About the energetic shift that I ascribe to Mooji -
Going to a Mooji intensive and a ZMar 7-day silent retreat did have a really powerful effect for me, even if it wasn't exactly the one intended.
I had previously seen all manner of mental health professionals, whether specialising in CBT, addiction recovery, etc. And for the most part they were 'witnessed' from within my mental illness but they couldn't pull me out of it.
I was so cut off from my own energy, my own life-force; dissociated; not recognising myself in the mirror. I don't mean multiple personalities, I mean just on the far side of an anxiety disorder so that years earlier I'd stopped being me any more.
The power of the whole Mooji experience started to pull me out of it. When he talks to the camera on video, even if he isn't saying much it has an effect on the level of the nervous system - it calmed me down. Then when I saw him dealing with people who came up to ask him questions (and these people were often annoying people that I could not have tolerated for two minutes!), he responded to them with endless compassion, understanding, patience, and, yes, love.
It must have been easier for him that these were people in his domain, and who to varying degrees worshipped or had bought into him. But, still, it was powerful. There IS love in Mooji's satsang, even if we're not comfortable that it's used in veneration of him.
I had been so lost in my own spiralling thoughts, that hearing all the stories of people talking at satsang, with their own grief and Mooji's comfort for them, reminded me that there was more to the world than my own collapsed pysche, my own skyscraper-high fears.
Seeing people line the road when Mooji walked past, first on Youtube and then being there in person, was also very powerful.
Mooji of course is VERY connected to his own energy, and his energy level is through the roof. Of course I was affected by this when my own energy was so low and repressed.
I believe I could have undergone 10,000 hours of mainstream therapy in psychiatrist's book-lined studies, without it producing the energetic shift that I got from being in the presence of Mooji.
Ultimately I couldn't fully buy into Mooji because of my own Christian background, and it's not in my nature to worship a man. There's lots more I find questionable, such as his dismassal of the value of other practices, his not teaching you how to be in the world, etc. I don't find the content of his teaching to be useful. Judged on content alone, pretty much anyone would be better listening to TED talks than Mooji. But the value is in the energy.
What really helped me about Mooji was not his teaching, but learning how to connect to and manage my own energy. This ultimately required a physical discipline to cultivate - I've attended 300 yoga classes in the past two years, kundalini and then hot and Bikram.
But, still, I must recognise that was Mooji who jump-started my car. And then, fortunately, I left the garage. I remember during the final bhajans at ZMar realising that I was not able to sing with all my heart, that I wasn't fully into this, I didn't entirely feel Mooji in my heart. But still it had started to transform me.
If it hadn't been Mooji, perhaps it could have been something else powerful, energetic, and a bit cultlike. But I feel like I needed something a bit mad and bigger than me, to puncture the walls of my own deeply entrenched long-term mental illness.
Going to a Mooji intensive and a ZMar 7-day silent retreat did have a really powerful effect for me, even if it wasn't exactly the one intended.
I had previously seen all manner of mental health professionals, whether specialising in CBT, addiction recovery, etc. And for the most part they were 'witnessed' from within my mental illness but they couldn't pull me out of it.
I was so cut off from my own energy, my own life-force; dissociated; not recognising myself in the mirror. I don't mean multiple personalities, I mean just on the far side of an anxiety disorder so that years earlier I'd stopped being me any more.
The power of the whole Mooji experience started to pull me out of it. When he talks to the camera on video, even if he isn't saying much it has an effect on the level of the nervous system - it calmed me down. Then when I saw him dealing with people who came up to ask him questions (and these people were often annoying people that I could not have tolerated for two minutes!), he responded to them with endless compassion, understanding, patience, and, yes, love.
It must have been easier for him that these were people in his domain, and who to varying degrees worshipped or had bought into him. But, still, it was powerful. There IS love in Mooji's satsang, even if we're not comfortable that it's used in veneration of him.
I had been so lost in my own spiralling thoughts, that hearing all the stories of people talking at satsang, with their own grief and Mooji's comfort for them, reminded me that there was more to the world than my own collapsed pysche, my own skyscraper-high fears.
Seeing people line the road when Mooji walked past, first on Youtube and then being there in person, was also very powerful.
Mooji of course is VERY connected to his own energy, and his energy level is through the roof. Of course I was affected by this when my own energy was so low and repressed.
I believe I could have undergone 10,000 hours of mainstream therapy in psychiatrist's book-lined studies, without it producing the energetic shift that I got from being in the presence of Mooji.
Ultimately I couldn't fully buy into Mooji because of my own Christian background, and it's not in my nature to worship a man. There's lots more I find questionable, such as his dismassal of the value of other practices, his not teaching you how to be in the world, etc. I don't find the content of his teaching to be useful. Judged on content alone, pretty much anyone would be better listening to TED talks than Mooji. But the value is in the energy.
What really helped me about Mooji was not his teaching, but learning how to connect to and manage my own energy. This ultimately required a physical discipline to cultivate - I've attended 300 yoga classes in the past two years, kundalini and then hot and Bikram.
But, still, I must recognise that was Mooji who jump-started my car. And then, fortunately, I left the garage. I remember during the final bhajans at ZMar realising that I was not able to sing with all my heart, that I wasn't fully into this, I didn't entirely feel Mooji in my heart. But still it had started to transform me.
If it hadn't been Mooji, perhaps it could have been something else powerful, energetic, and a bit cultlike. But I feel like I needed something a bit mad and bigger than me, to puncture the walls of my own deeply entrenched long-term mental illness.