Advaita Post #23-02
Douwe Tiemersma from: Non-Duality, the groundless openness (2008), pg. 40
The teacher and liberation (part 1)
How do you know you are dealing with an authentic teacher, with a teacher for you? The conviction can grow through a long-term contact, when you increasingly resonate with the meaning of his or her words, with the core of the teacher. In my case it was a sudden happening. The contents of I Am That hit me like a bomb. The truth of Advaita had never come over me so directly and so clearly. Also that the teacher was still alive was an incredible piece of luck. I knew immediately: I must go to him. If there was anyone existing in the world to whom I must be a student, it was Nisargadatta Maharaj. I marveled in the inner knowledge that the reality behind the printed words of I Am That was the ultimate truth, that this reality was fully present in and around the teacher and that this reality would fully manifest in his presence.
So, I had to go to Bombay, but my work and family circumstances prevented a premature departure. But look, a miracle happened: within a short period of time the obstacles disappeared, bit by bit, like the lifting of a fog. When it is time for you, the necessary conditions come as if by themselves. It was the same for me. I went to Bombay in late 1979 like a moth to the flame. That’s how it felt. Without having ever been in the East, I stood one day, suitcase in hand, on a hellishly busy street in Bombay. Inundated by the bombardment of impressions, I stood looking at the swarming, noisy life of poverty, illness and death. I listened to the cacophony of the honking, shouting, bell ringing, singing, and took in the smell of rotting waste, incense, gasoline and flower garlands. I let it all just happen.
Also later, when my personal plans in the city had fallen to pieces through the chaos and inimitable spirit of the Indians, I understood that you truly have to let go and submit to the maelstrom of Maya, the play of appearances. If you try to hold onto your Western ideas of efficiency and order, you’ll go crazy. I hardly knew where I was supposed to be in the city center other than: “opposite a public urinal.” In the house of Nisargadatta Maharaj you could smell it very clearly. Later, when someone asked him why he burned so many incense sticks, he said: “To cover the stench of the urine.” Nevertheless, for all the times that I came to the loft the smell never created a nuisance, not any more than the intense noise of the street below. We were focused on other things.
Later, when I heard a cassette tape of a conversation with Maharaj, I was surprised by the noise and others asked themselves how it was possible to communicate normally. Thus, spirituality is not dependent on circumstances. So also, the teacher does not depend upon externals. Many visitors saw nothing in the old man who sat smoking and was often half screaming with offensive speech. However, if you looked closely, there was the purest spirit of truth and love. Also, that someone had to translate from Marathi, the regional language, into English was not a difficulty. When you are focused on the meaning, the form in which it is communicated is either transparent or doesn’t exist at all. The meaning crystallizes and becomes a reality without intervention. That is the ‘direct path’ which you don’t plan, but instead just happens.
“Why did you come you here?” was the stern question from the toothless old man in the low attic room. I replied that I had to come and that I had had enough of the world of concepts. I saw him nod and heard him mutter that this was a good start. Sitting on the floor in a corner I just let everything happen. Maharaj liked a fierce debate, which by the way, he always won. Especially when someone from the academic world had objected to his statements, he would spring up and begin the fight. Within a short period of time the attacker was cut down to size and had to admit that he didn’t know what he was talking about. If no one dared to speak, Maharaj challenged us: “Get up and fight!” But those who had been in the loft for a while came to know that as soon as someone’s head rose above the cornfield off it came. It was not only because of this that I said very little in the few weeks that I was there. When you go along with where the words indicate, you’re on the edge where real things happen. I was there and not in the world of words. Maharaj seemed to accept this because he only asked me something now and again. But at a given moment he said that I should come separately to him to receive a mantra, to get an initiation. Thereafter the whole process took place very quickly.