How can I purify my mind so that I can have a good meditation?
In your case, the best thing to do is
to feel every day for a few minutes that you have no mind. Say, “I have
no mind, I have no mind. What I have is the heart.” Then after some
time, say, “No, I don’t have the heart. What I have is the soul.”
When you say, “I have no mind,” this does not mean that you are
becoming an animal again. Far from it. You are only saying, “I don’t
care for this mind, which is bringing me so much impurity and torturing
me so much.” When you say, “I have the heart,” you feel that the heart
has some purity. But when you say, “I have the soul,” you are flooded
with purity. Then, after some time, you have to go deeper and farther
and not only say, “I have the soul,” but also “I am the soul.” The
moment you say, “I am the soul,” and you meditate on this
truth, at that time your soul’s infinite purity will come up and enter
into the heart. Then from the heart, the infinite purity will enter into
the mind. In this way you will purify your mind and your heart and you
will have a wonderful meditation every day.
You have to know that the mind is almost always impure. It always
brings in dark and bad thoughts. Even when it is not doing this, it is
still a victim to doubt, jealousy, hypocrisy and fear. All negative
things attack the mind first. You may reject them for a minute, but the
next minute they will knock at your door again. This is the mind. But
the heart is much, much purer. Even if you have fear or jealousy in the
heart, the good qualities of the heart still come forward. Affection,
love, devotion, surrender and other divine qualities are already in the
heart. That is why the heart is much purer than the mind.
But again, the heart is not totally pure because the vital is around
the heart. The lower vital, situated near the navel, tends to come up
and touch the heart centre. It makes the heart impure by its influence
and proximity. The heart is not like the mind, which is always opening
its door to impure ideas. The heart is far better than the mind. But the
best is the soul. In it there is no impurity: It is all purity, light,
bliss and divinity.
- Sri Chinmoy, Meditation: God’s Blessing-Assurance,
“Let me tell you a little secret,” she drunkenly slurred her words as he looked down at her with amusement twinkling in his sober ones. His lips twitched into a smirk as he nodded for her to continue, “for awhile, it hurt. It took me months to recover, to be able to look at you without tears streaming down my face, to be able to smile at you without it being forced, to be able to say your name without choking on my words. It took me awhile before I can finally close my eyes to find that you don’t haunt my dreams anymore, to find that you are not occupying my mind anymore, to find that you are not a part of my thoughts anymore.”
She gave a nervous giggle before she stumbled over her feet, “it took me awhile. But I got there. I don’t know exactly how, but I did. Now, I don’t look at you the same anymore, I no longer put you on a pedestal, and when you are mentioned, I don’t cringe the way I used to.”
Her eyes traveled down his body before she bit her lip, “you have become a stranger to me and I don’t know whether or not to take that as a bad thing. Yet, here you are, helping me out of a bar because I can’t take a step without puking and all I can think about is how I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t want your help, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t even want you to look at me. You hurt me, you realize that, don’t you? You tore apart my heart and you threw the shredded pieces into the river so they can never be put back together. You ripped my heart out of my chest before slowly eating away at my soul. You fucked me up. You really fucked me up and I am trying to convince myself that it wasn’t that bad, that I am better now, that I can finally sleep at night. But I cannot even convince myself; nonetheless, you.”
Jennie B. // My voice cracked when I told him that I was over it and I fucking hate that not even my body can lie to him
Don’t say, “I sympathize, that’s quite enough, and the rest is no concern of mine.” Because you will be killed, deported, or tortured as a sympathizer just as easily as if you were a militant. Act: your risk will be no greater, and you will at least share in the peace at heart that the best of us take with them into the prisons.