Thursday, 9 July 2026

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.

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