To Become Humanized
Almost all of our myths, or at least our interpretation of them, is that you should destroy the instinct and march off heroically to rescue what is lost. In multiple stories in the West, in movies as well as fairy tales and ancient myths, we are informed that the hero must heroically fight a dragon or a witch or an evil usurper to death and with his foot on its neck then and only then will he redeem himself and rescue the fair maiden.
The Ramayana, a wonderful story from the East, says that it is only by your instincts, by your monkey nature, that you will restore the unity of the world, the wholeness that you once knew but lost.
I think the biggest joke every played upon me, a divine joke, is that I first traveled to India many years ago to be spiritualized. I had read of India and the East for decades, looked longingly at photographs long before I had the courage to buy a ticket and travel there. I presumed I would find the appropriate teachings, or a tradition, or a yogi of some kind, and sit and meditate until I found my enlightenment. Increasingly Westerners project such salvation upon a journey to a foreign land. But that is not what happened to me. Instead, I went to India and became humanized – which is what I should have sought in the first place. I did not find lofty yogic heights, I did not find esoteric wisdom. I found my monkey nature, by doing ordinary things, by listening to my instincts, by learning to accept what happens.
