Waiting for the Falling Drops

The garden is not soil alone—

It is the heart I’ve always known.

Each thirsty leaf, each fragile flower,

Counts fading hopes hour by hour.

The fiery sun wears sorrow’s face,

A ruthless trial, a burning place.

It steals the green from hope’s embrace,

Yet roots still whisper, “Hold your grace.”

The weeds are fears that creep unseen,

The flies are doubts that drift between.

They feast where tender dreams withdrew,

Until the sky forgets its blue.

I lift my eyes and softly cry,

“Beloved clouds, don’t wander by.

We’ve borne the weight, endured the heat—

Let mercy fall serene and sweet.”

The heavens gather, grey and deep,

As though awoken from their sleep.

One crystal tear falls from above—

The first soft promise born of love.

That single drop becomes a song,

Assuring hearts they still belong.

For hope, though small, holds quiet power

To rise again in every flower.

One side is bound by human law,

Where water’s gift is held in awe.

The other burns in endless flame,

Yet every soul still calls your name.

Come, rain—not only from the sky,

But where forgotten spirits lie.

Wash every wound the world has made;

Revive the dreams that once had fade.

For every garden hides a soul

Still reaching for a life made whole.

And every storm we ache to see

Is love becoming destiny.

So let your silver blessings fall

On every heart, on one and all.

For we are gardens, every one—

Still waiting…

until the rain and light are one.

The Jackfruit’s Tale

​

She stood there in the market square,

round and heavy, free from care.

Unashamed, she met the day

as curious hands passed her way.

Many came to press and see,

to test her weight and mystery.

They squeezed and lifted, paused to find

a fragrance rich, both sweet and kind.

Each touch revealed another part,

as though her worth were theirs to chart.

Her secrets, hidden one by one,

were slowly bared beneath the sun.

Yet still she waited, calm and still,

untouched within by others’ will.

For worth is never truly known

by those who wander, glance, and roam,

but by the one who sees her whole—

beyond her skin, beneath her soul;

who feels her quiet, steady grace

and takes her home to her true place.

And thus concludes the jackfruit’s tale—

a humble fruit, yet one that tells

how value isn’t found in many hands,

but in the heart that understands. 

Lesson 16 CHAPTER V: Karma Sannyasa Yoga: v 11 – 19 Unitive Action and Renunciation (Renouncing the benefits of action through yoga)

 After the last lesson, reading Lord of the Rings the same day, these

two popped up, about hope, and I shared them with Bailey:

After all he [Sam] never had any real hope in the affair from

the beginning; but being a cheerful hobbit he had not needed

hope, as long as despair could be postponed. (Vol 2, 246)

 

It had always been a notion of his [Sam’s] that the kindness of

dear Mr. Frodo was of such a high degree that it must imply a

fair measure of blindness. Of course, he also firmly held the

incompatible belief that Mr. Frodo was the wisest person in the

world. (Vol. 2, 248)

I added a pithy quote about expectations from Nataraja Guru, in

my response to Gopica.

Bindu

These verses spoke to me in a very practical way. Working in a

demanding environment where there are targets, deadlines, system

issues, and many factors beyond my control, I often find myself

becoming attached to outcomes and feeling personally responsible

for everything that happens. The teaching here reminds me that

while I am responsible for my actions, I am not the owner of the

results. My role is to act sincerely, with care and integrity, and then

let go of excessive anxiety about what follows.

I understand more clearly now that it is not action itself that binds

us, but our attachment to it. The same action can either create

bondage or become a path to freedom depending on the attitude

behind it. When actions arise from ego, desire, fear, or the need for

recognition, they bind. When they are performed selflessly, with

awareness and without insistence on a particular outcome, they

become liberating. This insight encourages me to bring a spirit of

yoga into ordinary activities rather than reserving spirituality for

special times of prayer or meditation.

A recent incident in my own life helped me understand this

teaching more deeply. On 3 July, my son had taken my husband's

car to meet a friend and parked it on the main road. We had

previously experienced the theft of a car from our driveway, so my

husband had taken many precautions with this vehicle, including

additional security features and anti-theft protection. Yet, despite

all these measures, two people still managed to break into the car.

The alarm sounded, and fortunately my son saw what was

happening and ran towards the vehicle. The thieves fled before

they could take it away. Although the car was recovered, it

suffered damage and we had to pay more than £500 for repairs

because my husband chose not to claim through the insurance

company.

As I reflected on this event, I realised that life unfolds according to

causes and conditions beyond my control. We took every

reasonable precaution, yet the attempted theft still occurred. At the

same time, the car was not taken. Rather than remaining angry or

asking, "Why did this happen to us?", I felt grateful that the

situation was not worse. The incident reminded me that attachment

to possessions inevitably brings anxiety, while acceptance brings

peace. The thieves acted from desire and attachment, while our

challenge was to respond without hatred, fear, or bitterness. In that

sense, the event became a lesson in the difference between binding

and liberating action.

After the incident, I wrote these thoughts in my diary:

"As dawn dissolves the night, freedom fades for some.

The night wanderers return, having taken only what nature permits

to sustain life. They are called animals, for they live in harmony

with the law of necessity.

Yet there are those who possess reason, conscience, and choice,

and still take what is not theirs. They are called humans.

Perhaps wisdom is not measured by intelligence, but by the ability

to master one's desires. For the wild follows nature, while the

human heart alone can choose either harmony or greed."

The teaching that the Divine neither rewards nor punishes also

challenged some deeply ingrained beliefs. Like many people, I

grew up with the idea of God as a judge keeping account of every

action. These verses offer a more profound understanding. The

Divine simply shines, while ignorance prevents us from

recognising our true nature. I can see how the idea of divine

judgment sometimes creates fear, guilt, and self-condemnation.

Letting go of that image shifts the focus toward self-understanding,

responsibility, and inner growth. It also helps me become less

judgmental of others, recognising that each person is struggling

through different layers of conditioning and ignorance.

The image of wisdom shining like the sun gives me great hope.

Clouds may temporarily hide the sun, but they never diminish its

light. In the same way, anxieties, fears, attachments, and old habits

may obscure my deeper nature, but they cannot destroy it. This

reminds me of Narayana Guru's vision of the One Light that

remains ever-present behind all appearances. Spiritual growth is

therefore not about becoming something new but about removing

the obstacles that prevent that light from being recognised.

Narayana Guru's teachings also invite me to look beyond my outer

identity and discover the source of awareness itself. The mind,

senses, body, and even the world I experience are illuminated by a

deeper Reality, the "sun beyond." Reflecting on this helps me shift

my attention from what I appear to be to that which gives light to

all my experiences.

The discussion of vasanas and samskaras also resonates with me.

Our memories, habits, and subconscious tendencies shape how we

respond to life. In myself, I notice tendencies toward

responsibility, concern for doing things correctly, and sometimes

worrying about matters beyond my control. These tendencies do

not need to be suppressed or denied. Instead, they can be observed

with awareness and gradually transformed. The path is not

repression but understanding.

I have noticed how a single question can create a thought, the

thought can awaken a memory, the memory can become a

judgment, and the judgment can trigger an emotion. Often the

mind reacts to something old, yet the emotion feels completely

new and real. Observing this process helps me understand

how vasanas and samskaras continue to influence my perceptions

and responses in daily life.

One example comes from a painful experience in my childhood.

While my parents were working and trusting relatives to care for

me, someone took advantage of that trust and abused me. For

many years I carried the pain, anger, confusion, and sense of loss

that came from that experience. Even now, when I am struggling

or feeling vulnerable, those old memories sometimes return. There

were times when I felt angry about what happened, angry that I

was not protected, and even angry with God.

For a long time I felt like a flower crushed while still in bud. The

memory never completely disappeared, and I doubt it ever will.

Yet I have learned that healing does not necessarily mean

forgetting. After more than forty years, I was finally able to tell my

parents how deeply I had been hurt and how unsupported I had

felt. Speaking those words through tears was painful, but it was

also liberating. The experience no longer defines me as a victim.

Reflecting on these teachings helps me see that such memories are

part of the storehouse of samskaras carried within the mind. They

arise from time to time, not to punish me, but to be understood and

integrated. I now recognise that many girls of my generation

suffered similar experiences in silence because such matters were

rarely acknowledged or discussed openly. This understanding has

given me greater compassion for myself and for others who carry

hidden wounds.

Through awareness and self-inquiry, I am learning to witness these

memories rather than be overwhelmed by them. The pain may still

arise, but it no longer has the same power over my life. In this way,

what was once a source of suffering gradually becomes part of the

path toward understanding, resilience, and freedom.

I was also deeply touched by the vision of equality expressed in

these verses. True wisdom is not measured by intellectual

knowledge alone. A truly wise person sees the same Reality in all

beings, regardless of status, education, background, or appearance.

This echoes Narayana Guru's message of oneness and human

dignity. The more I reflect on this teaching, the more I realise that

genuine spirituality naturally expresses itself as humility,

compassion, and respect for all forms of life.

These teachings encourage me to integrate spirituality into every

aspect of daily living. Peace does not come from escaping

responsibilities but from changing the way I relate to them. When I

perform my duties without attachment, loosen the ego's claim of

being the doer, and strive to recognise the same Divine presence in

everyone, life becomes lighter and more meaningful. Every action,

every relationship, and every challenge becomes an opportunity to

remember the One Reality that shines through all. Through such

understanding, even the ordinary events of life become steps on the

path toward greater wisdom, freedom, and inner peace.

 Love Bindu xx

Scott: It’s hard for me to find anything to add to, in your essay,

Bindu. Here’s about all I could come up with. You, very correctly,

write: “When actions arise from ego, desire, fear, or the need for

recognition, they bind. When they are performed selflessly, with

awareness and without insistence on a particular outcome, they

become liberating.” Actually, actions are liberating already. Acting

as a yogi is already free from bondage. My small point is that

liberation is not a future achievement that we take action to bring

about, it’s our natural state. Bondage comes about when we add

expectations and fixed notions to our actions, and they shape our

performance to suit their demands. If you’d simply said the actions

are liberating instead of they become liberating, I wouldn’t have

had anything to quibble about at all. 

It may take us the entire course to free ourselves from the

idea that we are doing all this work to become wise, or self-

realized, or what have you. We’re simply removing the

impediments we’ve learned to add to the mix, so we can be more

fully ourselves.

Your conclusion about the spirit of yoga shows that this is a

habitual way most of us describe action, and you don’t even make

that mistake, so it’s just a semantic issue. Forgive me for

mentioning it, if it seems trivial to you.

Bummer about your car, but your yogic takeaways almost

make it worthwhile. I was robbed when I was fairly young, and it

gave me a vivid reaction of feeling violated—I really took it

personally. Your letting go of those types of reaction turned your

event into an educational, and even liberating opportunity.

Your understanding of verse 15 is most valuable. Here it is,

again:

The all-pervading One takes cognizance neither of the sinful

nor the meritorious actions of anyone; wisdom is veiled by

unwisdom; beings are deluded thereby.

It appears to me that for religious people, this is a lot like the death

of God. When God was alive, their actions were restrained by the

fear of being judged and punished. Now he’s gone, all hell is

breaking loose from those with that mindset: freedom means they

can get away with anything. Bindu, you have shown the spiritual

way to rightly embody that monumental shift. The all-seeing judge

is within us, and we’d best deploy it gently and wisely. May it

never die! Becoming less judgmental of others is a very happy,

very predictable corollary.

Knowing Narayana Guru’s enlightened teachings gives you a

leg up, Bindu. He and his lineage deserve all praise for realizing

the true meaning of the Gita. Many of us come to his philosophy

through the Gita itself, but your previous knowledge is clearly

making it easy for you to get the picture. Nice.

Great that you are able to address and mitigate old traumas as

part of your yoga practice, Bindu. Letting go of victimhood is a

major step in the right direction. You’re right: this is why

samskaras are necessary to recognize. They are repairable.

My favorite trip account of all time has an episode of

releasing a similar type of samskara. If you’d like to follow up on

what you’ve shared, I can send you the link or the excerpt.

Very nicely done, Bindu. Carry on!

Venkat

I am reading Lesson 13 on Sacrifices that arise from action bound

by wisdom. The section talks about sacrificing possessiveness,

different sacrifices, and an introduction to wisdom sacrifice.

Interestingly, we helped a friend move from Texas to Connecticut

and it took us back to the memory of travelling to India three years

ago. Sangeetha mentioned how none of these were really

necessary. The most important things we carried were diapers and

baby cream for the two-day-long travel. We made the most out of

the trip. The memories of being together with family and friends

along with the photos were the valuable possessions that stood

the test of time. Everything else we brought back was either worn

out or discarded over the years. But the memories were often a

place to revisit. Sometimes, Dhruv has a habit of carrying back

home a leaf, a stone, or a nut after a walk. I don't know what it

means to him but I think of it as a memory that he wishes to carry

back with him. We discard it in a few days but I am sure the

memories are forever. 

Growing up, I participated in a range of sacrifices mentioned in the

verses. In my school days, each day was associated with a deity

and going to their respective temple, offering flowers, and prayers.

There were days of fasting too. During my college days, I rejected

it all and questioned everything. I think mostly because of the

reciprocity that wasn't met and the unjust inequality. Today, in

contemplation, I realize it's the attachment to the expectation for

the former. I still can't figure out the latter.

Years later, a whirlwind of emotional experiences took me to my

distant uncle who was a Sri Vidya practitioner. At times, he would

suggest meditating on a mantra or a practice as simple as lighting a

lamp. The most cherished has been his words that took years for

me to realize. For me, the sacrifices mentioned in this chapter were

like a journey to the wisdom sacrifice. A journey of rejecting the

multitude of options to be with the Gurus. Currently, in this

journey, I still question a lot and reject a lot of things that don't suit

me but make sure to accept and cherish the valuable ones. 

On the question of what makes me high in a lasting way, I was an

ardent fan of movies in general. Watching them, talking about

them, and being mesmerized by them gave me highs in the past.

But in the past few years, I don't get any such highs from them. I

am just consuming them. I felt that I was not really contributing

anything. In recent years, I have been in awe of birds, their

migration patterns, parenting, nesting and environmental

behaviors. I have also grown some interest in reading and

understanding varied principles. 'What is time?' is one such

question that I have been researching for the sake of my own

understanding. These questions and research seem to give me a

high that lasts longer. Sometimes, I zone out of mundane

conversations to these questions that give me highs. 

July 15th was our 6th year wedding anniversary. We are high

school friends and marrying my wife was against societal

compulsiveness. We both loved each other when we met after

college and then chose to do our postgraduate studies in the US.

We had to wait for three years to get her family's approval. Love

marriages in India are still complicated. My father-in-law was

worried about societal acceptance and his expectations of my wife.

But things turned out well for us and we got married at the peak of

Covid in the USA amongst friends with family watching the

ceremony through the internet. I compare this to my current

expectations at work and the emotions that arise on rejection after

valuable contributions. The emotions seem to narrow my vision

and affect me. These emotions seem to clear out or not affect me in

contemplation or reading. But,at times, a word or a thought seems

to take me on an emotional journey. I still need to work on making

each moment an opportunity. 

Scott, thank you for helping me through tangible practices. 

Scott: Nice to have you along for the ride, Venkat. The fact that

it’s familiar territory will give you a unique angle on it. I’m sure

we would all like to hear about your uncle’s teachings, as they

come back to mind.

We just had 5-year-old Jai here for a few days, and he carried

a special rock around with him, that he’d found in the driveway.

There is something instinctual in humans for having an object to

ground ourselves on. Those with a religious bent call it worship.

As Narayana Guru would say, if it makes a better person, it’s good.

In chapter XII, Krishna will say worshipping an image is easier

than no image, though the result is the same.

In chapter IX, verse 26, I have given a philosophical

interpretation of the flower-on-altar sacrifice. You might find it

amusing right now. Sacrifice is of course a main theme in the Gita,

and I always tie it to my definition of “freely chosen activity.”

Sacrifice is what we do that is utterly optional.

You’re not alone in wondering where justice is to be found.

Turns out “unjust inequality” is much easier to practice, and it’s

present almost everywhere. The Gita provides a firm basis for

justice, but making it work is up to each of us. Questioning and

rejecting inferior options is an integral part of the wisdom

sacrifice.

The wisdom sacrifice holds up better than almost anything as

a source of profound satisfaction, and it can include the entire

spectrum of precious values and activities.

Congratulations on your 6 th anniversary, and already having a

child for half that time. Forgive me, but one of my favorite sayings

of Guru Nitya was that God is busy bringing stupids together,

because he wants the children. (He got very tired of the relational

problems we kept bothering him about. He surely wasn’t talking

about you and Sangeetha!)

Do make each moment an opportunity, by being fully aware

of it. It shouldn’t feel like work; it should be fun. Follow your

bliss, knowing bliss comes from understanding and engagement.

This course will offer you a lot to love, as part of that.

Gopica

Greetings! As i am travelling from tomorrow through out the

weekend, felt to send my response little earlier than usual. 

Loved reading these verses. They brought a feeling of liberation

and a yearning for that state of inner freedom, which I have only

tasted like a gentle breeze, momentarily and sporadically. For me,

the essence is: freedom is not found by avoiding action; it is found

by acting without being psychologically imprisoned by the action

or its outcome.

I realize that I may be under an illusion that I have already crossed

over from expecting results, yet I still face challenges in decision

making. I have been living with the understanding that I have

“surrendered to life” and yielded to whatever comes, but I often

feel hit by the consequences when things go wrong.

For example, I was recently invited to do career guidance for high

school students. The founder of the school is someone I already

know for delaying payment for services offered. Even though I had

experienced this pattern earlier, I offered my services again

without discussing the financial part. I was aware of their payment

cycle and waited for the expected date, while also feeling the need

to send a gentle reminder. I wrote to her with a thought-out

message, mentioning that if any services were required from me

for the coming month and the financial aspects of my previous

work is yet to be settled. She replied immediately, saying she

would connect and discuss it the following week. That week never

came.

I felt bad about myself for accepting the request in the first place,

knowing her operation. On reflecting, I could see that I sometimes

make decisions out of a need for money, without ensuring a clear

professional contract. In a way, I am inviting situations where there

is no proper agreement. This raises a question for me: how do I

conduct myself when requests come from such people? I see that I

need to find a strategy to initiate financial discussions before

offering services, irrespective of who the person is.

These verses help me see that I lost my peace here because there

was an unspoken motive in me when I accepted the request. My

learning is to act with clarity, to set fair boundaries, and to move

towards that inner freedom where I can serve and work, without

being trapped by anxiety about outcomes or by my own hidden

expectations.

Thank you!

Scott: Gopica, this philosophy does not mean you should leave

your fair payment for your work to chance—and it’s hardly chance

if you already knew you might not get paid.

Nataraja Guru, in his Gita, I’m pretty sure, wrote that the way

people interpret not having expectations is like a farmer burning

his field of corn after it has grown and ripened.

It sounds like you should be getting paid ahead of time. Or do

make a contract.

You could frame it as a unique opportunity to interact with

high school students, and treat the pay as a possible side benefit,

but that doesn’t sound like what you need.

I did career counseling once for graduating seniors, but I was

happy to volunteer (this class is how I volunteer nowadays). They

had never invited a firefighter before, and I don’t expect anyone

joined the service because of me, but they got a taste of a different

lifestyle.

Anyway, we just had a relevant lesson, at the end of chapter

IV:

42) Therefore, sundering with the sword of Self-knowledge this

ignorance-born doubt residing in the heart, stand firm in the

unitive way, and stand up, [Gopica]. (insertion mine )

Honest standing up is legitimate. We are surrounded by petty

politicians and CEOs who stand up for themselves beyond all

reason. The latter is called bullying, or worse.

Aha, I found Nataraja Guru’s appeal to reason:

Gita II.47

This is a much-quoted and much-abused verse which has been

bandied about by pseudo-pandits who seem to support the idea

that a man who works should not think of any results. If a man

should cultivate a field and if, when the corn is ripe, he himself

should set fire to it to prove to his neighbours that he does not

care for “the fruit of action,” that would almost correspond to

the sense in which many such pandits seem to interpret the

meaning of the verse. To expect reasonable results from any

action that a man might do is but normal, hence purposely to

minimize the importance of results in the sense indicated in the

above example, would be absurd.

Your conclusion is spot on, Gopica: “I lost my peace here because

there was an unspoken motive in me.” Self-examination is

necessary to reveal our hidden motivations, attributed by the

ancients to samskaras and vasanas, now to memories and genetic

codings. Yogis work with the ones they can repair, learn to accept

those they cannot—and come to know the difference. Once you get

the feel of it, it’s easier than the alternatives.

Bailey

I really appreciate your encouraging response to me, Scott!  For the

hobbit lore too, thanks. And I really love Bindu’s poem!  Grasping

the saving root which turns out to be a serpent now turning

angry—oh dear oh dear!  Talk about the unpredictability of actions

and consequences of actions. Then there’s Bindu’s own anger

awakened, she’s shouting at the Absolute...wait! now she’s

laughing, surrendering control.  The first book of a now

distinguished senior medievalist focused on monks in

Charlemagne’s day who developed rituals to express anger at relics

which failed to respond to prayers and solve problems as they were

supposed to: like Bindu, the monks cursed them out loud, and

collectively. You gotta laugh. Puts me in mind of a piece of advice

once offered by my Uncle Bob: “take your job seriously, but don’t

take yourself seriously”.  Or The Incredible String Band: “All this

world’s but just a play—be thou the joyful player.”  

July 5.  Today we met, my daughter Emma, her partner JV, Bruce

(husband or my ex-wife Kitch) and I, to discuss our understandings

of the situation of our brother/son/b-in-law/step-son ZL.  We all

agree that he is on a trajectory of grave concern: if he continues to

drink he will likely lose the job that has for the past four years

given him some sense of stability, purpose and financial

independence.  And die. What can be done?  JV, himself a serious,

self-destructive alcoholic in the 20’s who stopped for years, got a

PhD and was in a good marriage, fell off the wagon and managed

for a few years survived as a secret, binge-alcoholic until he

realized if he continued both marriage and career were likely lost,

stressed to us that only Zachary-Lewis can “hit bottom” and decide

he wants to go towards Life, not Death.  Emma said she has

recently come to the conclusion that, after years of trying to be

understanding, helpful, supportive it now seems to her that efforts

to influence her brother have been largely counter-

productive.  Bruce, who has known Zack well since he married his

mother Kitch in 1998, pretty much agreed that a lot of his and

Kitch’s efforts might be classed as enabling more than helping

solve the problem. He decided to attend an Al-Anon meeting for

himself, he went on to say.  There he learned the basic principle of

the “Three Cs: you didn’t Create the problem; you cannot Cure it;

your temptation is to keep trying to Control it.”

  As for me, after years of thinking there is good basic

communication between my son and me (it is true that he discusses

history with me with both good knowledge and enthusiasm) I have

concluded that his great skill lies in deflecting any real emotional

engagement.  As his sister puts it: he walls himself off.  Why does

he do this?  When did he start doing this?  What can I, can any of

us do at this point to help him?  During this conversation my mind

would go back to the Gita, in particular to Krishna’s assurance in

verse 11 that yogis can, “abandoning attachment” engage in

actions “for (purposes of) purity of Self” while verse 12 contrasts

those “desire-motivated, attached to results” with the actor(s) “of

unified discipline, discarding benefit motive”. 

 

July 14.  Bastille Day!  Now there’s a date to ponder, a story to

ponder for one drawn to try to understand the ramifications of past

events, the consequences of actions on the grand stage of human

history.  In 1789 the people of Paris capture the great feudal

fortress-prison that serves and symbolizes arbitrary power, (or

Tyranny in the still-fresh language of the American Declaration of

Independence, then only a dozen years old and well-known in

France). They kill a few Agents of Oppression, they free a few

prisoners, they demolish the hated structure/symbol stone by

stone.  They thus launch the French Revolution. The Declaration of

the Rights of Man (Humankind in our idiom) and Citizen will

follow shortly (a direct consequence); this will in turn inspire the

United Nations Declaration of Human Rights, the philosophical

basis or legitimate governance in our global world, as WWII was

ending.  Thus: A Good Thing surely?  There’s the story that this

question was put directly to Chou-en-lai, the Chinese Communist

leader most deeply steeped in philosophy and world history (he

had studied in France); he smiled, shrugged, “It’s a little soon to

tell.”  The Reign of Terror, its mass executions, civil wars in

France, Napoleon’s European wars can also, plausibly, be seen as

dynamics set in motion by the taking of the Bastille.  And what

about global-scale wars in the 20 th  century, current wars in the

Middle East and Ukraine—also consequences?  Take it from

another angle: the Bastille story can also be taken to legitimate the

principle of populism-driven power, used today by the Trump

Administration (among other actors on the globe) to justify its

repressive, tyrannical policies and actions.

July 15 (9AM) I just put out the refilled bird feeder my daughter

Emma gave me; sure enough, the birds have lost no time, they’re at

it, a chipmunk scampers by, that movement back at forest edge is

probably the rabbit, thank heavens the squirrels are off somewhere

else for the moment.  What a delight to watch these fellow critters

feeding away!

July 16 (10 PM). Since Christine returned we have resumed our

morning spiritual reading.  Today Emmanuel Desjardins was

commenting of one of the particular “formulas” Swami Prajnanpad

emphasized particularly for his Western disciples: the distinction

between emotion and sentiment, particularly in regard to acting, or

not.  Emotion impels people toward action, always for the wrong

reasons. Emotion fundamentally taints, distorts reality.  Sentiment,

in Swamiji’s use of the term, apprehends reality clearly and

neutrally, like the well-informed one of v. 18 for whom the

Brahmin and the eater of dogs are the same.  But emotions are

fundamental realities for us human critters in our relativistic realm

where we are buffeted about by vasanas and samskaras.  To try to

deny them as in some sense unreal, unworthy of existing, will not

help anyone along the spiritual path.  On the contrary!  A guy loses

his girlfriend to another guy–as in the Beatles song “She’s got a

ticket to ride”.  He’s hurt, he hates it, but he says to himself: OK, I

refuse to be jealous, I am stronger than that—“she don’t

care?”  well, I don’t care, so there!  What he’s trying to do is to

refuse, repress, deny the full extent of his own emotion.  I’m

thinking of Scott’s comments on v. 18:  this guy is squelching

himself, those vasanas are hopping about, full of suppressed,

indignant energy.  Probably all of us have suffered in some

configuration of that reality; I certainly have.  Swamiji, says ED,

would put it this way: fully accept the emotion, don’t evade the

suffering, be “one with the reality”, but don’t be driven to action

(or non-action) by the emotion.  Act –or refrain from

acting—consciously.  The sentiment of disappointment, of

betrayal, is just. I have a mental picture of those Carolingian

monks shaking their fists, chanting Latin curses at those relics

they’ve piled up before the altar.   

 

      Time to wind this one up, head for bed, carry on.

Scott: Oh yeah, Bailey: that song (“ Maya ”) from the Incredible

String Band is one of my all-time favorites, with its refrain “all this

world is but a play, be thou the joyful play—er.” That’s the spirit.

And there’s nothing like a good song to lift the soul when the

outlook is dispiriting. Music is meditation too.

Speaking of which, the lead article on this month’s (August)

issue of the Atlantic is on the post-literate age that is already upon

us, proceeding at full speed. Brilliant, but oh so distressing. As

usual, I’ve cast my lot with complex sentences and concepts, while

the circus is headed the opposite direction…. My Gita commentary

is seriously out of date, and so am I. And I’m so glad. I’m glad,

I’m glad, I’m glad. To cite another beloved song from my

developmental period.

Cursing the deity as therapy reminded me of a favorite

section in Nitya’s autobiography, Love and Blessings:

I am so glad that nobody taught me Freud when I was five or

six. Consequently I had a clean and natural mind. Then the

awareness of sexuality crept into my life almost like a dark

conspiracy. One of my cousins, Vasu, wanted to share the

intelligence he was gathering about sex, and he found me a

willing listener. Every day when we returned from school, he

used to take me to a nearby thicket to give me my daily lessons.

As in an occult initiation, he always wanted me to take the oath

of secrecy before learning new words.

Afterwards as a grownup, when I sat at the feet of my gurus

to listen to mantras and mahavakyas, I remembered that my

cousin had been as solemn and serious as any guru. The only

difference was that the qualitative psychodynamics of

obscenity were far greater than those of the sacred mantras.

Every word he uttered went deep into my mind at once, and I

never forgot them. When the organs of action are counted, the

order is given as speech, hands, legs, excretory organs, and

procreative organs. So it is no wonder that infantile sexuality

begins with words and that of the adult culminates in

procreation. (27)

I don’t know what to say about helping an alcoholic, or any

kind of holic, for that matter, other than it’s truly God’s problem.

For humans, fixing it is well-nigh impossible. The impossible

occasionally becomes possible with enough persistence. I feel for

you. My kids are okay, I’m pretty sure. I’ve only had a brother-in-

law, my best friend for ten years, to try out my schemes on. I was

easily defeated by him, throwing my good intentions back in my

face, with glee. I was the one with a problem, not him. Deflection

with a sadistic flourish.

Let me quote Love and Blessings again, Nitya writing to my

wife regarding the very same person, years before the crisis.

Probably this isn’t adequate advice for a son:

You should not be saddened about anyone unless your sadness

has a positive or negative impact on him to jolt him out of the

impasse and set him right. I may observe a fast, or cry, scream,

slap myself and roll on the floor like a mad dog if only I see the

ghost of a chance to pull the other to the right track. If that is

not possible, I prefer to walk away with a prayer in my heart.

May you continue to be a joyful player, Bailey. Can anyone

“abandon attachment” for their children? It sounds like a sin. Yoga

in practice means more like “ameliorate attachment,” maintaining

a balanced perspective as we carefully make our way through the

chaos that we would love to dispel, but can’t.

I was born in 1951, and grew up to viscerally experience a

peaceful, prosperous, stable, human-rights endorsing nation, and

man, it was fabulous! I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want

to torpedo it. The gods must be crazy…. We are definitely

undergoing a quantum leap of some kind. It wouldn’t be a quantum

leap if we knew where we were headed.

I agree with you, Bailey. I think Prajnanpad is a bit off.

Emotions—feelings—are how our inner guru communicates

(nonverbally!) with our surface mind, the part that interacts with

the outside world, using words and their concepts to form the

plans. Ideally our words are in tune with what they describe. When

they aren’t, our emotions can and do lead us astray. The first

definition of sentiment in my actual Random House College

Edition dikker, is an attitude toward something; second is a feeling

or emotion. I expect the root has to do with sensing through the

senses, which is scorned in Vedanta, and now scientists know what

the rishis understood without technology: our own brain interprets

the sensing and displays it to us as our view of the world.

In both senses, emotion and sentiment, we are called upon to

distinguish fact from fancy, knowing we are substantially ignorant,

always. Yes, if we’re in a rage, we should be suspicious of its

validity, and we can be swept away by desire in many forms. Our

inner guru is like Krishna, in that it doesn’t recognize social

distinctions. Ergo, we have to supply those whenever necessary.

This seems to me to only matter when we’re acting. In the

absence of action, what’s the problem? The Gita stays with action

all through, and that is very different from some other philosophies

that emphasize restraint more gravely.

Pun intended.

Clearly you understand all this, Bailey, and you end with an

excellent wrap-up. We’re aiming for balanced understanding, here,

and not simply turning away from engagement with our glorious

world. And it must include getting furious at what’s happening,

and then equalizing our feelings, for our own and others’ benefit.The intensity gives depth to the equanimity.

The Bottle Speaks

​

Branded in colours, the bottle shines,

Holding a garden beyond all lines.

Who made me green to blend with the greenery?

Who made me brown to call me dark?

Who made me pink and call me royal?

Who painted every leaf with its own mark?

The flowers smiled and softly said,

“We bloom in many colours, yet drink the same water.”

And the bottle whispered:

“I do not choose what I hold.

I welcome every colour without judgment.

Green, brown, pink, or purple—

All find a place within me.

Perhaps that is why I was made…

Not to divide, but to hold you all.”

Lesson 15 Chapter V: Karma Sannyasa Yoga, Unitive Action and Renunciation v 1-10

 My response to Bailey reprises some key points about our

study. Check it out if you have the time.

Once again, Bindu has shared her uncommon understanding,

and Venkat has almost caught up, now in the middle of chapter IV.

Enjoy!

Bindu

This chapter helped me see that renunciation is not about escaping

life or avoiding responsibility. Instead, it is about letting go of

attachment to outcomes and not allowing likes and dislikes to

control my actions. Krishna teaches that yoga and renunciation are

not separate paths—they both lead to inner freedom when

practiced with the right understanding.

There have been moments in my life when, even though I know

the situations I am going through should not affect me so deeply, I

still lose control. During those moments, I feel angry with the

Absolute. I have even shouted at Him, telling Him that if I could

see Him, I would want to hit Him. Yet when my anger melts away,

I laugh and say, "You are the only one with whom I can show

every emotion—even the darker ones—because You never react,

no matter how hard I try to provoke You."

In those difficult moments, I often write reflections in my diary.

One of them is this poem:

The Roots Remain

Pushed into the deepest waters,

Where an alligator waits below,

Its patience sharpened by certainty—

Every fall ends the same.

A hanging stem appears,

Thin as hope, fragile as chance.

Upward goes the climb,

Toward light, toward air,

Toward the promise of escape.

Yet each time the surface nears,

The stem is cut.

Down again into the depths,

Where survival demands another leap.

From one stem to another,

From one chance to the next,

Never knowing which will hold.

Sometimes the next lifeline

Turns out to be a snake's tail—

Grasped in desperation,

Only to awaken anger,

Its fangs ready to strike.

Still, the journey continues.

Around and around the circle goes—

Climbing, falling, reaching, enduring.

Fresh air brushes the face for a moment,

Only for unseen hands

To push the struggle back into darkness.

When stems fail,

Roots become refuge.

When roots loosen,

Another hold is found.

When danger strikes,

Another path appears.

Such is life.

Not a straight road to safety,

But a wilderness of uncertain footholds,

Where fate tests every grip,

Every step,

Every hope.

The miracle is not reaching the top.

The miracle is continuing to climb

After every fall,

Holding on through every storm,

Refusing to surrender to the depths—

While the alligator waits,

The snake hisses,

The stems break,

And still—

the roots remain.

This poem reflects how I have learned to let go of anger instead of

holding on to resentment. Whatever hardship I am going through, I

write about it as a reflection and then release it for my own peace.

Once I accept the situation and move forward, I feel lighter and

more focused.

Verse 10 particularly spoke to me: "He who acts, placing all

actions in the Absolute, having given up attachment, is not affected

by sin, like a lotus leaf by water."

I find this image very powerful. It reminds me that we can live

fully in the world, perform our duties sincerely, and still remain

inwardly free if we are not constantly seeking praise, success, or

recognition. In meditation, I sometimes place all my worries on the

shoulders of the Absolute. By doing so, I find freedom. The

problems become like drops of water resting on a lotus leaf, while

I remain the leaf itself—untouched at my core.

The discussion about opposing views also made me reflect on my

own thinking. It is easy to judge people whose opinions differ from

mine, especially on social or political issues. This chapter

encourages me to pause before reacting and recognize that being

attached to being "right" creates unnecessary conflict. Sometimes I

choose silence because I believe silence is wiser than argument.

Remaining open-minded does not mean giving up my values; it

means not allowing disagreement to disturb my inner balance.

My main takeaway from this chapter is that true renunciation is not

withdrawing from life but changing the way we participate in it.

By performing our duties with sincerity, without attachment to

results, and by maintaining balance amid success and failure, we

become freer, more peaceful, and more compassionate toward

ourselves and others.

Question for Reflection

How can I remind myself in daily life to act wholeheartedly while

letting go of the need to control the outcome?

I believe not everything comes in the time or way I expect.

Sometimes I simply have to wait for the right moment. Patience

and resilience are both important. Rather than living in

disappointment, I can continue doing my best, trusting that some

things unfold in their own time. Like the climber in my poem, the

goal is not to avoid every fall, but to keep climbing with faith,

courage, and acceptance.

Scott: I appreciate your summation of the chapter, Bindu. It’s easy

to get lost (maybe it’s important to get lost) in the Gita’s

complexities, yet it’s also essential to have a sensible framework to

relate it to. Plus, losing control does go hand in hand with opening

to new and unexpected insights. Our egos are dedicated to control,

so our inner being has to force them aside at times, and it happens

especially at critical moments. Just ask Arjuna.

It’s totally safe to curse the Absolute, and good therapy.so

long as it isn’t prolonged. It’s another way to let go. The next

lesson will include the assurance you may have already read, in

verse 15: “The all-pervading One takes cognizance neither of the

sinful nor the meritorious actions of anyone.” No lightning bolts

are doled out by a grim overseer. It’s okay to get upset, but use it

to heighten your understanding.

Your poem vividly captures the struggle to reach a goal,

something we can all relate to. You address what it takes to accept

those threats and float trustingly in the depths. Our reading of the

scripture is partly to realize there are fewer vicious demons around

us than we imagine. We can delete the made-up monsters so as to

better focus on the real ones.

It seems you’ve been busily attending to that for a long time

already, Bindu, and your paragraph of explanation after the poem

shows the way.

A yogi finds psychological instruction in many places. I too

am fond of the lotus leaf symbol of detachment. I find I have to

actively shake the mud off—I still react to accusations, but am

much quicker to get over it. I know better than to become

defensive before the water has cleared, and then I can see much

more clearly what the real issues are. Again, you write beautifully

about how to handle this.

Venkat

Chapter IV (12-22)

Around 2011, I bought a DSLR camera in the hope of becoming a

photographer. I have tried multiple times to pick it up and failed to

take pictures. None of them satisfied me. I bought books to

understand the exposure triangle but no luck. I was dejected and

something I wished to learn turned into a nightmare.

 

In retrospect, I feel the thought of taking a picture with the right

setting and the expectations of awe inspiring pictures were the

hurdles. I think I never thought of it as capturing a memory or a

moment. It was all about taking the best picture and that weight of

expectation held me back. 

A couple of years ago, a close friend of mine taught me the basics

before my trip to Yellowstone. My goal was to take a picture of a

wolf from the trip. The pictures weren't great but the memory of

howling wolves next to a bison carcass is still fresh. A month after

our trip, I saw a robin on our fence and I rushed to get a picture.

This time my goal was simple - to follow the instructions of a

recent video and understand exposure. Voila! I was amazed at the

pictures and mind blown. It was like finally getting hold of my

bicycle. More than the pictures, it was being in that moment of

inaction in action. 

In these few months of reading Gita, my understanding of learning

has changed a lot. If I don't understand a concept or a term I let it

sit and move away from it as much as possible for things to make

sense on its own. I reach out for help if it doesn't make sense or

begins to be a hindrance to my reading. Of course, there are work

related questions that are time sensitive for which I reach out for

help immediately.

I believe actions arise from conscious and subconscious sensory

influences. While conscious influences are from memory and

logical reasoning, creative ideas arise from the subconscious

influence. They seem to have this never ending interaction in the

outer and inner world. 

I could only think of thoughts rising during meditation as an

example of action in inaction. I believe action and inaction are

simultaneously present. I may be wrong but sleep is the only time I

imagine them to be mutually exclusive. 

IV 22 talks about possessions and the exercise is to think of the

influence of possessions on wellbeing. I couldn't remember when

this transition happened but I used to think possessions gave

wellbeing based on their purpose or value. In recent times, it has

transitioned to memory. The memory a possession holds or the

time it takes me back to has more value than purpose. 

Scott, I am very grateful for these exercises and lessons. It has

helped me look into myself and understand what has held me back

in learning. 

Scott: Venkat, your response resonates with the lesson 15 exercise:

Consider aspects of your life that are founded on ideas of

cumulative improvement, and whether it is possible to be

satisfied at every step or whether fulfillment is displaced until

the final stage. “Nearly everyone learns to be dissatisfied with

who they are. We are not okay, and are only tolerable if we are

moving toward a widely accepted version of what okay

means.” What are the pluses and minuses of this central social

tenet?

In so many aspects of life we are improving our skills, “getting

better,” and being praised for it. We can easily tell a good

photograph from a poor one. The conscious takeaway, however, is

that we’re eternally “works in progress,” and not to be taken

seriously yet. It’s too bad, because every moment of our brief

existence is valuable enough to celebrate and share.

Your little boy, Dhruv, is a perfect example—so full of life

and excitement. Before long, though, if he’s like other kids, he’ll

be more excited to “grow up” and get older as fast as possible.

He’ll be eager to stop “being childish,” while from an adult

perspective he’s already spectacular. Sure, we don’t want him to

stay stuck at age 3, but we don’t want him to miss it, either.

The idea is to retain the joy of life as the centerpiece of all

the growing and changing that naturally takes place in every

person’s life. It doesn’t have to inhibit the rapid development we

undergo, at least until we’re old enough to get stuck in the tarpits

of self-definition.

As you’ve shown, your photography work stands out when

you’re fully focused on it, more into it, and that’s the true seedbed

of skill improvement. Why not retain the excitement of getting

better while also reveling in the instrument that enables it, all along

the way?

What you’ve said about learning from your own inner being,

Venkat, is the missing piece Krishna is inviting us to bring into

play. Trusting the Absolute is closely related to trusting our

intuition, if it isn’t spoiled by selfish prejudices. So yes, in yoga we

combine conscious and unconscious aspects to become holistically

centered in whatever we do.

Also, being aware that we bring meaning to our possessions

and activities, and not the other way round, is crucial to self-

awareness. Chapter IV really gives us a lot to work with.

Gopica

Greetings! and thank you. Beautiful metaphors and was

experiencing a fragrance which i am not able to name though, a

feeling of relief with the thought of unitive action superior to the

renunciation of action.

While reading verses 1-10 of Chapter 5, I became aware of

an inflexible element in my personality around money and service.

I find it challenging to discuss payment for my work-sometimes

people postpone paying or expect my services free of cost in the

name of “service.” At the same time, I am careful about spending

for those truly in need, yet I hesitate to spend for outsiders just for

courtesy. My instincts have led me to create boundaries, and I

sometimes worry that this makes me seem cold or aloof, even

when I feel fully present and responsible. These verses are helping

me explore how to act sincerely, respect my own worth, and still

cultivate inner detachment from money and others’ expectations.

Scott: That’s the spirit, Gopica! The verses are meant to stimulate

contemplation, and apply them to ourself. This is a terrific example

of what that looks like. Doors swing open, and we can learn a lot

from peeking through, even if we don’t step inside all the way.

Bailey

Scott’s prompt: Consider aspects of your life that are founded

on ideas of cumulative improvement...  Here’s a true story, just

happened:

June 28 (Sunday):   We had a lay preacher in church today,  Haley

Powell, and she opened her sermon with a reference to George

Bailey, the character played by Jimmy Stewart in the 1946 film It’s

a Wonderful Life, in his moment of despair, tempted by suicide.

Standing in the river into which he had leapt, GB looks  upwards,

says something like “Lord, what do you want of me? Show me the

way.”  I suppose that serves in the plot to bring that absurd,

improbable, masterfully-comic angel Clarence into the story.  With

Clarence’s good-humored help Bailey will proceed to solve the

problems which had seemed insurmountable, marry the pretty girl,

with the movie ending on the they-lived-happily-ever-after note of

beloved fairy-tales.  Our preacher brought her sermon around to

inviting us to look upon one another as potential angels, capable

–if we turn toward one another-- of offering love,  help when we

need it.  The sermon is followed, in our liturgy, with the Exchange

of Peace: we turn to each other with warm handshakes, sometimes

hugs. The Offering follows next (the Old Testament lesson read

today had been the story of Abraham preparing to offer up his son

Isaac as a sacrifice, then the Lord sending an angel to stop him,

providing in the boy’s place a ram caught in a nearby thicket). I

reached into my pocket for a bill to put in the offering plate. Oops,

no wallet. Must have forgot it on the bureau when leaving the

house.. Oops! Oh No!  That can’t be! I used it buying gas on my

way to church!  Did I drop it? lay it on the roof of the car and

forget to put it back in my pocket?  I left church at once, got to the

car, drove back to the gas station (at Walnut and 46).  Nothing

there by the pump.  Try inside. No, no wallet turned in.  We’ll call

you if... The worst has happened. What is the first thing to

do?  Report to police? No, most urgent is to call the credit card

companies.  Back at the house I’m standing at the card table in the

garage entrance, I’ve got Visa Capital One on the line, the guy is

just telling me: OK, don’t worry, I’ll restrict use of this card right

away, we’ll send you a new one...

 when

     here’s a pickup truck pulling into the driveway;  here’s a guy

coming out, my wallet in his hand. A total stranger.  I let Capital

One know all is suddenly well, thank the guy, hang up.  “I spotted

it turning off route 46 onto College Ave”, this guy is telling

me—"should be all there, doesn’t look like anybody ran over it”.  I

didn’t move to hug him; I did shake hands warmly, asked his

name. Jared.  An Old Testament name, I remark, adding that I was

just on my way to church when I lost the wallet; realized the loss

when it was time for the offering... “You know”, says Jared, “same

thing happened to a friend of mine a couple of weeks ago, he had

driven up from Louisville (Kentucky) for a medical appointment,

put it on the roof of his car and didn’t miss it until he was back

home, had to drive back here to retrieve it... but what a pain, I

know, those credit cards, replacing the driver’s license...” Jared,

you’re my Good Samaritan today.  Do you know the movie It’s a

Wonderful Life? Jared’s eyes widen. Says: “my favorite movie of

all time!  I watch it maybe five, six times a year!”  Of course Jared

well knows the scene where defeated George Bailey finally turns

to God for guidance.  “That’s me!” he says.  “I was 20 years old,

raising two boys all by myself, without Him I would never have

made it through.  Before the boys, I was a bad fellow, selfish,

wild.   He never fails, He’s always there.” (Touches his heart). “I

talk to Him all the time. All the time I ask for guidance.”  I (bky)

tell him that I learned from today’s sermon that George Bailey’s

famous line, “Lord show me the way” had not been scripted –it

was added spontaneously by Jimmy Stewart on inspiration;

Director Frank Capra loved it, left it in the final cut.  Jared, today

you’re my angel, you’re my Clarence.  “You know”, he says, “I’ve

always known, in my heart, what’s right to do, even as a child,

even not doing it.  I want to tell people, but they...  My older

brother (we were raised Catholic) hated God for years, wanted

what he didn’t have...I couldn’t get him to see he was looking at it

all wrong... then he met a wonderful woman, and he changed, now

his attitude is changed...he has a wonderful life now.”  Jared, can I

offer you something?  Nah, thanks, gotta go, but you know, maybe

it was meant to work out like this today.  Jared, I say, you’re a man

of faith.  Hey, he says, I’ve made a new friend.  Off he drives.

Comment: am I dissatisfied with who I am?  When I realized that I

had done that STUPID thing, leaving my wallet atop the car and

driving off –and it was not the first time I had done something like

that, once I left my wallet in a bookstore on Upper Broadway in

New York (but realized pretty quickly, and the sales clerk, shaking

his head, handed it back)—and the possible-to-likely

CONSEQUENCES were running through my head as I drove back

to the gas station, and then drove home, would DISSATISFIED

would be the right way to put it?  Well, certainly “satisfied” would

be the wrong way.  But, in my head: stay with the reality, don’t

distract yourself with self-blame, deal with the situation as best

you can, be more attentive, more conscious, more careful going

forward...  The point isn’t I’m OK/I’m not OK, the point is Reality

is what it is, my reality, entangled with all these other realities.

One’s habits, one’s tendencies, they don’t improve with age. But,

as the Rolling Stones of their and my youth sang: “Don’t you

panic, don’t you panic, give it one more try”.  All of a sudden,

here’s this stranger. Jared.  He’s driving along. He sees the wallet.

He stops. He sees my information inside. He comes right to my

house (it isn’t far, and with GPS, easy to find).  A man of action,

Jared. A man of (good) faith.  He trusts in the Lord.  He trusts his

heart.  Perhaps, he says, in taking leave, it was all meant to happen

this way.  If I had hours to talk with him, even half an hour (we

talked for maybe ten minutes) I might show him Elaine Pagels’

book Miracles and Wonders: The Historical Mystery of Jesus.  Not

to try to teach him anything (I am guessing he now follows an

Evangelical version of Christianity): to share with him Pagel’s own

sense of wonder, after a lifetime studying and teaching the history

of Christianity at the highest intellectual level, at how the story of

Jesus has remained alive, vibrant for two thousand years, and not

only for people who profess Christianity or call themselves

Christians.  She ends her book quoting this New Testament

passage: “God can make a way out of no way”, transforming what

we suffer into joy.  I love this about the gospel stories. Is that what

keeps the stories of Jesus alive among the twists and turns of

history.  As I see it, they give us what we often need most: an

outburst of hope.”  A sentiment at odds with Vedanta?

June 30  One Paris day in May Christine and I went to the movies;

what I am remembering now is not the film we saw that day–what

was it?—but one previewed: DeGaulle: Resistance. This opened

the day after I left France so I have not yet seen it; Christine has,

has emailed me that it has opened her eyes to an extraordinary

moment in the story of her own country—until now, she had

mostly understood it through things I told her.  The world-

historical significance of this moment has gripped my imagination

for years, as my reading, in fiction as well as works of history,

memoirs, biography.  The moment? June 18, 1940: the

German Blitzkrieg has in a few weeks since May 10 devastated the

French and British forces opposing it.  A new French government,

under the 80-year-old Marshal Pétain is crying “Uncle”,

negotiating a surrender; most of the British forces have managed to

escape back to their island through the “miracle” of the improvised

Dunkirk evacuation, but the smart money is betting that the Brits

will now accept the New Reality and make terms with Hitler

themselves.  Indeed, that is the course being suggested by the

Foreign Secretary, Lord Halifex, in secret Cabinet meetings.  We

don’t like the Nazis but the reality is they have won; better deal

with them.  Prime Minister Winston Churchill’s heroic refusal to

accept this logic is well known (that story is well told in recent

films like Darkest Hour and Roy Jenkins’ excellent biography of

Churchill): the defiant eloquence of his speeches –We shall never

surrender!—has achieved mythic status in historical

memory.  This new movie will help English speakers, I hope,

better grasp the true heroic dimension of the junior French general

who on June 18 broadcast on BBC his equally intransigent

Appeal: France has lost a battle. Let all of us who share “a certain

idea of France” resolve to continue the war until we

win! DeGaulle invited patriots to join him in London –I have

evoked in earlier responses the story of one nineteen-year-old,

Daniel Cordier, who did.  Few in France actually heard the

broadcast, though word of it slowly spread.  Very few acted on the

invitation; indeed most of the French soldiers then in England, who

had been part of the failed Anglo-French effort to stop the German

capture of Norway back in April, chose to lay down arms and

return to France. Marshal Pétain’s Vichy regime condemned

DeGaulle to death in abstentia and set about on a course of

collaboration with the occupying Germans that would come to

include sending Jews to the death camps. The still well-armed

French military, in France itself and in its Asian and African

empire, accepted Vichy’s authority. The odds against De Gaulle’s

“Free French”, and further resistance to a German-dominated

Europe, were beyond overwhelming. 

       My thought goes now to the Kurukshetra battle as yet

unengaged, to Arjuna throwing down his bow, to verse 8 of Book

IV.  To contrast his moment of doubt with DeGaulle’s brandishing

the sword on June 18 is irresistibly tempting as literature, and I am

not resisting the impulse.  As history, knowing as we do how the

war was to work out, the story is inspiring.  But what, as students

of philosophy, can we learn?  The verse reads: “To protect those

who are good and to destroy evildoers, for establishing

righteousness, I assume being, age by age.”  Krishna incarnating as

Charles de Gaulle? As Winston Churchill?  As the RAF pilots who

fought the Luftwaffe to a standstill over the following year,

effectively forestalling the German invasion plans?  As the English

civilian populations who withstood the bombing, the fires and

devastation of the Battle of Britain night after night, the civilian

French men and women (many teenage girls and boys too) who

faced (and often suffered) torture, imprisonment, death to defy the

German occupation, whether they were aligned with General

DeGaulle or not? The righteous actors resisting evil-doers can be

understood as incarnating, in some sense, Krishna? well: why not?

 Scott’s interpretation of the verse would seem to steer us firmly

away from an incitement to action along these lines. “Once again,

this verse resonates with the barbaric tendencies of human beings,

because we really get off on destroying evildoers. We’re ready to

go out and bash them at a moment’s notice. Unfortunately,

unleashing war on evildoers just produces more evil. By contrast,

the reestablishment of the goodness of the Absolute does not pit

one side against the other. It is a unifying kindness that is a tide

that raises all boats.”  Aptly put, and incontrovertibly –to my

mind—true to the teaching we have received.  Winston Churchill,

Charles DeGaulle and those uncounted, unnamed English and

French (and Poles and Belgians and Russians and Canadians...)

who stood up to resist the Nazis were flawed, relativistic human

beings.  We know a lot about the flaws of the first two men.  They

were not unattached to the fruits of their actions—far from

it!  Both wrote books about themselves in the war—and

afterwards-- justifying actions they took which many or most of us

now regard as problematic if not clearly wrong.  Fellow students of

African or Asian heritage may want to point to selfish actions of

the British in India, the French in North Africa or Indochina that

caused much suffering to many innocent people. Both men were

repudiated as leaders of their countries by voters at the end of the

war.  BUT. In 1940 they did stand up for righteousness against

dark forces of evil which were on the verge of winning.  Hitler,

Himmler and company were not just German leaders with different

ideas and original political projects.  They were evil actors, willful

“slayers of the self” in the sense of the Isa Upanishad.  In the

judgment of this historian such creatures were quite impervious to

approaches based on “unifying kindness”.  As at Kurukshetra, the

dark forces had to be fought.

     July 3. This is not June 1940.  All the actors of that day are

returned to ashes, including both my parents, whose relationship

was abruptly precipitated into marriage in December 1941, with

me as one consequence. The issues, the choices to act/refrain from

action that I confront have been outlined with particular clarity

these past days.  That the American Republic, proclaimed with

such echoing principles on July 4, 1776, and subsequently came to

be identified with the universalist notion “democracy” is under

systemic assault by forces led and epitomized by the President it

elected in November 2024 seems to this historian beyond

question.  What to do? Vote in the upcoming elections? Of course.

Help Democratic candidates wrest majorities in the U.S. Congress

from the Republicans? Win more power in state governments?

Yes. So in the past month I have sent small sums of money to this

one candidate and that PAC (political pressure group).  A direct

consequence, given the technology driven by Lord Algorithm, is

steadily intensifying internet/texting pressure to give more.  And

more. Since returning from France I have by conscious decision

given more. Can I be somehow unattached to the fruits of these

actions?  A challenge, that!  Can I/should I do something else?

March in a No Kings rally, if possible?  We’ll see.

Then there’s my son’s alcohol addiction. While I was away at my

reunion he had another pancreatitis attack; the pain, I am told, is

intense.  After two days in the hospital, he emerges, returns to

work.  Last Sunday his mother calls me: she has just taken him to

the Emergency Room. Another attack. He has admitted that he

took another drink. This time I’m the one to take him home from

the hospital.  Last year I had talked at great length with JV, my

daughter Emma’s partner, an out-of-control alcoholic in his youth

who made the decision to emerge, has remade himself as a

successful academic—and an exceptional, compassionate human

being.  Joe knows the Alcoholics Anonymous scene in

Bloomington as well as he knows Labor History.  At the time he

resisted my suggestion that he reach out to Zack, get him to

engage.  It won’t work, he said in effect, unless the initiative

comes from him.  Yesterday I said to him: Joe, I can’t buy that

logic today.  It confounds me that, having suffered great pain,

putting his job at risk, he would nonetheless take another drink,

back into the pain etc.  Take the initiative. Reach out and tell him

more of your own story as you told it to me.  How one day you

realized if you took another drink YOU WOULD DIE.  Take him,

yourself, to an AA meeting.  Joe has agreed to do this.

Scott: I too am a big fan of It’s a Wonderful Life, Bailey. A couple

of years back our symphony performed the music live while the

film played on the big screen. It’s a new trick to keep symphonies

relevant, and it is startling how visceral it is. I catch one or two of

those every year.

It’s fun to have the additional background you’ve supplied.

I don’t see the movie as advocating cumulative improvement,

it’s more like what we’re after: adopting a new perspective where

you realize your true value in the world you inhabit, instead of

merely being a hapless victim of hostile forces. It portrays the

difference between being a big kid and an adult. For literary

purposes, there has to be an outside factor, like an angel, to clarify

(no pun intended?) the conversion, and with the Gita we have a

dialogue between a teacher and student to convey the same clarity.

Did you know that psychologists have tested wallet returns

around the world, and found that it was a very common practice?

Also, the more money in the wallet, the likelier the return. We’re

talking about a lot of experiments, because such kindness defies

expectations. And it makes for a good story, yours being right up

there. 

Have I shared Nitya’s take on the book I’m Okay, You’re

Okay? His version was I’m Not Okay, You’re Not Okay, But That’s

Okay.

Elaine Pagels is my dream girl. Talk about wallet returns.

How about ancient scripture returns! There had to be a god or at

least an angel involved with her being blessed with the Nag

Hammadi library.

I suppose you could say that hope isn’t a Vedantic premise,

since it’s another word for expectation, but to me, downplaying

expectations is a spiritual teaching, and not about Christmas

presents or job interviews. We’re free to hope for lots of things to

come about in the future, so long as it isn’t a distraction from self-

examination. Hope could well be part of self-examination; like,

how is it affecting me? But egotistical seekers tend to have a fixed

idea of what they are turning into, thanks to their practice or

religion, and that’s a serious impediment. How would that be

preferable to keeping an open mind about where you’re going? I

suppose if you are flailing, certain assurances would be justified, to

get to a level playing field, or kshetra, where real learning is

possible. The Gita is psychotherapy for the sane, and falls short

regarding mental instability, in my estimation. I don’t think of that

as a fault—the lion’s share of therapy is for disturbed people. We

need a dose for other cohorts, too.

I guess we cling to hope because we worry that without it we

will have no hope. In yoga, polar opposites are to be combined and

canceled out through balancing. Yogis aren’t partisan to hope or no

hope. We are witness to the unfolding of existence. Superficially

we may play around with hope, because it’s a fun game, until our

hopes are dashed. A yogi has enough detachment to not be

unhorsed by the evaporation of their imagined hopes.

Okay, you keep coming back to this point, that Krishna’s

teaching is not applicable to wartime. It’s true, my commentary is

more bubbly, and I should have referred to the war footing more. I

intended to make it as practical as I could. My cheerfulness could

easily be seen as a fault, I agree. Most commentaries brush over

practical problems, so I wanted to include them specifically. As I

worked through my ten-year stint, whenever people brought up

issues to me, I included them in context—marital conflicts, jobs,

interpersonal tension, prejudice—and some others. Addiction is in

there somewhere, though I’m personally aware of how impossible

it is to help with.

As to war, the whole context is war. What Krishna is doing is

healing Arjuna so he can make good decisions, about everything.

Despite popular belief, he is not being instructed to wage war, only

to know himself. In the last chapter, Krishna commissions Arjuna

to make up his own mind: “critically scrutinizing all, omitting

nothing, do as you like.” The war decision comes after the Gita,

when the Mahabharata picks back up. Yes, Arjuna, a true warrior,

decides to fight, and almost everybody dies. But that isn’t the

point. The Gita addresses life before death. It was his decision, not

God’s or anyone else’s.

The value of this study is to be more alive while alive. In that

way, it isn’t about applying this wisdom to history. It’s about

applying it to the present. Now. What to do is very complicated, so

we bring our best game and hope for the best. We don’t know that

the outcome will be the best, but we’ll deal with it as it comes.

And we should learn this ahead of the crises. When Nazis

high on amphetamines come sprinting and shooting at you, there’s

no time to become wise. You do (or not) what fate lays on you.

Judging the past is much easier than the present. For this education

I recommend bringing the war back home. It’s about battling our

mental weaknesses, to allow ourselves to grow. Under fire is not

the time for it.

Let me quote Bindu’s opening line, above: “This chapter

helped me see that renunciation is not about escaping life or

avoiding responsibility.” That’s maybe something you didn’t see,

Bailey. I don’t know why. Here are a couple of verses from the

return to practicality at the end:

18.7) Verily, the renunciation of necessary inevitable action

does not arise; the renunciation of such through delusion is said

to be tamasic.

18.9) When necessary action is done, Arjuna, recognizing its

imperative character, relinquishing attachment and benefit,

such relinquishment is considered sattvic.

All through the emphasis is on freely chosen activity. Necessity is

not malleable, it’s imperative. We suffer its slings and arrows as

best we can. There is no refraining from action taught here.

Chapter III starts of about action this way:

4) By refraining from initiating activities a person does not

come to have the attainment of transcending action, nor can one

by renunciation alone come to perfection.

5) Not even for a single instant can one ever remain engaged in

no action at all. By virtue of modalities born from nature, all

are made to engage in action helplessly.

All those poor souls you catalogue who stood up and were

gunned down were by no means unleashing evil, they were forced

to deal with it. So much slaughter, and then after, we are sure no

one would ever be that stupid again, until the next bloodletting.

I would say that the very intent of the Gita was to teach

humans to choose peace and kindness, despite our proclivity for

mayhem. It does not suggest we should ignore killers and make

nice about it. Those good people defending their countries were

flawed, just like the wise and the rest of us. We aren’t trying to live

without flaws, here—that’s another religious posture, and it’s a

major impediment to equanimity. What do flaws matter when you

are under attack? I don’t see how this lesson diverges from

sympathy for the slaughtered. The question we might be asking is

what can we do now, about the next wave, that promises to be the

bloodiest yet?

Before Krishna’s confirmation comes around again, you are

already free to make your own decisions, Bailey.

Good to hear your perseverance is still supporting your son’s

addiction tragedy. That is necessary action for you of a most

compelling nature.