Alan Watts: Don’t Think Too Much Full Transcript
“A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think well-nigh except thoughts.
So, he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusions. By thoughts, I midpoint specifically, peep in the skull. Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words, of reckoning and calculating. I’m not saying that thinking is bad.
Like everything else, it’s useful in moderation. A good servant but a bad monster. And all so-called civilized peoples have increasingly wilt crazy and self-destructive because, through excessive thinking, they have lost touch with reality. That’s to say, we misplace signs, words, numbers, symbols, and ideas with the real world.
Most of us would have rather money than tangible wealth. And a unconfined occasion is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed. And to read well-nigh it the next day in the newspaper is oddly increasingly fun for us than the original event. This is a disaster, for as a result of troublemaking the real world of nature with mere signs, such as wall balances and contracts, we are destroying nature. We are so tied up in our minds, that we’ve lost our senses and don’t realize that the air stinks, water tastes of chlorine, the human landscape looks like a trash heap, and much of our supplies tastes like plastic. Time to wake up.
What is reality? Obviously, no one can say, considering it isn’t words. It isn’t material, that’s just an idea. It isn’t spiritual. That’s moreover an idea a simple. Reality is this [gong]. You see. We all know what reality is, but we can’t describe it. Just as we all know how to write-up our hearts and shape our bones, but cannot say how it is done. To get in touch with reality there is an art of meditation, of what is tabbed yoga in India, Chan in China and Zen in Japan. It is the art of temporarily silencing the mind. Of stopping the peep in the skull. Of course, you can’t gravity your mind to be silent. That will be like trying to smooth ripples in water over the unappetizing iron. Water becomes well-spoken and wifely only when left alone.
So, will you try an experiment with me? Simply tropical your eyes, and indulge your ears to hear all sounds virtually you. Don’t try to name or identify the sounds, just hear them as you would listen to music. As when you hear a flute or a guitar. Without asking what it means.
And as and when I talk, just hear the sound of my voice. Don’t scarecrow well-nigh what it means. Your smart-ass will take superintendency of that by itself. Just let your eardrums respond as they will, to all vibrations now in the air. Don’t let yourself, or your ears, be offended by improper or unscheduled sounds. If for example, the record is scratchy, okay. You wouldn’t object if you were listening to it sitting by a fire of crackling logs.
[phone rings] Let em ring. It’s just a noise. And pension your tongue relaxed floating hands in the lower jaw. Moreover stopped frowning. Indulge the space between your vision to finger easy and open. And just let the vibrations in the air play with your ears.
You must understand that in meditation we are concerned only with what is, with reality, nothing else. The past is a memory. The future, an expectation. Neither past nor future unquestionably exist. There is simply eternal now. So don’t seek or expect a result from what you’re doing. That wouldn’t be true meditation. There’s no hurry.
Just now, you’re not going anywhere, simply be here. Live in the world of sound. Let it play. That’s all. In the world of pure sound, can you unquestionably hear anyone who is listening? Can you hear any difference between all these sounds on the one hand, and yourself on the other? Naturally, we use techniques and gimmicks to help the thinking mind to wilt silent, and one of them is the gong.
It is a sound at once pleasing and compelling, it absorbs sustentation but watch what happens when it fades out. [gong noise] The one sound becomes the many. The single tone is transformed hands and gently into all other noises. And that’s how the universe comes into being, out of the one energy underlying all events.
So if you don’t have a gong, you can use your own voice, by chanting what Hindus and Buddhists undeniability a Mantra. That is, a syllable of phrase sung for its sound rather than its meaning. Chief of these is the syllable ohm, or auhm, tabbed the pranava, or the sound of God. Considering it involves the whole range of the voice, from the when of the throat to the lips. Take the tone from the gong, and hum it with me.
Now, you can hear all sounds as ohm. There all at some point in the total range of sound, from the when of the throat to the lips, making a spectrum of sound as all colors are originally one white light. But, don’t ask what the sound is, or what it means. Just hear it and dig it I’m with me again. Hum it again. [gong] Ohm.
Let me explain then what we’re doing. We are going overdue with names, numbers, beliefs and ideas, to get when to the naked wits of reality itself. And that this level of awareness, we find no difference between the listener the sound, the knower and the known, the subject and the object. Between the past, the present, and future. All that’s just talk. What is really happening is. [gongs]
And you may wonder, how I can pension the sound going for so long in time. It depends on regulation of the breath, which is vital to the art of meditation, and I’m going to show you how to do this and why. To uncork with, just as you have been letting vibrations in the air play with your ears, let your lungs outbreathe as they will. Don’t as yet struggle any zoetic exercise don’t gravity anything simply breathing.
Now, is this zoetic a voluntary or involuntary action? Or either? Just finger it without taking sides without words. And again, hear my voice as if it wind in the trees of the sound of waves. Yes. Yes. Most of us are short of breath. We never really empty our lungs.
But to make a long well-constructed out vapor you mustn’t gravity it. Imagine there’s a large wittiness of lead inside your neck. And indulge it to fall slowly through your soul to the floor. Pushing and easing the vapor out as it drops, is the vapor out just as you settle and sink lanugo comfortably into a bed. And, when the wittiness reaches the floor, let it waif yonder as if to the part-way of the earth.
Then, let the vapor come back, when in as a reflex without pulling it. And then imagine flipside wittiness of lead in the neck. And again. Let it fall out, long and easy. And once again. You know how do you see what’s happening. You are generating a unconfined deal of energy without trying or forcing. Two things seem to be happening at once, first the outflow of vapor is simply following, happening all by itself. Second, it’s under perfect control.
So, from this practice, you learn to experience, to realize, that what happens to you, and what you do are one in the same process. There is no real separation between one thing tabbed you, and flipside quite variegated thing tabbed the Universe. When you stop talking and naming, they are quite obviously one. So again, let your vapor fall hands out.
All the way. Let it come when on its own, and then out again. Whew. Let’s put the sound on the next outflow. [gong] Ohm. And again, so that you have nothing in mind but [gong] ohm.
[afterword] Then, there is a very constructive mantrum used by an important sect of Islamic mystics known as Sufis. Like all these variegated mantrums, they will be kept up for quite long periods say fifteen to twenty minutes or more, so what I’m giving you are only samples. You can hands do this one with me it goes like this. Allah, allah, all-Lah….”
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