intelligence - these are the vehicles that I believe can start our journey to that place. 

Breakfast is done. Nutella on handmade bread with milk tea. Unbalanced, for sure. Happy mouths. Happier hearts and minds. Choejor’s first trip to Ari la (America) is later this year when we travel back together in the Fall. The building of the bridge between the nutty land of Nutella and the world of the Conquerors of illusions is underway.

(May 25 postscript: Nutella recently was the subject of a class-action lawsuit against the maker and lost, paying out $1million for deceptive labeling and advertising.)

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‎[This is the cluster of posts on the main practice of Mind Training called Tonglen. They’ll be demarcated with the Tibetan script you see below. Each entry will run about two pages in length if it were printed. That’ll make the size of each bearable. A handful of posts will be needed to cover the essential ground. I’ll try to post one, or at most two, per day so you can get into the flow of the practice without interruption. -et]

༄༅ བློ་སྦྱོང། གཏོང་ལེན། You won’t find talk of ‘emotional intelligence’ in Tibetan Buddhism. The head and the heart never got divorced. Intelligence without compassion is reduced to ‘sharp faculties, cleverness’; valueless thoughts lacking depth. Compassion without intelligence is dismissed as ‘sentimentality’; purposeless emotions lacking strength. Neither a heartless mind nor a mindless heart is considered adequate to accomplish anything worthwhile. A mind rich with compassion is powerful enough to penetrate the nature of reality and directly perceive the highest truths of mind, life and self. In the timeless curriculum of Mind Training, this is why compassion reigns supreme as the master key to the mightiest secrets. Tonglen is what fashions the key and makes it usable. 

By contrast, I remember a few years ago when a pill was announced that produced symptoms akin to severe Autism (I have no idea why someone developed this). The swarm of Western academics and intellectuals who wanted to get truckloads of these pills was scary. To be able to cognize like an android, turn off the ‘emotion chip’, as they nauseatingly fantasized, just gave them the goosebumples all over. We’ve been raised to believe that emotions interfere with intelligence, fog it up, make it hard to discern the ‘truth’. Makes you wonder what truths we’re pursuing when we think denaturing ourselves is an advantage. 

But given the volume of our inner confusion in the West, we are indeed less smart when we’re emotional. Emotions born of self-grasping pollute the mind. Therefore, the self-induced Autism approach follows a certain twisted reasoning. Likewise, given the inhumanity, immorality, and ugliness we’ve seen from sharp, clever minds untouched by wisdom and care, it’s no wonder so many have turned anti-intellectual. 

Intelligence merged with compassion is the high road out of the dilemma. It also happens to have wondrous effects on your neurochemistry that actually yield a brain which functions better, learns faster, retains more, and generates creativity with greater fluidity. Intelligence powered by compassion is always motivated, fired up. As long as living beings remain, there is ignition to engage the best of your mind. There is no downside to genuine compassion.

Tonglen གཏོང་ལེན་, translated as “give-take” or “giving happiness”, is the cornerstone of Mind Training. It is the active, physical practice that converts the intent to be compassionate into an embodied, intimate reality. It is a form of “deliberate practice”, (gorgeous concept I’ll explain a bit later), whereby you consciously upgrade your own mind. Then, you turn that newly upgraded mind back onto upgrading itself. It’s the Moore’s Law of human intelligence advancement. You keep making your mind better, then that improved mind is the new instrument you are using to make your mind better still, in a continuous upward spiral. 

Continuous, repetitive use of the method recruits the specific inner muscles you need in order to dispel your own miseries, issues, and afflictions. It is one of life’s most artful ironies that the only reliable pathway to our own happiness is through seeking the joy and well-being of others. Tonglen gives you a means with traction to discover this elusive truth for yourself. 

Here’s what you do. Your focus is taking from others their suffering in exchange for giving them your happiness. You literally strive to inhale their struggle, pain, misery, sickness, affliction, loss, fear, anguish, and suffering. Then exhale to them your joy, virtue, gain, pleasure, happiness, ease, health, and all the good you can muster. You accompany this breathing in and breathing out with graphic visualization and silent talking to yourself. (More detailed instructions in Part 2, going up shortly after this post.)

Now, this tends to make Westerners nervous, which I can understand. When I first encountered tonglen more than 20 years ago, I wasn’t so sure this stuff was good for a person, let alone some higher path. For one thing, why would I take on the suffering of others when I was trying so hard to offload an over-abundance of my own? It was all very well and good to place my attention on others and wish them well, but this sounded like climbing right into bed with a psycho-pathogenic orgy. Ever intrepid, and suspecting that a thousand years of wisdom which produced buddhas knew a few things I did not, I ventured in. Slowly at first, on and off (which is a mistake), then finally, consistently and without hesitation. Every day, breathing in their misery, breathing out all the joy I could. 

Now, not only is it an inextricable part of my life, practiced as frequently possible throughout every day, but my wife and I are already teaching it to our four-year old. My wife practices it while she’s running around through traffic, dealing with her husband being on the other side of the planet, and hurdling demanding kids and dogs all day long. This is the most portable, profound, and effective practice you’ll ever encounter. I assure you, it’s safe and sane. And you’ll wind up supra-sane with its incorporation into your life.

That’s the key: Don’t just play with it once in awhile like some exercise equipment you bought and now use as a clothes rack. Make it part of your normal living. Weave it into every interaction and encounter. The bigger the obstacle or worse the headache, the greater the crisis or emotional meltdown, the better the practice opportunity. When monks are facing extreme difficulties, such as serious illness or great pain, they are reminded to practice tonglen, which has as a side effect relieving their own suffering. 

Like me, unlike Bill, you probably “did inhale.” So in the same spirit, take a long hit off the sorrows of the world, inhale smoothly and deeply, and breathe out every good you can offer back as soothing, loving nectar in return. You probably won’t attain Nirvana in your first sessions. But give it time and watch what happens. On to Part 2 and more detailed instructions. །།

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༄༅ བློ་སྦྱོང། གཏོང་ལེན་། Part 2 More detailed instructions. One of the most important things to remember is to do the practice as well as you can and avoid comparisons to however else you think it should be done. This doesn’t mean rewrite the instructions to suit your taste. It means find purchase in the process wherever it sticks best for you.

For instance, the most advanced instructions (for monks) have to do with recognizing all sentient beings as your precious mother, who is trapped in endless cycles of death and rebirth, wandering lost through the six realms of existence; sheering off layers of your own body, feeding them to all things wild in the living world and beyond to palliate the suffering of even hellish creatures, becoming nothing more than a wish-fulfilling tree with no agenda of your own, releasing your every gain, virtue and joy to any being in any condition who wants it, seeing your mother-beings attain buddhahood, and in turn release others. Etc. Get the picture? Might be a tad much for your early visualizations. Way too Murakami at this stage. (Japanese author with an unbridled imagination.)

So instead, start by thinking of anyone you love dearly, could be your mom, your child, friend, lover, anyone who brings out your care and tenderness; your genuine wish for their happiness and relief from any suffering, great or small. Start by focusing on that person, or if you can, more than one such person. Think about the unhappiness, fear, anger, loss, struggle, loneliness, sadness, bitterness, pain, numbness, lostness, or whatever negative, unfortunate states they experience. Zero in on that as the object of their suffering and intend with all your worth to take it away from them, replacing it with all the joy, happiness, pleasure, gain, wealth, comfort, love, positivity and fortune you can pour into them. Start wherever you can and do this exercise at the edge of your reach but not beyond it. That’s what’s most important. Ultimately, you’ll strive to include all living beings. But if you need to start with your dog, and I am not kidding, then start there. 

The initial visualization is this. As you breathe in the suffering of the other or others, you imagine as vividly as possible that what you are breathing in has the quality of nasty, tarry, thick, stench-filled, black smoke, brackish water, or foul-smelling fog, gunk-coated air or clouds. This is where the rubber meets the road. You generate graphic visuals, lean into them, and willfully bring them into your body and mind. Then, you breathe out the opposite. Pure streams of white crystalline, healing vapors, nectars, rivers of soothing waters, brilliant lights radiating unbounded joy and bliss. You vividly picture all of this goodness directly entering into their bodies, permeating them to their core, and bringing them calm and happiness. Displacing all their misery with all your happiness. Initially, it helps to close your eyes, but you can learn to do it with your eyes open over time. This is not fluffy, new age, cuddly goodness. You really try to inhale the sewage of their misery and exhale purity from yourself to replace it. 

The text reads: “Train alternately in the two - giving and taking / Place the two astride the breath.” In doing this practice, you are entraining yourself down to the level of your autonomic nervous system (i.e., regulates pulse, breathing, digestive function, that sort of thing), so this becomes part of you, not a nice idea separate from your immediate self. Occasionally someone gets freaked out with, “Won’t this cause cancer or bring me misfortune?” No. It won’t. Not only will it do you no harm, it will attack that which does. It’s unleashes a powerful antibody to stop the infection of self-attachment that already courses through you and me. The self-protection that a person could feel coming to the surface as they practice is part of the point. As that arises, remaining steadfast in your dedication to relieving the suffering of others rewrites the basic code of survivalism and lack of compassion in ourselves. The more you do this, the more you reorient your brain/mind complex toward a healthier stance. 

The exertion you’ll feel at times, what you have to push against, helps locate that inner place I keep talking about, so you can eventually access it at will. Like finding that sense of balance on the bicycle when you’re learning to ride, or that awareness containing the whole vehicle and directing it when you’re learning to drive a car. Once you isolate and identify that inner muscle, you can strengthen it by constantly repeating this practice.

I do this all day long, especially when I don’t feel like it. I do it in every situation imaginable, various encounters, meetings, before, during, and after events, when sitting idly, when I need a mood shift; the best time to do this is anytime, anywhere. When I am feeling exceptionally good or have accomplished something wonderful, I do tonglen to give away my gains and happiness as fast as possible. When I am hurting or feeling small or stupid, I do tonglen to take away from others that horrible feeling and replace it with the good thing that’s missing. In other words, every occasion, good or bad, happy or unhappy, becomes an opportunity to do this. Happy, give it away. Unhappy, bear it for others.

Then, add silently talking to yourself as you do this practice. This adds a great deal of effectiveness to the method. I actually say things inwardly, silently to myself, that encourage the process. “Let me bear this small portion of misery for others so they can be relieved….Let others have this happiness I’m feeling right now, I don’t need it and they do…” Cook up your own scripting as you go, and the words you choose matter less than making sure you are saying something internally. Tibetan Buddhism is a tradition of body, speech and mind. By adding the speech component, you have now engaged all three. When the three work in unity, there is a distinct increase in the power of anything you do. 

Do this every day. Better to do three minutes every day than an hour one day and skip a week. Best yet is to do it as often as you can think of it. Try it on when you suspect it’s not the mood that’ll help, or when it’s uncomfortable to change to a more compassionate stance, and see what happens. I use this especially when I’m dealing with the most difficult people, the road-rager, the loudmouth in line, the jerk in a business arrangement, the narcissist without a trace of ethics. Compassion isn’t about abandoning sensibility and becoming a doormat. It’s about staying attuned to our common humanity. Remembering that the road-rager, loudmouth, jerk, and narcissist all hunger for the same things as you and me. The proof is how many times I’ve been that other, less-than-desirable person in someone else’s eyes. The wisdom that recognizes my own folly in others, and theirs in me, is compassion.

In Part 3, I’ll go into the nature and principles of deliberate practice, how it ties into mind training and is of remarkable benefit on its own as well. །།

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Monday morning (your time zone), I will post the first installment on the central practice of Mind Training. I apologize for the delay. The teaching plan for my time here has undergone about five radical revisions since I arrived, with major subsections completely falling apart. Because this is the land of ‘minds like diamonds’, the response is, “If your teacher isn’t available, then go teach yourself.” And the exam is next Saturday. (Imagine that in the States.) 

As my friends here type in messages and FB posts when a joke is made, ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་་་་་ ཧ is the Tibetan letter that sounds like ‘ha’. Laughter not with you, nor at you, but at our collective folly due to self-attachment. The exam may be next Saturday but the tests are every day, hour, moment. 

Meanwhile, a little something for Sunday morning. One of my old monk friends who lives next door to me here, goes up onto the roof every morning at dawn. I’ve spied him several times and wanted a photo of his gorgeous silhouette against the brightening sky. 

The other morning, I glimpsed him heading out onto the roof as I’m on my way out for run. I dash back into my house, grab my camera, and come out to snap one. Now, when he and I visit, I’m convinced his faculties aren’t so sharp anymore; eyesight dulled, hearing muted. As I get my lens trained on him and bring him into focus, my old friend with the supposedly failing faculties stops dead in his tracks, looks right at me from 150 feet away in the semi-darkness, pivots and trots to duck behind the big cement thing you see on the roof to avoid being photographed. It’s his dawn moment and my attention on him is interrupting it. No more pics at dawn of my friend. It’s his sunrise. But this one’s a classic to me.

It makes me reflect on how it must be for the Tibetan monastics, having been happy on the “rooftop of the world” (as Tibet has often been called), not wanting to be disturbed or disturb anyone. Pursuing the path to buddhahood, surfing across death and rebirth to tackle it in successive lifetimes, dwelling in a state of grace by their own making, and cradling all living beings in their hearts as they did. And do.

Forced into exile, their hideous loss is our unfathomable gain for the time being. Scattered about the planet, these majestic people bring a new dawn to the rooftops of the world wherever they are now.

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Monday morning (your time zone), I will post the first installment on the central practice of Mind Training. I apologize for the delay. The teaching plan for my time here has undergone about five radical revisions since I arrived, with major subsections completely falling apart. Because this is the land of ‘minds like diamonds’, the response is, “If your teacher isn’t available, then go teach yourself.” And the exam is next Saturday. (Imagine that in the States.) As my friends here type in messages and FB posts when a joke is made, ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་ཧ་་་་་ ཧ is the Tibetan letter that sounds like ‘ha’. Laughter not with you, nor at you, but at our collective folly due to self-attachment. The exam may be next Saturday but the tests are every day, hour, moment. Meanwhile, a little something for Sunday morning. One of my old monk friends who lives next door to me here, goes up onto the roof every morning at dawn. I’ve spied him several times and wanted a photo of his gorgeous silhouette against the brightening sky. The other morning, I glimpsed him heading out onto the roof as I’m on my way out for run. I dash back into my house, grab my camera, and come out to snap one. Now, when he and I visit, I’m convinced his faculties aren’t so sharp anymore; eyesight dulled, hearing muted. As I get my lens trained on him and bring him into focus, my old friend with the supposedly failing faculties stops dead in his tracks, looks right at me from 150 feet away in the semi-darkness, pivots and trots to duck behind the big cement thing you see on the roof to avoid being photographed. It’s his dawn moment and my attention on him is interrupting it. No more pics at dawn of my friend. It’s his sunrise. But this one’s a classic to me.It makes me reflect on how it must be for the Tibetan monastics, having been happy on the “rooftop of the world” (as Tibet has often been called), not wanting to be disturbed or disturb anyone. Pursuing the path to buddhahood, surfing across death and rebirth to tackle it in successive lifetimes, dwelling in a state of grace by their own making, and cradling all living beings in their hearts as they did. And do.Forced into exile, their hideous loss is our unfathomable gain for the time being. Scattered about the planet, these majestic people bring a new dawn to the rooftops of the world wherever they are now.

In reply to a friend’s comment/question about martyrdom, sacrifice, compassion, pain, avoidance, morality, and just about everything else that matters in being human. plus, asking how the recent self-immolations by Tibetan monks and nuns figures into our philosophy. And, most significantly, how is compassion viewed in our tradition, and from where does it come - one’s own experience of suffering or someplace else. Here was my response:

When His Holiness was visiting America about 11 years ago, I remember him saying that he was stricken by the curious American blend of “narcissism and self-loathing.” He didn’t understand and wanted to explore how we could be divided against ourselves like that. If we loved ourselves, great! If we hated ourselves, then repair it! But our persistence in being at odds within our own selves, this he questioned. He stopped raising the issue because so many people were offended. 

Our Western notions of compassion are crippled by this inward separateness of our hearts and minds, which then informs and shapes our relations outwardly with others. Compassion in the Mahayana tradition of Tibetan Buddhism sees no separation between you and me, and therefore cannot exclude either one of us. This is not a slogan on a tee-shirt or bumper sticker. It’s the bedrock of the culture and our teachings. The everyday truth lived by Tibetan Buddhists.

When a mother hears her child cry in pain, her heart feels it as though the anguish is her own. And just as important, likewise her child’s joy and laughter. If a mother had to make the unthinkable choice of giving up her life in order to save her child, she would act without hesitation; an immediate and natural reflex, not a ponderous decision. (Until they’re teenagers and you’re the world’s biggest dickhead. Then, perhaps for a moment, it’s pondered. Same outcome, a beat slower. No, no. Just kidding.) A mother’s incomparable, unstoppable love for her child, this is compassion in the Mahayana. 

Compassion in our tradition is not born of pain, suffering, sacrifice, or empathy as we would label it all in the West. It’s born of the ineradicable truth that we are not separate one from another. Our practices and teachings are all based on that and directed toward its complete realization. All views of separateness are held as delusions, obstructions and confusions; a serious and dangerous blindness to the truth. 

Morality, instead of being about “right or wrong”, is about the ardent pursuit of good. Not a subjective good, like good for me but maybe not-so-good for you. Nor an objective good, as issued by an outside source or ruling judge. Good is whatever increases happiness and reduces suffering, uplifts living beings, and advances all parties mutually. 

My wife has hands with genetically built-in oven mitts, I swear. She can tolerate hot items at temperatures that make me scream like a 5-year-old girl. So often when there’s a hot item to grab off the stove, she reaches over and gets it with her bare hands rather than waiting for me to suit up in protective gear. It’s not a sacrifice. It’s a natural impulse because she can handle it. 

The monks and nuns in Tibet who have self-immolated have done likewise. No monastic is willing to injure anybody else, to commit violence against another living being. Their situation is such that if the world fails to rally and intervene, violent bloodshed and unimaginable crimes are certain to escalate.

In our tradition, we light butter lamps to honor the great sages and wayshowers. These young monks and nuns have been willing to use their own bodies as lamps to shine light on the situation. Because they can handle it. They willingly do so on behalf of each other. And hard as it might be to understand from our reality in the US, where self-serving individuals surge ahead and altruists are fools, their actions are on behalf of you and me too. 

If you brutally attack somebody who loves and is committed to you, you are expressing the self-hatred that has become a part of our self concept in the West. The self-immolations are instructive, if you’ve understood what I’ve said here so far. They are a mother’s reflex to take away her child’s pain. They are an act born of the indissoluble love that makes us part of one another. This is the taproot of our notion of compassion in the Mahayana: since beginningless time, every living being is not separate from every other, and therefore, from itself. This, as we express it in the Mahayana, means compassion is returning to one’s original, primordial nature, not a departure. It is to reclaim your true heart and mind.

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Choejor and I went for an hour-long walk around the colony tonight. The evenings are spectacular here. Sunsets alter your perceptions. Night blooming jasmine grows wild all over the place. Its intoxicating perfume coats the 80-degree thick air and permeates your senses. You taste it. 

Local camps within the colony compete in a soccer game. Tibetan kids careen around on their bikes, getting scolded for riding too close to adult toes. Old women sweep their porches and walkways, clearing away the day’s traffic and preparing for tomorrow’s visitors. Teenagers flirt and grab side-saddle rides on motorbikes, pretending to need to hold on tight. Monks zoom by too, relishing a moment of motorcycling mania as the wind whips their robes behind them. Little monks race by and tackle each other. Nothing profound for awhile, just rowdy boys with “small years”, in Tibetan. 

As we pass each other on the pathways, with no hitch in cadence or conversation, hands reach across to the opposing lane and fingers glide into contact with another, an affectionate squeeze says, Hello Dear Friend, to those we know. Life here is dotted with a profusion of extraordinary instances, like a work by Georges Seurat, or a breathing mandala. Skies and hearts and bodies merge and not at all by chance this dream is perfect. I do love the nights here.

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