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                            |  | If Not Me, Who? If Not Now, When?by Robert Rabbin
 |  When I was 11 years old, I had one of those
                        epiphanies that shape one’s life in unexpected ways.
                        In my case, I developed a restless soul that longed for
                        missing pieces in the puzzle of living: Who am I?
                        What is my purpose? How shall I live? A few
                        years later I took to the road on a spiritual quest,
                        traveling around the world in search of answers to my
                        questions about life and living, reality and truth,
                        meaning and purpose. I spent the next 25 years immersed
                        in various non-dual wisdom traditions, including ten
                        years of study with Swami Muktananda. During the course
                        of those years, I experienced awakenings, realizations,
                        epiphanies, and transcendent bliss beyond the scope of
                        words. But there always seemed to be a higher place, a
                        summit yet to climb. One day, I stood atop a summit from
                        which no other summits could be seen. I had found the
                        missing pieces of my long-ago longing. My search for
                        existential clarity and wholeness came to an end
                        standing atop a summit of eternal silence and pure
                        being. The weight and confusion of "self" had
                        disappeared, like a snowflake blown from the face of the
                        Earth.
 
                         It seemed I had come to a final end, resting in deep
                        peace marbled with constant inner joy. From time to
                        time, gusts of bliss would swirl through the emptiness
                        of my being. Whenever questions or troublesome thoughts
                        or feelings arose within me, they were immediately
                        dissolved in silence and stillness. My eyes looked
                        through and past everything, locked on eternity. Life
                        came and went by itself. And yet in some unknown, unseen, unfelt place, a
                        storm was gathering, which would force me from this
                        place to a truer place. Though there was no further
                        summit on the climb to existential clarity and
                        wholeness, there was more distance to travel—the
                        distance back down the mountain, to the valley from
                        where I had come. In Little Gidding, T. S. Eliot writes,
                        "The end is where we start from." I came to
                        one end, only to find myself at another, wholly
                        unexpected, beginning. I was to start over again.
                        Another restless spirit began moving through me, a new
                        passion: a deep hunger to fully engage the world around
                        me, the world I had neglected during years of
                        inward-focused meditation. But there it was, bright as a
                        sun and wilder than an avalanche. The world, which had
                        become transparent, had become solid again, but not so
                        solid I couldn’t see all the way to its soul. The
                        world, from which I had sought to escape, had become
                        beautiful, enchanting, and compelling. The world, which
                        had been a prison, had become an epic adventure of
                        endless freedom. The world, which had stood beneath the
                        majestic summits of spiritual glory, had become
                        mountains of greater majesty and glory. This wondrous world—full of complexity, chaos, and
                        contradiction—is all the proof one needs of
                        transcendent spirit and mystery. Here, amidst the names
                        and faces of people and things, the light of the creator
                        is most brilliant. I’ve discovered this world is my
                        world; I belong to it and it belongs to me. This world
                        is my body, and my body is this world. I know why Walt
                        Whitman exclaimed, "I am large. I contain
                        multitudes." He said this because it is true, in
                        the most physical and pragmatic of terms. There are
                        practical implications to becoming "one with
                        everything." This is not a salon word-game. It is
                        actual. Existential clarity and wholeness remained, and
                        remain, untouched, even as I discovered the distance down
                        is a climb as steep as the distance up. And so I start again, at this new beginning, in love
                        with this world, which is as much my body and myself as
                        these arms and legs and heart and mind. The new
                        beginning is summed up in these words from the Kabbalah:
                        "First we receive the light, then we impart it.
                        Thus we repair the world." Imparting the light
                        requires great things of us: authenticity, honesty,
                        courage, determination, empathy, personal
                        responsibility, and a commitment to action. Imparting
                        the light means to heal and make whole not just the
                        existential wound of separation, but all things broken,
                        all things hurting, all things growing tumors of fear
                        and pain. And all of this is within my body, within your
                        body; within the one body we share. Repairing the world
                        means to translate the glory of transcendent spiritual
                        realization into common language, common currency, and
                        common decency. Repairing the world requires that we
                        make love an action. Repairing the world requires we
                        give voice and force to spiritual wisdom, that we stand
                        for the sanctity of life, that we take on projects of
                        renewal, transforming old bodies of prejudice and pain,
                        of hate and ignorance, of fear and suffering into
                        polished new bodies of freedom and joy, of wisdom and
                        strength. Many things in our world are bent and breaking, if
                        not already broken, and these things need repair.
                        Hundreds of millions of people are suffering, hungry,
                        and hopeless, living in mean and fearful places where
                        people shouldn’t live. Entire continents are
                        threatened by disease and starvation. Militarism is the
                        most popular religion, while political corruption and
                        corporate greed are epidemic and threaten the very
                        continuation of human civilization. The Earth itself is
                        under murderous attack and her animals, plants and
                        trees, her oceans and rivers and skies are all pleading
                        for relief. In the U. S. alone, 12 million children
                        live in poverty, 43 million people are without health
                        insurance, and only one in seven working poor families
                        having access to affordable child care. Two million
                        people live in prisons and jails. The average CEO makes
                        in one day what the average worker makes in one year,
                        and 10% of the people own more than 70% of the wealth.
                        Civil and labor rights are being hunted to extinction.
                        The Pentagon gobbles up $400 billion a year: 51% of the
                        annual discretionary budget. I think our world has
                        become koyaanisqatsi, a Hopi word meaning
                        "crazy life, life out of balance, life in turmoil,
                        life disintegrating; a state of life that calls for
                        another way of living." 
 The world has become small—a lifeboat in which 6
                        billion people sit, shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip.
                        When a single person wiggles or moves, the others feel
                        it. We cannot be victims of people who have no
                        consideration for others and who threaten our boat’s
                        balance with reckless behavior. We have to get involved,
                        speak up, be counted and heard. We cannot be complacent
                        or apathetic. We must not be silent about the koyaanisqatsi
                        culture within our lifeboat. This is the year to
                        bring the beauty of our hearts and souls into the world
                        in real and telling ways. We cannot hide from this
                        world, nor escape it, nor transcend it. We must embrace
                        it and love it and beautify it. The poet Rumi said, "Take on a big project, like
                        Noah." The world is begging to be healed of
                        violence, brutality, and greed. Let this be our project.
                        The world is crying to be filled with clarity,
                        stillness, insight, kindness, tolerance, patience,
                        empathy, authenticity, and courage. Let this be our
                        project. We cannot use our spiritual life as a shield from
                        social life and responsibility. We cannot be afraid to
                        put our spiritual hands into the earth of politics.
                        Mahatma Gandhi said, "I do not believe that the
                        spiritual law works on a field of its own. On the
                        contrary, it expresses itself only through the ordinary
                        activities of life. It thus affects the economic, the
                        social, and the political fields." So, let us affirm the qualities and values of this
                        spiritual law, and let us see how we make them manifest
                        in the economic, social, and political fields. Today,
                        let us take on the big project of repairing this world
                        in the same way we once sought to heal and repair and
                        elevate our own lives. Let us come together as one at this new beginning,
                        and let us work day and night with our whole being, with
                        all our force and beauty and tenderness, to repair the
                        world. Let us start now, right now, this very minute. If not me, who? If not now, when? 
                        © Copyright 2004 Robert Rabbin.  All Rights Reserved 
  Robert Rabbin is a
                          contemporary mystic and catalyst for clarity. He began
                          practicing meditation and self-inquiry in 1969 and
                          subsequently spent ten years studying with meditation
                          master Swami Muktananda.
 
 Since 1985, Robert has been leading Truth Talks,
                          lecturing, and advising professionals and corporate
                          executives. He has written three books, coauthored
                          three others, and published over fifty articles. He
                          was also interviewed for The Awakening West, a
                          collection of conversations with contemporary
                          spiritual teachers.
 For additional information,
                        please visit Robert’s web site: www.robrabbin.com.   |