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Cries of the Soul

© Osho Zen Tarot

The significant problems we have in the world today cannot be solved at the same level of thinking with which we created them.
— Albert Einstein

As we take the steps necessary to restore our sense of integrity, we are cultivating new ways to understand and identify our true creative self. This process can be simultaneously invigorating and painful, for it inevitably involves loss as well as gain.

Julia writes, “We discover our boundaries, and those boundaries by definition separate us from our fellows. As we clarify our perceptions, we lose our misconceptions. As we eliminate ambiguity, we lose illusion as well. We arrive at clarity, and clarity creates change.”

Those discomforts and strange postures that we have come to take for granted as normal suddenly are revealed for what they are: limitations, loss, troubles that call for action. The morning pages are very likely to become the place where you receive your marching orders. They can be the platform through which you communicate with your Higher Self, your Inner Wisdom, the Mystery, or whatever names you give to the Divine.

You pose your questions and observations. Love within you writes the answers, moving your own hand in ways that are often marvelous and surprising.

But there will be times when we rebel, want to quit, long to hunker down, curl up, weep and wail, “But I don’t want to raise my consciousness!” Yes. Whether we give it voice or not, we are bound to have a tantrum or two along the way.

Julia notes that this is a kriya, which is a Sanskrit term for spiritual emergency or surrender. “I always think of kriyas as spiritual seizures,” she muses. “Perhaps they should be spelled crias because they are cries of the soul as it is wrung through changes.

“We all know what a kriya looks like: it is the bad case of flu right after you’ve broken up with your lover. It’s the rotten head cold and bronchial cough that announces you’ve abused your health to meet an unreachable work deadline. That asthma attack out of nowhere when you’ve just done a round of caretaking your alcolhoic sibling? That’s a kriya, too.

Always significant, frequently psychosomatic, kriyas are the final insult our psyche adds to our injuries: ‘Get it?’ a kriya asks you.”

Have you had a kriya yet? Would you care to share it with us? I’ll have more to say about it tomorrow.

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  • May 12, 2009, 9:26 am Rick Loftus, M.D.

    After I finished my residency in internal medicine, I spent several weeks in bed, being attacked by every virus imaginable. I was miserable, and although nothing was happening to me that was dangerous, I had anxiety bordering on terror, and grief. For weeks, all I did was sit in bed watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns. (Which, by the way, is not a bad way to ride out a kriya, IMHO.) I compared notes with other MDs later and found many of us suffered lingering illness in the year after finishing residency. It was like a body-wide grief reaction. The American medical “system” as it is currently configured is toxic to the patients and providers; the militaristic training is often brutal to the trainees. Its rigor is admirable–U.S. MD’s are among the best in the world–but it is toxic in ways that are needless.

  • May 12, 2009, 9:48 am Beth Owl's Daughter

    Wow. I had never thought about it, Rick, but reading this, it now seems obvious! “Militaristic” is right; like boot camp, only for years.

    Love the idea of Buffy for riding out kriyas!
    – Beth

  • May 12, 2009, 12:35 pm Star

    This is right on the mark for me from today’s post “Love within you writes the answers, moving your own hand in ways that are often marvelous and surprising.” Here is what that hand wrote last night –

    In Between By Sally Klein

    In between, life thrives.
    In between survival tasks…
    In between other’s demands,
    Creativity lives in between.

    In between time is fleeting.
    In between space is small.
    In between I find peace,
    Beauty, balance and delight.

    In between I hear a calling.
    In between I see a light.
    In between I touch Source
    Finding joy amidst the suffering.

    In between the light and darkness,
    In between faith, hope and love,
    In between belief and tradition
    Truth remains undiscovered.

    Divinity dwells in between.

    Creativity, peace, beauty and balance,
    Delight, joy and truth…
    Hidden treasures guide life’s purpose
    In between death and birth.

    Most of the time I just want to do nothing but my art and leave the world behind (a form of depression called dissociation).
    It seems, my kriya is that I sometimes need to find that “in between” space to experience my art and brief moments of bliss. Life continues on around me and, unless I choose to withdraw from it and continue to be alone (and depressed), I need to find the balance in between.

    I am sending some of my poetry for publishing consideration in the 2010 Backbone Mountain Review, a publication of the Allegheny Arts Council in nearby Cumberland, MD. I have 5 poems!

    Having fun in between,

    Star*

  • May 12, 2009, 2:13 pm Thalia

    Star, that’s really beautiful. The in-between places in legend are where the faeries hang out; they are gateways to the Otherworld. Twilight, neither day nor night, between the high and low tide lines at the shore, neither land nor sea, those kind of liminal places and times, are where the magic is.

    And Beth, you are reading my mind today. I was just thinking (not twenty minutes ago) for some reason about how stress at work makes people ill, and how unnecessarily rotten most deadlines are. (I mean, it’s got the word ‘dead’ right in it; that can’t be good for the health.) I’ve gotten sick from stress and pushing myself to meet someone else’s timeline more times than I can count; it’s one of the reasons I quit that whole racket and became self-employed.

    Funny, though, that I haven’t worked for a boss in years, and here I was thinking about it moments ago.

    Also, the bit that Star quoted; I am understanding that in a pretty literal way.

  • May 12, 2009, 5:24 pm Catherine BTW

    Thank you Star for teh beautiful poetry and reminder that the inbetween can be & is enough…

  • May 12, 2009, 6:32 pm Thalia

    Another thing that occurs to me about in-between places is that they are in motion; twilight is day turning into night, at the shore the tide is either coming in, going out, or turning. They are process and change.

  • May 12, 2009, 7:35 pm Star

    I am grateful for all the comments about ‘in between”. Since I posted the poem this morning, I spent the day noticing those in between places and really appreciating them. I like Thalia’s reminder that these are process, change and motion. I have a feeling there may be another In Between poem coming out or some additional verses to this one. …in between the sidewalk cracks…in between the clouds…in between you and me…the doorway in between…in between dreams and awakening…in between above and below…they just keep popping in my mind! Maybe there is a whole book to be written here? Something about, “in between the pages…………”

    Star*