Beyond the Breath: Extraordinary Mindfulness Through Whole-Body Vipassana Meditation
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M.Glickman's approach is unique--he takes a mediation practice deeply rooted within a historic Buddhist framework, and gives it a modern-day, scientific spin--he presents sensation based viapassana meditaiton and Buddhist principles in 20th-century language, secularizing ideas that may sound exotic, off-putting, or out-dated. Glickman's passion for the topic, as well as his great understanding of Buddhist concepts, make this an inspiring read.
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Beyond the Breath - Marshall Glickman
PREFACE
WHY I WROTE THIS BOOK
Like many so-called spiritual seekers, I started meditating when I was struggling and open to change. It was my senior year in college and I was confused about what to do after graduating. At the time, it seemed I had one of two choices: either to follow my freedom-loving and searching side, the one that studied philosophy, traveled during the summers, and experimented with recreational drugs; or to heed my success-is-real-important suburban New York Jewish upbringing—the part of me that gunned for A’s, knew my G.P.A. down to the second decimal point, and could rattle off a list of the country’s top law schools. Ultimately, I abandoned my childhood plans to become a lawyer or a professional of any kind, but it left me anxious. Looking for some peace of mind, I turned to Zen meditation.
Zen promised a take-life-as-it-comes fluidity that I lacked and a way to live well no matter what I did for a job. I was drawn to Zen’s quiet dignity, and my twenty-year-old self found its mysterious methods appealing. I began meditating twenty to thirty minutes a day alone in my dorm room.
Meditating was a real struggle at first. Simply staying still for ten minutes was challenge enough—and then my ankles and thighs would burn from sitting in the half-lotus position. By the end of most meditation sessions, I was shaking, drenched in sweat, and ready to pounce on the alarm clock. But I was intrigued—and desperate—enough to stick with it. I liked the heightened intensity meditation brought to moments I would have otherwise thought of as uneventful. And I savored those times I could completely focus on one thing. Within a few months I was waking at 4:30 a.m. to sit with a local Zen group. In the evenings, I usually put in another hour by myself, doing two to three hours a day.
Meditating increased my concentration and clarity of thought. It made it easier to appreciate life’s simple
pleasures. After returning from early morning sittings, I’d watch the sun rise over Lake Michigan and be moved to tears or shouting by the beauty of the pastel display reflected off the water or jagged ice. Other times, seeing steam dance in a ray of sunlight could take my breath away.
At the time, I thought meditating was getting rid of my anxiety. In retrospect, I see that while it did quiet my mind some, I hadn’t genuinely come to terms with what bothered me. Back then, I saw emotions (at least the negative ones) as something largely to be conquered. I eagerly lapped up books filled with stories of meditators having powerful, transforming experiences after years of cross-legged concentration or during intense retreats. Some accounts spoke of complete freedom from unhappiness. I became convinced my petty self could be transcended if I worked hard enough. So I buckled down, bent on—I’m embarrassed to say—the quick, it-could-happen-anyday-now enlightenment plan.
For seven years, Zen was my anchor. Meditating helped maintain my sanity while I worked a sixty-hour a week job, and it was my steady companion through a series of mostly unsuccessful or nonexistent relationships. I might forget to call a girlfriend, but I rarely missed a day of sitting. And while I might be reluctant to take a vacation, I regularly attended Zen retreats called sesshins (week-long, silent meditating-fests) which entailed sitting eleven to twelve hours a day.
During one session, however, my Zen mooring was literally beaten loose by a Japanese Zen master and his wooden stick. At this retreat, during a private meeting with the teacher, I complained of being unmotivated. (Maybe,
I said, it’s because I’m not in as much pain as I used to be.
) In a flash, the teacher pulled me forward and smashed his kyosaku stick on my back. He stung me again and again with sharp blows as he told me to shout my koan. I hollered REALLY LOUD and long and lost track of the whacks, occasionally wondering why I didn’t run or grab his stick.
Afterwards, I found my back badly bruised; between my shoulder blades sat a shiny purple-and-blue lump the size of a baseball. Oddly, it didn’t hurt much, but I was dazed. The kyosaku is part of the Zen tradition, but I’d never heard about anything like this. Usually, one gets a few strategic swats on the back for a burst of energy. And in western countries, a meditator only gets hit if he requests it. This pummeling clearly went well beyond that and it sent me into a tizzy. I felt stuck between quitting the retreat and rejecting Zen or trying to understand what had happened. Unable to do either, I threw myself into meditating and tried blocking out everything else.
Maybe the teacher had intuited that I was ripe for such a pounding; maybe in Japan he had received many such floggings from his teacher and he didn’t realize he was overstepping cultural boundaries. I can still wrestle with the ethics of that whomping. Was it wrong? On principle, I know it was. But as it turns out, he did me a favor.
During that retreat, even as I continued to flounder, my concentration became very strong as I clung to my koan. Eventually the combination of struggle and effort wore me down and I just gave up and went limp. Then, everything dropped away except for an awareness of pure, formless, universal energy—what some, I think, would call God. It’s hard to say how long this view
lasted, but I felt no doubt about its reality. It wasn’t a thought; it was something I had come upon. My overwhelming reaction was of awe and then, later, a big aha.
Now I knew what the expression the cosmic dance
really meant. Infinite, all-pervasive energy underlies everything and is everything. We may think we do our own thing, we may even exercise our own
will, but I saw that our life and all things are fleeting, ever-changing expressions of this energy.
I got no sense of whether this energy was benevolent. As far as I could tell, it simply was/is (if in a dizzyingly awesome way). But its very existence had implications. It confirmed that making spiritual matters central in my life was my best—and only real—choice. It gave me a more powerful conviction than ever that an Ivy League career didn’t matter, but that working on myself and helping others did.
Despite the gain for my pain and gratitude for the expansive view, I didn’t conclude that the smashed-back route was the way to go. I recognized how unbalanced I was. My lump helped me see that I had turned enlightenment into a goal as though it were an achievement that could be won. One of the reasons I had started meditating in the first place was to learn to be more process- and less accomplishment-oriented. Yet, clearly I hadn’t changed; I was as results-oriented as ever.
I didn’t disavow Zen or stop meditating, but I did soften up a bit. I became more open-minded about other spiritual paths (and nonpaths). I faced the fact that despite years of serious meditating, I was still often inflexible, defensive, and hard-edged. Simply being able to comfortably recognize those flaws was a change itself; I doubt it was a coincidence that around that time I found myself in a healthy relationship, eventually marrying and having children.
Echoing the generally gentler me, I started doing yoga and changed how I meditated. Instead of working on a Zen koan, I’d just sit as still as possible, trying to be aware of whatever presented itself. I drifted toward a popular form of Thai-inspired vipassana meditation, taught at the Insight Meditation Center.
Vipassana takes a softer approach than Zen (at least as Zen is usually practiced). There are no prodding sticks, loving-kindness meditations are part of the practice, problems in the community are openly addressed, and an egalitarian spirit runs through the organization. Instead of a single head teacher, different teachers take turns leading retreats. And unlike Zen, which seems to attract more men, vipassana retreats draw a balanced gender mix.
Though the gentleness and community’s openness was welcome, I found that the form of Insight meditation I first practiced didn’t take me as deep into the mind-body complex as the type of vipassana meditation I advocate in this book. It also didn’t foster the keen awareness of emotions, which seems crucial for greater sensitivity and self-understanding. While all forms of vipassana meditation aim to bring its practitioners to complete mindfulness, in my experience one method does a better job of this than others (detailed in chapters 4 and 9).
At some point, it became clear (with some prodding from those close to me) that I needed to do more than just meditate. Although most acquaintances probably saw me as a peaceable, friendly, environmental activist, my aggressive and insensitive side indicated unexplored and unreconciled territory. I began psychotherapy with a woman whose even-handed and sympathetic directness helped show me how I ran from uncomfortable feelings. Although this therapist has no ostensible spiritual leanings or training, in many ways her advice echoed Eastern teachings: the best way to learn about my feelings, she advised, was simply to feel them.
Some months after beginning therapy, I accidentally learned about a different, lesser-known (at least in this country) form of vipassana which is often identified with its main teacher, S.N. Goenka. While Mr. Goenka refers to the method he teaches simply as vipassana,
it could be called sensation-based or whole-body vipassana, as the practice directs meditators to focus on sensations throughout their body. I didn’t know this, though, before signing up for my first Goenka-style course. And once I discovered his method was different from what I expected, I was initially annoyed. For the first few days, I ignored his instructions, preferring what I thought of as meditating without any method or agenda.Yet, soon after giving the sensation-based technique a try, I recognized Mr. Goenka was really on to something.
It quickly became clear that sensation-based vipassana fostered better moment-to-moment awareness. It gave a way of experiencing emotions directly and nonverbally so they weren’t overwhelming or alienating. Accessing the mind via the body made it easier to work with psychological scars that surfaced; it narrowed the gap between what is normally considered conscious and unconscious. And without any deliberate effort, my heart opened wider than it ever had. I’ve always tended to be more head- than heart-oriented, so discovering a spontaneous compassion told me I’d truly found something. I left the course excited and impressed by the technique, which continued to have an effect well beyond the normal, few-weeks-after-retreat glow.
Subsequent vipassana retreats deepened and expanded upon my initial experiences. They’ve brought greater insight into the unsubstantial, fleeting nature of life, a deeper, wordless recognition that we indeed own nothing, an understanding of how we multiply or can reduce negative states of mind, and an enlarged sense of internal spaciousness—leaving enough room for experiencing even anxious, angry, or fearful feelings without them taking the joint over. These realizations came gently, more like a dawning than a lightning bolt.
Incorporating sensation-based vipassana into my daily life has changed my inner world; it’s lessened and turned down the volume on repetitive, unhelpful thought patterns, put me more at ease, and helped me become a more caring person. I’m not implying I’m beyond neurotic wheel-spinning, cantankerous behavior, or falling into old habits, but even while I’m in the midst of those difficulties, there’s often still a measure of freedom I didn’t have before. And when I do get overwhelmed or irritable, I’m better able to catch myself and am more apt to quickly apologize if I’ve hurt someone. Giving attention to my actual feelings has added a depth, calm, and clarity to lessons learned in psychotherapy (enough so, that I eventually, comfortably stopped therapy).
Yet, obviously, I’m no spiritual master. So you may be wondering, am I qualified to teach this method? Well, no . . . but then again, I don’t see myself as a teacher. I believe there’s a big difference between writing about wisdom and instructing others in person. A teacher should be, if not the perfect embodiment of his or her teachings, at least significantly closer to living it than the rest of us; a writer only needs to be near perfect on the page and direct you to an excellent teacher.
Alas, I fall short as the perfect writer too, but at least I’m qualified for this job. Partly because I’ve been writing for many years, and partly, ironically, because of my very lack of spiritual aptitude. As a seasoned journeyman who’s tried different methods, read many of the best known books on Buddhism, and absorbed an American-influenced Buddhism from the trenches, I have insight into the ways many of us tend to misunderstand the Buddha’s teachings.
It’s been said that we learn more from our mistakes than our successes—and I think that’s true—but only if we eventually have success; otherwise we just keep making the same mistakes over and over. If I hadn’t been around the spiritual block before coming across this variety of vipassana, I wouldn’t know just how lucid and exceptional Mr. Goenka’s method is. And I wouldn’t have become so devoted to finding out why it works so well (the answer to that takes up much of this book) or been so careful to clearly explain Buddhist principles so everyone can easily understand them.
In the few years I’ve been practicing sensation-based vipassana, I’ve made more progress and formed a much deeper understanding of Buddhism than in the previous sixteen years of doing other types of meditation. While I may have been unusually dense, this only highlights how effective this method is.
I used to be cynical about the very idea of happiness, convinced it could only apply to someone who lacked depth. Now I see I was totally wrong. The Buddha taught a sophisticated yet direct way to complete, unshakeable contentment. While I’ve got a long ways to go before mastering the complete or unshakeable part, I’ve never been happier. And I feel so grateful for that grace, I want to share it.
After I first recognized the effectiveness and ingenious simplicity of this mediation technique I found myself thinking, This is awesome! Brilliant! This must be how the Buddha meditated!
Sometimes these thoughts were followed by, How come I’d never heard about this before?
This book exists so that fewer people will say just that.
INTRODUCTION
AN ANCIENT PRACTICE FOR RIGHT NOW
The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It should transcend a personal god and avoid dogma and theology. Buddhism answers this description. If there is any religion that would cope with modern scientific needs, it would be Buddhism.
—Albert Einstein
It’s tempting to get on a soapbox and proclaim why Buddhism is so needed at this troubled moment in history. The Buddha’s path offers a time-tested, simple, yet powerful way to peacefulness, unconnected to dogma or celestial promises. It seems the perfect antidote for the frayed nerves, rampant materialism, and epidemic cynicism that are now so prevalent.Yet, while nearly everyone is disturbed by the state of the world, while nearly everyone bemoans a society that pushes what really matters—love, morality, and wisdom—to its margins, to hear someone gripe about it is tiresome; it quickly sounds like nagging.
Personal troubles, however, are a different story. Whether it’s our friend’s, a celebrity’s, or even a stranger’s problem, we can hardly get enough. And of course when it comes to our own problems, we’re totally captivated—even while they drive us crazy. How can I get rid of these beasts?
we wonder. What can be done about this gnawing in my belly?
These were the questions the Buddha asked himself.What caused his uneasiness and confusion? To find the answers, he worked like a scientist, making no presumptions and observing the truth within himself as objectively as possible. Eventually, he found what he was looking for: total freedom and inner peace, a resolution to the human dilemma. As some marketing whiz might put it, he took stress reduction to its omega point. Then, with an open hand, he offered his remedy to anyone who was interested. He knew whoever followed it could find the contentment he did—and if done en masse, would give us that harmonious society we all long for (without the sermons).
A BRIEF HISTORY
As a renowned historical figure, the Buddha is naturally surrounded by legends and competing beliefs. There are some basic facts, though, that most everyone agrees upon: so we might as well start there. First, he was a man, not a divine being, born Siddhartha Gautama in northern India. His father was either a king, a prince, or a clan chief. In any case, his dad had power and wealth and made sure his only son had it good: fine food and clothes, dancing courtesans, athletic training, and the best education.Yet, despite these advantages, Siddhartha found he wasn’t really content. Seeking to find out why, he gave up his privilege and possessions and set out on a spiritual search. He studied with wise men and ascetics, fasting, prostrating, cogitating, and meditating. Though he mastered each technique and pushed himself mercilessly, he didn’t find the peace he sought—until he set out on his own. Then, while meditating under the now-famous Bodhi tree, he found complete enlightenment, unbounded wisdom, total contentment, and lasting happiness. It was as though he roused from a deep sleep and was awake for the first time.
After absorbing this new vista for a while, the Buddha began teaching others what he had learned, so they too could find peacefulness. He laid out a prescription, best known as the Noble Eight-fold Path. When asked to sum up his teachings in the simplest terms possible, he said: Abstain from unwholesome deeds, perform wholesome ones, and purify your mind.
After this, things get a bit messy, especially for those interested in reproducing the Buddha’s results for themselves. The Buddha’s fundamental insights—that life is suffering, that nothing is permanent, that there is no self—are widely agreed upon by Buddhists of all stripes. So is the need to follow moral guidelines and meditate. But how exactly did the Buddha meditate?
It seems there will never be a definitive answer to this question—though the sensation-based method of vipassana that S.N. Goenka teaches has a legitimate claim on being that original method. Buddhism in Burma, where Mr. Goenka learned this method, has flourished for over a thousand years, largely untouched by the changes the practice underwent as it spread eastward into China, Tibet, and Japan. This original practice is grounded in the ancient Buddhist texts called the Pali Canon. This collected work is a record of what the Buddha did and taught during his lifetime, including how to meditate. Using these words and other references in the Canon, one can make a reasonable claim that the practice Mr. Goenka teaches is either the exact method the Buddha himself used or one he’d advocate for lay people (see chapter 9 for