
Originally Posted by
Stephanie
Perry,
Your questions are fair, and I appreciate them.
I do submit to the teaching; it's not as if I refuse to do anything asked of us. But, as I expect is the case with many, I struggle with it. I fall off or forget, life throws curve balls, and I struggle with a massive set of tasks and responsibilities for which I have no help. To come to my sangha, my safe space, and to have the same crap thrown in my face that the uncaring city I just left threw in my face daily, "Sink or swim, I'm not going to help you," doesn't make me want to run away, but it doesn't exactly elicit my sympathy or obedience. If you're not giving me anything to help me out, why would I be distressed at the threat it will be taken away?
When I first started this practice, I was every bit as enthusiastic and apologetic for my failures to be perfect as Taylor, every bit as willing to submit to anyone in spiritual authority who said things that struck me as wise. But I've lived through some shit over the past few years and it's changed my attitude. I don't feel sorry for who I am, I don't feel guilty or ashamed about my imperfections, I marvel at the fact that I'm not more ornery than I am, and am not ready to apologize to anyone after struggling for years to help myself and others without anyone's help beyond that of a few select members of my immediate family.
The one person who helped me the most spiritually in these last few years is Chet, who continues to be expelled from this sangha because he's got rough edges too, which doesn't exactly heighten my trust in the teachers here who have been less instrumental in my spiritual healing than the person they decided was unteachable. It makes me think that in the end here, I might be deemed unteachable as well, and if not banished (again), ghettoized and marginalized relative to the star students capable of perfect obedience.
I'm not a wide-eyed 19 year old like I once was; life has knocked a lot of that naive idealism out of me and I know my demons a lot better. Sometimes demons dress up as angels, and people who seek to please often are haunted by demons of shame and neglect, of low self-esteem. And many of them come crawling into the halls of spiritual places, all too eager to submit to an authority who makes them feel as deficient as Mommy or Daddy or whoever else did. That was once me... but no longer. I acknowledge my failings, and work with them, but I no longer feel shame for them. It took a long time to heal to the point I don't daily feel sorry about my existence, and no one, no matter how impressive they seem to be, will ever take me back to that place.
If I am to practice alone, I will practice alone, but I will not practice alone under the pretense that someone else is helping me, when they're not. If someone does not wish to teach me, that is fine, I can accept that, but I'm not going to play pretend that someone is teaching me when they are actually refusing to teach me.
Stephanie