Incubation Space

“Regardless of how long formal training takes, there is after that a period of maturation called “the nurturing of the sacred fetus.” This is a period of time in which the teachings are allowed to penetrate one’s flesh and bones and blood so that they become a manifestation of our being. It’s only then that a person is really ready for the seal of approval.

“In the literature of Zen there are many examples where after the transmission, the teacher asked the disciple to disappear and let his or her understanding mature. The Sixth Ancestor, Huineng, spent sixteen years in hiding before he emerged and began to teach. The process of training takes a long period of time. There are no quickies in Zen.” Chasing Buddhas and Ancestors, Dharma Discourse by John Daido Loori, Roshi, Koans of the Way of Reality, Master Yunmen’s Zen Warnings

Creative people everywhere know about “nurturing the sacred fetus,” although I have never heard it put like that. Students are also familiar with the concept. People normally call it “incubation.” I use it.

What I do is cram my head full of information. And then I do nothing. The information knits itself together. I make connections I never contemplated. The subconscious is truly amazing.

I’m in the process of doing it now. I am studying New Age-y medicine. I am learning about chakras and intuitive diagnosis and things like that. I am fascinated by it. I do not understand all of it by a long shot. Worse yet, I cannot even see auras!

I don’t care. I want the understanding at my disposal when needed. What if I saw someone’s aura and didn’t know what it is? I want the foundational understanding just in case it happens someday.



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About cdhoagpurple

I have an MBA, am married to a GM/UAW retiree with Huntington's Disease. I am more Buddhist than Christian. I plan on moving to Virginia when widowed. I have a friend''s parents that live down there and another friend living in Maryland. I am simplifying my life in preparation for the eventual move.Eight years ago, my husband had stage 4 cancer. I am truly "neither here nor there." My identity shifts and I am always surprised where I end up. 2015 was my hardest year ever. This is my Dark Night of the Soul. Welcome to it.

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