All Is Krishna: A Profile of Ravi Ravindra

Printed in the Winter 2013 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Overweg, Cynthia. "All Is Krishna: A Profile of Ravi Ravindra" Quest  101. 1 (Winter 2013): pg. 10 - 14.

By Cynthia Overweg 

For decades, Ravi Ravindra has been a voice of compassion and hope. He has traveled the world speaking to diverse audiences about the need for a transformation of human consciousness. Ravi's search has led him to the teachings of G.I. Gurdjieff, Jiddu Krishnamurti, yoga, Zen, and into a deep immersion in the mystical teachings of the classical Indian and Christian traditions. He is the author of a number of books, including Science and the Sacred: Eternal Wisdom in a Changing World; Krishnamurti: Two Birds on One Tree (both published by Quest Books); The Yoga of the Christ; and The Spiritual Roots of Yoga. In the spring of 2012, when Ravi was at the Krotona School of Theosophy in Ojai, California, giving a seminar on the Rig Veda, he sat down for a number of interviews and talked about his life, his spiritual mission, and his gratitude to those who have helped him on his inner journey. The following is a synthesis of several hours of interviews.

Theosophical Society - Ravi Ravindra is an author and professor emeritus at Dalhousie University, in Halifax, Nova Scotia, where he served as a professor in comparative religion, philosophy, and physics. A lifetime member of the Theosophical Society, Ravi has taught many courses at the School of the Wisdom in Adyar and at the Krotona Institute in Ojai, California. When Ravi Ravindra was a teenager, he was searching for his own way in the world, as most adolescents do. He doesn't remember how it happened, but one day he found himself reading from the works of an Indian sage who made a deep and lasting impression on him. In the writings of Swami Vivekananda, the principal disciple of the nineteenth-century mystic Sri Ramakrishna, Ravi discovered someone who spoke to his longing to understand the mystery and significance of life—a very tall order for a precocious teenager, or any adult for that matter. At the time, Ravi was struck by one particular statement made by Vivekananda: "I am a voice without a form."

Vivekananda opened a door to a new dimension of understanding for a young man whose curiosity and energy were impossible to contain. "Vivekananda had a very big influence on me," he recalls. "He appealed to me because he said with clarity what I was vaguely feeling. Of course, he spoke from an inner authority; I was just a kid, but that's how I felt." Ravi was about fifteen years old when he first encountered Vivekananda's published essays and lectures. He resonated with what he describes as Vivekananda's "religious fire." Ravi is now seventy-four years old, and his admiration for Vivekananda is as strong as ever. "I'm still inspired by him more than any other religious figure."

While he found a lasting connection to Vivekananda in his teens, Ravi's spiritual search actually began long before he was old enough to appreciate the treasures of Indian philosophy. He was eleven when his father introduced him to a priceless gem. His father loved poetry and often read poems aloud to anyone who happened to be passing by. "It was his idea of being on vacation—he'd sit outside in the sun with a pile of poetry books and read for as long as he could," says Ravi.

On one occasion, his father read to him from the Bhagavad Gita. "At the time, I had no interest in the Bhagavad Gita. I didn't even know what it was, and I didn't care." As his father read the nineteenth shloka (verse) of chapter seven, Ravi listened politely, never dreaming he was about to hear something that would stay with him the rest of his life. He quotes the verse from memory, along with his father's comments about it:

"What the shloka says is this: "At the end of many births, a wise person comes to me, realizing that all there is is Krishna. Such a person is a great soul and very rare.' Then with a seriousness that stays in one's impressions deeply, my father turned to me and said, "You know, Ravi, I can tell you what these words say, but I don't know what it really means, and I wish for you that you will find a teacher or teaching that will assist you to understand its real meaning.'"

 It's been sixty-three years since Ravi heard that shloka for the first time, and it still focuses his attention on what is most important to him. "It's my life's project. My mission is to realize that "all there is is Krishna.'" Everything else—his books, workshops, and seminars—are all an expression of that one aim. Those cherished words from the Bhagavad Gita suggest the possibility of realizing the Oneness of all there is, but to actually experience that Oneness is quite another matter. "It's the central emphasis of the entire Indian tradition, especially in the Upanishads and Vedanta, but only the greatest sages, perhaps Ramakrishna or Ramana Maharshi, could vouch for this from their own experience. The rest of us, myself certainly, can merely quote the sages and the texts," Ravi points out. Yet one can try to approach this great mystery with sincerity and humility, and with the clear understanding that one is not the center of the universe, he suggests.

Ravi was born in 1938 in the Punjab region of what was then British India. He was the sixth of seven children and grew up in an upper-middle-class household where multiple languages were often spoken at the dinner table. His father, Dalip Chand Gupta, was a well-known and highly respected lawyer who knew Hindi, Punjabi, Urdu, English, Sanskrit, and Farsi. His father encouraged a free exchange of ideas through animated discussions often centered on British constitutional law, a topic of great interest as India inched closer to independence from the British Empire.

His mother, Puma Devi Goel, devoted her life to her family, and, like many Indian women of her generation, she was illiterate. At the time educating women and girls was not seen as either necessary or important, not only in India, but in much of the world. Women in British India were not granted universal voting rights until 1929, an accomplishment in which Annie Besant played a role while president of the international Theosophical Society. "Annie Besant was just remarkable," says Ravi. "In addition to everything else she accomplished, she founded the first Hindu college in Benares [now Varanasi]. I feel I owe a cultural debt to the Theosophical Society and its founders. It was the first Western group to speak up on behalf of India's religious and spiritual traditions, and today it's the only organization I know where one can explore any serious tradition of substance."

In keeping with Indian custom, Ravi's parents had an arranged marriage, which he remembers as caring and stable. Most of his childhood was happy and content, but in 1947, the partition of India opened his eyes to the scourge of religious intolerance. He was just nine years old when colonial India was undergoing the agony of being split into two separate and independent countries—India, with a Hindu majority, and Pakistan, with a Muslim majority. The partition triggered the largest migration in human history, forcing approximately ten million people to move across newly defined and bitterly disputed borders. Hundreds of thousands of Hindus and Muslims were killed when massive violence erupted throughout India.

In the midst of this tragic and historic event, Ravi stood on the veranda of his two-story childhood home in the Punjab town of Sunam as angry mobs gathered in the streets below. And then the unthinkable happened—it's a memory he recalls with difficulty. "I saw a young kid being thrown into a burning fire and a woman who was pregnant being pierced through her stomach," Ravi says quietly. "It drowned out most of my previous childhood memories, and it's the reason I never had an interest in religion. I was a card-carrying member of the Communist Party when I was a boy because I was against the priests. But Vivekananda freed me from the notion that priests are relevant to spiritual concerns. Religion has almost nothing to do with spiritual practice or discipline."

To illustrate his point, Ravi compares religion and spirituality to love and marriage. They can coexist, but at the same time they can be separate. "I don't think one needs to be against religion, as I used to be, but the problem is that religious belief interferes with inquiry," explains Ravi. He is quick to acknowledge that some religious organizations provide much-needed social services, like caring for homeless families or providing food and shelter during natural disasters, and for that he is grateful. "But if one wishes to nourish a spiritual body, not merely an intellectual inquiry, but to undergo a quest or a search, I am persuaded that religions have nothing to do with it."

When Ravi first came to North America in 1961, he was a twenty-two-year-old postgraduate student with a master's degree from the Indian Institute of Technology. Showered with academic invitations, he was offered doctoral scholarships at Caltech, MIT, and the University of Toronto. He chose to study in Canada because he wanted to study with Professor J. Tuzo Wilson, a well-known geophysicist who was in Toronto, and also because the Commonwealth Scholarship from Canada offered to pay his travel expenses.

While his academic achievements were swift and impressive (he holds an M.S. and a Ph.D. in physics from the University of Toronto, as well as an M.A. in philosophy), what he needed for his inner life could not be found by accumulating knowledge in academia. Ravi puts it this way: "Philosophers always talk about knowledge. Aristotle said, "A man by nature wishes to know,' but the need for meaning is just as strong. There can be no meaning without a relationship—what is my relationship with myself, with nature, with God? And the heart of any relationship is love. Knowledge isolates one more and more. In analysis, you can break down anything into smaller and smaller parts and so your attention is isolated from everything else."

Ravi was searching for a higher level of consciousness, and he wanted to meet someone who could point him in that direction. He was lucky enough to have his wish fulfilled. He was thirty years old when he met the woman he describes as his spiritual mother. The meeting came about through a friend who had introduced Ravi to P.D. Ouspensky's seminal book In Search of the Miraculous. The book illuminates what the twentieth-century spiritual teacher G.I. Gurdjieff called the Fourth Way or the Work. The Gurdjieff Work can briefly be described as a practical approach to self-inquiry that can awaken the possibility of inner freedom.

In 1968, Ravi met sixty-three-year-old Louise Welch, a senior member of the Gurdjieff Work in New York. He saw in her a higher level of being, a finer quality of energy that he wished to develop in himself. She became his teacher, and her husband, Dr. William Welch, a cardiologist, treated Ravi like a son. "Mrs. Welch is one of the most influential people in my life. She was less interested in what a person manifests at present because she could speak to what a person could be or needed to be," says Ravi. She suggested that he read The Voice of the Silence by H.P. Blavatsky. At the time, Ravi was not familiar with Theosophical literature. "I cannot say that I understand The Voice of the Silence, then or now, but something in me resonates with it deeply," he says. "Mrs. Welch was very appreciative of The Voice of the Silence, and it may also be relevant that her first teacher in the Work was Alfred R. Orage, who had been the general secretary of the Theosophical Society in England for a while."

Throughout his life, Ravi has been blessed with the good fortune of learning directly from spiritual visionaries. By 1979, when he was forty-one years old, he had developed a rapport with two revered spiritual icons—Kobori-roshi, a Zen master, and J. Krishnamurti. Kobori-roshi invited Ravi to study with him in Japan, and at the same time Krishnamurti invited him to come to Ojai to direct some aspects of his foundation. As a result, Ravi found himself in crisis and sought advice from Mrs. Welch. He recalls what she told him: "Before you decide about these things, I want you to work with Madame de Salzmann."

A few months later, in February 1980, Ravi met the woman who had been the head of the Work since Gurdjieff's death in 1949. From that point forward, Jeanne de Salzmann, who was then ninety-one, became his spiritual mentor. He later wrote Heart without Measure, a book in which he painstakingly and lovingly describes his experience under her guidance until she passed away in 1990. "If you found yourself wanting to tell a lie, however subtle and indirect, you would find the lie becoming more audible to you in her presence," says Ravi.

While his relationship with Krishnamurti remained close, Ravi does not characterize it in a student/teacher context, largely because Krishnamurti never encouraged that type of relationship, but also because he didn't feel that way himself. "I always had questions about his teaching. I couldn't believe that the traditions were all wrong, that no effort was needed; that there is no teaching, no teacher. I just don't agree with all these formulations. Maybe I'm too influenced by the Gurdjieff Work, but it has helped me, and Krishnamurti helped me too."

For decades, Ravi has balanced and synthesized what he has learned from his own experience and from the spiritual traditions of East and West. He often points out that while the great philosophical ideas of India depict various levels of consciousness, the same can also be said of Christianity when one explores its inner dimensions as the Gnostics did. "We're not appreciating the Buddha or Christ because they had some nice theories about Reality, but because of the kind of persons they were. I am persuaded that truth cannot be known, but it can be embodied."

He is drawn to Christian mystics like Teresa of Avila, Meister Eckhart, and St. John of the Cross, and although he is not a Christian, he is frequently invited to speak to Christian groups about the mysticism and beauty hidden beneath literal interpretations of Christian texts. He can quote chapter and verse from the New Testament by heart, and then just as easily find something in the Upanishads that corresponds to it. The Indian and Christian traditions coexist happily in him. He explains it this way: "I wish to search for subtler and subtler levels within the tradition of my birth as well as other traditions. The subtler levels can be perceived only by subtler organs of perception, which need to be developed. As St. Paul said, "The eyes of the flesh see the things of the flesh and the eyes of the spirit, the things of the spirit.'"

To be able to see with eyes of the spirit suggests there may be an alchemical process involved in the spiritual evolution of a human being. If that is true, where does one begin?

For Ravi, the state of not knowing is its own beginning. "I feel a sense of mystery that I don't know all there is to know, and in fact, cannot know all there is to know," he offers as something to ponder. "Mystery is openness to what may come—a willingness to be surprised, a sense of wonder. To me, a sense of wonder is real food for the spiritual body. If it is open to this, the mind can be blown over."

Ravi has had his mind blown more than once. On one such occasion, he remembers hiking on Mount Tamalpais, north of San Francisco, in an area surrounded by redwood groves and spectacular views of the sea and the Marin County hills. He became quiet as he looked at the scene before him. "The sun was setting and I was so touched by the beauty, I literally could not keep standing. Only two or three times in my life have I had that feeling of otherworldly beauty," he recalls. "These types of experiences or impressions are spiritual food."

In the spiritual traditions of both East and West, what we feed ourselves, not just physically but also spiritually, is regarded as important. On the physical level, one can choose to eat junk food soaked in grease or healthy, organic food, and the body will respond differently according to the type of nourishment it gets. "But spiritual nourishment belongs to a dimension in which language is not adequate," Ravi says. "It can invite the inquiry, "Why am I here? Was everything designed to produce me? Why is humanity here? Why is the planet here?' This is food for the spiritual body because these questions nourish the aspect of myself that wishes to relate to the vastness—for me, this is food."

And perhaps it is also a step along the way to realizing that "all there is is Krishna."


Cynthia Overweg is a journalist, writer, and playwright. She has written for The Los Angeles Times, Ventura County Star, and other publications. During the Balkan War, she was a war correspondent and photographer. Her travels with various United Nations relief agencies were the basis for a film she produced on the effects of war on children. Her film, The Great Bronze Age of China, was aired on PBS. Her plays have been produced in Los Angeles, New York, and Pennsylvania, and include a play based on the life of H.P. Blavatsky. She contributed a profile of Joy Mills to the Spring 2012 issue of Quest.


Our Closeness Is This

Printed in the Fall 2012 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Boyd, Tim. "Our Closeness Is This" Quest  100. 4 (Fall 2012): pg. 124-125.

Theosophical Society - Tim Boyd was elected the president of the Theosophical Society Adyar in 2014. He succeeded Radha Burnier.There is a principle that functions as a sort of touchstone for many of us. It is an understanding that we are intimately connected in some way to a greater life—an abiding presence that, when allowed, informs our awareness in profound ways, heightening our understanding and quieting our obsessive thinking process. A great deal of what constitutes our "spiritual life" is involved in creating conditions for a fuller experience of this inner richness. To call this experience addictive would inaccurate, but, once experienced, everything else seems to pale in comparison.

Ask yourself a question: when have I felt safe, calm, peaceful, overflowing with love, warm, kind, expansive? Certainly there have been times when we have had each of these feelings. A variety of circumstances may call them out in us, but there is a common experience that draws them all out. All are things we experience in the presence of a true friend. A friend calls these things out in us. In Buddhism there is a special category of friendship reserved for those people who help us to experience the deepest qualities of our inner nature—peace, joy, equanimity, compassion. These special people are called "spiritual friends". Sometimes they are teachers. Sometimes they are just people who are simply more aware of and connected to an inner source. We love being around them because they seem to bring out the best in us. What is the source of the energy we feel flowing out from them? If you ask them, they would express it in a variety of ways, but the essence of it would be the same. They would say that they have cultivated a friendship of their own.  In the terminology of the world's various spiritual traditions that friend might be called Buddha mind, Jesus, God, Krishna, Higher Self, higher power, or a host of other names.

Some would say, as Shakespeare did, that the particular name is not important—"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." I disagree. In the realm of the inner life all names are not equal. The particular name one uses when speaking to, or even thinking about this most intimate of friends is extremely important. So, the standard is this, whatever name it is that feels comfortable, that heightens your sense of connection is the name for you. It may not work for anyone else, certainly not for everyone else, but it is your link. One of the many mistakes of conventional religion is the narrow insistence on a group think, lock step approach to this type of spiritual relationship. In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna, as an incarnation of God, makes the statement, "By whatever path men approach me, by that same path do I meet them."

Jallaludin Rumi, the thirteenth-century Persian mystic penned a beautiful expression of the closeness of the Friend. It begins with the inner Friend speaking to Rumi:           

            Friend, our closeness is this:

            anywhere you put your foot, feel me

            in the firmness under you. 

Then Rumi's response 

            How is it with this love,

            I see your world and not you?

Much of Rumi's poetry refers to his spiritual mentor, Shams el-Tabriz, as the Friend. Reading it can sometimes be confusing because in his work the distinction between the Friend and the deepest experience of the real is quite fluid. In the realm of mystical experience, the one is the gateway to the other.

Sometimes people balk at the idea of cultivating this inner friendship. It seems like a difficult, complex, or mysterious process. As much as we often speak of the need to simplify, I often feel that we are suspicious of simplicity. Particularly within Theosophical circles, we have been reared on a complex system of thought describing the nature of the universe and the individual. Rounds, races, manvantaras, planes of consciousness, Dhyan Chohans, hierarchies of nature are just some of the features of that description. The breadth and richness of this conceptual framework is inexhaustible, but genuine understanding requires something more than the facts. The missing ingredient can be something quite simple—this quality of relationship that we are calling friendship.

Just to be clear, we are not only talking about our relationships with other people. However, because for most of us that particular type of relationship is familiar, it is a good place to start as an example of something potentially far reaching and profound. As it is below, so it is above. The process of making a friend is something quite familiar to all of us. We know very well how to do it. We have been doing it since we were children. It begins with attraction. In the life of Rumi, his first meeting with Shams is said to have occurred while Rumi, at that time a scholar, was studying some texts. Shams asked him what he was doing, and Rumi's high handed response was, "I am doing something you would not understand." Shams then took Rumi's books and threw them in the water. When Rumi recovered his precious reading from the water, miraculously all of the books were dry. He asked, "How did you do that?" To which Shams replied, "Because I am doing something you cannot understand." At that point Rumi's attraction to Shams was immediate and lasting.

Having recognized some quality of value, next we find a way to be around that person, to spend some time around him or her. As the process goes on we find that we come to know that person better and better. Gradually a closeness develops, a friendship. We become aware of deeper, hidden levels within our friend, things we never knew before. With time we discover that without a word we can sense our friend's mood and thoughts. If we are fortunate enough to have cultivated a friend who genuinely possesses deep qualities of mind and heart, our friendship becomes infused with love. Love magnifies the experience beyond all bounds. It is a familiar experience for anyone who has loved or been in love that the sense of personal boundaries dissolves. When our beloved is sad, we feel sadness. When they are joyous, we too feel joy. This is the process and the result, whether with a childhood friend, or with our truest, most inner and patient of friends. It is simple, natural, and unfailing.

In the book The First and Last Freedom, Jiddu Krishnamurti says, "Love is one of the most difficult things to comprehend. It cannot come through an intellectual urgency, it cannot be manufactured by various methods and means and disciplines. It is a state of being when the activities of the self have ceased. . . .There can be true relationship only when there is love, but love is not the search for gratification. Love exists only when there is self-forgetfulness, where there is complete communion, not between one or two, but communion with the highest; and that can only take place when the self is forgotten."

One of the beauties of the imagination is that it takes place out of sight, internally. This is especially useful in our initial efforts because we need not be concerned about what others think. Unless you tell them no one knows what's going on inside of you.

So, here is an exercise in imagination.

Sometimes when we go to visit with friends we bring a gift. As we become acquainted with our inner friend we will make a point to offer something. What to give? Think of it this way: if some important dignitary was coming to visit you and you had to give them a present, you would make sure that the gift was something of quality, beauty, and value. You wouldn't just pull something down off of the shelf and throw it to them, or regift something that you did not want. This is even more true for our most precious of friends.

People always say of gifts that "it is the thought that counts". In this offering exercise that is a profound truth because what we will be giving are thoughts. So, what to give? It could be anything. For example, I made some banana bread this morning. The act of making it was my gift. With each ingredient, I measured mindfully. I didn't rush. I listened to the music that was playing from my iPod. I smelled the fragrance of the overripe bananas as I mashed them with the fork. I felt the tension in my forearm in the mashing process. In other words, my conscious offering was this fully lived and experienced moment. My gift was as perfect as I could make it. Really, the gift had little to do with the bread. It was more like a garland of thoughts and awareness strung together and presented in the act of making bread. However, it was only the intention to offer this specific moment that made any of this possible.

I, too, received a gift in return. The gift to me was a certain stillness and sense of an enfolding grace during the time that I was making the bread. "Presence" would be the word I would use to describe the feeling. It lingered and colored my day long after the bread was baked and eaten. A side benefit was that everyone enjoyed the bread.

So now, what do I give? This block, mindfully walked, I give to you. This phone call, this meal, this drive, this meditation, this cup of coffee. It all becomes sacred when offered to the friend.


Presidents Diary - Fall 2012

Printed in the Fall 2012 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Boyd, Tim. "Presidents Diary" Quest  100. 4 (Fall 2012): pg. 154-155.

Theosophical Society - Tim Boyd was elected the president of the Theosophical Society Adyar in 2014. He succeeded Radha Burnier.The focus for the month of April was travel. My own travels took me to visit some of our groups in the west and one of our groups near to Olcott. I began by driving up to visit with the folks in Detroit. The group, which meets just outside of Detroit, has been an active, high-functioning group for decades. They have a variety of members and hold public programs most days of the week. I have visited them almost every year for the last twenty. It has gotten to the point that they set the date for my visit, then tell me about it.

Later that month I was headed west. The trip began with Santa Fe, New Mexico, where a small group of members have been meeting for a few years. Carmelo de los Santos, a second-generation Theosophist from Brazil and a world-class violin recitalist, is very active in that group and in one that is forming just down the road in Albuquerque.

From Santa Fe, it was on to Las Vegas for a lively meeting with about thirty members and nonmembers in the area. My host was Terry Hunt, a longtime Theosophist who actually was on the Olcott staff back in 1981, when the Dalai Lama visited and stayed with us. He has a number of first-hand stories about that visit.

Next was Denver, where western national board of directors member Kathy Gann is secretary for the group. We had a couple of days together with a group that is a refreshing combination of young and senior members.

The month's travel closed out in Phoenix, where we had an all-day workshop with members from as far away as Tucson and Sedona. This has been a dedicated and focused group for many years and is blessed with members with a deep exposure not only to the teachings but to the history and context of Theosophy.

Theosophical Society - Tim and Lily with attendees, San Juan Puerto Rico

Tim and Lily Boyd with attendees at the gathering in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

May was another month for travel and visits. My travels took me to Puerto Rico and North Carolina. I had been scheduled to go to San Juan, Puerto Rico, for many months. The purpose of my trip was to attend a relative's wedding. While there I thought it would be nice to connect with Magaly Polanco, a friend and head of the TS in Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic. I thought dinner would be nice. Of course, it ended up with me speaking at the lodge first, then dinner with Magaly and her husband, Eladio, after. The group is devoted and spirited. Even though my Spanish is somewhat less than basic, we talked into the night.

At the end of the month I traveled to Hendersonville, North Carolina, for the Mid-South Federation conference. About forty members attended from the area comprising Alabama, Georgia, Kentucky, North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia. The theme was "Theosophy in Nature," and the location for the conference was matched to the theme. It was North Carolina beauty at its best, with rolling hills, forests, and a lake. Dr. Scott Olsen from Central Florida College was a featured speaker and gave a challenging presentation on "The Divine Proportion." My wife and I traveled on to Raleigh and spent a relaxing two days with Betty Bland, past president of the TSA, and her husband, David.

In between trips we had an extended visit from Elinore Detiger, who hails from the isle of Iona in Scotland. She spent several days with us helping in the library and sharing her bountiful spirit. Elinore is one of those quiet people always working in the background. She is deeply involved in significant projects on more than one continent.

Theosophical Society - Tim Boyd, Radha Burnier, and Diana March of Quest Books  

 Toward the end of May our international president, Radha Burnier, made a long-expected visit. When I was in India for the General Council meeting in December, I had invited her to come. It had been six years since her last visit to Olcott. She combined her stay with us with a world tour that took her to Krotona, London, and the Netherlands. During her stay here she had a chance to meet with some old friends and coworkers—John Kern (adviser to The Kern Foundation), Floyd Kettering (secretary for the Theosophical Investment Trust, and newly treasurer for the TSA), Ruben Cabigting, and others. She also spoke to a gathering of staff and volunteers. More meaningful to me personally was the opportunity for several wide-ranging conversations with her about the TS internationally, its past, and its future.

Diana March of the Quest Book Store (left) converses with Tim Boyd and Radha Burnier.

 

Theosophical Society - Prairie School Graduation StudentsThe month of June began with the graduation/moving up ceremony for the Prairie School of DuPage. By now most of you should be aware of the young school, which has been operating on our Olcott campus since January of this year. The ceremony was held in our third-floor auditorium and was attended by parents and by a number of our staff who have grown quite close to the kids and teachers. It was a joyous mix of playful drama, music, ceremony, and a short speech or two.

Over the Father's Day weekend the Order of the Round Table held its annual campout. Mark Roemmich, head of our grounds and maintenance department, and his wife, Kim, lead the group. All in all about thirty kids and parents were on hand for the campfire, storytelling, s'mores, and a midnight thunderstorm that capped the night's activities.

The library got an upgrade during the month. For some time now Dan Smolla, our head librarian, has been increasing the level of resources for children. Our fledgling children's section has grown, and he has incorporated children's activities into the library. With all of this in mind, Dan and my wife, Lily, got together and developed a plan to make the physical space in the children's section of the library more inviting. They asked artist and recent TSA member Jiana Waddell to paint a mural across the twenty-foot wall at the back of the library, where the children meet. What she conceived and executed over the next few weeks was an idyllic and playful wooded scene. It gives the impression that the back wall of the library has disappeared and you are looking out into the meadow. It was a substantial gift of time and expertise.

Finally, something you will be hearing more about: on July 1 a sudden, powerful storm passed through the Wheaton area. In the fifteen minutes that it raged it knocked out power to over 250,000 people in the area and downed trees, fences, and power lines in every direction. The type of storm is called a "derecho," or "straight wind" storm. This one had winds clocked at more than one hundred miles per hour. Fortunately, on our campus no one was injured, and miraculously none of the buildings were harmed, but seventy-two large trees were either uprooted or snapped in two. It was painful to survey the damage. Going forward, the destruction has motivated us to be more proactive in caring for the grounds and renewing our trees.

Tim Boyd


From the Editor's Desk Fall 2012

Printed in the Fall 2012 issue of Quest magazine. 
Citation: Smoley, Richard. "From the Editor's Desk" Quest  100. 4 (Fall 2012): pg. 122.

Theosophical Society - Richard Smoley is editor of Quest: Journal of the Theosophical Society in America and a frequent lecturer for the Theosophical Society"Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after righteousness," we read in the Sermon on the Mount. All of us have heard this innumerable times, and we tend to take it as a metaphor. But what if it has a more literal force than we usually believe? What if we hunger after justice because it is a vital nutrient, something we need to stay alive just as we need food and water?

 Sometimes justice is more important than food and drink, as we are reminded by the slogan of the Tunisian revolution of 2011, the harbinger of the Arab Spring: "Dignity before bread!" Tunisia was not in an economic crisis when the revolution struck: the nation's economy had grown at a respectable 2"“8 percent per year over the previous two decades, according to Foreign Policy magazine. Libya, whose authoritarian regime also toppled last year, was not hurting economically but was reaping the advantages of a boom in oil prices. Perhaps the best explanation of these events comes from Roza Otunbayeva, the president of Kyrgyzstan, who wrote in March 2011: "The Almighty provided us with such a powerful sense of dignity that we cannot tolerate the denial of our inalienable rights and freedoms, no matter what real or supposed benefits are provided by "˜stable' authoritarian regimes."

Thus it is not mere metaphor to speak of hungering and thirsting after righteousness. Over and over history has shown that people will sacrifice basic needs if they feel that justice and human dignity are at stake. These qualities are not luxuries; they are as vital to our existence as oxygen and protein.

So radical is this need for justice that people will sometimes forge a kind of imaginary justice if the real thing does not seem to be available. This occurs with many personal disasters. Struck with misfortunes"”which so often seem mysterious and inexplicable, so much at odds with any apparent justice"”people will search for faults and misdeeds in themselves that supposedly explain what happened. "I didn't love my daughter enough, so she was taken from me." "I must have been a bad person, because I came down with cancer." Many people who have gone through major tragedies have tormented themselves with thoughts of this kind.

A question then arises: does our need for justice correspond to something that is objectively real? Or are we projecting our own human concepts of right and wrong onto a blind and mechanical universe?

I believe the human thirst for justice corresponds to something real and fundamental in the cosmos. We do not, after all, have needs for things that do not exist. The fact that we must have oxygen in and of itself serves as evidence for the existence of oxygen. Similarly, the acute need we feel for justice attests to a cosmic order that is built on justice. This cosmic order has gone by many names in the world's spiritual traditions: it was known as Ma'at to the ancient Egyptians, and the Hindus call it Dharma.

The mechanism by which this cosmic justice operates is known as karma. You will often see "karma" defined as the law of cause and effect. This is not sufficiently precise. The concept of karma not only holds that specific causes have specific effects, but that the effect is like the cause in some fundamental way: good begets good, and evil begets evil.

It is this intuitive recognition of the existence of karma that, I believe, forms the basis for our deep-seated hunger and thirst after righteousness. Granted, this law doesn't always work the way we think it should: the wicked often prosper while the innocent suffer. Eastern traditions have devised a number of complex and ingenious solutions to explain why this should be so, speaking, for example, of "seeds of karma" that can take many lifetimes to bear fruit.

I myself don't know whether these theories are right. But even apart from them, the law of karma clearly plays itself out in an enormous number of cases, and it's probably safe to say that most people most of the time get exactly what they deserve. Sometimes it even seems that we blind ourselves to this fact by focusing on apparent injustices"”perhaps out of an unconscious fear that we too have scores to settle that we would just as soon avoid.

But all teachings about the law of karma insist that it is inexorable; it cannot be eluded. What sort of attitude should we take toward life, then, since we all know we have done wrong? Should we simply cower in terror of the sword of vengeance that dangles over our heads?

There is, it would seem, only one way out, and it too is indicated in the Sermon on the Mount: "Forgive us our debts as we have forgiven our debtors" (to translate it literally from the Greek). Forgiveness is the way to turn the law of karma on its head, because if we forgive, it inevitably follows that we too are entitled to have our karmic debts wiped out. Although forgiveness is frequently admonished, this reason for it has often been overlooked. In the world as we know it, the law of karma has no exceptions, but it does have a loophole.

Richard Smoley


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