New Age Scum

I spent over a decade as a Jesuit with vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience. I’ve known and talked with hundreds of priests and seminarians, members of religious orders, and parish priests. They are scholars, missionaries, mystics, teachers and preachers, gay and straight, celibate and non-observant. The vast majority are dedicated men and women who follow the way of Jesus and give of themselves to help others. I knew only three men who were in any way implicated in the sex abuse scandals that rocked the foundations of the church, and only one had inappropriate contact with adolescent boys. Two spent time in prison. All paid dearly for their behavior, careers and lives in shatters. 

Of course, we are dealing with human nature, and human nature being what it is, we can be sure that the problem still exists. The best we can do is set some ethical standards, try to enforce them, and ensure some consequences are in place to act as a deterrent.

However, don’t imagine that sexual abuse is confined to Roman Catholic priests and religious. People like me who think that leaving the church of your mothers and fathers opened up vast fields of honey and bliss will find that some issues do not disappear by substituting one religious pantheon for another. 

What is it with these guys?

And they are always guys. I am going to talk about two cases of men in New Age groups who had to know that their sexual acting out was immoral but did it anyway. When it threatened to become public knowledge, they were swift to duck for cover. Words no longer had any meaning; it’s all circumlocution. This is, for me, key for discerning the pathology. Cardinal Edward Egan was caught in a nasty argument about condemning gay priests for the cost of paying retribution to abuse victims. His response was classic: "I would just say this. The most important thing is to clean up the truth. And the truth is I have never said anything." Of course, the truth is, Your Eminence, that you said many things. Just because your statements were lies and double talk does not cancel them out or make us deaf. They just require cleaning up. (Hint: the truth doesn’t need a thorough cleaning. It’s us, Eminence).

But before I discuss the cases of two men I know personally, I want to talk a bit about the public discussion of sex abuse. It seems there are two paths, and both have severe limitations. One is complete denial and silence; the other involves talking too much. 

Swami Muktananada hid behind the religious persona of a holy man and never admitted to having sex with underage girls. It came to light after he died. The religious sect he established continues to say nothing. The irony is that everyone knows about his sexual behavior. If followers believe in Sidda Yoga and his successor, Gurumayi, they are asked to participate in the public lie, and Muktananda gets away with his sins in the name of a higher good. The brother of his anointed successor was expelled from the group for sexual misconduct, and his name was expunged like a scapegoat. The income stream was protected.

The Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh was also a serial abuser, but he never pretended to be a celibate holy man. In Osho’s case, drugs clouded the picture. In my view, neither were models for living a spiritual life. It is stupid to rely on Muktananda, Gurumayi, or Rajneesh as role models to guide a life of integrity.

My example of talking too much is a man I knew who wrote a book hoping to become the poster boy of registered sex offenders. Jake Goldenflame was convicted for molesting his daughter, served a jail sentence, and then worked hard to get on Opray to talk about it. He wrote Overcoming Sexual Terrorism: 40 ways to protect your children from sexual predators (2004). I spoke with him weekly when he began his project. He eventually hired a ghostwriter with a track record and produced his book. His goal was to become the expert on protecting children against the likes of himself. In the end, to quote one of his critics, Kathleen Parker (April 2, 2005, The Spokesman-Review): “His self-outing is a form of therapeutic confession that purges his own demons while imposing them on the rest of us. He feels better, and we need a bath. Our passive complicity constitutes, if not tacit approval, at least a level of involuntary involvement that is both voyeuristic and prurient.” I should not have tried to help him. He defended his pathology by refusing to deal with it. He set a trap, and I fell for it, I suspect, out of some impulse to be fair-minded and even-handed. I didn’t recognize the pathology, and the pathology remained unchallenged.

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I write with a heavy heart. On June 28th, my great friend Stan Stefancic died; We communicated briefly after he was diagnosed with cancer, and I tried to express how much I appreciated our friendship over the years. I remembered our conversations. We could talk to each other in a no-holds-barred way, even when we disagreed. Our worldviews overlapped, and we generally held similar opinions and assessments. The bone of contention was what actions were appropriate. Stan was far more conservative, supporting the status quo. Me, I am no company man.

There was one situation where the obligation of friendship prevented me from talking openly about a case of sexual exploitation by a man we both knew. Now I can talk about it. Before, the consideration that he and this man were also friends held me back. Stan used his considerable skills to try to craft a settlement to address the young girl’s needs. He failed. I remained hesitant to write, endlessly weighing the pros and cons. However, I am no longer obligated to be silent, or perhaps it has become the obligation of friendship to speak up, and I have been freed to speak. What I wish to discuss goes far beyond friendship.

The other case is a man who abused his daughter. I’ve known him for many years. We were in Claudio Naranjo’s SAT Group. I heard about his abuse from his wife whom I’ve known for decades. The mothers of both girls are dear friends, and I trust them to talk with their daughters and speak the truth. These mothers also tell me they do not talk a lot about the incidents because it restimulates the abuse. 

I cannot name names. Both the men I’ve talked about are still alive. In neither case was there a formal accusation or trial. The man from the SAT Group disappeared into obscurity in a small town on the East Coast, and the other still has a position in the Hoffman Institute. I do not have the resources to undertake an investigation, nor would it be appropriate. I am not a party to the injury. Their mothers have not taken legal action. They need to create a safe space so that their daughters have a chance to heal—another reason why abuse remains in the dark. 

However, in a broader sense, we were all injured by both men’s abuse. This is what I want to talk about. It is a difficult conversation for all of us in the spiritual community because it reflects poorly on the work of personal self-observation I value. Like the priests of my youth or Swami Muktananda, who provided comfort and reconciliation and then destroyed it, these men's actions have obstructed the path of introspection for other people. 

But we must find ways to talk about sex abuse. One of the mothers wrote, “It’s difficult to even think about. And when this happened in your own family, it’s really hard to believe it. Yet they can’t remain hidden since they’re incredibly toxic if they do.” The first step seems to be to admit that there is abuse. 

However, just holding abusers accountable does not seem to be enough. Looking at the history of a few very high-profile cases in the Zen community leaves me with the impression that permission to blame tends to restrict the conversation to blame. Communities write up what they consider to be clear ethical statements for their members and teachers or others in positions of trust and then imagine that they have fulfilled their responsibility. But the cycle of blame does not end. Sometimes, removal and discipline of the offender bring back some semblance of normalcy, but in almost all the cases I am familiar with, there is a stubborn layer of rehashing the argument that persists. Why?

Is it because the insult to our sexuality is so intimate that it touches a deep level of personal trauma--a trauma that remains unresolved and ever ready to raise its nasty interior argument? Was it that the trauma was never really addressed? Denial has thousands of dark paths. That was my situation when Bob Hoffman’s sexual abuse surfaced many years later. 

Is it because, in our attempts to be OK with co-workers of sangha members, we gloss over the subtle, covert, and offensive sexual messages that come from a staff member who had been deeply involved in a sex cult before he or she sought therapy? We’ve simply failed to identify the depth of the pathology. This was the situation with Jake Goldenflame.

Is it because after the sexual revolution of the Summer of Love, the new normal has become so muddied the water that personal boundaries are weak and ineffective? There is a thin line between setting boundaries and not judging individual choices. In cases of pedophilia, the harm is so clear that it should not be hard to keep boundaries, but in many cases, the boundaries vanish. That was undoubtedly the case of many Roman Catholic bishops and religious superiors who chose saving face over weeding out and exposing the relatively few priests and religious who abused young men and women and nearly destroyed an institution that has guided and comforted men and women for thousands of years,

Was it that in these cases, the sexual nature of the abuse forces it underground, and when it surfaces, the sudden reaction is uncontrollable? Or is it instead that we, despite our practice, have not been able to move past “the blame game?” 

It is our obligation. The practice points to the only way we can heal: deal with our reactions, settle what was hiding, and examine ourselves before and after we lay blame. Of course, it will be different for each of us. Because I cannot recommend a general fix-all, it does not free us from the obligation of dealing with ourselves.

None of the above discussion, however, removes any consequences for an abuser’s actions. I will tell anyone connected to the Hoffman Institute, directly and without hesitation--you are complicit. You can ask some hard questions if you are considering one of their programs. The organizers allowed this man to escape with no consequences, personal or financial. He is still in good standing within the organization and in the financial stream. And they have failed in their first duty as a therapist, “to do no harm.” They’ve poisoned the well. 

Mindfulness!

The Module on Mindfulness: 

What is mindfulness?

We all have some idea of what it is. We’ve all heard the word. We hear it quite a bit, don’t we? It might have been one of the things that drew you to this webinar. Most of us have been to workshops where the leaders used some version. Most of us have tried to understand and practice it to some degree.

So what is it?

Questions and responses. (Is it possible to have a whiteboard and a “scribe”? LOL. We're getting the assumptions and previous learning out there.

Is it meditation?

Is it a process you do to prepare for an exercise, a visualization, or something else?

Is it a breathing exercise?

Is it religious or spiritual?

Is it a visualization?

Is it Buddhist?

If it is Buddhist, what are the sources of the practice?

Does it take long to learn? Or can you ever really learn it?

How is it different from a “normal” or ordinary state of mind, our normal walking around attitude and habits?

The answer to most of these questions is halfway correct, and they provide a great jumping-off point. But, and this is a big caution, the term mindfulness is fairly recent, and it’s taken on several new meanings and understandings depending on who is using it and in what context. It is not static. Modern neuroscience has added something to our knowledge and insight.

But in our rush to make it scientific, we've also cut out some elements that seem religious or prescriptions of behavior. We may want to be spiritual rather than religiously Buddhist. I have no real objection to the inquiry, but it also might have eliminated a few critical elements, or that is my suspicion, so I’ll briefly review its history before we dive in.

The source is the relatively early Buddhist text, the Satipatthana Sutta, originally in Pali, associated with what is known as the Elder Tradition, the oldest Buddhist school. The oldest text is two thousand years old, though it certainly existed as oral instruction for monks much earlier. These instructions were passed from one generation to the next as oral teachings. They were memorized word for word. It is a relatively short text. Even today, especially in Sri Lanka and Myanmar, which used to be called Burma, most monks and many laypeople know the entire text. They’ve memorized it. I’ve met them.

The Satipatthana Sutta is translated as “The Foundations of Mindfulness.” Sati, the Pali term translated as “mindful,” simply means “remember.” So, it is not an exact translation. There is not much Buddhist philosophy. The emphasis is on specific exercises for purifying the mind, including even how to count the breaths correctly.

Although associated with meditation, the practice of sati itself is not a meditation. It is sometimes done while you meditate, but it can also be done while walking, standing, or even sleeping. It should not be confused with vipassana meditation (which it often is). Vipassana is known more widely in the West as “Insight Meditation.” Mindfulness practice and Insight Meditation made their debut in the West when two, Joseph Goldstein and Jack Kornfield, stayed in Asia when the Conflict in Vietnam was raging, shaved their heads, and spent several years doing formal study as forest monks. When these men returned to California, they took off their robes and began to teach what they called Insight Meditation. They also taught sati practice. It attracted the attention of several clinical psychologists, who started to use various adaptations in therapy. Neuroscientists have also found that the practice can have remarkable effects on the synapses of the brain. (some have made incredible claims, but extraordinary results are new; in the two-thousand-year-old text, at the end, is a list of expected results from anywhere between seven years and two weeks of practice, and yes, they are all remarkable. Some things never change).

And you’ve been promised some remarkable results if you practice some form of Mindfulness.

Before I tell you to just be present and count your breaths, let’s examine the practice in detail and see what might be required. I am trying to opt for the non-religious or meditative version of the practice, but ironically, the earliest Pali texts give us the clearest introduction regarding the steps involved, the actual practice, and the overall understanding.

Starting point:

We are not creating a new way of thinking or believing. Mindfulness is not a new state of mind. It is not something you might get from a pharmaceutical intervention, like taking LSD or Ayahuasca.

It has to do with the ordinary day-to-day working of your mind. A concise answer about what it is might be to rule out specific definitions or descriptions of what to expect. We are not trying to change our minds or adopt a more helpful, different way of acting or behaving. If we discover something that appears new, better, or more exciting, we can be sure that it was already there and we just weren’t seeing it.

Even if I were to say that we are trying to learn a new way of seeing what’s happening, I would be wrong. So why don’t we see it? (most people who practice mindfulness do see and understand things that they previously not been aware of)

We get distracted. Human beings all get distracted. Almost anything outside our minds can be a distraction from what’s happening in our minds. A smell can trigger a memory; a single word can trigger an emotion related to something that happened in the past; a gesture reminds us that we were attacked one dark night. So this is an actual, normal reaction of our minds and something helpful; we may want to buy what smells good, we may want to avoid the person or situation that was triggered by the emotion, we may turn around and run from a situation that might become dangerous and not turn out well.

But these mental clues might also be false alarms, confusing a critical part of regular brain activity and giving us incorrect information. Have you ever heard that in a dangerous situation? You have to calm down, breathe deeply, and look around you to see what is really going on.

We are not necessarily in a life-or-death situation learning Mindfulness Practice, but the first piece of advice is the same--breathe. Count your breaths, 1 to 10. Start each count on the inhalation and end it when you breathe out. If you lose count, go back to 1 and start over. Keep it very simple. There is already a lot going on.

Then, we become aware of our bodies. How are we holding ourselves? Where are the strains, the tensions, the actual pain? What does it feel like? It may be the same as that night you were attacked, but right now, you are just sitting comfortably in a chair. If you pay attention to that area, does it disappear? You just allow your attention to go where you feel the contraction and rest. Does it change?

Then, we may start to see that the person you are at this moment is not the same person who was scared on the night you were attacked. So, just notice who is doing the breath counting and being aware of his or her body right now, not back then.

This is Mindfulness Practice. It might differ from how you usually experience your breath, thoughts, body, and idea of who you are, but it is not alien. It is just deliberately turning your focus inside your mind for a definite period. It helps us focus and train our attention so that we do not get distracted by everything happening outside ourselves.

When we first start doing this, we may experience discomfort. We will want to stop, but that is OK. I recommend that you start with five—or maybe ten-minute periods. It is called “Practice.” You may notice that your concentration improves, and you are less jittery or anxious. I cannot predict what will happen for you, but most people notice definite results over time.

Practice period (Probably 5-8 minutes, lots of silence).

Notice how you are sitting. Just make sure that you are going to stay awake. We will only be doing this for a bit longer than 5 minutes. Notice how uncomfortable you feel if you are uncomfortable or anxious.

Begin counting your breaths, 1 to 10; begin counting on the inhalation and end it on the exhalation. If you can't get to ten, simply go back to 1 and begin again. It is normal to lose track of the counting. This is not a contest.

Notice the quality of your breaths. Again, don’t try to change anything. Just notice if you are breathing deely or shallowly, rapidly or slowly. Is your breath labored?

2-3 minutes in silence

Do you notice any pains or tensions in your body?

Scan quickly from the top of the head to the toes. (3-4 minutes)

See what happens when you direct your attention to the part of the body that is tense or painful.

Who is doing all this?

Silence for 3 to 4 minutes,

Open your eyes, see where you are right now, see the room, readjust to the screen and the other Zoom participants.

Intimacy in the Temple Courtyard

Last night, my friend Kumar asked me to share what I understood about “intimacy.” I immediately understood him to be talking about more than just a concept, a feeling, the interrelationship of the lines and colors in a design, or even an attribute of human love. One might be able to base the concept of intimacy on feelings, relationships, or even the elements of design and still miss the point.

I love Kumar deeply and know he is going through a creative crisis as he formulates the final project for his degree at a prestigious design college. My immediate instinct is to help him in any way I can, but I know all too well that he is the creative genius and source of his own inspiration. Trying to be helpful might block him. I can point in a direction or share my own experience, but I cannot cancel the dilemma.

I mumbled something about my experience of intimacy being connected to my meditation practice. “Yes,” he said, “I’ve heard that meditation is connected. Can you tell me more?” He’s a young man with different sleep needs, so I begged off and said good night.

When I woke up, I found my mind flooded with memories of that period when I was trying to solve my first zen koan in the meditation hall. I can’t count the times that Aitken Roshi would try to soften the blow of my frustration and disappointment of a failed response with his gentle pointer: “Not intimate enough.” It became my mantra that I would carry back to the meditation hall. If I tried to forge an “est” business-like plan to achieve deeper intimacy, of course, that didn’t help, but it didn’t stop me. When I tried to figure out what “Intimacy” really meant linguistically, that was not much help either. Recalling instances of deep intimacy, usually sexual, leads into a deep thicket of regret and failed relationships. A feeling of intimacy, or a memory of that feeling, was not the key I needed.

I've spent long hours in the meditation hall. Oftentimes, it’s felt like a long, tough haul with very few rewards. But somehow, I was able to keep sitting. When I learned that sometimes, or often, or perhaps all the time, seeking the rewards of discovery actually stands in the way of practice, it helped enormously. The reinforcement of an opening is usually such a surprise; it is so rare and hard-won it’s almost like an archeological excavation on Mars digging for the lost continent of Atlantis. If handled well, such as Doris Lessing's writing about the Representative of Planet 8, it might bear fruit. But this is not for mere mortals. We have to deal with what we’re given, and eventually, I did have a profound insight into what I have been given, which I will perhaps talk about at more length another time.

But it’s the exploration of intimacy, with no agenda, that I want to pursue.

Sometimes, actually often, these few words, “Not intimate enough,” kept coming back, a deep refrain in all my meditation. And they still do.


I’ll turn to another koan (Case 37, Mumonkan): “The Chestnut tree in the Temple Courtyard,” “庭前柏樹子.”
A monk asked: "Compared to what was the intent of the ancestral founder coming from the west?”
Joshu (Zhou) said, "In front of the hall, a cypress tree.”

I was at the Angela Center in Santa Rosa for a long sesshin. I can’t recall if I was having an easy time or experiencing a lot of pain in my meditation; that really doesn’t matter, but I do remember exactly where my seat was, back in the far northeast corner of the hall, far from the offering table with the Buddha’s statue but right next to the main door. I had gone into Tarrant Roshi’s room twice a day, and my response became clearer and clearer. I will not speak of any “correct answer” or give away something about time-honored practice, but after I responded, he just nodded and asked if I was ready to move on. Something inside said no that there was more there for me to experience. A koan can keep lots of mysteries locked up inside.

So I went back to my seat. After dinner on the third or fourth night, we sat for another long period of meditation and then the usual closing ritual. In that moment, my mind was having a lot of difficulty staying tightly focused, something that I usually enjoy during long periods; I thought, well, it’s the end of the day, why don’t I give myself a wide open field?

Suddenly I was back at San Francisco’s Legion of Honor attending the opening of an exhibit that honored a gift of a wonderful collection of illustrated books to the Museum’s collection by Reva and David Logan, parents of my friend Jon Logan. I was wandering through a series of small rooms, every now and then edging my way through to the front of the crowd to catch a glimpse of a wonderful illustration. The collection was rich. A sampling: Joan Miró’s À toute épreuve by Paul Éluard, Pablo Picasso’s Le Chant des morts by Pierre Reverdy, El Lissitzky’s Dlia Golosa by Vladimir Mayakovsky, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner’s Umbra Vitae by Georg Heym. But the attention required to make out intricate designs on relatively small book pages induced a kind of narrow, tight focus.

I rounded a corner and had to look down to pay attention to the few short steps into the main hall, but when I looked up, in front of me, an entire wall of Matisse’s paper cutouts. The onslaught of bright color and form took my breath away. These were not framed posters you bought at Ikea, not the lavish prints that I’d treated myself years ago at MOMA in New York. These were the actual shapes that Matisse himself cut out and arranged on larger pieces of paper when his hands could no longer hold his brushes steadily enough to paint. There he was, an old man, holding his pencil taped on the end of a long stick to etch the lines of leaves, slowly, carefully, but freely, with the skill and care of a practice that traced back hundreds and hundreds of years. I traced their roots back to that legendary tree in the temple courtyard.




It was of course a kind of illusion, what zen meditators call makyō, and usually something to be handled with caution, like dreams. John was just leaving the hall after the service, and I reached out and touched his shoulder. He grabbed my hand, and we returned to his interview room. He asked me what had happened, and I blurted out a bunch of words. Then he asked me to show him the chestnut tree in the temple courtyard, and yes, really, there it was.

Thank you, M. Henri Matisse, for getting so intimate with your colored paper, your pencil, and your scissors. Thank you, David and Reva Logan, for your generosity. Thank you, Bob Aitken, for just pointing to where I might find intimacy, Joshu, for pointing to the chestnut tree, and John Tarrant for grabbing my hand as I was about to wander off. And thank you, Kumar Abhishek, for asking me about intimacy and then letting me fall asleep in your arms. May you shape your design faithfully, lightly, and freely.

Words cannot describe everything.
The heart's message cannot be delivered in words.







at February 22, 2021

Raksha Bandhan

Tradition bids me tie a ribbon on your wrist 

To say that you and I are related,

And it will always be

No matter what

What husband, what wife, 

what daughter, what son,

What lover, what friend,

May kisses, caresses

Abound.

May wounds be few.

No matter,

There will be love.

What prizes and honors won, 

Include the ones you lost,

What joy, what laughter, 

what grief, what loss,

What trouble, what pain, 

what fear, what tear, what discovery, 

Embrace it freely.

In this moment

You are my world.

We are blood and yet so different

It makes no difference

What barrier, what fence

What wall, what boundary.

Cross, venture, explore,

A postcard now and then might be nice.

Calls are also cheap these days,

But neither is required.

I know there are only so many 

Seconds, minutes, years granted to us.

Use them as best you can.

As best we can.

I will try.

Make mistakes,

I will join you.

We are forgiven in advance.

You are encouraged to make as many as possible 

Unharmed or even injured.

Try to stay safe.

Continue please. 

You encourage me.

Forgive me if I have hurt you.

It was not intentional.

I know that I can be blind and careless.

You are also forgiven.

The world as we find it

Is a blessing.

You are part of my world.

Sounds trite

But it’s true.