Mastering one’s heart through a holy man

What’s it like being in the presence of a holy man?

Exhilarating yet humbling. Emptying while also fulfilling. Joyful but just a little bit sad. Most of all, however, it is loving. Loving from that person both through him and in him. Loving for yourself and for those fortunate enough like me to be in the individual’s presence.

I got a good taste of what it’s like to be near someone who emits joy and loving compassion. And it happened twice. Once today and once yesterday. And I’m still feeling the afterglow of a bliss that I find it hard to put into words.

It started Wednesday in Seoul while sitting in the congregation of a temple where the Dharma Master greeted visitors from around the world taking part in the one hundredth anniversary of WON Buddhism. It was 100 years since the first master, Sot’aesan, reached enlightenment on April 28th, 1916, and shared his experience with nine disciples who helped create a new form of Buddhism in the small Korean village of Iksan.

The most recent master, Kyungsan, smiled broadly as he sat at the front of the gathering. Sitting in pews, more than 100 of us sat with keen attention – some might call it mindful attentiveness — as he spoke in Korean followed by an English-speaking translator.

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Opening your heart in the presence of a holy person is pure love

I needed no interpretation for the signal I received. It went straight to my heart. I couldn’t believe how much my very soul was opening to him and how much joy filled me! I felt tears welling up. Tears of happiness and giddiness. I wanted everyone in the world to experience what I felt and would have given the world to package this and send it air-mail to every address near and far. Including North Korea with whom these loving people hope one day to reconnect and join as one big family again.

I can’t explain how something like this could be happening. I’m no medium or someone who can channel the spirits from the nether lands. I’m a red-blooded American who fought in war, wrote as a newspaper reporter and tried to help poor mostly black youths get through the criminal justice system as a Philadelphia public defender.

Yet, I felt chosen. I felt unique and charged with an energy reserved only for those marching into battle for some heavenly cause. That cause of course was and will always be the cause of love. Divine love if you will. The stuff that dreams are made of and really do come true when you’re faithful to its calling.

Bliss filled me. I closed my eyes and thanked creation for bringing such a divine feeling. I didn’t deserve it, but I wasn’t going to reject it.

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Today I felt the same charge run through me. About fifty of us toured the farmlands where the first master became enlightened and we met the immediate past dharma master, Chawsan. He wore the same vestments as his successor, but covered his head with a small cap. It looked like a yamaka to me. He was dressed in white with what I call a “sash” over his shoulders with a large symbol of “WON.” That is the circle of WON. In this case, it was in gold.

He spoke little English, but I felt the warm exhilaration start to spread as soon as he addressed us and seemed to be looking directly into my soul. I couldn’t believe this was happening again. Why was I being singled out? What’s wrong with me or what’s right with me? I felt that nothing could harm me in this glorious moment and there was nothing strange about this, even though it was something I never experienced before.

I felt this man—in his late 70s – had given his entire adult life to helping others reach their true potentials. Not for material things, but for the good of mankind. For the spiritual advancement of all sentient beings.

God I wanted this feeling never to end.

When it did, however, I went to him, genuflected like a good Catholic boy, and asked him if I could hug him. I believe he understood me for he opened his arms and I embraced him.

Later, all I could think of was what it must have been like to be alive at the time of a Buddha, a Jesus, a Mohammed or a Moses as they walked the earth. You wouldn’t need to speak any of their languages. You’d simply understand their language of love.

6 comments on “Mastering one’s heart through a holy man

  1. Rebecca Goff says:

    WOW Michael, I am impressed by your powerful website. This is my first visit to your expressions in writing. You and I are on the same path, and that you had such an encounter with Chawsan, is proof to me, because I was so fortunate to have had similar experience with Him when he was in Phil. You were the perfect ambassador from America. You carried your humility and open heart, and brought back a fuller vessel in which you so generously share. I Love being your friend, in all our Holy encounters.
    I Love You! Rebecca

    • contoveros says:

      Ain’t this love great?

      Meditation is bringing us all together. It is what the Buddha said it would do, and that is lead to enlightenment. It is the same thing that Jesus preached, and that is the kingdom of God is within.

      It is so nice to be on the same journey as someone like you.

      I love you too Rebecca!

      Michael J

  2. sam davies says:

    When are you returning state side, M.J.? Need hugs here!

  3. Ah! “… a taste of Nirvana…” How perfect, how wonderful!!!!

  4. This was beautiful! I got “Angel bumps” reading it. What a very special and seemingly transforming experience for you. I felt the embrace you shared just by reading about it. Enjoy.

    • contoveros says:

      Now I figure I know what it’s like to embrace God. It’s heavenly

      — or a taste of Nirvana for those following the Buddha Way!

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