The Path of Sacred Service

By Jonathan Ellerby

Originally printed in the Summer 2009 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Ellerby, Jonathan. "The Path of Service." Quest  97. 3 (Summer 2009): 90-94.

Theosophical Society - Jonathan Ellerby holds a doctorate in comparative religion and is spiritual program director for the Canyon Ranch Resorts. This article is excerpted from his book Return to the Sacred: Ancient Pathways to Spiritual Awakening, published in January 2009The elevator moved slowly to the fourth floor. It was big enough for the wheelchairs and hospital beds that came in and out all day. Since my visits were in the evening hours, however, I was often the only one aboard. I stared at the outdated wood veneer and faded chrome handrails. The dingy floor and doors showed decades of wear and tear, and the occasional moans of the gears reminded me of its history—once shiny, promising, and new.

I always said a prayer as I rode up to the spinal cord injury and amputee unit at the rehabilitation hospital. I wanted to be prepared for an evening of visiting and for bittersweet surprises that might be waiting. When the elevator doors opened, I could feel myself entering a new world.

It was quiet at night—strangely quiet—and the halls were sterile, white, aged. The day was done, and there was a different mood emerging as patients settled in for rest and the staff retreated for the day. A new rhythm emerged: the distant sound of a television, the occasional sharp tone from a computer monitor, the soft ring of a phone in the nursing station.

Staff members were friendly, attentive, and kind; and patients were typically subdued, mostly contemplative, depressed, or tired from the day's physical therapy. They were there because of something serious—something life-altering. Sadly, a surprising number of people on this unit of dramatic and extreme injuries and illnesses were under thirty-five years of age.

Perhaps the inner-city location played a role or perhaps it was the fact that patients from the surrounding rural region were funneled there for the comprehensive services offered at this site. The unit contained an amazing cross-section of society: old, young, diabetics, accident survivors, surgery casualties. A disproportionate presence of Native American and low-income people filled the beds.

Many lived in this rehabilitation hospital for several months; few were there for relatively short stints. Because of the long stays and complicated circumstances, it was an ideal and often challenging place to provide spiritual counseling and emotional support. As part of my chaplaincy training, I'd selected this unit to do volunteer work because I needed to accumulate hours of practice, but more from a deeper need to give back—a desire to serve a community of people who seemed to have little support.

The unit manager was a wonderful and ambitious woman who wanted more for her patients, but the hospital's budget restricted psychosocial care to a minimum. It was my pleasure to offer extra hours. When I began, I felt a sense of valiant pride. I had a secret ambition to be "the one to go the extra mile" in order to help the "less fortunate." I recall my first visit. Only hours after I began my work, it became clear that I'd greatly underestimated my task. I'd also underestimated the costs...and the rewards.

During my first week of visits, I met Vera, a Native American woman who changed my life. She was from a small Cree Nation community in central Manitoba, Canada, and she was dangerously overweight. Vera was in her mid-sixties, but she appeared much older, as she clearly bore the ill effects of a life full of challenge, loss, and chronic health problems. I examined her medical chart and created an image of her in my mind, but when I entered her room, I was shocked.

It took me months before I could fully grasp the overwhelming reality of a body that was truly in decay and deterioration. This was the beginning of that adjustment. Vera's complexion was ashen, she looked exhausted, her size was of concern, and the empty space in the bed where her leg used to be was a sign of worse things to come. There was a faint sickly odor in the dark room, which was scarcely illuminated by a reading light beside her bed. The other bed in the room was empty. The winter night outside was cold and black.

I was a bit nervous as I entered the room and introduced myself. I asked simple questions about her well-being and mood. Vera struck me as a kind of medical iceberg in that even to the untrained eye, it was obvious that any conditions identified were only a visible fraction of an immense complexity at work in her body and life.

I sensed myself already pulling away from her emotionally, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I could feel my heroic intentions diminishing. Rationalizations about why I probably shouldn't spend much time with this patient slowly surfaced. They attempted to hide my growing discomfort.

To my surprise, Vera responded to my presence and was far less reserved than many of the other Native American people I'd worked with in hospital settings. At first she was quiet and just stared at me, and as I ran out of pleasantries, we gazed at each other awkwardly. Vera looked away, and I felt that I'd overstayed my welcome. I immediately thought about leaving, but then she reached out.

"It's nice you came. I'm very lonely here," she said in a faint voice with a Cree accent. She cleared her throat a lot.

"No one comes to see me. My kids live and work back home, and it's so far away that none of them can make the trip. They have their own problems to deal with anyway. My eldest boy used to live in the city here. He would have come to see me, but he was killed two years ago in an accident." She paused and closed her eyes as if to swallow the pain of the memory.

"My husband is gone, too. He died of diabetes. It's been five years." She paused again. Pointing to the empty space in her bed beneath the sheets where her right leg was removed, she continued: "That's why they took this: diabetes. They want to take the other one now.

"How will I get around? Back home on the reservation, most of our streets are still unpaved. There's just dirt. When it rains, you can't get a wheelchair through the mud. But I can't stay here either—it's too lonely in the city. My husband didn't want surgery. He was a fisherman all his life and always worked so hard. He only came to the city once—to the hospital. But he never returned. When he found out how sick he was, he drank himself to death. I never drank. I went to church almost every day to pray for him. I tried to get him to go with me, but I guess we never did get along."

She paused as her breathing became strained. "I always went to church, since I was little. I think he hated that about me. It made him feel guilty about his drinking, so he used to beat me up. I couldn't stop going, though, because it was the only place I felt safe.

"He was always drinking, always angry. And it just got worse at the end. I guess I knew it would be like that, but I'd always hoped it would turn out differently."

There was such sadness in her eyes, and I was at a complete loss for words. The immensity of her pain was more than I could bear. Most patients take their time to share such intimate details about their lives. In the hospital where the majority of my visits were unannounced and unrequested, people usually needed time to build a sense of rapport and connection. Then they'd eventually begin to open up more. Vera was different.

I was thinking about all those visits with patients, always wishing they'd share sooner. I never realized, however, that the timing was really to my benefit. I was unprepared for the sudden and intense nature of Vera's story, and it left me reeling. Up to that point in my training, I'd helped people face many of life's traumas and setbacks. But it was still all new to me, and this was too much and too honest—abuse, loss, illness, poverty, isolation. Then I remembered my commitment: service would be my gift, my path.

So I pulled a chair over to her bed, and we quietly sat together. Vera stared at the ceiling. I recalled a practice that I thought might help me feel better, if not her as well. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined my heart as a large, glowing pink rosebud. Then I took some slow, deep breaths into my belly and imagined it opening into a radiant bloom. I said a little prayer asking for her healing and comfort and visualized a soft white light shining out from my heart to hers. I pictured a beautiful light of healing surrounding her.

Vera turned to me and smiled as I opened my eyes. Her eyes were bright, and she said, "Thank you. Can we say the Lord's Prayer together?" I was caught off guard. It was as if she felt the "energy" I was sending.

"Of course," I replied, and we began reciting, "Our Father, who art in heaven. . . ."

We held hands as Vera led the prayer, her voice growing stronger with each word. When we came to the end, I paused and she continued praying for healing for her grandchildren, children, and community. She prayed for her husband's peace in the Spirit and for the ability to forgive him. She prayed for me and the "hard work of the heart" that I was doing. She prayed for all the people in the hospital—staff and patients. Finally, she prayed for herself. I was moved by the sincerity and generosity of her wishes for me, a stranger. I felt myself choke up with emotion.

"I haven't been able to pray since I got here," she said. "I felt like maybe my life was a failure and that God was disappointed in me. This place can feel so empty. No Spirit. But you came, and I can feel that you care. You want to do what's right. It makes me feel like I am worth something. People do care, don't they? God didn't forget about me. You're the proof!"

My hopes of being a hero dissolved in a wave of deep humility. I was embarrassed for the ways I'd judged Vera in my mind when I had first arrived. I felt her unconditional acceptance despite just having met me. I found myself aware of an awakening in her—and in me as well. As her mood changed, I saw a twinkle in her eye. I felt a sweetness in her voice and presence. As she spoke of her gratitude for my company, I felt myself falling under the spell of compassion that was growing between us.

As I gazed at Vera, I saw images of her at different ages floating through my mind. I saw her as a young mother, a beautiful child, and as an active member of her community. I saw story after story flow through me—a gentle stream of thoughts and feelings.

"Vera," I said, putting my hand on the remaining part of her amputated leg, which was missing from the knee down, "God is not punishing you, and you haven't disappointed anyone. Life isn't easy, and it rarely goes the way we expect. But there's always hope, always change, and always something greater to remember and stay connected to. It's a choice, isn't it?

"I know that your children want you home, and your community misses you as much as you miss them. If we're going to get you back soon, you can help by lifting your own spirit. 'Standing tall' is something we feel inside; it's not about your legs or how fast you move. Try to pray more, and think of the good times that might be waiting ahead. What else can you do with the time you have? Remember springtime at home, and the fresh smell of rain on those muddy country roads."

She smiled and held my hand tightly as I got up to go. "You'll come back?" she asked.

"Of course. Every time I'm here." And I did. I visited her every time I was on the unit. She and I became friends, and her mood and energy steadily lifted. Even though she had to have part of her other leg amputated, I watched the changes in her attitude and saw her resilience grow from one visit to another.

One day when I arrived on the unit, one of the nurses stopped me in the hallway and asked me to be sure to visit Vera. I asked if she was OK. The nurse explained that she'd been doing well emotionally but was experiencing pain in her newly amputated leg.

"Every time you visit," the nurse explained, "her discomfort goes away. We don't have to give her any pain meds for at least twelve hours or more after you leave. When you aren't here, though, she needs them every four hours. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it!"

I was surprised to hear this and felt honored, but I knew in my heart that I wasn't doing anything for Vera. She was doing it, and a Higher Power was at work. Her faith, prayers, and commitment to see the positive whenever possible was her medicine. I was just the lucky person who got to be a part of it.

Love All, Serve All

Vera helped me see that every person—no matter how sick, broken, sad, or angry—has a story and a precious heart within. We all have a tender soul and a life of memories. Each of us lives with the longing to be in the presence of love. As that love in me grew for Vera, I found it easier to "turn it on" for others in need. I found that when I left the hospital, all the love and attention I thought I'd "given away" was somehow still within me. Even after some of the hardest days, I felt tremendous love and gratitude. As I gave, I received.

After I met Vera, I never left depleted or depressed about the suffering I encountered. I walked to my car and made the drive home with a sense of awe and gratitude. I felt filled with love and privileged to be part of the healing journey of so many. Instead of despair, I found myself awakening to the spirit of God and the goodness in all things. The sacred isn't just in nature, beauty, and good fortune. It also resides in hard times, sad occasions, and tragedies—maybe more so. I found light in the darkest moments, hope in the broken, and lessons from the lost. The miracle of love and service is like a lit candle. It can light the flame of other candles. The flame burns without going out or being diminished, no matter how many new candles it lights. This is the path of service.

My practice of service allowed me to realize that the presence of the sacred can be in all things, in all people, and at all times. Good or bad, happy or sad, healthy or sick, we can feel the presence and power of a higher love and wisdom that is there for everyone who reaches for it, regardless of culture or religious beliefs. Giving of myself to others gave me more than I could have ever imagined.

The essence of the path of service is the desire to honor the sacred in the created world through a commitment to help and heal. Rather than turning our attention and energy to an intangible force or experience, we seek to know the sacred in the everyday moments of our lives. We choose an act, a career, or a type of volunteer work through which we can show our devotion and express our gratitude. The writings and recorded lectures of the celebrated American spiritual teacher and healer Ram Dass were profoundly helpful and instructive in my exploration of the path of service. To this day, I recommend his book How Can I Help? to anyone interested in this practice.

Get Involved

The path of service isn't about writing checks to charities or recycling waste at home (although both are important actions). The path of service involves openhearted action—that is, rolling up your sleeves and getting your hands dirty. It's about caring for and working with others without a desire for reward or compensation. It's about being a part of the healing of this world with the awareness that in true healing there's no hierarchy—there's no line to be drawn between the helper and the helped. All people can be healers, and everyone is in need at times.

Your path of service could involve working with children or animals or even healing the environment. You may also wish to help those who are battling poverty, illness, or loneliness. There's no limit to the myriad situations and causes that require support. The key is to give yourself freely, without any self-serving intentions. Honor the sacred in yourself and what you serve. You might volunteer your time, talent, labor, or experience. The path of service simply asks that you make your service an intentional and regular commitment.

Don't let the simplicity of the practice deceive you. To serve without judgment or attachment will test you in many ways. The harshness and injustice of life can defy logic; true service may make you uncomfortable at times. It's always easier to do nothing or claim that the practice isn't right for you. Despite the reasons for resistance, the path of service promises a personal experience of the transformative power of the human spirit. When you seek to love and serve all, you'll find miracles in every step you take.

Much the way Vera taught me years ago, the path of service is about learning to live from the heart. I didn't have to do much to help her. I just had to be honest with myself and fully present with her. I had to trust that I'd never have all the answers, and that would be good enough. To be able to walk with others in the face of life's tragedy and mystery with our hearts vulnerable and eyes open is the cultivation of spiritual awakening.

You Are the Gift

The greatest gift we have to offer is our presence: unconditional, loving, and affirming what is. In service, we come face to face with the Spirit of life and know its astounding capacity to triumph, as well as its delicateness in the midst of uncertainty. If we look at what we resist when we serve, in time it will set us free.

The way we help heal ourselves is a precious dance. Reflecting on his life and the relationship between service and spirituality, Ram Dass commented, "I am arriving at that circle where one works on oneself as a gift to other people so that one doesn't create more suffering. I help people as I work on myself and I work on myself to help people."


Jonathan Ellerby holds a doctorate in comparative religion and is spiritual program director for the Canyon Ranch Resorts. This article is excerpted from his book Return to the Sacred: Ancient Pathways to Spiritual Awakening, published in January 2009. Reprinted with permission of Hay House.


Theosophy in Times of War

By Janet Kerschner

Originally printed in the Summer 2009 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Kerschner, Janet. "Theosophy in Times of War." Quest  97. 3 (Summer 2009): 110-112.

Members of the Theosophical Society have faced war on many levels, as combatants and peacemakers, refugees and healers, workers and visionaries. Theosophists have been keenly aware of the opportunity warfare has afforded to break down social barriers and creatively reconstruct the world according to a new framework of brotherhood.

Leaders of the Society in India and the United States were vocal in their opposition to American neutrality during both world wars. Loving peace, but viewing the world with the perspective of the ancient wisdom, they knew that just wars must at times be waged to transform society. Few members dissented from that vision. During those great wars, American Theosophists engaged in a wide range of patriotic activities. Lodges bought Liberty Bonds and proudly displayed service flags with a star for each member in the armed forces. During World War I, Theosophical club rooms for servicemen were opened near military bases in Houston, New Orleans, Washington, New Haven, Louisville, Rockford, Atlanta, Waco, Columbus, and Little Rock. A typical club provided a library, reading room, Victrola, piano, lectures, and entertainment. Houston hosted a ball in the city auditorium so that 350 heavily chaperoned girls could dance with soldiers from Camp Logan. At least 334 American members served in World War I.

In World War II, Theosophists joined every branch of the armed forces, including WAC, WAVE, WAAC, Army Nurse Corps, and even the Aleutian Air Force. Meeting times changed to comply with blackout requirements. Lodges held concerts and sales to raise money for war relief, collected clothing and food for refugees, and corresponded with servicemen. Many lodges hosted Red Cross auxiliaries, which gathered to knit and sew while a member read aloud from inspiring texts. In 1940 alone, the small Oak Park, Illinois, Lodge supported the war effort with 200 garments and 6490 surgical dressings. Hundreds of thousands of reassuring leaflets were handed out at service clubs, mailed to families, and tucked into the pockets of handmade hospital pajamas.

In 1942, a national convention was held at the Olcott campus, although attendees had to bring along their ration cards. Travel restrictions in 1944 and 1945 changed the focus of the summer gathering to "Convention Everywhere," with identical programs conducted simultaneously nationwide by local groups. Thoughts of American members were constantly with their fellows abroad. Extra Adyar Day contributions from the American Section covered dues for all the members of ten occupied European sections in order to keep them in good standing.

Theosophical periodicals vividly reflect the realities of the world wars. Issues were printed on thinner paper with fewer staples. Adyar's Theosophist could not be mailed directly during the Second World War, but had to be shipped in bulk to Wheaton for redistribution, and one complete consignment was lost when the ship carrying it sank. Articles ranged from theoretical treatises on the nature of war to political commentary, and practical advice for coping with wartime was not neglected. Evolution, the karma of nations, and world transformation all figured prominently in the Society's journals. Writers explored how the Society could provide leadership in the postwar era, a concept that became the main topic for the 1943 International Conference in Adyar. Charles Luntz of St. Louis wrote amusing poems like "The Rommel and the Schickelgrub" (it was a common belief that Hitler's original name had been Schicklgruber) and his son, an Army Air Force sergeant, wrote of "The Soldier's Philosophy."

Members used the turbulence of wartime to heighten awareness of racism and cruelty to animals. Civilian hardships in rationing inspired a Tacoma, Washington, member to introduce vegetarian cooking to the public. To combat racism, Carl Carmer recounted a true story titled "Three Engineers," which told of an incident in which an American fighter-pilot crashed in a river. Three African-American privates from an engineering unit dove through the flames on the water to pull out the unconscious white flier, who survived. "All three were badly burned. All three were happy," he wrote. The Society found new ways to encourage brotherhood and spiritual growth, and opportunities to introduce Theosophical principles in a world that was grasping for meaning.

On the international scene during World War II, members in Holland, Greece, Java, and elsewhere were interned in concentration camps. Australian members in the Manor witnessed a submarine attack in Sydney harbor. Adyar residents trained as air raid wardens. The Italian Maria Montessori, as an enemy alien in British India, took refuge at Theosophical Society headquarters. The American Theosophist serialized the "thrilling" adventures of C. Jinarajadasa (later international president) as he traveled the globe. In 1941 he left England for Capetown, Tanganyika, Bombay, Australia, Java, Singapore, and other ports, to Adyar for Convention, and then on to the United States for an extensive tour before he made it safely back to London. At the age of sixty-seven, he served as a Fire Guard in a helmet and armband, helping to extinguish blazes from German bombing.

Following World War II, American Theosophists worked closely with their counterparts in London to ship over fifteen tons of clothing and food to members of ruined sections. Donations were channeled to specific members of European sections to provide vegetarian products that were not available through other aid programs. Hundreds of letters in our archives document those efforts and the gratitude of recipients. Olcott staff members orchestrated some complex transactions. A man from Omaha donated an overcoat in October 1948, and it was reshipped to New York for the use of international president N. Sri Ram during his visit to the United States and France. Our staff wrote to Omaha, "When he boards the plane for India in France, he will leave the coat behind for the use of a needy European member."

Since the 1940s, war has seldom been mentioned in Theosophical publications, although the Cold War years triggered articles and lectures about atomic weapons and the role of Russia in world evolution. The Society has also participated in United Nations conferences and other endeavors in support of peace. The Theosophical Order of Service shipped parcels during the Berlin airlift and the Korean War, and operated an orphanage in Saigon. In 1975, the American Section helped twenty-five Vietnamese Theosophists to resettle in this country, and two refugee brothers joined the Olcott staff for a while. In recent years, the Theosophical Society in America has sponsored workshops on posttraumatic stress disorder to heal the spirits of wounded warriors, using War and the Soul: Healing Our Nation's Veterans from Posttraumatic Stress Disorder by psychotherapist Edward Tick, a work published by Quest Books in 2005.

Since the 1940s, no conflict has overwhelmed the daily life of our nation to the degree of the world wars, and for that we must be grateful. Looking back at our responses to wartime shows how conflict can energize and transform society. First-hand experience with wars helped the Theosophical Society to exert leadership in the world reconstruction, and our members learned to think in fresh ways about outward manifestation of inner realities.

 

Losing My Religion

By Jay Kinney

Originally printed in the Summer 2009 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Kinney, Jay. "Losing My Religion." Quest  97. 3 (Summer 2009): 86-89.

Theosophical Society - Jay Kinney was the founder and publisher of Gnosis: A Journal of the Western Inner Traditions. His book The Masonic Myth has been translated into five languages. He is a frequent contributor to Quest.Before 9/11, I liked to consider myself a defender of Islam. I never formally converted to Islam and my adherence to sharia (the Muslim code of behavior) was lax at best, but I spent twenty years as a publisher and writer on spiritual affairs visiting Turkey and attending interfaith events, trying to encourage a deeper understanding of Islam in the West. I grew to view the Abrahamic faiths—Judaism, Christianity, and Islam—as one in essence, and ultimately reconcilable and complementary. While I was certainly aware of the fundamentalist camps within these three religions, I enjoyed the luxury of keeping their proponents at a safe distance from my little oasis of tolerance.

And then the World Trade Center buildings came tumbling down, obliterating my oasis.

While I disagree with those who immediately declared that "nothing will ever be the same again," the hijackings and attacks did thrust Islamist terrorism into the limelight and seemed to bolster claims that a "clash of civilizations"—of Islam versus the West—was under way.

However, such notions differed so profoundly from what I had experienced at street level in Turkey and Morocco that I had to call my own perceptions into question. Had I been living in a protected fantasy world where ordinary Muslims' enthusiasm for soccer and pop music had masked their covert "hatred of our freedoms"? Was their eagerness to point out their respect for all "people of the book" mere camouflage for dreams of conquest? I certainly didn't think so, but what I thought was increasingly beside the point. My arena of acquaintance had failed to encompass the more severe terrain of the Gaza strip or the sectarian enclaves in Baghdad, where a mix of Islamic fervor, nationalist resistance, and personal humiliation seemed to result in a steady stream of willing "martyrs."

As the scholar Edward Said was at pains to point out, the notion of a single Islam or Islamic civilization is a misconception. There are many Islams and Islamic cultures, and assuming they share one opinion is misguided.

Still, the Islamists—however few there actually were—and their ready opponents, the anti-Islamists, had hijacked the public discourse about Islam and the West and turned it into a deadly Punch and Judy show. Now, two wars later and counting, it appears that both camps have done their utmost to sell the "clash" to their respective audiences.

As often happens when one is forced to choose sides, the multitude of things in common and the shared humanity of all concerned are replaced by hostile caricatures that feed each other's fears. The battle against the "evildoers" of the other side serves to justify the evildoing of one's own.

Unfortunately, in my own case, despite my conscious refusal to accept the Islamists' version of Islam, which I took to be a set of largely political and sociological grievances overlaid with a few Qur'anic quotes and fatwas, I discovered that my unconscious psyche had its own say in the matter.

I found it increasingly hard to call God "Allah" when suicide bombers were running at their victims while yelling "Allahu akbar [Allah is great!]!" Worse still, I found my appreciation for Islam's greatest mystics and poets—surely a peaceable bunch if there ever was one—eroded by their shared religious affiliation with hysterical bands of fanatics willing to demolish each other's mosques in the name of some sectarian point that eluded me.

The damage was gradual, like dry rot, but damage it was. Like a bystander to the Spanish Inquisition with my own sins to hide, I felt an enormous compulsion to run in the opposite direction, horrified by the bloody spectacle of a religion gone awry.

Were these the ironic fruits of the Islamists' cause? To drive away anyone sympathetic to Islam, and to bully into mute acquiescence those of their own faith, the everyday believers with no axes to grind?

I don't normally pay much attention to the unseen, but I found myself wondering whether a whole swath of radical Islamists hadn't been possessed by a particularly mischievous and virulent herd of jinns intent on wreaking as much havoc as possible. It seemed as good an explanation as any for the moral devastation of sending car bombs into funerals and wedding parties or encouraging fervent "human bombs" to explode themselves in markets.

Yet a still small voice inside me—presumably not that of a jinn—continued to remind me that as tempting as it is to blame a whole religion for the misdeeds of its most extreme exponents, to do so is an injustice—as is blaming all Americans for the misdeeds of those few who act in their name.

Indeed, the question of justice and injustice may lie at the heart of this conundrum. For it is the perception of injustice visited upon the Islamic world by the West that fuels the rage of Islamism. In presuming to fight injustice, the holy warriors and martyrs place themselves in the cause of justice. They assume, as do most religious fighters, that they are on the side of God, who will reward them in the hereafter. As one young volunteer for martyrdom was quoted as saying, "By pressing the detonator, you can immediately open the door to Paradise—it is the shortest path to Heaven."

However, it is a fool's justice that presumes to right one wrong by committing further wrongs. Solomon may have threatened to cut the disputed baby in two as a just resolution for competing claims, but it was only a tactic to discover the baby's true mother. Had the threat not succeeded, the wise ruler would have lowered his scimitar, left the baby unharmed, and sought another way to see justice done.

According to Islam, justice ultimately resides with Allah, and any human attempt at justice is but a poor facsimile and one that should err on the side of mercy. Unfortunately, we see time and again that fundamentalist versions of religions—and not just Islam—serve as magnets for people whose personalities seem to demand the security of a black-and-white worldview.

The satisfaction of moral certainty that comes from unwavering definitions of right and wrong too often translates into a preoccupation with punishing those who fail to measure up. By contrast, the practice of mercy and compassion requires one to not only see things through the eyes of others, but to entertain the possibility that one's own judgment might be flawed. This needn't entail moral abdication or turning a blind eye to outrages, but simply the recognition that absolute certainty is best left to the Absolute.

The Qur'an itself contains a remarkable passage (18:60-82) that teaches caution in judging others. Tellingly, it involves Moses, the great lawgiver.

Moses sets out on a journey with a mysterious figure commonly identified as Khidr, a kind of trickster and emissary of God. Khidr tells him he can accompany him only if Moses maintains silence as he observes what Khidr does. Three times Khidr undertakes baffling actions that seem to violate either common sense or morality. Each time Moses can't keep quiet and protests at Khidr's outrageousness.

Finally, after the third time, Khidr draws the journey to a halt and explains the reasons for his actions. These reveal a higher morality at work—one that only makes sense from a more omniscient perspective than is available to Moses.

One can interpret this in many ways—the most obvious being that Allah best knows why certain things happen. I take from it the additional lesson that if even the great prophet Moses was a fallible and occluded judge of others, who are the rest of us to presume we know better?

From the perspective of the Abrahamic faiths, God may call us to strive for justice, but the devil's in the details, as they say, and one man's justice is too often another's injustice. Justice sought at the expense of innocents is the justice of fools. When this occurs in the name of God, the ultimate effect is to discredit God and religion itself—an ironic side-effect of an overactive piety.

As for my disturbed relations with Islam, I mourn the loss of my idealized image of that great faith. But even without 9/11, it was probably bound to happen sooner or later. Religions, complex phenomena that they are, serve as channels for humanity's best and worst impulses, and Islam hardly has a monopoly on that.

Do we still need a better understanding of Islam? Undoubtedly. But I suspect that those most in the need of a better understanding are precisely those who kill in its name. May they come to their senses, insha'Allah.


Jay Kinney was the publisher and editor-in-chief of Gnosis magazine (published from 1985 to 1999) and is coauthor of Hidden Wisdom: A Guide to the Western Inner Traditions (Quest, 2006). His forthcoming book, The Masonic Enigma, will be published by Harper One.


Enlightenment: Elements of Self-Care

By Martha Libster

Originally printed in the Summer 2009 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Libster, Martha. "Enlightenment: Elements of Self-Care." Quest  97. 3 (Summer 2009): 96-101.

Theosophical Society - Martha Libster, Ph.D., C.N.S., R.N., is an educator and health care historian known internationally for her work on the complementarity of nursing practice and healing traditions, particularly the use of botanical therapies. Her books include Demonstrating Care: The Art of Integrative Nursing, and The Integrative Herb Guide for Nurses.In September 2007 I went to London to present a paper called the Elements of Care, a historical work linking Hermeticism with health, the environment, and the history of nursing. Before delivering the paper, I spent two days doing research in the British Library and had a strong prompting to look at the Mahatma Letters. Amazingly, I came upon these words of Koot Hoomi in an 1883 letter to the London Lodge: "The Western public should understand the Theosophical Society to be 'a Philosophical School constituted on the ancient Hermetic basis'. . . Hermetic philosophy is universal and unsectarian. . . . Hermetic philosophy suits every creed and philosophy and clashes with none. It is the boundless ocean of Truth, the cultural point whither flows and wherein will meet every river, as every stream—whether its source be in the East, West, North or South."* Thus I decided to write this article for Quest.


*This passage can be found in letter 120 of the chronological edition of The Mahatma Letters, page 420; emphasis in the original. K. H's remark regarding the "Philosophical School" is citing a statement by Anna Kingsford, then president of the London Lodge—Ed.

In the Hermetic tradition, enlightenment results from the conjunction of seemingly opposing forces. It may often seem that nature and technology are one pair of these opposing forces, especially as they relate to caring and healing. But there are some peoples, such as the Mayans, who believe that the twenty-first century portends a new era of unification between traditional and contemporary knowledge in the relationship between nature and technology.

While technology can help to save lives, it does not heal in an ultimate sense. Healing requires more than the eradication of disease, because it involves the quest for a holistic understanding of the life lessons that come with every illness. Cancer patients who complete the final course of chemotherapy still need comfort, care, and education that support the restoration of their bodies and energy fields as they explore the meaning that the disease has held for them. Premature infants who "graduate" from the neonatal intensive care unit begin a new phase of healing: adaptation to life without machine noise and nurses. They and their families heal as they work through the process of becoming whole. From infant to elder, this process, conducted by a person's soul and enhanced by the spirit, the higher Self, is anchored in the matter of the physical self.

Hermes Trismegistus, the mythical figure whom the Greeks considered a messenger of the gods and the Egyptians equated with Thoth, the god of knowledge, stated that matter was the "vehicle of becoming," according to H. P. Blavatsky (Secret Doctrine I, 271). It is the embodiment of Self as matter that is the focus of healing. The four essential elements of matter are traditionally described as fire, air, water, and earth, along with a fifth energy, or quintessence, that some of the Greeks called pneuma (literally "breath" or "spirit") and which is sometimes equated with akasha or "ether." (This is not to be confused with the substance that is used as an anesthetic by mainstream medicine.) A healthy person was one who experienced the proper balance of the elements and the activity of pneuma.

The Hermetic texts have inspired paganism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam, and Gnosticism. Eastern religions such as Buddhism, Taoism, and Hinduism share similar concepts and terminology. In these healing traditions, each of the five elements is related to one of the five directions. Fire is usually correlated to the south, air to the west, water to the north, ether to the east, earth to the center.


These traditions also hold that these five elements exist within the Self of every human being. Knowledge of these elements has been revered throughout the ages. In the Celtic tradition, the elements are considered "doorways into an infinite universe" (Matthews, 267). The Prasna Upanishad equates understanding of the elements with the understanding of Self: "All things find their final peace in their inmost Self, the Spirit: earth, water, fire, air, space [i.e., ether] and their invisible elements. . . . He who knows, O my beloved, that Eternal Spirit wherein consciousness and the senses, the powers of life and the elements find final peace, knows the All and has gone into the All." These teachings form the foundation for the traditional medicine of India called ayurveda, the "science of life."

Balance or harmony among the elements is also central to traditional Chinese medicine, Japanese Kampo, Persian Unani medicine, and the medicine wheel of the Native Americans as well as to Western nursing practice and biomedicine. Early Greek medical theory, known as "humoral" theory, the foundation of Western medicine, associated health with balance in the four humors. These humors—yellow bile, blood, phlegm, and black bile—correspond to the elements fire, air, water, and earth respectively. The elements are characterized by their unique qualities: fire is hot and dry; water, cold and moist; earth, cold and dry; and air, moist and hot. By altering these qualities, one could effect change in the elements; for example, one could turn water into steam by applying heat.

Energetic principles are used to describe people as well as remedies. For example, both a person with a fever and the herbal remedy cayenne pepper are regarded as hot. Balancing the elements fosters harmony in the internal and external environments of the person. Thus, if someone is feverish or hot, she might be cooled with a cold water compress or given cool peppermint tea to drink. The environment also includes these elements in the form of temperature (fire), air, fluid (water), and substance (earth) within and around the patient. Diet, rest, and lifestyle, as well as thought, thus affect the internal balance of the patient in relation to the external, physical environment.

Creating a healing environment within and without by engaging the elements and their qualities has been foundational in American health care for centuries. The first half of the nineteenth century provides some notable examples. Prior to the Civil War, American health care was highly pluralistic, since mainstream physicians had not yet established the dominance that they hold today. The title "doctor" might refer to a conventional physician, an herb doctor, an indigenous healer, a homeopath, or a "water-curist," to name a few (Beecher, 279). Americans were encouraged to be their own doctors.

Self-Care and Nature Cure

Connection with nature was a central focus in nineteenth-century American health care. In 1835, American physician Jacob Bigelow read his essay on "self-limited diseases" before the Massachusetts Medical Society, in which he encouraged physicians to rethink their practice of prescribing medicine for all diseases. He stated that "some diseases are controlled by nature alone" and that the physician was "but the minister and servant of nature," who was to "aid nature in her salutary intentions, or to remove obstacles out of her path."

Many other physicians of the period believed that the body had a natural tendency to heal itself and that nature did the curing. Wooster Beach, an American physician who had turned to the use of botanical remedies, wrote in 1843, "In reality we can cure nothing. We can only remove the offending cause, while nature performs a cure; and, therefore, lay it down as a fundamental maxim in medicine, that all the physician can do is, to act as a servant or handmaid to nature" (Beach, 188). The English nurse Florence Nightingale echoed these words on the other side of the Atlantic when she wrote in 1859: "Nature alone cures...and what nursing has to do in either case, is to put the patient in the best condition for nature to act upon him" (Nightingale, 110).

Nurses among the nineteenth-century Shakers, Latter-Day Saints, and Sisters of Charity used herbal remedies extensively in their care for the sick. They routinely prescribed teas and syrups as well as topical remedies such as poultices, liniments, and compresses. It was common for nurses to make their own remedies from the plants growing in their gardens or in local fields and forests and to teach their patients how to make and apply the same remedies. During the time nature took to heal, the patient was nursed with the intent of "alleviating pain, procuring sleep, and guarding the diet," according to Bigelow. The community maintained a number of healing networks in which recipes and remedies were shared freely and lovingly in a spirit of helpfulness and caring.

In the nineteenth century, the expertise of a doctor of any type was determined by his ability to diagnose disease and prescribe medicines. Nurses focused on "sickroom management," applying remedies and creating a healing environment in which nature could effect a cure. Sickroom management included preparing the diet as well as regulating the elements of the patients' surroundings that influenced their health, such as room temperature (fire), air flow, providing pure water for drinking and bathing, and preparing the sickbed and cleaning the area (earth). Ether was represented more subtly in the intention that motivated the care, particularly kindness to those who were ill.

It is not clear that caregivers were generally aware that the roots of their practice lay in the Hermetic tradition. Nevertheless, interaction with the elements was in essence an invitation to enter into the process of becoming Self. The simplest acts of shifting, moving, changing, and arranging one or more of the elements of care was known to affect healing.

Simple Soul-utions

Incorporating the five elements in self-care is vital to the well-being of the student of Truth. As with so many of the ancient ways that have endured the test of time, this kind of care involves some of the least expensive, most accessible, and, in my experience as a nurse, most profound healing solutions. One poignant example can be found in the writings of an American nurse from the mid-nineteenth century, Sister of Charity Matilda Coskery, who pioneered the humane care of the insane. Along with her nurse companions and a physician by the name of William Stokes, Sister Matilda opened an asylum in 1840 in which she implemented moral therapy in the institutionalized care of the mentally ill. The focus of moral therapy was to create a healing environment and to treat each patient with kindness. Sister Matilda wrote that kindness would "forever be the remedy of remedies." She managed fire when she dealt with "warmth" in the regulation of room temperature, body heat, and preparation of the coverings on the sickbed. The nurse was advised to manage fever by arranging bedcovers, administering brandy to increase internal warmth, and applying mustard plasters to bring heat to a desired part of the body. The air element was represented in Sister Matilda's advice on proper ventilation of the sickroom by the simple act of opening and closing windows. Footbaths, shower baths, sweats, and sponging were some of the water interventions used. The earth element was incorporated by way of numerous herbal applications. She recommended poultices of hops for pain and herbal teas for many conditions, just as had the women of her religious tradition dating back to 1633. Sister Matilda specifically addressed applications such as preparing and administering herbal teas and cautioned the nurses that tea preparation was not a "simple matter." Like other "seemingly small things" in the hands of the nurse, it could make the difference between the life and death of the patient.

In many industrialized countries, the image of medicine is often that of a pill or capsule, but prior to the mid-twentieth century, this was not the case. Medicine included toddies, poultices, soups, liniments, salves, hot water bottles, and visits to the ocean. There are numerous examples of these kinds of remedies in the advice books, journals, recipe books, and community records of the period.

Beliefs associated with the use of medicines are passed from generation to generation. Such beliefs include knowledge of the four humors and the importance of the balance of the elements as described in Hermeticism. Another is that the real "medicine" exists within both the healer and the one who pursues healing. Healing modalities from surgery to chicken soup, from lemon compresses to floral waters, are among the forms created and received by people as medicine. Pharmaceuticals, herbal teas, hot baths, and healthy diets are all instruments or vessels of the true medicine that is within the Self.

Many great teachers East and West have taught a path of Self-awareness that leads to a greater understanding of inner medicine. Indigenous peoples' healing rituals honor the healing spirit within that manifests as ether, fire, air, water, and earth in all matter. Eastern rishis have taught the path of Self-knowledge for centuries. Sri Yukteswar, guru of Paramahansa Yogananda, who brought the teachings and traditions of India to America in the early 1900s, taught the following in his book The Holy Science:

Some consider the deities to exist in water (i.e. natural elements) while the learned consider them to exist in heaven (astral world); the unwise seek them in wood and stones (i.e., in images or symbols), but the Yogi realizes God in the sanctuary of his own Self....All creation is governed by law. The principles that operate in the outer universe, discoverable by scientists, are called natural laws. But there are subtler laws that rule the hidden spiritual planes and the inner realm of consciousness; these principles are knowable through the science of yoga. It is not the physicist but the Self-realized master who comprehends the true nature of matter. By such knowledge Christ was able to restore the servant's ear after it had been severed by one of the disciples (Yukteswar, 59, 104).

While the instruments of healing may be worthy objects of exploration, the healer has historically and traditionally been first and foremost the student of Self. It is the Self of both healer and patient that animates, enlivens, energizes, and empowers all medicine. Therefore any and all matter has the potential to serve as an agent of healing to any person at any given time. As herbal teachers have taught for ages, the simplest cures may be right outside our own back doors.

Years ago, I began a search of health care literature for studies of the inner medicine of Self. I think I was seeking what Sri Yukteswar calls the "science of the soul" as it relates to medicine. My goal was to understand a phenomenon I had witnessed for years as a clinical nurse specialist: people seem to heal in a different way when they take an active role in their healing, such as when they make their own medicine. To date I have found only one published study that deals with this science of inner medicine of Self. The study, by Dr. Ruth Davis, explored the experiences of Appalachian women with pharmacopeia. She found that in the experiences of the women she studied, the specific herbs, foods, and over-the-counter remedies were not as important to the healing of a person who was ill as the "meaning in the cultural memories inherent in the acts of caring" (Davis, 425). This finding resonates with the historical research I conducted in 1997, in which I found that a nurse's process of caring and healing (the "how" of healing) is as important to the process as is the product or instrument (the "what" of healing). When people with colds make their own soup, they heal.

Therefore the simple act of medicine making as an expression of Self may be just as if not more important than the product of that act, be it soup or pharmaceutical. Much more exploration is needed; however, history seems to demonstrate that it is possible for Self and the elements of Self known in the Hermetic tradition to be our medicine. Self-care, as earlier Americans knew, is not only vital to individual and family well-being; it is foundational to the health of the American health care system.

Even during the last decades of the industrialization and commodification of American health care, self-care has not waned. Research has shown it to be the hidden health care system, which in its simplicity and connection with tradition has the potential for reforming a system that will better support the millions of uninsured Americans and perhaps help all Americans in their quest for healing, wholeness, and Self-realization.


References


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Martha Libster, Ph.D., C.N.S., R.N., is an educator and health care historian known internationally for her work on the complementarity of nursing practice and healing traditions, particularly the use of botanical therapies. Her books include Demonstrating Care: The Art of Integrative Nursing, and The Integrative Herb Guide for Nurses. Her Web site is www.goldenapplehealingarts.com .



A Sample of Simples

Earth, humanity, and all life forms are in a state of transition. The following is a sampling of "simple" remedies and suggestions for your consideration. The remedies, based on the elements, facilitate transition and change, which are the foundation for all physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual healing.

Fire: Hot water bottle. Fill the bottle three-quarters full with warm water. Place the stopper on the bottle and screw it in most of the way. Burp the bag by gently squeezing the air out. Seal the bag. Put the bottle in a hot water bottle bag or pillowcase, lie down and place over the kidneys (on your back above the waistline). After ten minutes, change the placement of the bottle. Put it on your abdomen at the navel for another ten minutes. Visualize the warmth of the sun charging your solar plexus and kidneys, the seat of the life force, with energy and peace. The adrenal glands, which sit atop the kidneys, are also infused with gentle warmth and the circulation of fresh blood. Breathe fully into the lungs and exhale, hollowing out the abdomen and allowing the navel to move toward the spine as you visualize the love and protection of the sun.

Air: Eardrops. Wind, even a cool breeze, can increase susceptibility to acute diseases caused by viruses in particular. When a person "catches" a cold or influenza, the virus enters through the nasopharynx. People typically feel a cold coming on with sensations such as scratchy throat, running nose, and stuffy ears. These are all normal bodily reactions to viral infection related to what is called "exterior wind" condition in traditional Chinese medicine.
Cut a cotton square into quarters. Place a few drops of herbal ear oil on the tip of a corner of one of the squares. The preferred herbal ear oil is from the mullein flower (Verbascum thapsus). This can be a homemade oil infusion made from the beautiful yellow flowers of the mullein or king's candle plant in olive oil, or it can be purchased.
Put the cotton, oil tip first, into the ear canal. Do not stuff the cotton into the ear; place it gently so that it can be easily removed. Go to sleep and notice how your ears and throat feel in the morning. I have had children tell me that their colds went away within a few hours of putting the cotton-soaked oil in their ears. I have a hunch that stopping the ears for a short period of time lets the nervous system rest and strengthens the ability of the body to adapt to changes, including viral offensives.

Water: Footbaths. Place a small handful of Epsom or Celtic sea salt in a rectangular dishpan and fill the tub two-thirds full with very warm water. Place the tub lengthwise in front of you on a bath towel. Have two hand towels ready to use next to the tub. Put your feet in the bath for fifteen to twenty minutes, long enough to open the pores of the feet. The salt will change the energy field of your entire body, which is holographically represented in its entirety in the feet. (Your feet are your "under-standing.") As you soak in the salt water, remember your origins in the water of your mother and allow your Self to share its "under-standing" of any situation that you face during this transition.

Earth: Liquid chlorophyll. Chlorophyll is the "blood" of the plant and is very similar in molecular structure to human blood. Moreover, plants are important ecological barometers of transition. Attunement with them is helpful in navigating earth changes. Chlorophyll is the product of photosynthesis, a process of transmutation that has inspired plant alchemists throughout time. It has many curative properties, including building the blood and healing wounds.
Taking chlorophyll into the body can help rebuild your connection with the plant kingdom. For your simple alchemical experiment, place a few drops of liquid chlorophyll (preferably made from nettle, Urtica doica) in a glass of cool water. Notice the green color and titrate the amount of chlorophyll used according to the instructions on the product you buy, also paying attention to your body's wisdom. Add the number of drops that make a green color that you like. Take the chlorophyll water in times of stress, illness, fatigue, and when you need to recharge your life force and connection with the earth. Plant foods, chlorophyll in particular, are cooling to the body and therefore can significantly supplant some of the reliance on anti-inflammatory drugs for decreasing heat in the body.

Ether: Smiling meditation. Much tension is held in the face, and much potential for the expression of ether is here too. Smiling relaxes all 300 facial muscles. (So does yawning.) Thich Nhat Hanh's Blooming of a Lotus offers a number of simple smiling meditations. One is "The Joy of Meditation as Nourishment":

Breathing in, I calm my body.
Breathing out, I smile.
Breathing in, I dwell in the present moment.
Breathing out, I know it is a wonderful moment.


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