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  • From Suffering to Compassion: Transforming Life with ME/CFS

    From Suffering to Compassion: Transforming Life with ME/CFS

    Living with chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS) often feels like carrying an invisible weight that never goes away. The exhaustion is far beyond ordinary tiredness, permeating not just the body but the mind and heart as well. For many of us, this illness can feel like a curse, a complete derailment of life’s trajectory. Yet, over the years, I’ve come to see it also as a strange and unexpected blessing—one that has thrown me deeper into spiritual practice, into moments of stillness and contemplation I might not have otherwise known.

    At its worst, the illness can leave me in bed, lights off, no sound, in a state of complete sensory deprivation. And it is in these moments, when there is nothing to distract me from my thoughts, that I’ve had to learn how to truly be alone. Learning to witness my reactions, cultivating equanimity, and practicing calm-abiding meditation have become vital companions on this journey. For many years, I focused on the Tibetan practice of Samatha, or calm-abiding meditation, as well as Vipassana, which allows for a deep awareness of the present moment. Sitting in stillness, aware of whatever calm I could find within, helped me cultivate equanimity—though it remains a practice I still have much to learn from.

    But there was another essential practice that transformed how I related to my suffering. The practice of Metta—or loving-kindness—invites us to take our own pain and suffering and recognize that in this vast world, we are not alone in what we feel. When my illness has been most acute, whether through mental anguish or physical symptoms, I’ve practiced thinking: In the same way that I am experiencing this illness, this suffering, this pain, there are others in the world who experience this too. And then, from the heart, I offer the prayer: May I, and all beings, be free from this suffering and its causes.

    This simple yet profound shift in perspective allowed me to transform my experience from one of isolation and misery into a practice of compassion. Instead of being stuck in my own pain, it became a way to benefit others by cultivating loving-kindness for all those who suffer. In this way, even my most difficult experiences became part of my spiritual path. ME/CFS was no longer just an illness—it was an opportunity to deepen my compassion, both for myself and for others.

    Of course, this hasn’t been an overnight transformation. It took many years of spiritual study and practice, drawing from teachings like the Four Noble Truths of the Buddha, the Noble Eightfold Path, and eventually the teachings of Advaita Vedanta. Through these teachings, I came to recognize the fluctuations of the mind, or vrittis, and learned to observe the content of my thoughts—pratyayas—without identifying with them. This practice of witnessing the mind has allowed me to find peace in the midst of the storm, much like the Dark Night of the Soul described by St. John of the Cross.

    For me, it has felt less like a dark night and more like twenty years of spiritual darkness, but nonetheless, this darkness has also been a teacher. Learning to be present with my suffering, rather than resisting it, has become an integral part of my life with ME/CFS. And while the illness has forced me to withdraw from many aspects of life, it has also drawn me into the heart of spiritual practice.

    To anyone living with this illness, or any chronic illness, I offer this: it’s okay to feel overwhelmed by the weight of it all. It’s okay to grieve the life you once had or the future you imagined. But there are also practices—like Metta, calm-abiding meditation, and witnessing the mind—that can transform this suffering into something that nourishes not only your soul but the souls of others as well.

    May you, and all beings, be free from suffering and its causes. May this invisible weight become a doorway into the mystic, where even in solitude, you find that you are never truly alone.

    🙏🕊️🙏

  • The Jewel of the Body, Speech, and Mind: A Buddhist Bedtime Story of OM AH HUNG

    The Jewel of the Body, Speech, and Mind: A Buddhist Bedtime Story of OM AH HUNG

    The fire crackled softly as the night sky wrapped the world in a blanket of stars. In a small, quiet room high in the mountains, little Sonam snuggled close to her grandfather, whose voice was like a river flowing gently through time. Tonight, Grandfather had promised to share a special teaching—a teaching about the mantra OM AH HUNG, a mantra that carried the wisdom of the Buddha’s body, speech, and mind. It was a gift for those seeking to awaken their true nature, a path to discovering the light that lives within every heart.

    “Come closer, little one,” Grandfather whispered, his eyes gleaming with warmth. “Tonight, I will tell you about this sacred mantra, OM AH HUNG. These three sounds hold the secret to remembering who we truly are—beyond all the noise of the world, beyond all fear and doubt. With each repetition, they bring us closer to the realization that we are already whole, already one with the body, speech, and mind of the Buddha.”

    Sonam’s small hands rested gently on her lap as she listened, her heart softening with each word.

    Grandfather began, his voice as soft as the night breeze. “The first sound is OM. It rests in the forehead, shining with a clear, bright white light, like the first snowfall on a quiet morning. OM is the body of the Buddha—pure, radiant, and free. When you chant OM, you are inviting your body to become still and calm, like the Buddha’s body. You remember that your body, just as it is, is special.”

    Sonam closed her eyes and imagined a bright white light glowing softly at her forehead. With each breath, the light expanded, filling her whole body with a sense of peace and clarity.

    “Even when you feel tired,” Grandfather said gently, “OM reminds you that your body is a vessel for light. It invites you to rest, to breathe, and to feel the simple joy of being alive.”

    “The next sound,” Grandfather continued, “is AH. It rests in the throat and shines with a warm, red light, like the glow of the setting sun. AH is the speech of the Buddha—the sound of truth, kindness, and love that flows through every word. When you chant AH, you invite your words to become soft and clear. You remember that your voice is a gift.”

    Sonam imagined a soft red light glowing in her throat, spreading warmth through her chest. She whispered the sound AH quietly to herself, feeling how the vibration opened her heart like petals unfolding in the morning sun.

    “AH teaches us to speak from a place of kindness,” Grandfather said, “whether we are speaking to ourselves or others. Our words have the power to heal, to comfort, and to bring peace.”

    “And finally,” Grandfather said softly, “we have HUNG. This sound rests in the heart, shining with a deep, blue light, like the vast sky just before dawn. HUNG is the mind of the Buddha—boundless, clear, and filled with compassion. When you chant HUNG, you invite your mind to rest, free from grasping and fear. You remember that your true nature is like the sky—open, spacious, and infinite.”

    Sonam placed a small hand over her heart, imagining a deep blue light glowing there. With each breath, the light expanded, filling her whole being with a sense of calm and openness.

    “Even when your thoughts feel tangled,” Grandfather whispered, “HUNG reminds you that beneath every thought, your mind is already clear and vast, like the sky.”

    Grandfather smiled, seeing Sonam’s little body relax as the teachings settled into her heart. “Now, my dear one,” he said, “let us say the mantra together. With each repetition, we bring the body, speech, and mind into harmony, becoming one with the Buddha’s light.”

    Together, they whispered the mantra:
    OM… AH… HUNG… OM… AH… HUNG…

    As they chanted, Sonam felt the lights of white, red, and blue merge within her, like rivers flowing into the same ocean. She felt herself resting deeply, her body, speech, and mind becoming still and clear, like the calm surface of a mountain lake.

    “This is the gift of OM AH HUNG,” Grandfather said quietly. “It helps us remember that we are not separate from the Buddha—we are already one with the body, speech, and mind of wisdom and compassion.”

    Sonam yawned softly, her heart full of warmth and peace. “Grandfather,” she whispered, “can I say OM AH HUNG when I feel scared or sad?”

    Grandfather kissed her forehead gently. “Yes, my little one. Whenever you need to feel grounded, loved, or at peace, you can chant OM AH HUNG. It will remind you that you are never alone—your body, speech, and mind are already whole, already filled with light.”

    As Sonam drifted deeper into sleep, Grandfather offered a final blessing:
    “OM… may your body be at peace.
    AH… may your voice be a song of kindness.
    HUNG… may your heart rest in the vast sky of compassion.”

    And with that, Sonam drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, carried by the gentle rhythm of the mantra. In her dreams, she floated through fields of white, red, and blue light, resting in the open sky of compassion, her heart blooming like a lotus in the morning sun.

    May OM AH HUNG guide you always, bringing peace to your body, kindness to your voice, and love to your heart.

    Goodnight, little one. ❤️

    🙏🕊️🙏



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