Practice not minding!
Michael Singer
Isn't it cool to see how the word "mind" can be a verb? When personal mind is in the forefront of our experience, determining how we perceive and react to the world...we call that "minding." Our spiritual goal is to recognize when mind is driving and to have the deeper, wiser part of our Selves take over. We need to learn to "not mind" our way through Life events.
I am at the part of my sadhana where I have begun to use some of the more challenging things in Life as a part of my practice. I am practicing with what once brought a great deal of distress and reactivity to me, and I am learning to settle peacefully into these experiences.
An Example of Not Minding
I woke up with chest pain...second bout in 24 hours. It was so hard to breathe. So hard to think. So hard to experience anything but the pain. It was all consuming. It was definitely angina. That meant, I knew, "I am in another cluster of coronary vasospasms". When I recognize it as such, I take the nitro through each attack of spasms ('attack' is a strong word) and it eventually works...maybe not the first shot but by the second or third it will subside. Then I will forget about the pain until the next bout...and there will be a next bout. I know that. I accept that.
I no longer resist and freak out because of that reality. I have learned to accept that I will have 2-3 days of these episodes...coming and going, ebbing and flowing in intensity. I sit with each bout. I rest and do my best to breathe and relax through each spasm. I observe and I experience. I take my nitro when it gets bad or lasts for more than a few moments. I take aspirin if I need to. I prepare myself for what I must do if the third shot of nitro doesn't work. I tell myself, "Yeah...this could be it. This might be how this body ends. Do what you are called to do to stay alive and leave the rest to God." And I relax into the experience, waiting on what Life will do next.
Then, just like that the bout will be gone; just like that, the cluster will be done for another couple of months (weeks in the summer). I won't think of it again until I once again feel that squeezing pain in my chest. And I begin the whole process again.
The humid Maritime Summer, I have discovered, is not my friend lol. Every year, I forget about how summer weather impacts my health as I look forward to the approach of July. When my body starts to respond with this heaviness, this weakness, lethargy, and extra bouts of vasospasms I remember, "Oh yeah...this body doesn't like the humidity." It is extra humid these days and with the little surgery I had done last week, the sedation, on top of all the 'normal stress' I experience, I am not overly surprised about this bout.
A Time of Reacting and Minding
I did not always react this calmly to this pain experience. Knowing it was cardiac from the beginning, I "reacted" quite intensely at first running into emergency with tension and fear, asking and demanding that someone see and fix what I had going on. It never quite worked out that way. I was seen as a young, fit, and active female, not a cardiac potential ...therefore it was decided it must be a "mental health" issue, not a physical one. Man...I was never the posterchild for mental health lol but this, I knew, was physical. Though there were some who also knew and supported me, most of the specialists didn't. I went years and years and years without a diagnosis, and therefore without the support one with a diagnosis would get.
I'm fairly smart when it comes to pathophysiology. I knew what I was dealing with from the begining. When my sisters got diagnosed with the same thing much later in life it validated what I was experiencing...at least for me, if no one else. I knew, early on, what it was. I told people what I thought it was. I knew what I had to do. I got the nitro and no matter what anyone else told me to the contrary...I knew. I handled it. I also knew this "little mitral valve anomly" I had was also causing me issues. I could literally hear both the click and the regurgitation without a stethoscope. Since the regurgitation was intermittent, not everyone heard it. Some did...but most didn't. That too got dismissed as not being a potential source of my problem by many specialists. (Other specialists who caught the murmur, informed me I would likely need a valve repair in my sixties.) I also knew I was having arrhythmias...nasty ones. I could see my pulse on my sports watch going from 40 to 200 and back down to 30 for no apparent reason. (I recorded these fluctuations for posterity). I also saw it going up and down like crazy when I was in an atrial fib. That too got denied even when it showed up on cardiac screening. I began to faint. Even when I got rushed into ER by ambulance...I was too often sent home with a shrug of the shoulder and a referral to another specialist. So, long story short. I didn't get the support I needed at first...medically or financially.
I truly believed the thing I needed most in the world, back then, was a clear diagnosis. I kept syaing to myself and others, "My life would be better if ...I had a solid diagnosis." I craved one! I did whatever I could to get one! I resisted the way Life was playing out because of this experience of not having one... big time!! I was a closed, resistant, grasping mess for many, many years.
I have the diagnosis' now...received by a cardiologist after one of many fainting bouts, but I don't need it anymore. I realize I never really needed it. I am, however, because of it, on a 'miracle' medication that limits both the pulse fluctuatons and the vasospasms (if not totally) and I am so grateful. Throughout this whole experience lasting over 25 years between onset and appropriate treatment, I went from reacting in fear to learning that all I ever needed was already in me. I learned to take care of myself. I learned that reactivity and struggle to get validation and support for what was going on in the body was a struggle doing more harm than good, that it was not going to help get me what I really wanted and needed - peace.
Once I established how to cope with the pain and keep the body alive for as long as I could, I stopped focusing on what the body was doing and began looking inward at the mind. The fear of a potential outcome to this health situation gently went away. I began to relax into what was, instead of fearing what could be. I stopped minding when I gave the reins of this life back to Life and said, "Thy will, not my will, be done!" I began to truly heal.
I got to the point in this little life where I truly don't mind what is happening in this body. I am actually kind of grateful for it because it was those symptoms and that challenging experience that took me inward where the only true healing can take place. Each and every bout took me closer to healing. It allowed old samskaras to rise to the surface for release.
"Get to the point where [you not only don't mind] but you like when it comes up."
I remember that, as I feel another bout emerging. I am not sure I will ever "like" this pain experience lol but I do not mind them. I actually appreciate each and every one for the learning and growing potential they offer, for taking me closer to the peace that I truly want and need.
All is well!
Michael A. Singer/ Temple of the Universe/ Sounds True (June 30, 2025) How to Stop Minding and Start Living. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZXUW2C3ARc