Taking Out Your Teeth Going Into Battle
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In my last post, I described a process for approaching waking life as though it were a dream developed by Robert Moss that I decided to experiment with on a birthday trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas with my partner Sara. The question that I took with me into this exercise was the one I have been exploring in this series of posts: “How can I more effectively deal with those who feel threatened by my words, or my actions, or simply feel some need to oppose me for whatever reason?”
My first clue – in possible response to this question – came on our way out, before we had made it to the main road. By “coincidence,” we happened to run into an old friend of mine – one who in times past had also often been an adversary with whom I butted heads, but a man I admired nonetheless for his integrity, his courageous political zeal, and his willingness to fight for various environmental causes, sometimes at great personal expense. Had he had more of a spiritual practice, or one I didn’t know about, he would have been a great sacred activist of the kind Andrew Harvey wanted to train. As it was, time had taken its toll on his body, if not his spirit, though he was still fighting the good fight, as far as I could tell.
After we had exchanged a few pleasantries and went our separate ways, Sara said to me, “Did you notice, T___ had no teeth?” I hadn’t, but the question immediately put me in mind of our exercise, since it was the kind of thing that might have happened in a dream, and T___ being who he was, our encounter seemed somehow synchronistic.
After allowing myself to simply be with the “symbolism” of T’s missing teeth all weekend, without immediately grasping for an interpretation, it suddenly occurred to me that the message was about the counter-intuitive, but deliberate decision to disarm before going into battle. “Don’t go into battle,” the essence of this message became, “without taking out your teeth.”
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