Awareness is Anthony de Mello’s best-selling guide to the spiritual life, now firmly established as a modern spiritual classic. It uses humour, compassion and insight to help readers into an understanding of the importance of awareness in order to understand ourselves and the world around us. With anecdotes and stories as well as guidelines and exercises in self-help, this book is filled with real wisdom and practical advice. It tackles the universal issues of change, happiness, suffering and loss and also gives direction on coping with love, anger and fear. One of the most gifted spiritual teachers of the 20th Century, Anthony de Mello was widely known throughout the world for his retreats, workshops and therapy courses before his untimely death in 1987.
I was recently sitting in one of Dublin’s main train stations on my way to my brother’s apartment. Late in the evening, the last trains were heading for the remoter outlying towns. Three work colleagues, professional types, sauntered along the platform after a long day’s work – laughing and joking. One of the guys, Gerry, started telling a joke and, as one does, one of the others interrupted with a witty remark.
But Gerry wasn’t happy at his joke being interrupted – “Shut up, Clodagh, I’ve spent the whole evening listening to your stupid accountant jokes – let me tell mine!” Clodagh started laughing “Are you serious, Gerry – we’re just having fun”. But Gerry got more annoyed and, like a bold two-year-old, refused to continue with his joke, storming off to one end of the platform.
Clodagh and the other guy sat down beside me. “What’s wrong with Gerry?” she asked. “Just ignore him and he’ll cool down” was the response. Five minutes later, as Gerry paced the platform, Clodagh followed – “Come on, Gerry, what’s wrong, this is stupid” – “F**k off” Gerry replied, sitting down the other side of me.
Just then, a young cleaner moved along the platform, emptying the bins into a large black bag, sweeping up rubbish as he went. He stopped in front of Gerry “Excuse me, sir” as he motioned to Gerry that he wanted to sweep some rubbish from under his seat. Once again, Gerry rose to the occasion – “F**k off” was his only response. “Sorry, sir?” “I told you to f**k off!” Gerry stood, kicking the black bag in a temper. The bag toppled and, in slow motion, fell onto the railway track – spilling rubbish all over the place.
Within a couple of moments, station security arrived – and as Gerry’s last train home pulled into the station that Tuesday evening, Gerry was being escorted from the platform, kicking and screaming, by two police men.
Now, make up your own mind – is this madness? What started as a stupid reaction to a throw-away remark, ended up with a night in the cells. And I don’t make these stories up!