Forest Sangha Newsletter July 1990
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Making Our Minds Up

Six anagarikas will be requesting bhikkhu-ordination at Chithurst on July 1. One of them reflects on some of the doubts .....

Once upon a time i knew what I wanted out of life. I knew where I was going. I was going to be a great inventor. And I reveled in that sense of confidence and purpose. I felt sorry for those I saw flopping around, not knowing what they wanted or where they were going. In fact, I was secretly rather scared of becoming like one of those floppy indecisive people.

Just how do we stop flopping around and make our minds up? Well, we simply use common sense - don't we? Consider the options and arguments, and aim at gradually reaching a clear and unshakable conviction in what we are doing.

There is nothing like being convinced. It's like falling in love. We are on top of the world.

Unfortunately, any conviction for or against is horribly questionable, doubtable, suspectable and threatenable. The more we get a hit out of conviction, the more we fear the first slight tremors of doubts. The first shake and we panic.

There's nothing worse than doubt and indecision. It's the dejection of having fallen out of love ...having fallen out of inspiration. And once it starts, it won't stop. It spreads. Everything is doubtable.

 
Peace lies in choosing what has already been chosen.

 
We can build our lives on an apparently unshakable conviction, prop it up with arguments, cement it with passion and seal it with a cool intuitive knowing that it's right. For a day, for a week, for a year, for a decade.

Until we see through it. And then the world rocks and we panic - and leap to the conclusion that we had it all wrong. Then we doubt that too. We don't know where we are.

In desperation, with no option left, no way out, we can decide to stay with what is happening now - not believing we're right or wrong - and resolve to face the doubts and fear. However, unhappily, that resolve is also doubtable, shakable and collapsible.

We are forced to the choice that all of us have to make eventually. Finding no safety in a decision, or in the resolve to stay with 'what's so', then we simply have to stay with what's so. But not as a second-hand resolve about the future; therein lies only danger and threat. We stay directly with what's so, choosing it at first hand, immediately. We don't decide to do it. We do it.

That's the choice none of us can ultimately avoid. It's the choice the universe inexorably forces us to make. And we will keep spinning around in the world of conviction and doubt until we make that choice.

Most of our other choices are attempts to avoid making this unavoidable choice. For deciding 'I want such and such' is failing to make the only safe choice. Any package of arguments, reasons, intuitions and convictions is threatenable, doubtable and insecure - and it is unsafe because it is a construction. We are building on sand.

Peace lies in choosing what has already been chosen. We learn to stop making our minds up - to see through the Great Inventor. A mind made up will be made down. There is safety where there is no made-up mind, no inventions, no fabrications, no lies.

So how do we choose that uncertainty which we compulsively avoid choosing by making our minds up? Firstly, we need to be honest and acknowledge how unbearably thirsty for certainty and safety we are. See the thirst which makes us make decisions.

I am lost.



In the beauty; in the

drifting of the mind

As it travels afar,

in fantasy - with the wind.

Leaving the reality

of this paradise

far behind:




The truth that speaks;

But cannot be heard.

Secondly, we need to look closely at those decisions and see that they are inherently unsafe, because they are made up. We might decide to do one thing, but that decision is unsafe. We can decide to not decide and just watch it all - but that decision too is unsafe.

If we really see how unsafe it all is, and are honest about how desperately thirsty we are, then that thirst starts to burn. Despair burns. With nowhere to go, no way out, it turns on itself. The flame is turned right up and turned in on itself.

It burns until it stops, until it is burnt out. And what is left? What is left is what is not made up, what is not put together, what is not constructed. A mind that cannot be 'made up'. The safe choice.

Real faith, true conviction is not a construct. It is trusting what is before construction.

However, in a particular situation often a decision has to be made. We have to be practical, don't we? So we decide on something as a working hypothesis. But if we cling to that, for even one moment, we become afraid of the doubt. And because we fear the doubt, it comes to get us. As it comes to get us, we cling all the more. And so we get hammered.

The thing that would end the doubt and fear would be to let go of deciding to do what we want to do. But we are terrified: if we let go of our decision, we might not get what we want. So we hammer ourselves. Wanting and doubting flare up, until we are hammered into letting go.

In making our minds up, we set them up to be broken down. We create the conditions for doubt by trying to create certainty. For we are afraid of doubt to the degree that we are trying to be certain. We might feel that if we don't hold fast to our decision, the doubt will win over. But actually, if we do that, then the doubt wins over precisely because we are afraid it would. If we are afraid doubt will win, it already has.

In trying to invent certainty for myself, I invent my own doubt. 'I' am the Great Inventor, obsessively struggling to construct the perfectly made-up mind ....and instead I invent the Frankenstein Monster of Doubt.

In reality, 'I' can't make a secure decision for or against. 'I' can't go one way and 'I' can't go the other. Nor can 'I' form a secure resolve to stay unmoved watching both. There is no room for any of 'my' constructions at all. When 'I' struggle, 'I' burn up. 'I' burn in my own desire.

Finally, the whole vain building project crumbles and one abides in the foundation of real experience, where nothing is made up. Once one has seen the builder, That Great Inventor, and his labouring, the corner-stone is pulled out, the construction collapses and one stands quietly in the peaceful empty ruins.