The Other World Trek III : Summer 72
Grace is yours and peace. From God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. Amen .
We have embarked upon the journey into the Other World and that
initial journey takes us through the Land of Mystery. And in our
first day we saw that entering that Land of Mystery was an awe-full
encounter. On the second step, we took after that encounter, we
saw that we were upagainst an inescapable power that finally
crushed and destroyed all our illusions until we were utterly
exposed. But a strange thing happens when that takes place. We
are now ready to go on the next trek, where everything is transformed
and we are in a new state of beingthe Transformed
States. But before we discuss that state, I would like to read
something for you from someone who has seen that state and probably
participated in it many different ways. You have to remember that
this is a secular poem that I am reading.
I thank You God for most this amazing day;
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything which is natural which is yes
(I who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birth day of life and of love and wings,
and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing
anylifted from the no of all nothinghuman
merely being doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are
opened)
I enter the Land of Mystery.
There I am confronted by awe on every side.
I am up against the inescapable power.
I acknowledge from the inside of my own being
that there's no way out, and that the Mystery wins-
The awe has enveloped me and crushed me to nothingness,
and I stand guilty and exposed.
Then I begin to experience an uncanny stirring in the deeps within me, yet not only within me but without and everywhere that I look for I sense now hidden springs of a strange life beginning to flow. It's like unknown vital powers of the universe are loosed within me and burst out upon me, and I scream out "My God. I'm alive!"
And an uncanny wonder begins to grasp me. Not only does that scream
come out of me but I know it! I know that I'm alive! Like Sartre
said, when you are stuck with a pin, you know you are alive. It
is not because pain is there but it is because of your reaction
to the happening, that you know you are alive.
I remember the first race I ever ran in school. They put me to running the mile, of all things. On my first race, I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran. I didn't know the proper way to run the mile, but thank goodness the other people running did not know either. After running and running and running and running and running the pains began to come. I began to hurt all over, I was short of breathI did not know what was going to happen, and yet I kept running and running and running and running and running. I think all of us about tied for it seemed that we all fell down on the finish line. Suddenly a great aching elation came over me. I knew that I had run the race and more than that I knew I was alive. Power was there in the midst of my tired aching being.
And then we also know that when you cease to cling onto your life,
when you quit boxing it off or trying to protect it, and give
your life upthen, life begins to flow into you. Energy
is unleashed. Life flows on. And you remember the poem that we
have often read of DH Lawrence which talks about, "Life still
more life rushes into us to compensate, to be ready, and we ripple
with life through the days." It is almost as if there is
a strength not your own that comes out of the bowels of the universe
that flows into your life. and it is an eerie sort of strength.
It is not the kind that comes from exercising or sleeping a long
time or eating the proper food or anything like that. But it is
a strength that seems to come up out of nowhere from the Mystery
itself, that bubbles up into the midst of you. And when you become
the nothing that you are before the Mystery then life flows in
with greater strength.
Suddenly in the midst of that you know what it means to let go.
You let go when that life comes. Suddenly life begins to
just gush forth, it fills you up. It is like a floodgate has opened
and the whole of the dammedup water is let loose into your
being and into the midst of whatever you are doing. It's like
a little child upon going to a picnic or to a strange place. He
gets so excited that he wets his britches. He just let's it go!
Everything just runs out. Well, it is the same sort of thing.
You just let your whole life flood into history at that point.
You give your whole being to the situation.
When I was a kid one of the strange and great happenings of my
life was a coon hunt. I did not really know what a coon was; neither
did I know what it meant to hunt them. Well, we went out late
at night with dogs to chase the coons and flashlights to spot
them. They let the dogs loose. I do not know whether the dogs
were chasing each other or the coons or what, but they would start
out baying and running, and we would try to follow them. The first
thing we did was lose the flashlights. So we hurled ourselves
into the darkness. We would run at top speed in the pitch darkness
down hills, into rocks, trees, brush, cactus, a dog or another
person. We would stumble, fall down, hit branches, trip, run up
hill, slip, roll down, would run into something we thought might
be a coon or even a panther and would turn and run in terror.
Then we would hear the dogs and change directions and run into
each other. I came out with most of my clothes torn off. One of
my socks was goneand how I don't know for I never
took my shoes off. My face was torn open. My arm was bruised badly
and hurting. I had a big gash in my leg and both palms of my hands
were raw. A glorious coon hunt that night. Life was there. It
was sort of like an exuberant expenditure had just come out of
me. In the Other World exuberant expenditure gushes out
in the midst of your daily . life.
Another explosion takes place in your life. It is "My God!
I'm in a different world!" Everything has been transformed
by the Mystery. Everything is different, there has been a metamorphosis
of reality. It is an incredible situation now. The world has taken
on a new quality. It seeps with the Mystery at every point. The
world takes on a new wonder. It begins to bleed with meaning at
every place that you touch it. You are in an utterly different
world.
I remember one time in India, after I had been there several times.
I had great compassion for India, I told myself. But what I had
not told myself was that I had great hatred for her also: the
starving masses, the poverty, the sick, the degradation of the
physical situation, and the painful struggle that was going on
in the masses, and, of course, me. One evening, it was about
one hundred and fifteen degrees Fahrenheit that day, I was hot,
tired, and worn out, and walked into this overcrowded market.
The smoke and the sweat that rose up out of the fires and the
crowded bodies could not escapethe haze just hung
there. People were trading wares, bicycles were going by, little
children were shouting, beggars were hawking, goods were being
sold, and I was I was being bumped this way and that way. I was
numb in my suppressed hatred. And then all of a suddenthe
situation changed. The situation changed! Where as I had hated
India; now the situation was transformed. It was just like, "My
God! Here was a culture that is an utter gift just as she is to
the universe." I do not know very well how you talk about
transformation, but a different world was given to me. Instead
of hatred, there was great appreciation and an opening up of my
whole being to India. Radical anticipation came over me in the
midst of it, and of sense of great warmth swept over my body for
the situation and for the given which was there. Hatred dwindled
into nothingness.
And yet it was the same world? It was the same world! Transformation
doesn't mean you get rid of the givenness. You are in the midst
of the same things, the same people, doing the same things, having
the same aches and pains you have always had. And it has been
there all along and it is going to be there the next step in the
future. But you see it in a radically different way. India had
literally become a different place. I mean India had literally
become a different world! It was part of the Other world in which
I was participating. Everything had exploded. And I just stood
there in astonishment and wonder.
Once that happened then the situation began to vibrate. You see
that the good and the bad and the ugly are all now beautiful.
And you begin to get a whole new idea of what it means to walk
in a world that once was ugly and horrible. And as I mentioned,
India has the same beggars, the same suffering, the same crowdedness,
the same sweating bodies, and the same strange smells. But it
vibrates. It is alive. The scene is one of a beautiful
world. But India is far away. Shall we go to our job? The church
we are in? Our family? or wherever? In the Other World all of
it comes alive, and is beautiful. Everything is seen with different
eyes.
Then you see that you are sort of disoriented. It is sort of like
you are walking through life on the ceiling. You can not look
at things straight. Everything is turned over. And you have to
learn to walk anew in that kind of world which yesterday
was drudgery, pain, self pity and hate. You have to learn anew
now to walk in a world that is beautiful at every point you touch.
I never did like the story, "Alice in Wonderland." I
guess because when I was a kid and they first read it to me I
did not understand what was going on. And they kept reading it
to me over and over. But I surely do like the title. "Alice
in Wonderland" "Alice in Wonderland." "Joseph
in Wonderland." "Joseph in Wonderland." You are
constantly astounded at everything that takes place and everything
that happens.
It is like having a second birth. You become a different person,
and up out of you wells the cry, "My God, that new world
is in ME!" It is not just out there, a new world is now living
in me! I am an utterly different person. And what a sense of incredulity
here. It is like you had amnesia and suddenly woke up, and you
did not know where you had been or what is going on. You are now
in a new situation. Or to put it another way, India had changed
so to speak, and I do not want to take one thing away from that.
But I had changed also. A new happening had happened inside of
me. When that change comes your skin begins to tingle. It's as
if the Mystery is seeping out through every pore of your being.
Not only have you bumped up against the Awe but the Awe has captured
you. It tingles you and begins to bubble up inside you. It sweeps
you along with it and gives you a brand new relationship to everything.
You begin all over again. You have never been before. And you
will never be the same again. And if you want to call me Joe at
this point in the Other World I would not know who you were talking
to. My name is Adam, because I have never existed before. That
is the way the new birth comes to you in the Other World. Oh,
let me read to you here.
risen,
not to the old world,
the old, changeless I,
the old life,
wakened not to the old knowledge
but to a new earth,
a new I,
a new knowledge,
a new world of time.
Ah, no,
I cannot tell you what it is, the new world.
I cannot tell you the mad, astounded rapture of its discovery.
I shall be made with delight before I have done,
and whosoever comes after will find me in the new world a madman
in rapture.
This is just the way it is. It is not an imperative, nor is it
a shift in character or anything like that. It is just the way
it is. It is not open for discussion. It is not open for question.
You can never go back again. You are just exhilarated with Being
Itself. And you stand there dumb in your rationality to articulate
it. You find yourself sort of incognito wherever you go. You would
scarcely recognize me. If you looked closely you would probably
not be sure I was me. Sure, I was bald headed, you know, a little
pudgy here and there, and all that sort of thing externally. But
even there you have to be careful, you may not even recognize
me there. Maybe I am not too incognito externally, but inside,
ho,ho,ho, I may not even recognize myself, that is how incognito
I am. You can't imagine what has happened. Oh, man! The hopeful
expectation, the delightful anticipation; everything is possibility.
You have been given new ears, new eyes, and a new capacity to
bleed wonder from the Mystery itself.
Then a scream comes out. "My God this is the way it will
always be." For to be a human being, to be a self in the
Other World means to be up against this kind of change. In whatever
takes place newness will happen tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
All I have to expect is change. It sort of leaves you dizzy. Life
is continually spinning, spinning before you as you are participating
in it.
You now understand that life in the Other World is perpetual surprise.
You stand there continually amazed. New spectrums are revealed,
new depths open up in life, and new possibilities are exposed.
In one sense, once you are in the Other World, you are never surprised
and yet you know that you are always going to be surprised.
Being in World War II and seeing many dead bodies and even being
as old as I am you would think I would know a little bit about
the presence of death. But I was in a situation not too many months
ago where I bumped into all sorts of things: bodies floating down
the river, some facing up and unrecognizable, others facing down,
old people sitting around with a look as though they would be
gone in another hour. People were maimed, twisted, and lying there,
with wrecked and emaciated bodies All of them were in some sort
of horrifying form that reminded you of death. As I walked through
and looked at that minute after minute, somehow I must have internalized
death. All of the sudden, it seemed like the world had become
a one dimensional world and the unknown scene up against me was
a deep dark brown world. It was the world of death. It was so
sudden, so weird and in one sense so frightening that I reacted,
"What is going on? Get it away from me! Get away, Get
away!" Suddenly it disappeared. Then I was swept with overwhelming
distress. I had never seen anything like that before. "Wait
a minute; wait a minute; wait a minute! Give it back! give it
back!" But it did not come back. It was gone forever. I had
been refusing to be perpetually surprised. And yet in the Other
World one anticipates that he will be perpetually surprised. One
is alive with fascination at everything that comes and at everything
that is given.
Then you are aware that life itself is change. Selfhood
is dynamic. It is change itself. Not that there is something new
all the time, but there is something new about myself every moment
that I bump into myself. I remember my first contact with a kaleidoscope,
one of those things you look through to see geometric designs,
and when you turn the barrel it changes into all kinds of fantastically
different designs. We were at a carnival and the man selling them
said you can turn it six million times and never see the same
picture. I remember how overcome with amazement I was at his statement.
That is sort of what it is like being in the Other World. Every
moment is a new picture never to be repeated.
You know how your neuroses are always hanging out here or there,
and you're a little ashamed of them, and how everybody sees them
a little better than you. Back in the psychological days, your
enemies would use that kind of knowledge to jab you. The other
day we were in a situation where we were wrestling with
a depth issue and I was pushing a certain point a person said,
"That is just your neurosis." And they were probably
right. But something happened when that person said that. It brought
me through a sort of haze and I saw that my neuroses, peculiarities
and consequent shame or guilt was giving me a sensitivity which
was allowing me to see a brand new understanding of the
depth issue that we were dealing with. And that is just the beginning
when you see that selfhood itself is dynamic.
Not long ago I was sitting in a meeting, and someone made a cutting
remark. I do not know why but that cutting remark threw me into
a deep despair. My reflective action was to analyze why it hurt
me and try to transcend it to deal with my relation to the meeting
and the mission involved. Suddenly it dawned on me that
being thrown into despair was making me sensitive to a far greater
struggle that was going on in the group. The group was trying
to deal with a major contradiction at that time, but could not
get down to the depth level where the struggle was actually taking
place. Now by virtue of the painful struggle I was suddenly catapulted
into the depth arena of struggle which I would have missed without
that "death." And by that little death or whatever you
want to call it, I was thrown into the deep contradiction. }everything
of that Other World dynamic is always breaking in to give you
a new grasp of yourself. We never see ourselves as this or that
Little guilty person. But we always see ourselves as Man. And
we are part of the grand drama whose borders end only at the edge
of creation itself. 'That is what we are present to; not our personal
guilt or petty struggles. We participate in moment by moment new
deeds of the Mystery in the Other World.
One time visiting a circus I saw a team of two men. One was fairly small as I think back. He rolled his knees up against his body and wrapped his arms around his knees to roll up like a ball. And they placed him on top of the feet of the other man who was lying on his back. The man lying down began spinning the man wrapped up like a ball around in the air. That is sort of what life is like in the Other World as the Mystery gets a hold of you. You are juggled like that for the rest of your life. Change, change, change. and you're spinning, spinning, spinning. That's the way life goes on.
Not only is life itself change, but life is overflowing in the
Other World. Life becomes more and more and more. And you are
glad and excited. But then it keeps coming and keeps coming, and
you begin to get terrified. You have more life than you need.
Your being is engulfed, and everything new is feeding you. Life
is a banquet. But, it is choking me to death. I am getting more
than I need. I get terrified with the bursting loose of life with
its ripping and its tearing and inundating. And it is sort of
like you have slipped over into the psychotic abyss and, yet at
the same time, brother, you are having the time of your life.
How could you be so elated? And you are like what DH Lawrence
in his poem is talking about: "A madman in rapture."
That is what it is like to be in the Other World.
There are practical applications, consequences, or resolves of being in the Other World. Whenever you awake with, "My God, I am alive," an eerie uncommon liveliness sinks into you. And you see you are going to live like that the rest of your life. You know this is the way life is going to be from now on. Once you have seen this you can never change what you have seen. Power is always there breaking loose, bubbling into you. new kind of seriousness comes into your life. And once you let go, a wild kind of creativity takes place in your being.
And when the awareness comes, "My God, I am in a new world."
There comes with it a kind of joyful anxiety. Joyful but it is
still anxiety. Now everything you see is a wonder. Everything
is a wonder. You have a different relationship to the past and
the future. You are no longer paralyzed. It is sort of like, now
you can reenter the battle. You can pick up the stage of history
from where you are.
And when you come to the point: "My God, a new world is within
me." There is a quivering expectation. Life dances in you.
The situation is alive and transformed and the dance goes on,
even when you are the most irritated, negative, or vehement. And
you get a whole new sense after style, and the form of your identity
becomes fluid and malleable.
And then the last awareness: "My God, this is the way life
will always be." You are up against constant change which
produces a kind of exhilarating terror. Yet everything becomes
an opportunity for creativity. The character of your next encounter
is changed. You have permission to stay on this merrygoround
so to speak. You have permission to continually be surprisedto
live your life at loose ends. You have permission to be a "madman
in rapture." A "madman in rapture." That is the
Other World.
Joseph Slicker