The first verse of the Bhagavad Gita introduces us to one of the main protagonists, Arjuna.
The image we are presented with is a troubled soul questioning his lot.
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Upon the physical battlefield of war and the metaphysical battlefield within his mind, Arjuna sees chaos all around him, everything is war, a life full of frustration, sadness and despair.
He concedes that whilst there are fleeting moments of happiness they never last, all are transient and ephemeral. Doubt and discontent has replaced hope and contentment, with no apparent end to dramas and dilemmas driving his negative emotions.
He feels that there is simply no end to misery, and when problems are resolved, they are quickly replaced by new ones to overcome (Buddha’s eighty four problems concept).
He ponders on whether he would ever be successful in his attempt to find peace, and becomes resigned that he will not.
He sees his life as pointless with no apparent way out of the darkness, a darkness which steers him into depression, concluding that life is not worth living.
As Arjuna gets older, the worse his condition gets, illnesses take longer to get over, become more chronic and persistent, and the looming shade of death penetrates his thoughts, something he never contemplated in his youth.
He reaches a point where he sees no good in things, no point in carrying on against a sea of struggles, waves that never cease.
He reflects on times of wealth and of material possessions that never truly brought happiness, and how things have lost their flavour, colour and shine.
Despair overwhelms Arjuna and he grows weak both physically and mentally and sees no way to carry on.
Without knowing it, Arjuna has reached the “dark night of the soul”, a point in life when one has lost the appetite to live but has not yet gained the knowledge or awareness of divinity.
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And so it is like Arjuna that one must weather the storm. We often forget that the darkest part of the night is just before dawn, and that night always gives in to day, and that light always overpowers the dark.
Most of us may have at one point experienced the dark night of the soul, a time when all is empty and devoid of meaning or connection. No pleasure or purpose can be derived from existence.
Such moments can be triggered by external events or internal worries, generated by the ego.
I have come to observe that what happens next seems to be determined and influenced by three things; people that surround and support us, how eager one is to change and how spiritually evolved one is or one wants to be during our darkest hour.
Several things can and do happen during the dark night of the soul, invariably a chain of events that culminate in something tragic or something majestic.
My father’s family has been plagued by tragedy, not able to navigate through the dark night. Of the six children born, one died as a new born, two died from suicide, two had nervous breakdowns and became alcoholics and spiritually bankrupt, and the strongest and most spiritual all them all (my beloved Aunt Joan) lived a life that was full, until her passing well into her Eighties.
And it is perhaps folly to think that materialism may help us through the dark times, when in fact it can push us further and further away from the light of liberation.
I know so many people who resort to alcohol for an uplift, when in fact it has the polar opposite effect, leading to more misery, which, like the unfortunate tale of my friend from Finland who tragically passed away recently, leads to premature death.
I too have experienced the dark night of the soul. Twelve years ago my wife told me in no uncertain terms that our marriage was over, she would no longer put up with the alcohol-fuelled transgressions and told me of her own, which led to the most pivotal (“sliding doors”) moment of my life.
Thankfully the thinnest of filaments between our souls was still attached, so it was in that exact moment in time that I had to make a decision, to change who I was and the behaviours I was exhibiting, or to leave the family home for uncharted and lonely waters.
I chose wisely, and soon after changing my ways, I found what one could call God, not in personified form, but in energetic form.
My first experience of reiki literally blew my mind, in a room of twelve strangers I witnessed and experienced some incredible things, things that told me that not only were the dozen practitioners in the room invisibly connected, but that everything everywhere is connected.
In later chapters we will come onto the Hindu concept of “guna”, which I understand to be three levels of spiritual evolution, and I believe that what happened to me twelve years ago opened the door to “Level 2”, and since that day all transgressions have ceased, and in times that I do struggle, I turn instead to contemplation and knowledge over alcohol abuse, and my marriage and friendships are better for it.
What actually happened appears to be an awakening of sort, a transition away from the material world and the ego, towards a more spiritual existence and liberation.
It was also around that time that I began to see things which hitherto went unnoticed, the amount of synchronicities increased exponentially, as did deja vu, Bader Meinhof and lucid dreams. Something was “turned on” and once the light was turned on it was never turned off, although from time to time it may dim.
So I survived my dark night of the soul (not as dark or as extreme as others I’m sure) and I managed that primarily due to the people that surrounded me and the wanting and willingness to change, moving from materialism to spirituality, from ego to a higher state of consciousness.
I’m not there yet, but things become clearer and brighter every day…