This memory I’m about to share probably occurred about 51-53 years ago.
As a 6 to 8-year-old girl I would often watch the black and
white TV set with Mom.
There was a movie, a Nazi story. I have no recall what movie it was.
I’ll set the scene as I remember it:
Nazi soldiers are looking for escaped prisoners in a
convent. The nuns had hidden a bunch of folks somewhere within the convent
property. A soldier is interrogating one of the nuns.
He begins to yell at her, and he slaps her really hard across the face with his hand.
I BURST INTO TEARS.
Now, as a child of this age I had a very cozy, middle income kind of cultural upbringing. There was no trauma, abuse, or anything that I could have identified with at that time that would have reactivated such a harsh emotional reaction to this (subtle, by today’s standards) act of violence. I was sobbing. Holding back the uncontrollable emotion and tears as much as I could, but I was unable to continue watching the movie. I remember that Mom consoled me.
If Mom were still here, I’d ask her if she had any recollection of the incident. But mom passed last year and she had dementia. So her memory wouldn’t have been very helpful.
Why did that particular incident bring up so much agony and despair for me at that age?
Thinking about this today, it leads me to contemplate:
- Is our consciousness REALLY inside our brain?
- Is our consciousness more accurately outside of our brain which would allow access to more than this dimension, this realm, this lifetime, this world?
- When we’re children, just prior to the unavoidable fact of cultural indoctrination, aren’t we more deeply connected to the reality of our True Conscious Being?
Here’s another childhood memory. About 49-50 years ago, I had an experience while walking home from the school bus up. I’d walk up the hill on Johanna Lane every day, but on this day I had a very sudden moment’s awareness. It was a cognitive sense of being AWARE of more than my little persona, a KNOWING that I WAS ACTUALLY AWARE of MY OWN AWARENESS. How could a 10-year-old process that? I didn’t. I simply remember a feeling as if I had something inside that was more than I could understand. And I liked the feeling. I had something special inside. I became aware of awareness itself just by being quiet, watching my feet take each single step by step along the road’s dark, wet, leafy pavement (it was Fall), and like a Zen meditation, IT appeared, it showed ITSELF, unexpectedly. I received a GIFT.
I would love to hear of any childhood experiences that any readers may have had which reveals a moments’ access to a more open truth of conscious awareness. Please do share ……
I’ll end with a beautiful piece about Truth from one of my
favorite Zen masters:
Most people think that they are basically truthful
But when you look at it for a given day,
How do I embody the
truth of being?
Well, you start by telling the truth all the time,
What is the truth then?
What seems to be true for you?
You could look at it as being totally honest all the time
Not twisting the sentence where you’re not being completely
When you really look at this, even for a single day, you
will probably be surprised, maybe even shocked by how often you find yourself
shading truths, whether out of fear or out of subtle or overt deception
(because you have a fear of being real, being exposed)
There’s hundreds of reason why you might not tell the truth
What is truth then?
It’s not just mere opinion.
It is not unloading your judgements on somebody.
That’s not telling the truth.
It’s more about being deeply and precisely honest, and being
very open to having your truth change.
Someone else may inform you. It might alter what’s true for
As human beings we clutch on to what we think is true, and
when we do state it we state it with a fair amount of defensiveness. So we’re
often in a kind of competition, even in the most seemingly casual conversation.
You will often notice a quiet, well cultured competition of ideas going on, or
just a complete lack of listening. In the average conversation, usually each
person is waiting for a gap to jump in and say what they want. This is common
in conversation. In a truth sense, conversation is listening to what might
be true in any situation. Unless you listen, you’re not going to get
No this is not very esoteric, but it’s demanding, it’s real,
kind of where the rubber hits the road.
We never like to admit to ourselves when we’re lying. We
think we’re doing it for their sake.
If you have a little sensitivity, you can say something
truthful or honest without being so overt.
If you want to really start to embody some of your deepest
realizations of being, start by telling the truth all the time.
Will there be consequences?
How am I delivering the truth? Am I saying what’s really
true? Or am I insisting on the truth?
If you get lots of negative feedback on your truth telling,
examine how am I delivering this truth,
how insistent am I, or am I very simply
being honest and real?
One of the ways human beings manipulate each other is by shading
It’s hard to manipulate somebody when you’re totally honest.
This practice of truth will transform your life. You can’t
say how, until you do it.
You can’t control how it will work out.
How could you possibly embody the enlightened condition and be anything
less than truthful?
Your experience of being tends to become richer, deeper,
more profound, more connected with your human relative life. That inner private
space of being and outer human existence are no longer felt as two things, that
illusion that there are two things. It’s actually ONE thing.
The more truthful you are, the deeper your sense of
connection becomes. That exquisite feeling of spontaneous balanced flow
feeling, all of you together, your internal division has come together. If you
want to be divided, tell lies. You will feel conflicted inside. Sometimes
overtly and sometimes very subtle.
Truth is a unifier. It brings the force of your psychology, your
When it’s just truth,
there’s something inside of you that comes deeply together.
This is not a direct translation of the YouTube recording. It is my paraphrased excerpts from Adyashanti’s talk titled, ‘What is Truth?‘