What is Satsang…for Bob Nickel, who loved Satsang

Satsanga, Satsangam, Satsang (Sanskrit सत्सङ्ग sat = true, sanga = company) in Indian philosophy means (1) the company of the “highest truth,” (2) the company of a guru, or (3) company with an assembly of persons who listen to, talk about, and assimilate the truth.[1] (wikipedia)

Bob Nickel loved Satsang and the opportunity to share with others awareness of Self. It is a high calling, to offer this to others, a glimpse of the ‘Truth’. The potential to be without suffering, suffering being attachment to what goes on in the mind. The attachment to our opinion, beliefs and how we define our selves. At one Satsang Bob asked those present to ‘put all memory of who we are in a box and set it aside, just for a while’, and then, ‘who are we without the memory’. There was stillness in the room. A few smiles appeared. It isn’t possible to define one self without memory. In the moment of stillness, when one cannot locate or define, is Self, “that” which lies beyond description, a realization that once achieved cannot be unrealized. With Bob every moment such as this was an enormous gift not just for those present but for all of those who would/will be touched in future moments as the ripple is sent out.

Bob passed away on August 17th, 2012.  In a memorial last evening in Ojai, Bob was honored by those people who had been affected in so many ways by knowing him as a compassionate and loving man who shared generously and openly the “truth” that he had come to inhabit as that ‘which doesn’t move or change nor can it be more, different or better.’ And to arrive at this truth ‘there is no effort required’. All pearls of truth that Bob shared for which I am grateful–grateful to be, beyond the illusion.

Thank you Bob.

 

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About buddhalaugh

Anna=Insight=Clarity, Simplicity. Not the answer but a means to Self- discovery--there is no where to go, no effort to be exerted only waking up to that which you are already and always. We are never lost only distracted by the luscious physicality of our experience here.
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