Karma is going round in circles.
(What goes around, comes around)
Do your re-actions get the same re-actions from others? If so, this is karma at work. Most of the time, we don’t notice our particular (and peculiar!) pattern of behaviour and, until enlightenment, we are stuck with it – more or less.
However, when we do notice our repetitive behaviour, something very special and magical happens. It may feel uncomfortable, as it is usually accompanied by an emotion, but if we can just let be for a moment or two, a space occurs in the mind and our reaction takes a back seat…we are released! This moment is recognising the past in the present moment, so giving us the chance to break out of this cycle. It usually comes when we see that our reactions are disturbing someone else.
It’s a blessing! Sometimes a blessing can be painful…noting the pain we are causing can feel sickening.
Every thought, every situation, every response in the present moment is a product of our past: it’s a karmic reaction. If we respond in the same old habitual way, we are stuck in this cyclic existence. The trick is not to feel guilty, as it is only a karmic reaction, an automatic product of the past. If we do not react – no karma is produced!
By simple not re-acting, a gap presents itself, and there is spaciousness to do – or not do. It’s a moment of spontaneity…a spontaneous presence! It’s a magical moment of transformation. We have a choice either to make friends with life in a spontaneous, carefree way, allowing life to unfold (allowing karma to play itself out) or we hold on to our feathered nest, called a social “I” (our status).
A social “I” is one that we acquire through interaction with others: we play a part and come to believe in it. “I’m a teacher.” “I’m a musician.” “ I’m a good person.” Or whatever we desire…
Personally, this is a constant dilemma, of wanting to be at peace with my feathered friends sitting on comfy nests or knowing to trust the urgency of spontaneous presence. It’s like running through a puffin colony with one’s feathers on fire, wondering whether we should be nesting with the others, chattering and arguing and ignoring the pain, or whether we should dive, carefree, off the cliff into the water, with half our feathers gone. Or should we allow ourself to be consumed by the fiery situation because it’s all in our imagination anyway. Or this just me?!
Spontaneous presence is living in trust (it is difficult to find the words here), in a sense of not knowing, not being predictable, but trusting in the knowing itself. Maybe it’s a sense of humility, or renunciation. Maybe it’s grace or blessings. One just stops trying to control the situation, and rests in unconfined compassion.