{"product_id":"6-phase-meditation-method","title":"6 PHASE MEDITATION METHOD","description":"\u003cp\u003eAutor: \u003cstrong\u003eVISHEN LAKHIANI\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEl círculo del amor y la compasión\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEs muy posible perder la sensación de ser un yo separado y experimentar una especie de conciencia abierta e ilimitada; en otras palabras, sentirse uno con el cosmos. —SamHarris\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLevanta la axila y huele. Vamos, en serio. Voy a alguna parte con esto.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e¿Qué hueles? Lo más probable es que nada demasiado dramático. De hecho, probablemente estés detectando algo casi agradable: el olor a desodorante fresco y mentolado, colonia floral o restos del gel de ducha que usaste esta mañana. O tal vez lo único que percibes es el dulce y suculento aroma de tu propia genialidad.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ePero si en 1920 te hubiera pedido que te olieras de la misma manera, probablemente te habrías desmayado. Porque hace cien años bañarse no era precisamente una prioridad. Tu aliento también habría apestado. ¿Sabías que a principios de la década de 1920, sólo el 7 por ciento de los estadounidenses se molestaban en cepillarse los dientes?\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDicho esto, hemos progresado bastante en los últimos cien años, ¿no? Hoy en día la mayoría de nosotros somos conscientes de que la higiene es de suma importancia. Y cuando nos duchamos y nos perfumamos, no lo hacemos sólo por nosotros mismos, sino que también lo hacemos en nombre del deleite olfativo de otras personas.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEntonces, ¿por qué, mientras miles de millones de personas se relajan en el trabajo oliendo a flor de jazmín, la mayoría de ellas no ha pensado dos veces en su higiene mental?\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLavamos nuestros cuerpos diariamente. Pero nos olvidamos de lavarnos la mente.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMuchas personas, incluido yo mismo, nos hemos despertado por la mañana con sentimientos de ansiedad, estrés o arrepentimientos del día anterior. Está bien, es humano. Pero los problemas surgen cuando decidimos no hacer nada con respecto a esos sentimientos. Porque al igual que un mal olor, esos estados del ser sin duda también afectarán a otras personas.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLo quieras conscientemente o no, probablemente descargarás tus frustraciones en el mundo. Cuando estamos perdidos en un océano con nuestro propio equipaje, la compasión se pierde. Nos hemos preparado para un mal día junto con cualquiera que esté en la línea de fuego.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCompasión: los beneficios\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLa compasión entrena tu cerebro para ser más amable. Y créanme, en el mundo actual, la amabilidad es una ventaja competitiva. Pero hablaremos de eso más adelante.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLa compasión produce una dicha contagiosa que toca a todas las personas con las que entramos en contacto. Además de sentirte increíble mientras practicas, la compasión también ayuda a evitar que un mal juju innecesario arruine tu día, y mucho menos el de los demás. De repente, las montañas ya no tienen por qué estar hechas de granos de arena, porque entiendes que, en realidad, no hay diferencia entre tú y tus semejantes. Con la práctica de la compasión, eres capaz de verte a ti mismo en los demás y, por lo tanto, puedes dejar pasar las cosas más fácilmente.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eComo cuando el camarero se equivoca en tu pedido. Ya conoces el sentimiento. Ese hundimiento en el estómago, ese oh por Dios drama que se te estalla en la cabeza cuando el bistec no está cocinado como lo pediste . . . Claro, no es el fin del mundo, pero es simplemente molesto. Estarás condenado si les das una propina.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAhora soy famoso por dar grandes propinas. Y eso no es porque tenga adicción a pulir mi halo. Todo surgió como un efecto secundario inesperado de participar en prácticas de compasión.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHace unos meses, durante un respiro entre los cierres pandémicos, un amigo y yo decidimos ir a un café local. Y eso fue emocionante porque ninguno de nosotros había tenido el lujo de salir a comer en mucho tiempo. Había una cola de personas esperando para entrar, y todos estaban felices de esperar, sonriendo bajo sus mascarillas.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCuando finalmente nos sentamos, pedí con alegría una taza de café y una tortilla de desayuno con aguacate a la camarera que se acercó a nuestra mesa.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eVeinte minutos después llegó mi café. Tomé un sorbo. Estaba a temperatura ambiente. Y eso, cuando vives en el norte de Europa, significa frío. Mi amigo, furioso en este punto, se recostó y frunció el ceño mientras yo tranquilamente pedía un café caliente. Disculpándose, la camarera salió corriendo para prepararme uno nuevo. Sólo que ella no lo hizo. Ella olvido.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOtros treinta minutos después, me presentaron mi tortilla. Pero faltaba el lado del guacamole. Mi amigo se volvió hacia mí, medio riendo, medio enojado, y susurró: “¡El servicio aquí es horrible!”.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSeguimos comiendo lo que nos daban. Cuando estábamos listos para irnos, le sonreí a la camarera y le dejé una propina de veinte euros.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"¿Estás loco?\" preguntó mi amiga, arrugando las cejas. “El servicio fue ridículo; ¡¿Por qué diablos le darías veinte euros?!”\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo lo había pensado mucho. Por supuesto, el servicio fue bastante pésimo. Pero era muchísimo mejor que estar atrapado en casa solo comiendo una comida cocinada en el microondas. No saldríamos durante tres meses. Este café fue una bendición.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e¿Y esa camarera? No estaba resentida con ella. Realmente lo sentí por ella.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEsa camarera probablemente estuvo desempleada durante esos tres meses que estuvimos todos encerrados. Todos los restaurantes y bares fueron cerrados. Además de sentirse dolorosamente sola como el resto de nosotros, probablemente tenía la preocupación adicional de saber dónde estaba.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eIDIOMA ORIGINAL\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Circle of Love and Compassion\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt is quite possible to lose one’s sense of being a separate self and to experience a kind of boundless, open awareness—to feel, in other words, at one with the cosmos. —Sam Harris\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLift up your armpit and give it a whiff. Go on, seriously. I’m going somewhere with this.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat do you smell? Odds are, nothing too dramatic. In fact, you’re probably detecting something borderline pleasant—the smell of minty fresh deodorant, floral cologne, or remnants of the shower gel you used this morning. Or perhaps all you pick up on is the sweet, succulent scent of your own awesomeness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut if I’d asked you to sniff yourself in the same way in 1920, you’d have probably fainted. Because a hundred years ago, bathing wasn’t exactly a priority. Your breath would have reeked too. Did you know that in the early 1920s, only 7 percent of Americans bothered to brush their teeth?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat said, we’ve made quite a bit of progress in the last hundred years, haven’t we? Nowadays most of us are aware that hygiene is of the utmost importance. And when we shower and slap on some perfume, we’re not just doing it for ourselves—we’re also doing it in the name of other people’s olfactory delight.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo why is it that while billions of people rock up at work smelling like a jasmine flower, most of them haven’t given a second thought to their mental hygiene?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe wash our bodies daily. But we forget to wash our minds.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMany people, myself included, have woken up in the morning with feelings of anxiety, stress, or regrets from the day before. That’s okay, it’s human. But the problems arise when we choose to do nothing about those feelings. Because just like a bad smell, those states of being will also undoubtedly impact other people.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhether you want to consciously or not, you’re probably going to take out your frustrations on the world. When we’re lost in an ocean of our own baggage, compassion goes out the window. We’ve set ourselves up for a bad day along with anyone else in the firing line.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCompassion: The Benefits\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCompassion trains your brain to be kinder. And trust me, in today’s world, kindness is a competitive advantage. But more on that later.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCompassion brings about an infectious bliss that touches everyone we come into contact with. As well as feeling amazing while you’re practicing, compassion also helps prevent unnecessary bad juju from ruining your day, never mind anyone else’s. Mountains suddenly don’t have to be made out of molehills, because you get that, really, there’s no difference between you and your fellow human being. With the practice of compassion, you’re able to see yourself in others, and therefore you can more easily let things slide.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLike when the waiter gets your order wrong. You know the feeling. That sinking in your stomach, that oh for crying out loud drama that goes off in your head when your steak isn’t cooked the way you requested . . . ​sure, it’s not the end of the world, but it’s just plain annoying. You’ll be damned if you give them a tip.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, I’m famously known as a great tipper. And that’s not because I have an addiction to polishing my halo. It all came about as an unexpected side effect of engaging in compassion practices.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA few months back during a respite between pandemic lockdowns, a friend and I decided to hit a local café. And that was exciting because none of us had had the luxury of eating out in a long time. There was a queue of people just waiting to get in, and they were all happy to wait, smiling beneath their face coverings.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we eventually were seated, I joyfully ordered a cup of coffee and a breakfast omelet with avocado from the waitress who approached our table.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTwenty minutes later, my coffee arrived. I took a sip. It was room temperature. And that, when you live in Northern Europe, means cold. My friend, fuming at this point, sat back and tutted as I calmly asked for a hot coffee. Apologetic, the waitress scurried off to make me a new one. Only she didn’t. She forgot.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnother thirty minutes later, my omelet was presented to me. But the guacamole side was missing. My friend turned to me, half laughing, half angry, and whispered, “The service here is awful!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWe carried on eating what we were given. When we were ready to leave, I smiled at the waitress and left her a twenty-euro tip.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Are you nuts?” my friend asked, creasing her brows. “The service was ridiculous; why on Earth would you give her twenty euros?!”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI’d not given it much thought. Granted, the service was pretty abysmal. But it was a hell of a lot better than being stuck at home on my own eating a microwaved meal. We’d not set foot outside for three months. This café was a godsend.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd that waitress? I didn’t resent her. I genuinely felt for her.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat waitress was probably jobless for those three months that we were all locked down. All the restaurants and bars were shut down. As well as being painfully lonely like the rest of us, she probably had the added worry of where her next paycheck was going to come from. Maybe she had kids like me.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThen when she finally landed this job, she was told that she had to wear a mask over her nose and mouth for ten hours straight in an overcrowded, stuffy café. She could see the line of twenty people outside that she’d have to wait on straight after us. They were totally understaffed and all she could do was her very best to keep on top of the endless stream of requests . . . ​all the while living with the uncertainty as to whether she was going to lose her job, again, in the coming weeks.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo frankly, from that perspective, she was doing a helluva job. And maybe that tip, if nothing else, could buy her a well-deserved bottle of wine or a box of chocolates to unwind with that evening. Because if it wasn’t for people like her, working sporadically in hospitality during a global pandemic, we’d all go mad.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI explained all this to my friend. I got a polite nod of affirmation before we headed out into the rest of our day.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat I didn’t tell him is that that very same morning, I’d completed the 6 Phase Meditation. And it looked like Phase 1 had paid off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat three-minute-long meditation had made me a less judgmental and more understanding person. The Buddhists would say I’d been injected with a shot of “loving-kindness”—the antidote to the human tendency of “attribution error.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFundamental Attribution Error: How We Misjudge Others and Make Excuses for Ourselves\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou see, our brains are sneaky little self-glorifying devices that are precoded with this fundamental attribution error (an error that Phase 1 will free you from).\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLet’s say you’re driving and somebody cuts you off on the highway. In your mind, you’ll immediately blame them. You’ll scream, “What a jerk!” (hopefully in your head, not out the window). In other words, you assume they have a character flaw: they’re rude, arrogant, inconsiderate, and selfish.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut when you’re the one who cuts someone off, in your head you’ll go, “Oh God, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Whether it was an accident or not, you’ll justify it. You’re still getting used to your new car. You were tired because you couldn’t sleep last night and you misjudged the space you had to overtake. You had to take your budgie to the vet. You had to get your daughter to school on time because it’s show-and-tell day and you didn’t want to let her down . . . ​fill in the blanks.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo when it’s someone else, it’s a character flaw. When it’s you, it’s just your unfortunate circumstances. You’re the gentle underdog of the story who just made a mistake.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI got called an asshole once.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI was twenty-four years old and I was running through an airport because I had literally four minutes to catch my flight to the most important conference of my life. I’d been working at the time for a nonprofit organization called AIESEC that focused on cultivating world peace. I got paid a pretty shitty salary, but its mission meant something to me, so I stayed. I’d chosen the cheapest flight I could to get to the conference, and lo and behold, they’d changed the time of my connecting flight.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSo there I was, running as fast as I could, gasping for breath and desperately trying to lug my huge bag behind me. If I missed that flight, I didn’t know whether I could afford another, and I wasn’t about to charge a nonprofit for it. In my rush, I tripped over a guy’s suitcase. I got up and kept running, because every second counted.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs I soldiered on like a hero, I heard the words “YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE!” resonate through the airport corridor.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt was the guy whose baggage I’d tripped over.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAnd this perturbed me big-time. I’m genuinely not an asshole. I’m a nice guy. It was just an accident. 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