Polishing the Mirror: How to Live from Your Spiritual Heart
By Ram Dass and Rameshwar Das
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Sometimes illumination occurs spontaneously or, as Ram Dass experienced, in a heart-wrenching moment of opening. More commonly, it happens when we polish the mirror of the heart with daily practice—and see beyond the illusion of our transient thoughts and emotions to the vast and luminous landscape of our true nature.
For five decades, Ram Dass has explored the depths of consciousness and love and brought them to life as service to others. With Polishing the Mirror, he gathers together his essential teachings for living in the eternal present, here and now.
Readers will find within these pages a rich combination of perennial wisdom, humor, teaching stories, and detailed guidance on Ram Dass' own spiritual practices, including:
- Bhakti Yoga—opening our hearts to unconditional love
- Practices for living, aging, dying, and embracing the natural flow of life
- Karma Yoga—how selfless service can profoundly transform us
- Working with fear and suffering as a path to grace and freedom
- Step-by-step guidance in devotional chant, meditation and mantra practice, and much more
For those new to Ram Dass' teachings, and for those to whom they are old friends, here is this vanguard spiritual explorer's complete guide to discovering who we are and why we are here, and how to become beacons of unconditional love.
Ram Dass
Ram Dass is the author of the landmark classic Be Here Now and the acclaimed Still Here and Be Love Now. After meeting his guru in India in 1967, Ram Dass became a pivotal spiritual influence on American culture.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I have so much gratitude for Ram Dass’ teachings. This book provides a brief history of Ram Dass’ experience with psychadelics and his first trip to India where he met his beloved Guru, Maharaj-ji. He graciously shares his wisdom on aging, karma, anger, dying, suffering, and meditation. Ram Dass has such an incredible way of explaining these concepts. Studying his teachings provides me with a perspective that is relatable and calming. He has a way of righting my views of the world and establishing a sense of balance. Ram Dass not only offers wisdom, he shares his personal experiences and how he struggled to apply the teachings of his Guru. His stories are often humorous and remind the reader he is human too. He closes the book with suggestions for practicing these concepts. ~Namaste
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Baba is such a beautiful being and his teaching continues to shape the spiritual landscape of earth.
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Polishing the Mirror - Ram Dass
DAS
Introduction
Being Here Now
BEING HERE NOW sounds simple, but these three words contain inner work for a lifetime. To live in the here and now is to have no regrets about the past, no worries or expectations for the future. To be fully present in each moment of existence is to live in total contentment, in peace and love. To enter into this presence is to reside in a different state of being, in a timeless moment, in the eternal present.
Once you touch this state of pure being, you can never completely forget it. You begin to see how your thoughts keep carrying you away from being in the moment. But being is always here, never more than a thought away. There’s nothing to do, nothing to think about. Just be—here and now.
When our thinking mind subsides, what we might call our heart-mind takes over, and we can begin to live in love. Love is opening to merge with another being, whether with another person or with God (in the end they’re the same). Love is the doorway to oneness with all things, to being in harmony with the entire universe. This return to oneness, to a simplicity of just being, of unconditional love, is what we all long for. This unified state is the real yoga, or union.
Perhaps this book will provide a new perspective from which to view your life. I hope you find living from this perspective a more meaningful and transcendent way of being in the world. To be fully present with ourselves and other beings is to focus on what is truly important in life, and by doing so, we become more conscious and loving.
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
Perhaps you are already an evolved soul who is separated from the One only by the most gossamer of veils, and your enlightenment will be nearly instantaneous. Or maybe you are a more tentative seeker whose mind pulls you this way and that, and you need more constant reminding of where your true Self lies. Whatever your karmic situation is, may this primer of consciousness be a useful road map to help guide you home. Home is where the heart is.
For most of us, it is helpful to set aside some time in each day to devote to spiritual practice, which means scheduling time in our already busy lives. The path of the heart is not hard or easy, but it takes time and intention. Traditionally the best times are early morning, while the world is still quiet, and during the evening, at the close of the day’s activities.
Consider this your time to explore your own inner being, to find more of the meaning of your life. Spiritual practice offers us a chance to come back to the innate compassionate quality of our heart and to our intuitive wisdom. Like shopping for a new set of spiritual clothes, try on these practices of self-reflection, opening the spiritual heart, or selfless service, and see what fits. Then take a look in your mirror and see who you are now and what works for you.
Each of us has our own path to follow, our own karma. You have to honor your own unique path. You can’t imitate someone else’s trip. Listen to your heart to hear what you yourself need, take what you can use from these practices, and leave the rest.
THE ROAD HOME
In 1961, I was thirty and at the height of my academic career. I had a PhD from Stanford University, and I was a professor of social relations at Harvard. I had arrived at a pinnacle of life as I thought it should be, professionally, socially, and economically. But inside there remained an emptiness—a feeling that, with all I had, something was still missing. Here I was at Harvard, the mecca of the intellect. But when I looked into the eyes of my peers, wondering "Do you know?" I saw in their eyes that what I was looking for was nowhere to be found.
In a social or family setting, people looked up to me and hung on my every word because I was a Harvard professor, and they clearly assumed that I knew. But to me, the nature of life remained a mystery. I had a lot of knowledge, but I lacked wisdom. In this state of discontent, I filled my life with all the things I thought I wanted and that were supposed to be culturally fulfilling. I ate and drank too much. I collected material possessions and status symbols: I had a Triumph motorcycle and a Cessna airplane. I played the cello. I was sexually active. But these outer pleasures weren’t giving me the answers I longed for. Deep inside, I had no real sense of satisfaction or contentment.
Another psychologist, Timothy Leary, moved into the office down the hall from me. Meeting Tim was a major turning point in my life. We became drinking buddies. I soon discovered that he had a brilliant mind—brilliant in a way that was different, more open to looking at the world in new ways.
One semester Timothy returned from the mountains of Mexico, where he had taken psychedelic mushrooms called teonanácatl, or flesh of the gods.
He said he had learned more from that experience than from all his training in psychology. I was intrigued. In March of 1961, I took psilocybin, a synthetic version of the magic mushrooms, and everything changed for me. I felt that psilocybin introduced me to my soul, which was independent of body and social identity. That experience expanded my consciousness and changed my view of reality.
Our explorations in psychedelics and subsequent dismissal from Harvard created a stir on local and national news and brought us a lot of notoriety. By that point there was a part of me that really didn’t care about degrees and peer reviews, because the worlds I was exploring were far more interesting than academia. Psychedelics allowed me to cut through my traditional upbringing and tap into realms of mind and spirit that would not have been available by other means. When I got high, I felt like this was who I knew myself to be—a deep being, at peace, in love, and free.
I continued using psychedelics for five or six years, trying to stay in that place of enlightenment, that place of being love. I would get high and come down, get high and come down, touching that state of being love but unable to stay there. I wanted to be free, not high. Ultimately I realized this method wasn’t working for me, and I began to sink into a deep despair.
In retrospect, while psilocybin, as well as LSD, was critical to my own awakening, psychedelics are not necessary to the process of coming into your Self. They can show you a possibility, but once you’ve seen the possibility, to keep revisiting it again and again isn’t necessarily transformative. As Alan Watts used to say, Once you’ve gotten the message, hang up the phone.
Finally you have to live in the world and keep transforming within.
Aldous Huxley had given us a copy of The Tibetan Book of the Dead, and I realized that the East already had maps of these inner states that we were exploring intuitively and without reference points. So in 1966, I went to India in search of someone who knew about these spiritual planes of consciousness. For the first three months, I traveled with a friend who had a Land Rover shipped to Teheran and invited me to join him. We traveled through Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, and Nepal amidst a haze of hashish. But it was just another trip—more of the same, getting high and coming down—more of my own reality, leading to more despair.
Then one day in Kathmandu, Nepal, at a hippie restaurant called the Blue Tibetan, a strikingly tall Westerner with long blonde hair and a beard walked in. He was wearing Indian clothes, and he came over to our table and joined us. It turned out that Bhagavan Das, a twenty-three-year-old surfer from Laguna Beach, had been living in India for several years. After a short time with him, I knew he knew about India. I decided to travel with him to see what I could learn.
As we were traveling through Nepal and India, I would attempt to tell my usual charming stories or ask questions about where we were going. Bhagavan Das would say, Don’t think about the past; just be here now,
or Don’t think about the future; just be here now.
Although he was compassionate, he didn’t involve himself in dealing with my emotions. There was nothing much to discuss. After several months of blisters on my feet, bouts of dysentery, and lessons in hatha yoga, Bhagavan Das said he had to go see his guru in the Himalaya foothills about his visa. He wanted to drive there in the Land Rover, which had been left in the care of an Indian sculptor with instructions to give it to me if I wanted it. So I went with Bhagavan Das.
On our way up to the hills, we stopped overnight, and I went outside to go to the toilet. Under the star-filled Indian sky, I thought about my mother, who had died the previous year of cancer of the spleen. As I was thinking about her, I experienced a powerful feeling of her presence. I didn’t tell anyone about it. The Freudian psychologist in me thought, There you go, thinking about your mother while you’re on the toilet.
THE GURU, REMOVER OF DARKNESS
As we were driving up into the hills, I could tell something was going on with Bhagavan Das. Tears were streaming down his face, and he was singing holy songs at the top of his lungs. I sat in the corner of the seat, sulking. I thought of myself as a Buddhist, and I didn’t want to see a Hindu guru.
We arrived at a small temple by the side of the road, and Bhagavan Das asked someone where the guru was. They said Maharaj-ji was up on the hill. Bhagavan Das went running up the hill, leaving me sitting there. Everybody was looking at me expectantly. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to see any guru. But finally, compelled by the social situation, not by my own choice, I went after him. I was stumbling uphill behind this giant who was running in big leaps and crying.
As we climbed the hill, we came around to a beautiful little field out of sight of the road and overlooking a valley. In the middle of the field was a little old man under a tree, sitting on a wooden bed with a blanket around him. Ten or fifteen Indians wearing white were sitting around him on the grass. With the clouds in the background, it was a beautiful tableau. I was too uptight to appreciate it. I thought it was some kind of cult.
Bhagavan Das ran up and prostrated himself in danda pranam, lying face down on the ground with his hands touching this old man’s toes. Bhagavan Das was still crying, and the man was patting his head. I didn’t know what to do. I thought this was lunacy. I was standing off to the side saying to myself, Well, I’ve come here, but I’m not going to touch anybody’s feet.
I didn’t know what this was all about. I was totally paranoid.
The old man was patting Bhagavan Das’s head, and then he looked up at me. He pulled Bhagavan Das’s head up and said to him in Hindi, Have you got a picture of me?
Through his tears, Bhagavan Das said yes. Maharaj-ji said, Give it to him.
I thought, Gee, that’s really nice, this little old man is going to give me a picture of himself. Wow.
It was the first ego boost I had gotten all day, and I really needed it.
Maharaj-ji looked at me and said something that was translated as, You came in a big car?
He was smiling.
That was the one topic I didn’t want to talk about. We had borrowed the Land Rover from my friend. I felt responsible for it.
Still smiling, Maharaj-ji said, Will you give it to me?
I started to say it wasn’t my car, but Bhagavan Das jumped up and said, Maharaj-ji, if you want it, it’s yours.
I sputtered, You can’t give him that car! That’s not our car to give away.
Maharaj-ji looked up at me and said, Do you make much money in America?
I figured he thought all Americans were rich. I said, Yeah, I made a lot of money in America, at one time.
How much did you make?
Well, one year I made $25,000.
They all calculated that in rupees, and it was a sizable amount of money. Maharaj-ji said, Will you buy a car like that for me?
At that moment, I thought that I had never been hustled so fast in my life. I grew up around Jewish charities. We were good at shaking the tree, but never this good. I mean, I hadn’t really even met this guy and already he’d asked me for a $7,000 car. I said, Well, maybe.
This whole time he was smiling at me. My head was going around in circles. Everyone else was laughing because they knew he was putting me on, but I didn’t know that.
He said we should go and take prasad, food.
We were taken down to the little temple and treated royally and given beautiful food and a place to rest. This was way up in the mountains—no telephones, no lights, nothing.
After a while, we were brought back to Maharaj-ji. He said to me, Come, sit.
He looked at me and he said, You were out under the stars last night.
Yeah.
He said, You were thinking about your mother.
Mm … hmm. Yeah.
She died last year?
Yeah.
She got very big in the stomach before she died.
That’s right.
Spleen. She died of spleen.
He said spleen
in English. When he said
spleen,
he looked directly at me.
At that moment, two things happened simultaneously.
First, my rational mind, like a computer out of control, tried desperately to figure out how he could have known that. I went through every super-CIA paranoid scenario possible, like, They brought me here, and this is part of the mind-screw thing. Or he’s got this dossier on me. Wow, they’re pretty good! But how could he know that? I didn’t tell anyone, not even Bhagavan Das …,
and so on. But no matter how grandiose I got, my mind just couldn’t handle this one. It wasn’t in the instruction manual. It was beyond even my paranoid fantasies, and some of them were pretty imaginative.
Until then, I had an intellectual position on anything psychic or super-natural that happened. If I heard about it secondhand, I would say, as any good Harvard scientist would, "Well, that is interesting. We certainly must keep an open mind about these things. There’s some interesting research being done in this field. We’ll look into it."
Or if I were high on LSD, I as the observer would say, Well, how do I know I’m not just creating this whole thing out of whole cloth anyway?
But I wasn’t under any chemical influence, and this old man had just said spleen.
In English. How did he know that?
My mind went faster and faster, trying to figure out how Maharaj-ji could know this. Finally, like a cartoon computer with an insoluble problem, the bell rang and the red light went on and the machine stopped. My rational mind gave up. It just went pouf!
Second, at that same moment, there was a violent wrenching, a very painful pull in my chest, and I started to cry. Later I realized it was my fourth chakra, the heart center, opening. I looked up at Maharaj-ji, and he was looking back at me with total love. I realized he knew everything about me, even the things I was most ashamed of, and yet he wasn’t judging me. He was just loving me with pure unconditional love.
I cried and I cried and I cried and I cried. I wasn’t sad and I wasn’t happy. The closest I can say is that I was crying because I was home. I had carried my big load up the hill, and now it was all done. The journey was over, and I had finished my search.
All that paranoia washed out of me, and everything else too. I was left with just a feeling of fantastic love and peace. I was in the living presence of Maharaj-ji’s unconditional love. I had never been loved so completely. From that moment on, all I wanted was to touch Maharaj-ji’s feet.
Later Maharaj-ji gave me a spiritual name, Ram Dass, which means servant of God
(Rām
is one of the Hindu incarnations of God, Dass
means servant). He also sent Hari Dass Baba to me as a teacher to instruct me in yoga and renunciation for the next five months.
NOWHERE TO GO
During the months I was in yogi training at Maharaj-ji’s little temple in the hills, I got really high. It felt like light was pouring out of my head.
At one point I had to go to Delhi to get my visa renewed. I went as a yogi. I had long hair and a long beard and māla (prayer beads), and I was wearing white. As I was walking barefoot through Connaught Circus, in the center of New Delhi, I felt the shakti, the spiritual energy, everywhere. I loved it. My newly spiritual ego was along for the ride too.
I put in my visa application and collected the mail from American Express. Then I went to a pure vegetarian restaurant for lunch. I was hungry, but I was maintaining my yogic purity. In India they treat holy people with great respect, but if you’re a white holy man from the West, that’s really