The awful of us

Photograph of a gargoyle by Terry Barrett

I sat in my chair reading about the concept of karma (or the golden rule). It’s not a new concept and I felt a bit of arrogance, sort of like I know this, but then I read:

“When you feel you are being harmed by someone, remember that the harm that person may be inflicting on you (or someone dear to you) is the direct result of you yourself having harmed others in the past (p. 156).”

I paused. I felt something shift inside of me.

For a long time I've understood the karmic concept. But when I read those words I personally felt its meaning. I suddenly saw—no, I felt—my deepest challenges as the hurt I’ve caused.

Like coming up for air after being under water to the point of drowning, I let out a wail. In my wail I thought, "I must have been a tiger who ate children." The feeling compounded later that day when I learned of the alligator that took a boy from the shore at nearby Disney World in Orlando while the parents watched.

I saw myself as the alligator.

Having once lost my boy swung like a pendulum to me hurting a child.

In the middle of the night, dread came again. I went to my cushion.

For hours I tonglen-breathed in the pain of those parents, the pain of physical harm to a young being, and my pain of awareness about the hurts I’ve caused. For each in-breath, I breathed out relief, then comfort. I breathed in pain and breathed out patience for all. I breathed in hurt and breathed out tenderness to the hurt and the hurters.

My drowning gulps softened into rhythmic breaths that carried and calmed me.

I remained sitting till a glimmer of dawn.

The horrid feelings melted and passed.

Do you know what was left?

This seems incredulous but I feel compassion for that alligator, which says something because I know the loss of my own child who died unexpectedly ten years ago, and having an incurable cancer I have more awareness about loss of my own life, so in a way I know some hurt of being consumed.

Now I better know the losses I've caused. 

I am hurt and I am a hurter. I believe all of us, yes—all of us are the alligator and the child and the parents of that child.

With gratitude for this breakthrough, I have more clarity about what it means to be patient and the commitment it takes to work towards being less reactive and not overcome by anger, hatred, and despair. Instead, I see a new way of being with awfulness, mine and others’. I open my mind and heart to kindness for all beings.

All.

Even those who shoot, run over, bomb, and behead.