Love equals pain. Face it.

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by Kara-Leah Grant, Musings from the Mat

It’s the summer of 2000 and I’ve just come back to Whistler, BC after nine weeks living on the side of a volcano in Maui.

I’d been on a mad adventure with a man I’d meet waitressing that winter in Whistler – but that’s another story.

My life is packed full of stories from that time, many of them involving men. I was young, carefree and a permanent traveller. It was four years since I’d graduated my Journalism Course and bailed on New Zealand, looking for fame, fortunate, freedom and adventure.

This particular night, I’d gone into The Longhorn Saloon, where I worked as a waitress – best gig in town – to pick up my pay cheque.

In winter, that pay cheque didn’t matter too much because we’d hit individual sales of $3000 in an eight hour shift, and make an average of $100 – $300 in tips per shift. Summer was different. The Longhorn Saloon was an apres ski bar, and despite it’s massive patio and hordes of people drinking corona in the sun, we waitresses only averaged about $50 – $150 per shift in summer. The $200 a week we made in wages counted in the summer time.

So there I am, picking up my wages, it’s a mid-summer’s late afternoon, and I spy a good friend of mine at the pool table, drinking with a buddy of his.

This good friend – lets call him Gerald – is a fellow Leo, born the day after me, and he’s got a heart of gold. I have a lot of fondness for him. He’s also one of the biggest coke dealers in town, which is somewhat perplexing.

Once, bemoaning the fact that his cell phone was full of messages and he couldn’t empty them without listening to each and every one… I offered to do it for him. Ever listen to a coke dealer’s phone messages?  Person after person after person demanding service instantly – talk about job pressure. Gerald was no pusher, he was pulled to pillar and post all over town by the demands of his clients. That’s another story too.

I join Gerald and his friend, who I don’t know, at the pool table. Pool is one of my favourite ways to spend time in a bar and I’m confident I can win. I probably do, but I have no recollection what-so-ever of playing pool. What I do remember is when Mike – that’s Gerald’s friend I hadn’t met before, and yes, that’s his real name – mentioned he’d been in advertising back in Melbourne.

Well.

Advertising.

My writing career felt like it was going no-where fast – witness why I was in the bar, picking up a waitressing cheque.

Advertising sounded so grown-up and glamorous and hey, don’t they need copywriters?

Suddenly, Mike got a whole lot more interesting. Of course, he was already interesting. An Australian with a city accent, he was good-looking, had a confident physicality and the ease and charm of a Libran. As the afternoon bleed into night, and trips to the downstairs bathroom increased, he was looking more and more interesting.

Somehow, at some point, Mike and I decided to de-camp to my place, after making a purchase from Gerald and hitting up the local liquor store for pre-mixed Black Russians – which was what we’d been drinking all night.

We headed out to Alpine – cab or bus? Can’t remember. Wouldn’t have been a car though. Those were few and far between in the circles I moved in – no need in Whistler where you could walk the length of the valley in a couple of hours and the bus service ran every 7 minutes.

I was house-sitting a one -bedroom apartment that belonged to another waitress at the Longhorn. She’d gone off to LA for nine weeks to do her Bikram Teacher Training – the first time I’d ever heard of Bikram. Tania would go on to be my first, and still one of my favourite, Bikram teachers.

Mike and I set up in her lounge, drinking and doing rails and talking and talking. And talking. It wasn’t just the coke though – it was the connection between us. He was intelligent and easy-going and interesting and interested in me and we had so much to say to each other

Then we went to bed.

For about three days.

The only reason we finally got out of bed was because I had to get dressed and catch a plane to Las Vegas where I was celebrating my 25th birthday with three girlfriends from Whistler.

And yes… that’s another story.

I came back, and Mike was still in my bed. At least, he might have been. He might have gone home for the four days I was in Vegas – I don’t remember. But it felt like he was still there. And we took up where we left off.

This was Love, with a capital L. And the first Love with a Capital L I’d experienced since falling in Love with my first boyfriend in my last year of high school. We’re talking five or six years. I was in heaven, over the moon, giddy, on cloud nine, dancing to work, and loving it.

And Mike mostly stayed at my place.

We talked and laughed and made love and relished the fact we had this beautiful little one-bedroom all to ourselves – a rare thing in a ski-town with a chronic housing-shortage.

One afternoon, maybe two or three weeks in, we’re talking and laughing and sharing stories about this and that and I make a light-hearted reference to being in a threesome.

Mike’s face changes.

A black cloud washes over it and his eyes shut down.

He shuts down.

The honeymoon bubble we’ve been in pops and suddenly he’s making excuses to leave. He’s gone and out the door before I can say anything more, heading into town. Day has suddenly turned into night and I feel like I’ve just had a limb amputated.

The easy intimacy we’ve been sharing, the complete melding of Selves has been shattered.

My reaction to this moment is to define the rest of our relationship, which goes on to last two and a half years.

But it will always have a weak foundation because of what I do.

This moment, my reaction, creates the seed for the ending.

My light-hearted reference to threesomes has triggered something in Mike – it’s brought up his insecurities. He’s wisely left because intuitively he knows he needs to work through this. However, I’m so attached to the romantic bubble we’ve been floating around in – something that’s not healthy at all – that I immediately chase after him.

I chase him because his insecurity has triggered my fear – I’m petrified of losing the intimacy we’d been wallowing in. I’m petrified of losing the Love.

I’m petrified.

This is the days before cell phones – the only person I knew who had one back then was Gerald. I don’t remember how I tracked Mike down, but Whistler isn’t very big, and I knew his patterns by then.

I follow him to Tommy Africa’s, the local nightclub where Gerald works the door and I go-go dance. There, I corner Mike and plead and beg to know what’s going on and war’s wrong and why did he leave and it’s not a big deal.

I’m freaking out at what he must be thinking of me because of the whole threesome thing, but also feeling rejected for being me as such, and I’m justifying and back-pedalling and explaining. Mostly I’m begging him to come back. I want to get this over and done with and behind us so we can climb back into the Bubble and float around forever.

My persuasiveness works - Mike comes back with me.

Yet the damage has been done. Not because of the revelation. Nor because of what it triggered in Mike.

But because I couldn’t allow Mike to separate out from me and do what he needed to do for himself.

I couldn’t trust that in that separation out, he would work through something and emerge stronger, ready to meet me on a new level.

I didn’t know that this dance of togetherness and separateness is the dance and rhythm of healthy relationship. Not the Romantic Idealised Bubble we’d been floating around in.

Instead, I forced Mike to come back, forced him to deny what he was feeling, forced him to ignore what it was he needed to do. I used my will to make things how I wanted to make them.

And it made them weak. It made Mike weak. Ultimately, it made our relationship weak.

I broke up with Mike two and a half years later, on Australia Day.

Always a huge party day in Whistler, infested with Aussies as it was. I’d been working at The Longhorn Saloon, and had stayed out afterwards, partying with a good (male) friend of mine. It felt liberating to be out with Mike. Our relationship had been feeling stagnant and I’d been feeling trapped. But I’d never discussed any of this with Mike – I still had no idea what I was truly feeling in life, let alone how to talk about it with someone.

I was home just before midnight – early, early, early in the days when we’d often party until 6am. And early compared to Mike, who often stayed out later than me with his buddies, drinking, and partying.

I walked in the door and Mike lost it on me. Jealous and mad and upset and I was late.

I stood in shock. This was the first time I could remember going out without him, and for months, he’d been staying out later than me. Plus I’d been experiencing minor anxiety attacks while waiting for him to come home. But I’d focused on working through this anxiety, on not demanding he come home with me so I wouldn’t feel that way.

Now, after all that hard work facing into my anxiety by myslef, I could’t believe he was upset when I came home before midnight.

I ended it right then and there because he couldn’t let me separate from him when I needed to. My actions from the beginning of the relationship had come full circle to create the ending. 

Mike was completely blind-sided.

But I’d made up my mind. And my mind ruled everything in those days – combine my iron-fast will with my rigid Mind and that was that.

Now, looking back on this relationship, it’s easy to see that it wasn’t a lack of love that stopped it from flourishing, but the fear, anxiety and lack of true communication. It was the lack of space and trust and freedom.

It’s thirteen years later, and I’ve just met a man with the potential to sweep me off my feet.

That same strong connection is there. That same knowing. Only it’s different. This time there is also a maturity and an understanding that there’s nothing fragile about true love. There’s nothing to fear. There’s no anxiety.

There’s an understanding that at some point in my relating with this new man, one of us will trigger pain in the other. That pain may lead to withdrawal. And that’s ok. Withdrawal is ok. Space is ok. Separateness is ok. Being trigger is even ok.

Why? Because being in Love, allowing ourselves to be seen and to be vulnerable, will always result in us being emotionally triggered.

By their very nature, relationships bring to the surface old wounds, old ideas, old beliefs and old patterns so they can be seen and released.

This is the work of Love. This is the work of relationship. Not the Romantic Bubble I believed in 13 years ago.

Yes, there are things about me that will trigger pain and hurt in the man who loves me.

I know that this is no fault of mine, nor flaw of mine.

When that happens, as it will, I can stand back and trust that the man who loves me is strong enough to face his own fear squarely.

Just as I will face the fear that he triggers in me.

Each of us owning what belongs to ourselves – not dumping it on the other, or blaming the other for triggering it.

Together, in Love, we face our Fears.

That’s what commitment is.

Not glossing over it, or hiding it away, or denying it, or running from it.

But seeing it and facing it squarely.

Square away – I’m ready.

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Comments

  1. Nobody says

    For the past several months, you were seeking Self-Realization. Seeking Truth.
    Week after week, month after month, you were focused you were driven, you had a massive amount of momentum built up.
    Even half way around the world, reading your blogs, one could literally see a massive boulder of focused seeking hurling down a giant moutain at break neck speed, speeding toward Maya’s prisons walls about to break through. To be free. To be freedom itself.

    Then Poof, just like that it was gone. Only crickets to be heard.

    So what happend?

    Best guess, you woke up. For a few moments you found Truth. You became Truth.
    But Maya is a tricky one isnt she. She controls your mind, your memories and this entire world.

    So what did Maya do?
    Finding truth scared the tar out of Maya. She realized she was about to lose you from her illusionary world. In desperation she went through her long list of seductions. She needed the perfect bribe to pay you off to keep you from asking any more questions.

    Money, Power, Success, Fame, Glory are all great bribes. But she needed the big gun…LOVE.
    Love the biggest and greatest bribe of all time.

    So she paid you off. She brought Love into your life to keep you finding out that you are not a human being, not a woman, not a yogi but in fact are Love itself. A vast ocean of love existing through all time and space.

    One can only show you the gates of heaven. but the question is Do you want to leave?
    Do you wish to continue to embrace your Love & Fears and all the wild wonders of this illusionary world.
    (which is all perfectly fine)
    To continue to be one of Mayas slaves on this planet? Or do you wish to turn your back on it all and keep asking questions. To wake up. To find truth. To find Self-realization.

    About now, if you hadnt before I imagine you are finally starting to grasp the enormous price one has to pay to wake up.
    Do you still want it?

    Whatever the case please know that Everything that you do or do not do in this perceived life, everything is going to be ok.

    Wake up or do not wake up..whatever it is all going to be fine.
    Its all ok

    Best wishes

    • Jenifer says

      while this may be true, it might also be Maya.

      as a woman who has been in relationship for 15.5 years now, my experience is that enlightenment as a householder is just as possible as enlightenment as not a householder.

    • says

      Your words suggest that Maya actively tries to enslave us. I experience that Maya allows us to play the game of sleeping and waking, of choosing how we respond in each moment. I think that when we leave this place we will all laugh at the wonder of the experience. And be grateful to Maya for helping us have it.

    • Kara-Leah Grant says

      Hey Doug,

      Oh juicy, juicy, juicy comment!

      After reading Jed McKenna’s books, I couldn’t see the point of waking up from the dream, as he puts it. Instead, I could see the point of waking up in the dream. He calls it the difference between Enlightenment and Human Adulthood. Plus, I’ve also been reading Adhyshanti who has a slightly different take on Enlightenment – one that still involves human relationship.

      Here’s an extract from an interview with his wife Mukti:

      soon after I was married to Stephen Gray, now Adyashanti, we attended a satsang (teaching) with a teacher named Gangaji. Right away Adya got up and spoke with her from his perspective. I could see that the dialogue that ensued was from a shared, awakened perspective of knowing Oneness, and that it was a dialogue in which I was not able to participate. As I witnessed their exchange, something came fiercely alive inside me, saying, “In order to have a true spiritual marriage, a true meeting of Adya, I must know this perspective.” And my seeing this didn’t come from a place of jealousy. It just came from a knowing that this must be—it was as though within myself, without literal words, my Being was saying, “This must come to pass. So that I too can meet my husband from this perspective.”

      This knowing kicked off a real fire within me. In the past, I’d come from traditions of faith and trusting in the guidance of a savior or guru. But this was different. I think it was the first moment when something in me knew that it was time for me to be truly serious, to truly engage the issue of realization for myself.

      To become what you were witnessing in them…

      Become that and to no longer waste time. It was as though something just clicked inside me that took me out of a sense of “Whatever God wills” to an intense inquiry: “What is God? What is this?” Before that, when I had a savior or a guru, I would place my trust in their wisdom, their divinity.

      Their enlightenment.

      Their enlightenment. I believed that if I emulated them as best I could or followed the teachings that they’d set out, then maybe I would come to know what they know. But in this moment, what happened was it went from following the teacher to “this must be.” There was just something inside me that made not knowing no longer an option, and in that sense it was as though time had run out. Sharing Adya’s perspective had to be in order for this marriage to be what it must be for me, the only thing that will be satisfying for me.

      It shifted from wanting to know God to seeing God in these two people interacting, to seeing that they looked out of those eyes of God. And my saying to myself, “I will not be satisfied unless this is my perspective,” changed something. It no longer was about wanting to know God (as an object). I wanted to be that. So this inquiry began…“What is that? What is that perspective?” And the word that Gangaji and Adya were using for the One was “Truth.” So, it ignited something new. As opposed to wanting to know love or bliss or the joy of union with God, the movement came to wanting to know the truth of that perspective, of Oneness.

      And so, this became my inquiry, a very, very alive inquiry for months. And I had to do it for myself. The outward, more routine spiritual activities I did, such as attending services or meditations, became arenas where I would dive into these questions. I think it’s important to emphasize that something shifted inside me where I had to know. It’s not something that I can take credit for. Something in me just turned.

      And yet, one of the distinguishing features of that moment was that the marriage itself became part of the motivation to say, “I can’t stop here. I’ve got to go where I can meet this being where he is.”

      So can one still be truth and be in relationship? Jed would say no, yet Adhyshanti would say yes. And maybe I’ll find out for myself.

      KL

  2. says

    Thank you KL, you tell a wonderful story. And I love that you so clearly perceive how your choices created your experience, and how you are free to make different choices this time. Awesome! So happy for you, and for him.

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