Friday, September 24, 2021

Discerning between maya and atman (or- how I don't let much bother me)

When it comes to surfing the joys and tragedies of life, I have learned one very good parameter which has helped me numerous times not make a big thing out of something that is, to most, quite unfortunate. This is asking myself: who is suffering here? my lower self or my higher self? who is the reactor? 
Let me define what I mean by lower and higher self. The lower self is Tiffany, this material human form, incarnated here for specific purposes and goals. This is also called Maya, which means illusion. This self is finite, temporary, it will not always be, so it's important not to get too wrapped up in or identified with it's dramas and shenanigans. Then, there is the higher self. The blessed soul, or Atman, inside each of us. This is immaterial, eternal, infinite. My firm knowing, as I continue to practice Sanatana Dharma (not to be confused with modern Hinduism), is that this eternal higher self is truly me. I carry it with me into each incarnation, or- more accurately- it carries me. And it is that, in conjunction with my relationship and devotion to God, that matters more than any of the Maya-filters I can so easily fall prey to viewing life through.