It was around my 30s when I was very much involved with Hinduism. I had been practising yoga for years, and meditating even more. But now I was trying to deepen a spiritual thought that yoga and meditation didn't actually approach: at least in the West.
Hinduism is a kaleidoscope of Gods and symbolism. For instance, Hanuman is a revered deity, a symbol of strength, unwavering devotion (bhakti), and selfless service. Something very noble. But I don't fancy monkeys that much and at the time, whenever Hanuman appeared: I skipped the pages. I couldn't come to terms with his monkey appearance!
Reading the Bhagavad Gita required a big effort of attuning to the many "unusual" (for me) symbols; therefore, my ability to read very quickly - even important books - was of no use here. I lacked the basic knowledge required for my synapses to light the different connections. Everything required profound new reflections in order to get to a deeper meaning.
But something that went really smoothly was Arjuna, the main figure, together with Krishna, when we get to know his problem with his family: a profound emotional, moral, and spiritual crisis stemming from having to fight, and eventually kill, his own relatives. Grandfathers, teachers, cousins, and friends, in the Kurukshetra War, to resolve a dynastic succession dispute where a part of the family felt entitled to the kingdom that, in reality, was Arjuna's.
At first, they tried to solve the dispute via diplomacy. Lord Krishna acted as a peace negotiator, asking to split the reign and get just a few villages for Arjuna. This proposal was arrogantly refused by the counterpart. At that point, the war was inevitable: a "cosmic correction" to eradicate unrighteous rulers and restore dharma (righteousness) on Earth.
And here comes Arjuna's problem: he was deeply reluctant to fight, not for the fear of death, but because of a deep, inner conflict between his duty (dharma) as a warrior, called to re-establish the just situation, and his love for the family.
And that was exactly the problem!
1. Arjuna sees his teachers (Drona, Kripa), grandfather (Bhishma), and cousins (the Kauravas) on the opposite side, and is overwhelmed with sorrow and pity.
2. Arjuna believes that fighting and killing his relatives, even if they are aggressive enemies, will burden him with sin.
3. Arjuna worries that the war will destroy the family.
These were exactly my problems! We are taught to honour and love our family, but they don't tell you what to do when your family is really vile and wrong. Often, you may perceive as unjust those situations that actually train you in the necessary discipline required by life; therefore, you should learn to obey and be humble and serve your family.
Something that, in all honesty, I did: in spite of their evident wrongdoing.
I remember Krishna's words explaining why he was supposed to go to war. First, Krishna tells Arjuna to fight because it is his duty (dharma) as a warrior to uphold righteousness, despite personal attachments. Arjuna's hesitation is due to his emotional ties, but Krishna reminds him that he is not killing their souls, which are eternal, but their bodies and their egos. When the justice of what is due - in few words: the greater good - is at stake, it is your personal duty to embrace the battle.
These teachings were such a relief, but at the same time an incredible challenge that I put aside, unable to deal with the immense sense of guilt instilled by my narcissistic mother towards whatever might put into doubt her total authority. After all, her motto was: "Mother is always right, even when wrong!"
Only approaching my 70s did I have to face the problem with her (and consequently with the rest of the family). I moved to India to stay far away from her and my family. Being somewhere else in Europe was not far enough. But in India, I felt so guilty to have sharply refused my mother's invitation to live with her! So, when I came back for the month I had to wait before getting the new visa to return to India, I was ready to live with her and try to reach her. After all, how could a person claiming to love her family so deeply result so cruel and vile instead?
I didn't realise she was an introverted narcissist. I spent almost nine years with her and lost everything I ever tried to make things work. And the, by now perverted, rest of the family did the rest in trying to completely destroy me.
The thing is that you cannot destroy the inner values of a person when they are truly genuine. You may destroy enthusiasm and energy, but not their soul.
The pain in realising how foul and vicious they had become was immense. It took years to recover, as did my health, while meanwhile I reached my 70th year...
Now I have my life. I cannot say I have it "back", because I never managed to really dedicate myself to the life I felt was mine. But now I am living my life. I have put the disgraceful rest of the family at such a distance that they are beyond sight and have disappeared.
I will be 73 in a month. I am growing older, but I am healthy. Day after day, I am learning what it means to live my life, as I couldn't learn that before. As long as I am learning, everything is meaningful.




















