POSTCARD#393: Bangkok: Last week I wrote about Contentment and Restlessness – there’s a lot to be said about contentment, in view of these last few days counting votes and sometimes the atmosphere heavy with suffering. This is how things are, it begins with impatience, and we start to get fired up in a negative, critical mind state. At any time, Trump slices into the moment with outrageous accusations, the latest in a litany of attacks. No rest for the mind, active thinking, the thinking ‘thing’ itself, sees the world in a bleak unforgiving way, and the word ’contentment’ doesn’t fit in the vocabulary of a restlessness mind, falling over itself in the search of something else to feel negative about, somewhere else to go.
Why is contentment so hard to find? It’s not about being in a state of contentment all the time, it’s about being content enough with the state of things as they are at this moment. A few deep in-breath/out-breaths will get me there and I start to create order in the small objects all around. I examine each part of my movements and slowly joyful awareness takes the place of the harsh interchange of the restless mind. Piece by piece I can start to step into the context of mindfulness in the world of contentment.
I’ve been watching the vote-counting on CNN from here in Bangkok and not familiar with the way they do things in this kind of news program. But it seems to me, if you want to have a restless mind, right now CNN is the place to be… suffering endures. (all the more reason to switch off the noise and find some ease from time to time). The counting of votes has been going on through the nights and into the days, while ongoing CNN discussions center on hypothetical projections that predict the winners before they finish counting the votes, and what the variables are that could change the state of play. It gives me a headache just to think about it! At any time the percentages of votes for each candidate could go spiraling up or spinning down. And that was the ‘roller-coaster’ ride we were on.
At the start, it was a huge disappointment for Democrats that the anticipated “big blue wave” never happened – hope went right out the window… with it went the prospects of black people, the unresolved pain of Black Lives Matter – they were hurting. All of us were, except the Republicans who were seeing a surge of popular vote, or so it seemed. Their numbers started to flood in, higher than ever before, and quite early into the counting, Trump announced he was the winner and the counting had to stop… even though there were hundreds of thousand of votes yet to be counted.
Typical Trump, I search in my mind for what the Buddha might say about this, with a focus on Doubt [Vicikicchā]. I can overcome doubt by ‘gathering clear instructions, and having a good map, in order to find the subtle landmarks’ in these hostile surroundings. There are so many detailed ancient writings on the mind in whatever state, I have to find something awesome that is easily understood on a vast scale:
“In his exposition of the contemplation of the state of mind, the Buddha mentions sixteen kinds of mental states to be noted: the mind with lust, the mind without lust, the mind with aversion, the mind without aversion, the mind with delusion, the mind without delusion, the cramped mind, the scattered mind, the developed mind, the undeveloped mind, the surpassable mind, the unsurpassable mind, the concentrated mind, the unconcentrated mind, the freed mind, the un-freed mind.
It is not identified with as “I” or “mine,” not taken as a self or as something belonging to a self. Whether it is a pure state of mind or a defiled state, a lofty state or a low one, there should be no elation or dejection, only a clear recognition of the state. The state is simply noted, then allowed to pass without clinging to the desired ones or resenting the undesired ones.” [Right Mindfulness, Satipatthana Sutta]
It helps of course if we can release the hold we have on Self for a moment. There’s no abiding self that does it all. The mind is not a lasting subject of thought, feeling, and volition, rather it is a sequence of momentary mental acts, each distinct and discrete, their connections with one another causal rather than substantial.
As the CNN broadcast was going on day after day, I was thrown into doubt many times, the sickness of being ensnared in the Trump trap with Trumpists calling out ‘voter fraud’. A scary time, we were propelled into a possible Biden Presidential success. Down the narrow end of the telescope, in sudden rush to the final countdown but we hadn’t arrived yet! Held in the inevitability of circumstances… surrounded by accusing Trumpists voices and their conspiracy theories.
Despite the hostility, I remained relatively unscathed. So good to have access to the mind state of contentment and wonder. I can breathe deeply and long. All these millions and hundreds of thousands of individual persons cast their votes, they’re counted and placed together in identifiable groups, and the vastness of it all without a Self.
Language is the metaphor, just in itself. Mysteriously incidental meanings arise of their own accord as if they’d been consciously created, contained by this form… it’s just like that. Everything made-to-measure, more or less exactly. We live in a bespoke world. Everything seemingly custom-built, social behaviour, language, there isn’t anything that’s not constructed.
Donald Trump is a noisy litigious being, capable of criminal acts. His threatening voice slices into my mind; Trumpist voices accuse us of hidden manipulating of the final countdown. At one point everything was hanging in the balance; it’s 2020 a double-double Georgia 49.4 and 49.4 waiting for the vote-counting lady to say which way it would go. Oh-no! I’m feeling sick again, an ache in the gut. Where is my contentment, the antidote to a restless mind? It’s within me, deep breathing ‘breathe in slow-ly, breathe out lo-ng. I left the broadcast with four states remaining, Georgia, Nevada, Pennsylvania, Arizona. I see from this morning it looks good for Biden. The counting goes on and I am just so relieved we are in this world!
PA will save us! 🙂
Thanks Eliza, you’re absolutely right 🙂
Thanks for writing this post, dear Tiramit. It is comforting to know that people in other countries know and understand the havoc and destruction the orange man brings. We have hope for Biden. Also very good to know you can treat the disease that is Trump and reach contentment still. That book you suggested I buy has not come yet but is on its way. I look forward to trying to reach contentment despite all news. A very important and necessary lesson.
It was a long and heavy post, reflecting the feeling over the days since Nov 3, of travelling so far and no end in sight. The transition to contentment was essential. Now, of course all that is gone! Good to know about the book ‘Kindfulness’ by Ajahn Brahm, a series of talks.
Biden won!!° There is dancing in the streets!!
I woke up this morning here in Bangkok, and there was/is dancing in the streets on a huge scale! So good, so good!! Thanks for the first person to bring the news
Dancing there, too? How wonderful!
Wonderful idea! I meant to say, in my mind (here in Bangkok) there is dancing in the streets
I found myself here and so glad! Balancing the state of the mind and finally an outcome! 🙂 my best wishes for America as she maneuvers and recovers from the last 4 years.
Good to have you here again and to share the good news in US. The recovery is not going to be easy, but there is this inspiration right now that everything is set on the Right Direction
It’s all over now, at least for a little while, so time for me to retire from politics, until the necessity again arises. When people ask what it takes to be a Buddhist, I just tell them to be the opposite of Trump…
Yes, it’s a relief not to be swept away again in that great wave of anger and hurt. I’m reminded of the demonic image with teeth showing and tongue protruding.
It’s quite amazing the way that Individual covered the world with nausea and fear. I actually did not watch any news or anything for about four days, and yesterday was like escaping the jaws of something awful…like that story about the guy being chased who comes to a cliff and has to just jump, whereupon he sees a bunch of slavering tigers below. He lands on a shelf of rock, where there are wild strawberries growing. He eats one. This is kind of how it feels in the moment!!!!
I remember that story! I managed to select media presentations not featuring Trump – note that CNN are equally responsible for the nausea and fear by insisting in detail just how bad Trump is. Without the media support he’d be much smaller… I’d like to be sitting on that ledge with the strawberries
Ah well, spring will arrive eventually, right? I love that story though. That one and the one about the monks crossing the river and the woman being carried across are my favorites! And i agree totally: all the attention 45 gets just fans the flames.
Yes the one about the monk carrying the woman across the river and his colleague disapproves afterwards, which only goes to show he is still carrying her in his mind. And yes too, the Trump intervention is showmanship, the act, a media presentation, pure theatre.
Yes- but it’s a show we don’t want to watch anymore!!!!!! Onward, anyway…
For some of us anyway, we watch the show even if we don’t want to watch it any more, sad to say
it’s almost impossible not to watch and it on some level poisons everything. so more important than ever to remember the One Who Knows. i mean; we were out today here and it was bloody godawful. but. STRAWBERRIES, right: to heck with the tigers! and thank you for …talking to me! xoxoxoxoxox
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