February 1, 1996
Dear Pak
Wondo,
Mamaju hajuning
bawana; mamaju hajuning djagad. [Serve the
harmony of the world; serve the harmony of the
universe.]
I am writing to report
in after some 16 years out here in the Western
world. I am sorry that I no longer can remember my
Indonesian and hope that you are able to
understand English better now. Maybe if Carol
Block is still around she could help you with
this.
I remember that when I
left Java in July 1980, at my farewell dinner Pak
Sri Sampoerna remarked that I would be "as if a
stranger in a strange land" on returning to the
West. Truer words have rarely been spoken and my
experience both in the United States, where I
finished my Ph.D. studies and produced Sumarah:
A Study of the Art of Living in an incredible
and virtually inexplicable rush (I finished up in
about four months), and then in Brazil, have often
reminded me of one of the things Pak Hardo used to
say, "When God says 'go west,' you go west; When
God says 'go south,' you go south." I hope it has
all served some purpose but what a horror
nonetheless. I can remember that when I left Java
you remarked to me that you were "jealous" because
in Java things are so easy and the people are so
dear that it is difficult to obtain experience
concerning the harder face of being. Believe me
I've gotten plenty of experience out here so I
guess you were right though I have often felt like
I was "swinging like a hanged man in the wind". I
remember you and Suhardo used to say that Sumarah
could be adapted to any locale and that pamonging
is very different in different places. One day a
pamong visited from Jakarta. He said he was direct
and kasar and described his pamonging
techniques:
I just tell them, "If you don't believe, don't bother coming." I don't worry about etiquette, I just clobber them, "Brother, you're just here trying to amuse yourself. When we meditate we have no mother, father or children but only Tuhan to relate to." (Tipes 4/10/1980)
If pamonging
was like that in Jakarta, imagine what it is like
here in the land of Carnival and rampant hedonism.
I started a group here but found it impossible to
deal with the escapist tendencies of those that
were coming and also found it virtually impossible
to get cooperation in "grounding" the interference
those who came were getting due to opening up in
the practice. Brazil floats on a cloud of petty
distinction (with everyone glowing happily with
mutual hate and practicing pass-it-along abuse)
and the virtual imposition of emotional being. The
tendency is to defy Reality rather than seeking to
resolve problems or disputes by opening up to God
or Sedjatining Keadilan: incredibly irresponsible,
but there you are. The enclosed letter will give
you a better understanding of what I mean by
"grounding" since this is a term that comes out of
practicing Sumarah here, in that the local
environment unfortunately requires it. I let the
group die out.
During this same
period I was working on a revision of Sumarah:
A Study of the Art of Living for a more
general audience. I produced three versions that
covered the issues involved in more popular
language and tried to adapt them to the local
environment (Sumarah's basic practice was
translated into Portuguese). The last version is
Serve the Harmony which remains on my shelf
still unpublished in that I ran out of energy for
pursuing it some eight years ago now. Ho hum.
Maybe someday I'll be able to get back to it,
re-revise it to update the outlook and look for a
publisher. Who knows?
Earlier on, when I was
working on my dissertation, I started some
traditional Indic or sutapa practices that come
more out of Pak Hardjanto's bag of tricks than
Sumarah but arose strictly out of Ilmu Gaib. As I
wrote in June 1992 in a letter at the cataclysmic
unraveling of my relationship with Gloria (the
object of the enclosed letter):
When I first came to Brazil I was on a
shit
fast;
this is an Indic practice which continues in the
sutapa tradition in Java though it is not
normally part of Sumarah. I stayed on the fast,
consuming small portions of each bowel movement
every day for about four years (1980-1984).
Nothing is better for burning out the habit of
thought and leaving the mind as blank and black
as empty space. If you recall I have sometimes
told you that I haven't thought for years. It is
partially as a result of this long fast.
Mechanically a shit
fast shortens the feedback loop between
experience and the response you receive to it in
the world around you. Once the response loop
gets short enough, thought burns out like
phosphorus on water because it is far too slow
to keep up with the existential flow. In
Javanese terms, a shit fast is the quickest way
(except for dying) to shorten the distance
between lahir (outer experience) and batin
(inner experience). An anthropologist, a good
friend who did her fieldwork in India (where
this is quite common among holy men) and the
only person I have ever confessed this behavior
to, asked me about aversion to contact and sex
which are well-known in these periods. I could
testify that during the initial months the level
of intensity so heightened that any contact
whatsoever brought on a fiery burning, mostly
coming in the upper chakra. Eventually the head
chakra itself burns out and the problem ceases.
I obviously don't recommend this for the
fainthearted. No one can ever really take on full
responsibility for the consequences and the
individual must be called to it: not even the
pamong pribadi really has the right to
authorize this one.
You used to say that a
pamong can perform his service and then go back to
"normal" afterwards, but Pak Hardo then added that
when he started practicing he became a full-time
pamong and was always in the openly receptive,
rasa murni state. This is what has happened to me
as well. This heightened sensitivity is not
notably pleasant in a place like Brazil and is a
bit destabiliziing at times but all in all became
inescapable.
In Pak Kino's terms, I
came to Brazil basically in jinem and then popped
out in junun in December 1991 due to the shock of
falling in love -- can you imagine my surprise
when that happened? Essentially as a result of
what I report in the enclosed letter, I finally
moved into what he used to call suhul and pure
association with the Kabir realm of being (as
opposed to the perversely Sahir perspective in
this society) as of October 1995. Sometimes I have
missed the tranquillity of jinem during the often
tumultuous transition to suhul and to the open,
direct and personal management of my own being
this implies, but obviously there is no going back
at this point. Anyway, things are calming and
steadying now.
That's about it,
really. I hope this letter finds you well and that
Paguyuban Sumarah continues to thrive. I often
miss Java and am frequently consoled by my
knowledge that beauty like that of the Javanese
people really exists. I sometimes wonder how much
change Japanese investment has induced but
hopefully Java remains basically the same. My
loving best wishes to everyone, especially Carol
if she is still to be found.
Yours truly,
David Howe