I’ve heard talk of meditators trying to “get rid of the self” in meditation, and I realize that we’ve stumbled upon a paradox here: the self, trying to get rid of the self. Sorta like a dog chasing its own tail, or an eye trying to see itself. Given that this is both popular and unhelpful, let’s unpack this conundrum, shall we?
This idea of “getting rid of the self” is a peculiar notion that’s crept into Western interpretations of Eastern wisdom. Seems that the concept of anatta, non-self and non-attachment, has twisted into a form of self-annihilation. But if we contemplate “who is it that wants to get rid of the self?” we have to inquire about who is the “you” that’s trying to erase “you”?
When we take on this (misguided) quest to eradicate the self, rather than reducing it, we’re actually reinforcing its existence. We’re giving it more stability, more substance, more power. Our effort to get rid of the self is like trying to smooth out waves on a pond by slapping the water – we create more ripples, more disturbance.
In fact, this approach is a form of violence towards oneself. It smacks of the notion that, “There’s something fundamentally wrong with me, and I must eliminate this unacceptable stuff.” But, my fellow meditators, this is the very essence of the Western duality superimposed on Buddhist insight – the idea that there’s a “good” self trying to vanquish a “bad” self. It’s a battle that can’t be won because the very act of fighting creates the conflict.
So, what’s the alternative? Well, rather than rejection and elimination, it’s acceptance and integration.
Acceptance is not the same as indulging every whim of the ego. Rather, we’re creating space for everything to be as it is. It’s like inviting all aspects of ourselves to a grand palace – joy, sorrow, pride, anger, shame, vanity. We welcome all of us with open arms, saying, “There’s plenty of room here! Come in, come in!”
In acceptance, we realize that the self, which seemed so solid, is not a fixed entity at all, but a flowing, ever-changing process. We get to feel in our bones that we don’t have a fixed, authentic self, rather, we are a flow of authentic expressions. And this, in turn, cracks the illusion of a separate self. Not by destroying it, but by embracing it so completely that its boundaries dissolve.
This path of integration isn’t an effort to get rid of anything, but to see how everything fits together – the “good” and the “bad,” the light and the shadow, all threads in the same weave.
In this way, our meditations shift from a grim exercise in self-negation, to a joyous exploration of all that we are. As we sit in meditation, we’re not trying to achieve some special state or get rid of thoughts. We allow everything to be as it is. Thoughts come and go like clouds in the sky. Emotions rise and fall like waves in the ocean. And we are the vast, open awareness that contains it all.
In this open awareness we might just realize that the self we’ve been trying to get rid of doesn’t actually exist in the way we thought it did. It’s more like a character in a dream – seemingly real while we’re dreaming, but ultimately insubstantial. This is when we smirk at the absurdity of the self trying to get rid of the self. And in that knowing smile we taste the freedom that we’ve been seeking all along.