The Power of Breath: The Gift of Self-Actualization Through Meditation
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The Power of Breath - Monica Garcia Duggal
INTRODUCTION
We keep replaying the loops and they in turn, trigger feelings. It’s automatic to the point where we believe that we have no choice. But that is far from the truth.
—Kamal Ravikant¹
Meditation is an umbrella term that can cover many things. There are purists who think it has to be done in a traditional way, sitting cross-legged and chanting a mantra, but I think there are many routes leading to the same result.
—Dr. Rangan Chatterjee²
Istarted holding my breath when I was four. Maybe I started earlier, but this time sticks out clearly to me. My first meditation as a child started when I was trying to deal with the real pain of two broken bones on my left arm.
It was a nice sunny day in our neighborhood, the birds were chirping, the sun was warm, and I was excited to hang out with my siblings. I was a four-year-old kid hanging out with my older siblings and our neighborhood friends.
A game I would play often with the big dogs
of our neighborhood in our neighbor’s front yard was called Tarzan.
The front yards in our neighborhood were large, with big trees, and the street was very wide and relatively quiet. We used a car parked in the front yard to stand on, and the big tree to tie a rope to. We would get on the car and then jump off, holding the rope while yelling aahuaaa uaaa uaaaaaaaa!
as we swung. We would eventually stop swinging and land on the ground, or at least this was what was supposed to happen. I was by far the youngest, and being four years old meant my bones and muscles weren’t as developed as a six- or eight-year-old’s were.
When it was my turn, I was very excited to jump off the car and let out a Tarzan yell, but unfortunately for me, mine was more of a aahu—
followed by the snap of rope, then an AHHHHH!
all the way down until I smacked straight into the ground. I remember being disappointed that I did not even get to do a proper Tarzan scream, but that feeling was overshadowed by the severe pain caused by the weight of my whole body landing on my left arm.
My siblings quickly dropped their big dog
attitude because I was delirious with pain. They looked at me in horror. My parents would surely spank whoever was the oldest of the group, and my oldest sisters did not want to get into trouble. In their panic, they both looked me over and immediately concluded that I was not that hurt. They told me I merely had a sprain and I would be fine, and they also told me to please not tell Mom, because they would get in trouble. I quickly agreed with their analysis because I didn’t want to get them spanked, even as I nursed my clearly broken arm.
They took me to their bedroom and sat on the floor with me. I could not stop crying from the pain, but they were holding me so I could feel some relief. Not even receiving the attention I always craved from them could stop the tears of pain; I was whimpering and they were trying so hard to soothe me. I felt bad for myself, and I also felt bad for both of them. I must have been meditating through my whimpering, because how I was able to sit there, behind the door in their bedroom for three to four hours, was beyond my scope of understanding.
Long story short, my mother went looking for us when we didn’t show up for dinner, and not only did my sisters get spanked for keeping me hidden, but I was spanked as well. So there I was, with two broken bones, and I got spanked.
I was sad, scared, and completely pissed off. I was pissed because I listened to my sisters and they still got in trouble, and I also got in big trouble. My mother took me to the hospital and left me there overnight so I could get a cast on my broken arm. I remember that night I dreamt about trying to find my mother. I was also pissed that she left me at the hospital by myself, though I knew she had eight other children she had to go home to take care of. Having sixteen kids is really difficult, but being one of sixteen is difficult as well. As I write and read this now, I realize that anger was how I dealt with my sadness.
I BELIEVE IF I HAD really learned how to meditate as a child, my life would have been so much better.
My current journey started when my sister was hospitalized due to a stroke. I was so relieved to find out she was going to recover; the reality was that deep down inside, I was truly scared and sad, terrified to think that I could have lost her. That was when I bought the book by the British physician and author, Dr. Chatterjee, who wrote an international bestseller about a brave new vision for medicine called How to Make Disease Disappear.³
My sister had also suffered from other medical problems, and this is why I was a bit overwhelmed that now she had to deal with a stroke on top of her already compromised health history.
During this time I thought it would be good for me to read a book on health and buy one for my sister so she could read it to help her recover. When I reviewed the book, I noticed Dr. Chatterjee’s use of breath to relax and meditate, and how easy Dr. Chatterjee made it for his patients to get better.
For my sister, there was hope that learning to breathe would help her learn to relax, which could also help her overall health and recovery from a stroke. The breathing could not only help her get better but could also add years to her life, which I was happy about.
Meditation can help people heal from certain things, like my sister’s stroke for example, but for others meditation can simply be a welcome addition for overall improvement.
There are different paths to meditation, to finding peace and happiness through the practice, and also to reaping the health benefits of learning how to meditate and breathe. These simple techniques could literally change one’s life for the better.
Maybe you have never truly heard about meditating before or it wasn’t the right time in your life when someone mentioned it to you. I recently spoke to some friends about meditation and breathing. They are accomplished and self-aware people, but talking about the subject of breathing and meditation still seems so foreign and boring to them. This simple act of breathing in a certain way baffles people; it appears weird and distracting. I used to be one of those people who scoffed at the possibility of something so simple and free having that much of a positive influence on me.
When you are used to working hard all the time, when you are used to getting lots of things done and putting in effort, tears, and sweat into whatever you’re doing, something as simple as taking the time to breathe and meditate seems not only trivial, but also a waste of precious time.
You have to ask yourself: Is brushing your teeth a waste of time? Is sleeping enough hours to be fully rested a waste of time? Is eating a waste of time? Of course not; these are all important self-care practices that make your life better and help you stay a healthy human being.
Something as simple as breathing can seem quite useless on the surface, but I assure you it is not a waste of time. It may not have been on your radar, so therefore, it was truly of no interest to you. However if you are picking up this book (and I am so glad you did!), on some level you are aware of some of the benefits meditation can have for you.
The benefits we get from meditating are huge, from getting to know yourself better, to being able to gain clarity about your world and all the power you hold—the power you have always held. I will show you how meditating can help you be truly happy, help you to find your dreams, and realize them.
The reality is there are dozens—maybe even hundreds—of meditation practices out in the world. Oftentimes, when faced with so much information, we experience a condition known as the Paradox of Choice, where the more choices we are given, the more likely it is we may never choose anything at all or will be easily unsatisfied with whatever we choose. I don’t want you to get overwhelmed with the many approaches to meditiation, so instead I will only be covering one: breathing. Why? Because I want to make it as simple as possible for you.
Think about it: What is more important than the unconscious, yet undoubtedly necessary life-giving action of breathing? You’ve been breathing this whole time and most likely haven’t thought about it at all! This is why the idea of starting small—focusing on the most fundamental thing that makes us alive—is a very powerful beginning point and could change your life forever. Breathing can not only calm you but provide energy as well, which I will be detailing in chapter five.
My goal is to impress upon you that anyone can meditate. You can meditate anywhere, at any time, and for any reason. Meditating is free, and you do not need anything at all to do it. You just need to simply decide to do it and then do it—nothing more, nothing less. This book is about you finding your path, your way home, your way back to your happiness, back to learning about who you truly are and what makes you happy. Your home is your heart. Sometimes we close our heart, and if you are constantly taking shallow breaths, you can almost be assured your heart is on lockdown, because your whole system is simply trying to survive and get by. You can find more on this subject in chapter nine.
I will be taking you on my journey—a string of events ranging from my childhood, through college, and straight through to the present—all the while revealing through my experience that you too can learn more about yourself and reach self-actualization. Self-actualization is a big idea, but it mostly means that you are discovering yourself and your potential.
You can get connected with your internal voice, just as I did, and reconnect yourself to yourself in order to heal, just as I did. Not only is disconnection a pain in the neck, but it’s also a massive energy drain. It is like having a leak in your house, dripping and wasting water for no good reason. Breathing and meditation can help you get rid of those energy leaks and fix the plumbing of your mind, body, and soul, so you can use your energy for what you truly need and want. It is time to fix the energy leak.
The meditation journey throughout my life has taught me to be kind, gentle, and loving with myself by giving myself the space to meditate. When we are kind, gentle, and loving with ourselves, it is like finding the water leak and fixing it. We do not pretend that the water leak does not exist, as we see it when the water bill comes in. What we do is gently find out where the leak is, and then we do the work to patch it up.
This is what meditation does for us: it helps us get to the root of what we need. Rather than pretending that everything is all right when it’s not, meditation gives us the grace to deal with it in a real way that will get results. Remember, small leaks can lead to big leaks.
First of all, you must acknowledge the energy drain. Second, you must think of a plan to take care of it. You don’t ignore the problem anymore, and you think of proactive ways to fix it. Meditation allows you to have this grace; it allows you to have unconditional self-love while you deal with life.
You may be dealing with a lot of things in your dayto-day world—things that may seem more important than meditating. But you must remember to find a healing path forward. Deep down inside, you know that this too shall pass, and you deal with life. Challenges always come, but because you are giving yourself space to be gentle with yourself, because you are giving yourself unconditional self-love, nothing can stop you from being happy. Even if there are days that you just want to stay in bed because that is what your body, mind, and soul need, that’s fine. There is no shame in taking time to take care of yourself.
You are reading this book because you want to be your happiest, healthiest, and most successful self, and my intent with this book is to start you on your journey to health and happiness using meditation as a form of carving out time for yourself, your future, and for your happiness—especially for your happiness.
01
MY JOURNEY
The bottom line is this: when your energy accumulators stay full, you have more power to accomplish your personal goals, deflect stress, eliminate self-defeating behaviours, and increase awareness. When your accumulators are depleted, life is harder, awareness is numbed, change is hard to make, and you don’t feel satisfied (much less happy and fulfilled). Which way would you rather live?
—Doc Childre and Howard Martin, with Donna Beech, HeartMath⁴
During my childhood I always felt rushed and lost. I felt exhausted as a little kid, not because I was working so hard, but because I always had to be alert. In my home growing up with sixteen children, there was constant stress, and there was nowhere in my home that felt safe enough for me to relax. As an adult, I search for peace and a calm, tranquil environment because I did not have these growing up.
When I was a freshman in high school, I decided I wanted to go to law school. I worked hard in my classes, played sports, and for the most part it was somewhat challenging, but mostly fun. I did not have excessive amounts of stress, as my only job was to get good grades and play sports. When I graduated from high school, I immediately moved to San Diego, California, with my sibling. This was both an exciting and depressing time, since I was leaving my mother and grandfather to be on my own.
When I arrived in California I was ready to go to college, but I learned that I would have to pay more for college if I was an out-of-state student. I did not want to pay out-of-state tuition for college, so I decided I would wait a year and become a California resident. This way I could pay the lower fees. During this impromptu gap year, I felt restless and didn’t know what to do while I waited, so I decided I would get my cosmetology license, which took a year to get. This way I could be a hairdresser and pay for some of my school, and this is exactly what I did.
When I finally received my cosmetology license, I got a job at a hair salon by the beach. It was perfect for me, as I was young and I ended up working with a great group of people. I had a great time, but I was still super busy with both work and college—nothing I couldn’t handle.
Fast-forward . . . While at San Diego Community College, some of my hairdressing clients were lawyers; we would talk about their work and my goal of becoming an attorney. One of my clients told me that English would be a great undergraduate degree for law school. Another one of my clients told me that UC Berkeley had an excellent English program, and if I could get my English degree there, that would be a great base for law school.
With all this information, I decided I wanted to go to UC Berkeley and get into the English department. When I talked to my advisor about it, she said I had to play college sports, volunteer, get straight A’s, and display other activities that would allow me to be considered for UC Berkeley’s English department program.
Once I got the idea in my head, I was determined. I played intercollegiate soccer, I made sure all my instructors knew I had to get A’s, and most of my free time was spent in the library, ensuring that I was getting those A’s. I volunteered for Read San Diego, which taught adults basic essential reading skills, and I worked full time to pay for my schooling. Now, this became a little stressful, but I had a great support system, and I had tons of fun with everything I was doing, so I was not overwhelmed.
Now, fast-forward again to UC Berkeley, and it all changed. This was now the big leagues. I was no longer a big fish in a small pond; now I was a small fish in the ocean, and I could tell my life would be completely transformed, though how much it would be transformed was still left to be seen. I loved UC Berkeley. I loved my classes. I loved my friends, and I even loved the uphill challenge of competing against the best of the best in the English department.
I had been an avid reader for as long as I could remember. While I was growing up, my grandfather read a paperback book every day, and I had acquired his voracious love of books. He read, so I wanted to read. I remember my grandfather sitting in his rocking chair, reading every single day. I wanted to be just like him, so I had to teach myself how to read.
I would go with my mom to some of the appointments she had downtown. There was one time when I went with her that I remember vividly: I was in the lobby waiting for her, and I remember grabbing one of those newspapers everyone reads and then leaves behind so someone else can read it. For some reason I decided I wanted to read it. I was a four-year-old kid and looked pretty peculiar reading that big newspaper. I had started trying to read it line by line.
I had no idea what I was reading, of course, but I was determined to read it a little bit at a time. I must have been in full concentration mode, because I did not notice when an old man came by me and said, Hey, do you know what you are reading?
I must have looked not only peculiar but also pretty intense, because he looked amazed. I had to raise my head to take a look at him. I looked up and smiled at him, as he seemed genuinely nice and kind. He smiled and left. I felt a little surprised but mostly determined to continue to read my newspaper that morning in the lobby while I was waiting for my mother. That’s when my love of reading really took off. It would be invaluable to me during my time at UC Berkeley. Without my devotion to reading, I would have sunk in the ocean of learning without leaving a single ripple.
PARTLY BECAUSE MY STUDIES were so demanding, my personal journey with meditation began at UC Berkeley in the English department. It was a fun program, but it was extremely challenging, and the competition was fierce, even in the Shakespeare and gender studies classes I took.
In the Shakespeare classes, part of the reason why it was so challenging and very stressful was because many of our topics had all previously been written on by the students who came before us. Shakespeare was the crown jewel of English, and our department was serious about getting novel ideas and papers from every new group of students.
Of course, that was very challenging for many of