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◊define-meta[title]{The goose is out}
◊define-meta[date]{2021-07-20}
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I was browsing HN over my coffee this morning and came across an interesting thread◊^[1] linking to a post titled ◊em{WHen Buddhism Goes Bad}◊[2]. That wasn't actually the title I read, as on HN the more neutral subtitle -- ◊em{How My Mindfulness Practice Led Me To Meltdown} -- was chosen instead.

This is one of those posts I can relate to, at least in part, because of the experiences I've had myself. The thread on HN was itself interesting too, although ironically quite judgmental for a conversation about buddhism, meditation, and mindfulness. I'm not going to talk about those though--you can read those for yourself after all. Instead I'm going to offer my own perspective, now I can safely look back on the whole several-year long ◊del{ordeal}journey.

◊aside{I jest, calling it an ordeal. Despite the tremendous difficulty of it all I feel wholly positive about it.}

Let's get one thing out of the way before I continue: yes, there are people out there who are--always as ever--looking to prey on your vulnerability. They come in many forms and one of them is the guru, the enlightened teacher, the yogi, the new-age healer, the shaman, the spiritual group (or cult) leader, or some other kind of con artist who will appropriate a variety of spiritually-rooted terms to give themselves an appearance of authority. Ultimately, if you're going to put your physical, mental, and spiritual wellbeing in the hands of another person, you've gotta do your best to research that shit before you make a commitment. Don't be fooled by someone who has sought you out, don't trust them blindly. Do your due diligence and consult to make sure you know what you're getting into. Any teacher worth their salt will make you fully aware of what to expect and will be ready to turn you away if they don't feel you're prepared for what's to come. Same deal applies for your life coach, your therapist, your lawyer, or any other person who can easily make your life miserable if they do a shit job.

◊hr{}

 For some reason I was reminded of an Osho story◊[3] that was told at one of the retreats I went to. It was probably in one of the Osho books I read too but I couldn't tell you which one. It adapted the riddle of the goose in the bottle and turned it into an allegory of sorts.

◊blockquote{
  If a man puts a gosling into a bottle and feeds him until it is fully grown, how can the man get the goose out without killing it or breaking the bottle?
}

The story describes the obvious paradox of the situation: you can either break the bottle and keep the goose, or you can kill the goose and keep the bottle. You can't have both though. Ultimately, you are the goose and the bottle is your ego and the act of meditation allows you to become aware of your ego, outside of it, without breaking it.

But that's not ◊em{really} it, not for me anyway. Taking a grown-ass goose out of a glass bottle is difficult, but so is stuffing that goose back inside it. Geese are assholes; it's an easy way to get your ass kicked.

My journey took me through several therapists who specialised in the kind of approaches you won't find through the NHS. There was Reichian Breathwork◊^[4] at first, but then I mostly found specialists in Somatic Experiencing◊^[5]. At the same time I went on a few retreats that built their foundation on tantric practices◊^[6]. In a nutshell, basically a combination of meditative practice and therapy.

Had I not had the support of a therapist, and a remarkably close friend, I would be another person writing about how meditation fucked me up--How Tantra Went Tits Up. I ended up in an absolutely ◊em{terrible} state: depression out of control, suicidal, self-harming, and barely functional without breaking down or spending hours soaking my pillow with my face.

Basically, the years of therapy, and the intertwining meditative practices, were revealing so much stuff--◊em{repressed} stuff--from my past and I just didn't have the resource or the faculty to cope with the onslaught of realisation. My coping mechanisms weren't that great in the first place, which is why I had my therapist.

A different goose was out, and there was no chance of putting it back in. You can't just take a realisation you don't like and re-repress it into the farthest reaches of your mind again, you have to deal.

That's not really _it_ though. It's a significant part, but the other bit is the unhealthy attachment to the process. You've past the point where the process is useful, and it no longer serves a purpose, but it has become comfortable in and of itself. For that to work, you need to keep your trauma kicking around, you need to keep digging into it to pull out more things to work with. It's not like it's intentional, it's just what you've got used to expecting to do. 

In other words, the goose is out and you've formed a co-dependent relationship with it.

There's a lot of detail missing in this post so far, I've only focussed on the difficult bits and left out the many beautiful moments that were truly astonishing, and the other bajillion moments that were all different kinds of positive and memorable. As the original post that spurred this one stated, people don't often talk about the difficult bits, you just get the glossy brochure promising bliss, abundant light, and inner peace.

Honestly, I didn't really get out of that therapy trap I dug for myself until I went on medication and spent around 18 months just taking each day as it came. That gave me enough time and space to integrate all of the stuff I'd learned, dealt with, and realised over the previous six years, without trying to ◊em{do more}. That's really all I needed to let everything properly digest and I certainly feel more resilient for it now.

I've more or less closed the book on that chapter of my life, but that's not to say that it hasn't shaped the chapters to come--and significantly so. Whoever this person is now, I think he's hugely better off than he was before it all. And this particular goose of his has been successfully tamed (or at least I hope so).

So, would I recommend this kind of thing to anyone? Honestly, no. It's not the kind of thing you casually recommend. Someone who wants to go on this journey will find the way that works for them, but that doesn't make it a decision to be taken lightly.

◊footnotes{
  ◊^[1]{◊<>["https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=27890790"]}
  ◊^[2]{◊<>["https://danlawton.substack.com/p/when-buddhism-goes-bad"]}
  ◊^[3]{◊<>["https://oshostories.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/goose-is-out/"]}
  ◊^[4]{◊<>["https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breathwork"]}
  ◊^[5]{◊<>["https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somatic_experiencing"]}
  ◊^[6]{◊<>["https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tantra"]}
}
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