Dear SL,
It's always nice to hear from you. We are not just friends, and actually you are my first spiritual teacher, although I finally left the Church many years ago.
I'm posting here again what I wrote in the emails we exchanged before:
More than twenty years ago, a midway between my sessions with you in your priest room upstairs on Thursday nights, there was a whole week just after one session and before the next, no job, no study, no love affair in those blank days, my whole mind reflecting on a single scene where in a restaurant, my first girl friend told me her decision to marry a long-time-no-see friend of hers, the beautiful sunset vividly remembered, but when I inquired the emotional content, with my mind flashing back and forth, nothing could be conjured up. The week was silently passing. Just on the Thursday morning, the moment I woke up I remembered I had a dream: there was a window in a dark room, with very bright sunshine beyond the window, my girl friend and I facing the bright light out there, my arms appearing to embrace her waist lightly, and a very big mercury-like teardrop lying and curving on the floor - that was my teardrop; awakened to know that I had repressed my emotions, I went through a psychoanalytic recovery with a great help from you - many thanks to you! - a glimpse of truth, one of the rare precious moments in my life!
It is very impressive that you said the Spirit was hovering above us, you were doing your job, I was prepared, while I described the happening diagonally as a zen adventure out of the blue ... no you, no me, no God ........ how beautiful the empty space was ... for there was no need to explain anything.
I would be very grateful to talk with you perhaps in a few days about other themes you touched in your email.
Happy new year 2011,
Tameer
It's always nice to hear from you. We are not just friends, and actually you are my first spiritual teacher, although I finally left the Church many years ago.
I'm posting here again what I wrote in the emails we exchanged before:
More than twenty years ago, a midway between my sessions with you in your priest room upstairs on Thursday nights, there was a whole week just after one session and before the next, no job, no study, no love affair in those blank days, my whole mind reflecting on a single scene where in a restaurant, my first girl friend told me her decision to marry a long-time-no-see friend of hers, the beautiful sunset vividly remembered, but when I inquired the emotional content, with my mind flashing back and forth, nothing could be conjured up. The week was silently passing. Just on the Thursday morning, the moment I woke up I remembered I had a dream: there was a window in a dark room, with very bright sunshine beyond the window, my girl friend and I facing the bright light out there, my arms appearing to embrace her waist lightly, and a very big mercury-like teardrop lying and curving on the floor - that was my teardrop; awakened to know that I had repressed my emotions, I went through a psychoanalytic recovery with a great help from you - many thanks to you! - a glimpse of truth, one of the rare precious moments in my life!
It is very impressive that you said the Spirit was hovering above us, you were doing your job, I was prepared, while I described the happening diagonally as a zen adventure out of the blue ... no you, no me, no God ........ how beautiful the empty space was ... for there was no need to explain anything.
I would be very grateful to talk with you perhaps in a few days about other themes you touched in your email.
Happy new year 2011,
Tameer
2 comments:
i wish to meet your teacher, who is he?
He was a priest in my church when I was a Christian. He is now in Canada. That dream happened in 1982.
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