Bittman Bliss Blog

The Easter eggs have all been hunted down and the lovely outfits neatly stashed away for another year. I picture the Easter bunny sleeping in this morning, dreaming of the upcoming vacation it annually enjoys with Santa Claus (they like to go this time of the year because not too many people travel around tax time), where they rest, celebrate and also commiserate over the loss of meaning around the holidays they represent.

If they happen to vacation in Tahoe this year and I run into them, I’ll ask them to forgive us, for in many respects we know not what we do. We are creatures of meaning. Our entire reality is framed by what we make things mean and once we’ve decided on what something means it’s hard for us to see past that. We often create those meanings at a very early age, and do so based on what others tell us. Such is the case with holidays like Easter.

Growing up Jewish, I initially attached no meaning around it at all, other than the fact that every Good Friday I got to join my father at his place of business (a large insurance company) because there was only a “skeleton crew”. In other words, the only folks around were the handful of Jews working for the company. Playing with the adding machines (hey, we’re talking the 60’s here) and going out to lunch with my dad in Manhattan was such a thrill. I was aware, and somewhat jealous, of the egg thing, but other than that the holiday was just an extra day off from school.

I distinctly remember when I learned the traditional meaning of Easter. I was 8 or 9 years old, hanging out on my block just before Easter, and was enlightened on the subject by one of the neighborhood girls. At some point in her explanation, she transfigured right before my eyes into a pretty good imitation of Mr. Hyde, pointed at me and shouted, “And you killed Him!” I was confused and immediately defended myself: “I’m pretty sure I’d remember that!” “The Jews killed him”, she elaborated, still fairly foaming at the mouth. I was taken aback for a moment. Luckily, I had a strong need to be right even back then. She was younger than I was, and I hadn’t heard that in Sunday School at our Temple, so I figured she didn’t know what she was talking about and I lovingly shared with her something related to her I.Q. and left.

In a way it has bothered me a little bit ever since. Apparently for her at least part of the meaning of Easter was a reminder to hate. And even then I thought it was highly unlikely she came to that idea herself without hearing it from someone else. Thoughts of Easter brought no fun at all (though I still enjoyed Good Friday!).

The incident also affected the meanings I created and held around Jesus for many years. In the early days of my conscious spiritual journey, it was hard for me to relate to anything even mentioning his name. The text of A Course in Miracles, for instance, was impossible for me, even though the ideas did resonate. Since then, through my experiences, my Unity education and my current studies to become an Interfaith Minister, I have come to love Jesus as a teacher and example. And I find it ironic and sad that hate has managed to come anywhere near a holiday that honors someone who mastered the way of love.

For most Christians, the meaning of Easter couldn’t get any bigger. The resurrection of Jesus, after all, is the explanation for all Christian beliefs and the fundamental reason for Christianity’s existence. This, interestingly, makes it perhaps the most significant event to have ever occurred in the Western world (imagine our history and culture without Christianity for a moment), whether or not it ever really happened. Why we commemorate it with eggs and bunnies is another story.

For me, it doesn’t really matter whether it happened or not. It still carries great meaning. I see the resurrection as a reminder to focus on Jesus’ life and teachings, not so much on this death. I see it as a reminder to follow him in participating more fully in life. Not so much the movie starring limitation, perception and appearances that we all experience, but the omnipresent, eternal life that is one of the qualities of God and therefore of you and I. Jesus was inviting us to experience a more expanded vision and awareness of the unlimited life and love that we each truly are.

That Life is the whole spirit, presence, and love of God. It is not restricted to a body nor can it be contained in a tomb. It may change form or appear to be lost, but it can’t be. Whatever we’ve done or haven’t done, whatever limitations or lack we may believe about ourselves, Life is spirit and we are spirit, eternal, ageless, immortal, whole and complete. Jesus taught that we could tap into that eternal life right here and right now. We don’t have to die or wait for the future, but we must move in consciousness from our present identification with ego and the material world toward identification with what is changeless and eternal within us.

Every time we identify more with this Life, we rise again. Whenever we move past some limitation it’s like we’ve come to life; we’ve resurrected. We do not die once.  We all die many times.  Parts of us die all the time. We’ve all experienced loss, pain and grief. We’ve all let go of many things, consciously and unconsciously.  We forgive, we move on, we grow, we evolve. Time and again we have risen from difficulty and discovered qualities within us that we would not have known had we not been forced to explore the depths of our being.

There’s life after divorce, a major illness, a job loss or bankruptcy or the death of a loved one. These are our crucifixions, and when we apply Truth principles and rise again we are a different person, as aspects of our divine wholeness literally come to life. 

Maybe we don’t believe we can overcome physical death but we can certainly use the Easter message to remind us we can rise again no matter what’s going on. We can go beyond present circumstances to a new opportunity and a new vision for ourselves. Does that mean that what might be going on isn’t sad, painful or extremely difficult? NO, but it does mean that we don’t have to stay in a tomb forever. Right within us is everything we need to rise again and experience life, joy and love in bigger and more beautiful ways.

If that’s all we remember, that’s more than enough for now.

Gandhi said, “Happiness is when what you think, what you say and what you do are in harmony.” In addition to happiness, I can see that when my consciousness is in harmony, when all aspects of it are centered and focused on my deepest intentions and values, I also experience peace, serenity, joy, strength and the manifestation of my dreams. When I am whole and one in my consciousness, I experience my true state of wholeness and oneness.

I also notice quite clearly how this is easier said than done. I am whole, but I fragment myself in so many ways. I hold things on myself and reject those parts of myself I’m not so crazy about. I sometimes have trouble forgiving others, making them responsible for my feelings and moods, and therefore give them some of my focus and my power. I sometimes separate my spiritual life from the rest of my life. Often I think one thing, feel another, say a third and do a fourth!

Speaking of things being easier said than done, if I had a nickel for every time I said one thing and did another, Bill Gates would be asking me for loans. It’s like the old Italian proverb: “Between saying and doing, many of pair of shoes is worn out.” Not to mention all the times I’ve thought something and said another, thought something and didn’t do it (wow, that’s a big one. Have you ever noticed that the most effective way to NOT do something is to think about doing it?); all the combinations and permutations make my head spin. Which might be an improvement.

My mind is not only a world traveler but a time traveler. It can zip between here and there and between past and future at something approaching the speed of light. Sometimes I’ll be near the end of a wonderful hike or a delicious meal, and suddenly realize I haven’t really noticed or tasted a thing. My body was hiking or eating, but my mind was in some other place or time.

So, I’ve decided that the most important thing for me to do in order to fulfill my desire to have a more harmonious and unified consciousness is to practice holding my attention. Here’s what I’m going to do, and I invite you to join me. I’m going to do one thing at a time, and I’m going to give it my full attention. I’m OK with my mind doing its traveling thing, but I intend to have some say about where it goes. At the very least I’d like to know that it left! I’m going to practice holding my attention on what I’m doing, even if it’s mundane or what I have perceived as boring. I will no longer attempt to juggle eating with texting, thinking about what so and so said yesterday and filling out my to-do list. I am a uni-tasker!

There would be tremendous value in giving my full attention to my thoughts, feelings and words, too, but for now I’m going to focus on my actions, since I believe my actions are what contribute most to my growth and unfolding. Even when my thinking is stinking, if I’m paying attention, I can still choose to do what is most aligned with my core values. Right now I can even choose to start doing all those things I’ve thought myself out of over the years, all those things I know in my heart would make my life better and bring more light into this world.

While I’m paying attention, I’m confident I’ll have a better chance of choosing actions that help to create things that are good and beautiful and true. And through taking action, I’m also confident that more of what’s good and beautiful and true will filter back into my thoughts and feelings and even my words. All this from simply paying attention. It’s a small price to pay!

If that’s all we remember, that’s more than enough for now.

 That sound you may have just heard was a yet another blog popping into cyberspace. I ask myself why (something I do a lot of, without a great deal of value for the effort). There seem to be enough ideas floating around the world wide web. Sometimes I think there are too many already: There are so many ideas that the Universe is getting crowded. There must be a plug around here somewhere to let some ideas out. It’s filling up fast, so if you plan on having any ideas you’ll have to wait until February when we have an opening.

I guess it’s important to me to throw mine in the mix, both for myself and for the mix. The mix could use as much positivity at it can get.

Yes, the problems of this world can certainly appear to be insurmountable. I don’t deny they exist. I also believe it has probably always been that way. For instance, I recently came across this quote: “Our earth is degenerate in these latter days; bribery and corruption are common; children no longer obey their parents; and the end of the world is evidently approaching.” The interesting thing about this quote is that it was found on an Assyrian clay tablet; dated 2800 B.C. Apparently there’ve always been things to fret about, especially if one was looking for them. And apparently there’ve always been opportunities to fret about them publically.

And there’ve probably always been hopeless optimists like me. I stand accused. I believe that this world is still transformable, because I know that people are transformable. I see it every day. I see cynicism being transformed into hope. I see futility and frustration and fear being transformed into fulfillment and fruitful action and freedom. I see people making different choices, reaching out, asking for help, offering help. I see people caring, sharing, feeling and healing on all levels.

Call me crazy, but I believe people are inherently good. And that’s exactly what makes personal and global transformation possible. We may hear more about the bad, but there are countless folks doing fantastically positive things on this planet and in our communities, most of which we’ll never hear about. There is an incredible abundance of love and compassion and generosity in this world. We tend to see it after tragic events like 9-11 (my birthday), which tells me it’s in each and every one of us, all the time. We see it more in those times because we’re looking for it. We need it! But we couldn’t see it at all, in those circumstances or ever, if it wasn’t already there.

What if we looked for the good more of the time? I’m not talking about being Pollyanna. I’m not saying, “It’s all good”. I’m saying that whatever is happening, we can look for the good; we can use it for good, for love, for healing, for increasing our awareness. It’s a choice. When our “background music” becomes more about negativity, complaining, resenting and worrying, everything that happens seems to provide more evidence that the world is going to the dogs; everything gives us more to complain about. If we were to look for the good more of the time, I imagine we’d see more of that. And I imagine we’d also be in a more positive, grateful and productive mode in order to take effective action to change things, if that’s what we chose to do.

How do we do that? That’s what this blog will be about. We are each a unique and indispensible ingredient in the mix and as we become more skillful in expressing our deepest values and intentions we continue to sweeten it. If that’s all we remember, that’s more than enough for now.