Tragedy Is, You Live by Complexes
By Yogi Bhajan
January 10, 2017 & August 7, 2012
Reprinted with permission from “The Master’s Touch, On Being a Sacred Teacher for the New Age” by Yogi Bhajan, PhD, Kundalini Research Institute, Espanola, NM, from the article titled “Overcoming the Complexes of Life,” excerpts from pp. 59-61. Order this wonderful book at http://thesource.kriteachings.org/product_p/tt-tmt.htm
Today we are talking about something very serious. It is the cause of all tragedies, the cause of all our pain, the cause of all our degradation, inferiority, depression, unfulfillment, unhappiness. Whatever negative is in your life, this one thing is the cause of it. It is called a complex. We all are the by-product of complexes.
The child in us never grows up, and the child in us has a very strong creative complex. That is why when we are sure, we are not sure; when we are right, we are not right. Some people have no roots. The complex of a child is so powerful. About ninety out of one hundred people just crawl their whole lives, whether they have the best or worst environments.
We have never learned to overcome these complexes. “I have white skin.” It’s a complex. “I am brown.” This is a complex. “I’m American,” is a complex. “I’m a German,” is a complex. “I’m a person,” is a complex. “I’m a human,” is a complex. “I’m a doctor,” is a complex. Everything in life is boxed into a complex, and everything is a certification.
Actually, those who do not have complexes are those who live by the virtue of their Soul, all the time.
It’s a mental process, with no diversion. If we believe, “I’m a spirit, I’m among the spirits, I am from the Great Spirit, I have to merge in that Spirit,” all problems shall be solved.
“I am blond, I am brunette, I am a woman, I am a man, I am black, I am yellow, I am pink, I am Japanese, I am French,” I don’t know. “I’m Spanish, I’m a gringo. I’m a redneck, I’m a blue neck, I’m a pink neck. I’m a lesbian, I’m gay, I’m straight, I’m a hetero. I’m a prostitute, I’m a pimp, I’m a holy man. I’m divine. I’m religious.” The whole thing is garbage. Total. It’s called “Mental Garbage.” Really. Honest to God. It’s not untrue. You may not like what I’m saying, and saying it chokes me up. What an unfortunate humanity you are.
The tragedy is you live by complexes, and you don’t recognize them. You don’t. You are so stupid, arrogant. You are an arrogant mammal. Will you ever learn the reality of you, that you are just a spirit—always were, are, and shall be? You can understand it when you see that when you die, the spirit leaves, yet everything is intact. You know what dies with you? Your complexes.
What is your purpose in life? To axe your life? What are you—choppers? Why can’t you just be fine with a fun living smiling spirit?
Just before I came here, I was yelling and screaming—I was the Administrator—making decisions, shifting, doing. Wow, you should have seen me.
When I was there, I was there, and I knew what I had to do because that is how the spirit guides me. Now I am here. Did I bring papers, notes? I am here.
There’s no need for me to have a victory. I am the victory. Man without a complex is nothing by a living victory.
It is as simple as that. You can never win. Every day you win, every day you lose, every day you have problems, every day you eat your own garbage. For God’s sake, stop it. Doesn’t it stink and smell? You have to eat your own dirt? Are you so sick? Don’t you know you are pure, you are positive, you are spirit, and you have nothing but to be?
To be, to BE.
And the Light of your spirit you share, you glow and glare, and you have fun.
You have physical, mental, and spiritual complexes. You have even put your spirit into complexes. This is the most funny, most idiotic, most insane thing I have heard: “Oh, I am an old soul, he’s an old soul, he’s my soul mate.” And they screw each other. Can you believe this soul-mate business? Souls have started screwing. God bless America, this great country! When I heard that, I said, “Wow. We’ve had it.”
“This is my soul mate. I want to marry her.” Souls marry? Souls don’t marry. They don’t. Really they don’t. Souls don’t marry and souls don’t mate. Souls have no mate. Everything is a Soul mate. The entire existence is one Soul, as there is one sun and there are a million rays. That’s how it all is. And there’s no complex, therefore no reflex, therefore no impulse. When a human acts under impulse, as a mammal, as an animal, that human shall never be redeemed.
You have to act under intuition.
If that is not developed, then you have to act under your spirit. Nanak said that the safest thing is: “Act just with your spirit.” Just be to BE, because you have been gifted to BE. Don’t try to drift and create a rift….
There is no identity for you, except your spiritual identity. There’s no grace in you but to learn. There’s no achievement other than to become learned. There’s no power but to share what you have learned with all and everyone.
Share with compassion—you’ll be compensated, and you shall have no complex. Then all that is there shall come to you. Then you don’t have to go to anybody….
You don’t need make-up; you don’t need to make up for anything. You are known by your spirit. You shall project out of your radiance. You shall be loved and honored by your excellence, or stupidity, or by your ignorance and arrogance, as the case may be. The art is to be smart. To be smart is to be small, which can contain all. Write down this formula:
· The art of being smart is to be small, which can contain all.
· The art of success is to answer the call of duty with grace and compassion.
· The art of happiness is to serve all, and all shall serve you.
These are three fundamentals.