Ashram Life: Noah’s Ark.

Via on May 20, 2012
Kashi Ashram

I have lived in an ashram for 35 years and I’m often asked what it is like to live with a group of people in a community.

When I sit at dinner and observe my community, what we call satsang, I marvel at our differences. I have compared us to the animals aboard Noah’s ark, but even then there were at least two of each kind.

We arrived with different occupations, personalities and economic strata, and we first seemed so strange to each other. Our personalities rubbed against each other, asserting our individuality, unwilling to relinquish a piece of it. I am grateful we have become kinder through the years, to ourselves and to each other.

Now when I look into my fellow traveler’s eyes, I see something very familiar. I see myself.

So, even though I have railed against the apparent unfairness of having to live with these strangers, they have become family to me. They seem to know me better at times than I know myself. They don’t fall for my ego and they neither believe my self-aggrandizement nor my disparagement of myself. They even have the nerve to laugh at me at times and not always behind my back. It is something that family does.

If there is one thing this family does demand, it is to be real.

So even though I can seem to be a model for spiritual perfection to people who don’t really know me, my true test appears when I return to the ashram, responding and reacting to my fellow gurubais at any moment. I see in their eyes the same question I ask myself: Is this the time I will choose my spiritual self over my reactive, personality self? Sometimes I even like to think they are rooting for me to do so.

This ashram family is like a Sherlock in spotting phonies; they are what I call “ego-allergic.” There is no pretense here, and when I feel together, I deeply appreciate this aspect of my community. When I am disheartened and discouraged at myself, I feel sorry that that I have chosen this hard road of evolving.

Like most people who are spiritual, I have bought into a mental construct of some illusory perfection and expectation of myself and everybody else. This is sometimes the most painful part of the spiritual journey, the non-acceptance of oneself, the non-acceptance of others. Sometimes I don’t know which one hurts me the most, but I do know they are companions to each other.

People say to me, “How can you follow a guru?  I don’t ever want to be brainwashed.”  I think that one is funny, because if it were possible, I’d like to take out my brain and wash it. I am weary of the judgment, the criticism, old thoughts of the past haunting me. I pray to Hanuman, the God of service, that the mirror of my mind is cleansed.  I wish, like the 23rd Psalm, to dwell in the house of my Lord forever.

There is one thing, in the midst of our disparity, that our community has agreed and relied upon. That has been our love and devotion for our Guru, she who loved us through the dark night of the soul, saw our failings and encouraged us to surrender this useless ego that only brings pain. Not through blind faith but a knowing born of long association with our teacher, we have come to see that that it was her heartfelt desire that we swim in the same water and essence that she drank; that we renounce what only brings us pain; and that we too experience the inner joy of connection to ourselves and to God.

 

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Editor: Ryan Pinkard

About Uma Simon

Uma Simon. My guru Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati left her body on April 13 of this year. I have been Ma’s devotee since 1978 and it was an extraordinary gift to have known and studied with her. As well as being the Resident Intuitive at Kashi Ashram, I am also the Spiritual Explorer for Ma’s India, a spiritual gift store in Sebastian, Florida where I answer questions such as “What is the best kind of incense?” and “How do I know when I have found my guru?” You can write me at umasimon@comcast.net

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9 Responses to “Ashram Life: Noah’s Ark.”

  1. shaydewey says:

    Posetd to Elephant Adventure and Spirituality Facebook Page.

  2. Kali Baba says:

    A beautiful, heart-filled article!

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  4. Eddie Reinhalter says:

    Beautiful Uma! Thank you for sharing these writings with us. Love you!

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  6. Kashi Frank says:

    so true….

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