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Pain: A Call for Attention

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This is Part 3 of the series "Miracle of Self-Creation." Click here for Parts 1 and 2.

 

"A Bodhisattva is averse to causes; an ordinary person to results." -- Chinese Buddhist saying

When I speak of the power of attention to create self and world, people immediately assume I will offer a repackaged version of The Secret, the Law of Attraction, or another variant of the idea that beliefs create reality. In fact, much of my thinking on this topic arose from the evident failure of the Law of Attraction to "work". I have seen countless people take it up with great enthusiasm: repeating affirmations, visualizing their perfect partner, programming themselves for prosperity and so on, only to conclude a few weeks later that they were fooling themselves, ignoring reality. Why isn't it working?

The most obvious reason would be that the Law of Attraction rests on unsound metaphysical principles. Indeed, it is profoundly unscientific, because it directly controverts the foundational ideology of science: Objectivity. It denies that there is an external universe separate from ourselves, in which events happen to us randomly or according to meaningless, deterministic forces over which we have no power. However, I believe that the scientific basis of Objectivity is crumbling, to be replaced with a new understanding of the universe in which interconnectedness and wholeness are fundamental. I think one can construct a reasonable, cogent metaphysics in which something like the Law of Attraction is plausible. I won't do that now though, because even accepting its basic premises, the Law of Attraction as we normally understand it suffers a gaping flaw that renders techniques like affirmations, "working with beliefs", and so forth ineffectual, or even counterproductive.

New Age ideology says, "Think thoughts of lack, and you will create lack. Live in fear, and you will create what you fear. Hate other people, and you will create the experience of a hostile universe." Each negative belief-state generates the experiences that confirm it. Logically, then, if we want to have different experiences, we must cease indulging in "negative" thoughts, emotions, and beliefs. Thus begins what I call "the war against negativity". It taps into the same energy as the war against sin, against ego, against selfishness, or whatever bogeyman du jour our spiritual/ethical system presents us. It is a continuation in a different form of the struggle against self.

Ironically, in avoiding or suppressing negativity in an attempt to heal some part of our lives, we avoid a crucial key to healing. We ignore the so-called negative emotions, and the umbra of pain that surrounds them, at our peril. They too exist for a purpose; they are gifts that can bring us toward wholeness. Real negativity would be to reject these gifts, and instead to persist in a fight against what is.

At the root of the so-called negative emotions is pain. Pain has two primary functions in an organism. The first is the No of the body. It hurts to cause harm to our organism. When the damage is immediate, then, usually, so is the pain, such as when you touch a hot stove. When the damage is not immediate, such as when you overeat or drink a big glass of tequila, then the pain is usually delayed as well.

All beings seek to experience pleasure and avoid pain. Why then does it seem that modern adult human beings do the opposite? Why do we do things -- repeatedly -- that cause ourselves pain? Because, as with pleasure, we are such strangers to ourselves that we aren't aware of what hurts.

Once upon a time there was a man who had never experienced fire. One day he moved to civilization and saw his first hot stove. He thought it would be fun to touch the hot coil. Ouch! It really hurt. He certainly had no desire to do that again. He didn't need to reason with himself, "I sure would like to, but I know it would cause tissue damage, open me to infection, and so on, so I guess I'd better not." Do you need willpower to refrain from giving yourself a good hard poke in the eye? Of course not. It is our fundamental nature to avoid pain.

The man's brother was not so fortunate. When he moved to civilization, a foolish anthropologist gave him a jar of anesthetic cream, "Just in case you hurt yourself," he said. The man put it on his hands and proceeded to touch the beautifully glowing hot stove. He didn't feel any pain until much later, when he'd forgotten he'd even touched the stove. He rubbed on some more cream-problem solved! Time went by and he kept touching hot stoves. Why wouldn't he? His hand hurt all the time and he didn't know why. All he knew was that he could get temporary relief from the anesthetic cream. But as the damage spread and gangrene set in, the cream became less effective. He moved on to stronger and stronger painkillers.

Because the man never had the chance to integrate the experience of pain with the act of touching the stove, he never learned in his body not to do that. As his problem got worse, he read all kinds of theories about why hands hurt. "This is bad for you, that is bad for you," they said. He tried to apply this knowledge to stop himself from doing various things, but how could he really be sure which was correct?

Most people in our society are much like this second brother. We tell ourselves that such-and-such a behavior is "bad for me", that it will end up causing pain, but this knowledge is in the head, and it is not from the head that we make choices. We think we do, but we do not. Remember from Part 1: we make most choices long before we are aware of making them. We make them automatically, according to who we have created ourselves to be. The question, then, is how can we know not just in our heads, but in our whole body, our whole being, that something will hurt? How can we find the easy certainty we apply when we refrain from poking ourselves in the eye?

Eventually the second brother stopped using his anesthetic cream and painkillers, and soon it became obvious why he kept hurting all the time. He'd read touching hot stoves was bad, but he'd never believed it until now. Now it really hurt! He no longer had any desire to touch them. The only willpower he needed was a gentle reminder, the mindfulness necessary to break an old habit you've outgrown.

Similarly, you already know in your head that overeating or drinking or drugs or gambling or any other addiction or compulsion causes pain in your life. You know it in your head, but maybe not in your body, not as a fully integrated experience. There is only one way to know it for real, and that is to feel it. When you feel the full effects of a choice that generates pain, you will no more want to repeat that choice than you will want to poke yourself in the eye.

In other words, when we put our attention on the results of a choice, we integrate cause and effect and create ourselves as someone who will choose next time based on the full consequences of that choice. This new choosing will be automatic, simply because we naturally won't choose something that we know in the body as painful.

Unfortunately, culture has conditioned us to be like the second brother in the story. Anytime we encounter discomfort or pain, our ingrained response is to do something to avoid feeling it. We go to the doctor complaining of pain, and are pleased to receive a pain-killer. Pain is not believed to have a positive purpose, so one goal of medical therapy is to find a way that it not be felt. We do the same with various forms of self-medication through drugs, addictions, and more subtle means. One way is to seek out some form of entertainment. When you entertain guests, you bring them into your home. When you entertain an idea, you bring it into your head. When you are being entertained, the television is bringing you out of yourself. The TV, the movie, the video game, or whatever absorbs your attention allows the pain or discomfort to go unfelt. Anything to make it feel better.

Of course, if there is a real wound generating the pain, then watching TV or eating a cookie or having a good stiff drink probably isn't going to heal it. What's more, an unhealed wound often gets more and more painful while the distraction gets less and less effective. This is the fundamental dynamic of addiction.

Any substance or activity is potentially addictive if it makes a wound or unmet need temporarily stop hurting, but does nothing to heal that wound or meet that need. Most addicts are hurting from deep wounds inflicted in childhood. I believe that in our culture all of us are wounded to some extent, and we are attracted to various addictions according to the nature of the wound.

The logic of addiction says that we can numb the pain of an unhealed wound forever. A series of temporary fixes can make us feel good indefinitely. Feel bad from too much dinner? Have dessert. Feel even worse? Have a smoke. Feel bad again five minutes later? Let's watch a DVD. Let's have a nightcap. On and on and on, an endless quest to escape the pain and feel good.

It is quite understandable: all beings desire to feel good. There is fundamentally nothing wrong with the logic of addiction, except that it does not work. Its promise is a lie, an illusion. I call it the "third-oldest lie in the universe": that we can avoid the pain without healing the wound. Well, as any addict who hits bottom will tell you, all the deferred pain will be waiting for you in the end.

This does not mean that addiction is folly. Sometimes we undergo trauma that is just too painful to feel right now. Children especially recognize when something is too big to feel, so they lock it away in an emotional cyst, and cope with the omnipresent pain of that wound with some form of addiction. From this perspective, we can see addictive substances as medicines, painkillers. Later in life, the cyst rises to the surface and breaks open, so that the stored-up pain can be felt and cleared. This is what happens when an addiction stops working, for whatever reason: the body has built up too much resistance, health no longer allows it, money is gone, you go to prison. Or, perhaps you just know it is time to face reality and feel what is to be felt.

Instinctively, we are drawn to the addiction that is the most effective and least harmful substitute for the unavailable object of the unmet need. If you weren't smoking cigarettes, you'd be addicted to something worse. This is why it is usually foolish to take away someone's medicine by force. It is equally foolish to take away your own medicine by force, including the self-approval and self-rejection-based force of threat and incentive described in Part 1. We all have a yearning for wholeness; we put down our medicines when it is time.

To repeatedly apply an addiction to make ourselves feel better temporarily is just like the brother constantly applying anesthetic salve to his burned hand, or the man in Part 2 eating ice cream to assuage thirst. Not only is the underlying need unmet, but it also prevents us from discovering what that need is.

The things we do to keep the pain at bay not only fail to heal the wound underneath; they also make that wound tolerable. They perpetuate a wounded, hurting state of being. They drive a constant anxiety, a constant restlessness. There is no peace, because unfelt pain is always there, waiting for any undistracted moment to be felt. That is the origin of boredom-it hurts just to be. Do you ever eat or smoke because you are bored? Boredom is a key defining feature of our civilization, direct evidence of the cutoff from most of our being.

If it is true that numbing or deferring the pain perpetuates the wound, then might it also be true that feeling the pain could help us find and heal the wound? We have made an enemy of pain. Could it be that pain is actually an ally in healing? This question leads to the second purpose of pain: Pain is a call for attention.

Once upon a time there was a woman who sat on a tack. By chance, it missed the nerve when it went in, but pretty soon it started to hurt. She didn't know why her posterior was hurting. It was very uncomfortable though, and soon the pain spread all over her backside. She began to hold her body in a different way and walk with a limp. Her whole body hurt all the time and she didn't know why.

She went to her doctor for help. "I hurt everywhere," she said. Her doctor gave her some pain medication, which helped for a while, but eventually even increased doses couldn't make her feel better. She asked her friends. They tried to cheer her up by taking her mind off it. "I hurt too," said one, "Let's go shopping!" "Let's eat some donuts!" said another. "Let's have a drink!" said a third. But these solutions were just like the doctor's pain medication. As soon as the shopping trip was over and the donuts consumed, the woman felt just as bad as before.

Other friends, thinking themselves wise, offered all kinds of philosophical advice. "This too will pass," said one, "so just keep enduring." Another one said, "Your pain is the result of bad karma, and when you've worked it all off it will go away." A third friend said, "Life just hurts, it is the way things are. Detach from the pain and you will feel better."

Fortunately, this was a courageous and strong woman. She was fed up with being in pain all the time, and she refused to believe that life is just like that, just as we all know that it is not supposed to hurt just to be. So one day she said, "Enough! No more escaping the pain. (After all, escaping isn't working any more anyway.) I give up. I'm just going to feel it."

She stopped trying to take her mind off it. She stopped trying to think of something else. She sat down and let herself just feel it and feel it and feel it. After all those years, finally she was giving the pain her full attention.

(That is what pain wants: your attention. If refused, it will ask more loudly.)

After the woman fully felt her pain for a while, she started to notice some things she'd never noticed before: many different sensations in different parts of her body that she'd all lumped together as "pain". We use that one word to encompass so much! She noticed an emanating source in her backside, surrounded by layer after layer of holding, tension, and compensation. "Aha!" she thought, "that's where it is coming from." Soon it became obvious. "I wonder if there is a tack in my butt?" She reached around and pulled it out.

Pain is your body's way to direct attention to a wound. There is a saying, "Energy flows where attention goes." Pain directs attention, and therefore healing energy, to the source of the hurting.

Even without any other action, attention is healing all by itself. You can feel that in the mere presence of a true doctor or healer-you feel better already. The same happens when a good friend truly listens to you. You haven't taken any action yet, but you feel better already. Usually, though, action follows attention. Like the woman with the tack in her butt, the result of the attention is often a new kind of action, action that feels natural and right and not very difficult. This is again the miracle of self-creation through the power of attention. By integrating pain we create ourselves anew; this new being then makes different choices.

Remember the pleasure principle: it feels good to meet our needs. But how can we accurately choose what feels good, if we haven't really experienced what feels bad? How can the second brother choose not to touch hot stoves, if he has never allowed himself to feel the burn? How can you choose not to use, if you don't allow yourself to fully feel the discomfort of using? How can you choose a different state of being, when you haven't fully experienced the one you are in? Do we ever really allow ourselves to experience the wreckage of life, the pain of it, until it overwhelms every attempt to defer it?

The good news is that no matter how hard you try to stop it, the pain will be felt, one way or another, eventually. All beings desire to fulfill their function in the universe. The "negative", painful emotions of anger, shame, grief, hate, etc. are no exception. If we suppress them, they will just try harder to emerge into the light of conscious experience. They will engineer situations designed to trigger them. If you harbor a reservoir of unfelt shame, that being called shame will repeatedly create humiliating situations until finally you have to feel it. Unfelt anger will create situations that make you angry. The more successful you are at NOT feeling, the more you perpetuate this kind of situation.

In its demonization of negativity, New Age manifestation ideology based on the Law of Attraction or the power of positive thinking bypasses a crucial gateway to healing. We are told that to manifest health or money or love, we must not give attention to negativity: the feelings of impotence, frustration, or hopelessness that often surround these issues. But these painful emotions are actually messages from the soul: indicators of a blockage that needs to be cleared. The illness, poverty, or loneliness that we want to change may actually exist in order to give us access to buried emotional wounds, so that they may rise into the light of awareness for healing. If we try to change the situation without healing the wound that creates it, we will succeed temporarily at best, and the wound will find other ways to make its presence known. We seem to want to heal while skipping the healing process; we want healing without healing. That is impossible. As Confucius said, "I have heard of flying with wings; I have never heard of flying without wings." We must feel in order to heal. The answer is staring us in the face; it lies within everything we battle against and everything we avoid.

With this in mind, I would like to offer a revised technique based on the Law of Attraction that actually works. Go ahead and write your affirmation, create your visualization, state your new belief. Then notice any negativity that comes up: doubt and disbelief initially, and then perhaps a cascade of pain: stories of the genre, "It's not fair"; anger at the injustice of the universe; perhaps, if you are like me, a deep grief with no object. Do not push this negativity away, but instead resolve to feel it more and not less. Stay with it as long as you can, without trying to figure it out, without trying to rationalize it. Just be in it, feel it for as long as you can. Eventually it will peak, and at its very maximum it will break, and it will give way to something else, perhaps a feeling of peace, serenity, or even euphoria. When that happens, you can know that you have healed a bit of the wound whose unfelt energies were blocking you.

Do this every time you practice your affirmation or visualization. When you are finally able to bring your desired scenario fully to mind, without a shred of doubt, of "too good to be true", of any emotion we label negative, then you will know that there is nothing standing between you and your desire. The negative emotions are not obstacles, they are symptoms of obstacles. Let us not commit the error of treating the symptom and not the cause.

In my own life, the most important application of the ideas in this essay has been in my relationship with my children. When confronted with an angry or weeping child, many parents will either tell them that they shouldn't be angry or sad ("So control yourself"), or they will try to distract them from those emotions by giving them something to "make them feel better". For example, the other day Philip, age 3, was crying because his friend Bradley yelled at him. Response 1 would be, "Oh come on, it's not so bad, stop crying," or even, "Shut up or else!" Response 2 would be to give him a lollipop. Either response is a recipe for disaster. If you successfully repress a child's anger, the anger will try to come out in another situation, or even create situations to give itself an outlet. The parent is then surprised at the disproportionate intensity of the child's outburst, not realizing that this is deferred anger finally coming out. She concludes that something is wrong with the child.

I have learned a third response (through many years of mistakes!) Instead of repression or distraction, I give the emotion space. I said to Philip, "You must be really angry, right?" He might say, "Yeah," and cry even harder. Or he might say, "No, but I'm very sad." With just a phrase or two, I'll keep his attention on his feelings, and let him know through words or just by holding him that it is okay to feel this way. I won't try to mitigate it by saying, "Bradley didn't mean it," or "You'll feel better soon." For Philip, at that moment, the pain is pure and complete, and who am I to second-guess the rightness of what he is feeling? Soon though, the feeling finishes and passes leaving barely a trace. The air is fresh and clear like after a cloudburst on a summer day.

The same principle applies to adults too, except that it is much more complicated because our outbursts are far, far separated from the originating incident, or series of incidents. Each person is unique, and sometimes it requires familiarity and skill to find the means to give someone permission to feel. First and foremost, you must be able to hold a space without judgment. This applies toward other people and toward yourself as well. If the judgment arises, "You shouldn't feel like this," or "I'd handle this situation better," then you cannot exercise a healing role in that person's life.

On some level we all understand the necessity of feeling. Perhaps that explains our innate resistance to being "cheered up". Try to cheer someone up, explain rationally how things aren't really so bad, and she'll rebut your every point and reject every practical suggestion. That is because what she really wants is to feel bad (angry, sad, etc.). What is healing is to allow that desire, to hold a space for her to feel, perhaps to ask questions or make statements that intensify the feeling. When that wave of emotion peaks and breaks, healing has happened. Some of the poison is gone.

When something happens that brings up feelings of annoyance, rage, despair, discomfort, or sadness, remind yourself that it is okay to feel these things. It is okay to feel bad. Don't blame the situations that trigger these emotions on "negativity". Negativity is as much a symptom as a cause of our problems. If a frustrating situation arises, I know I have frustration to be cleared. For many people, it is a physical illness that allows access to buried wounds. Typically, strong feelings of impotence, despair, anger, or hatred accompany serious illnesses. You can see the illness as doing you the favor of bringing these feelings up to be felt and cleared. Maybe nothing else could do that for you. The illness is your medicine.

Self-creation through the power of attention is not passive. It is not a substitute for action. It is a way to align action with truth and make it powerful. The more we integrate the feelings -- joyous and painful both -- that result from our interaction with the world, the more our actions align with truth, the truth of what is. From integrated, felt experience, new kinds of actions arise naturally. We find ourselves with the courage to do what had been impossible before. The body is transformed, external conditions shift, and even deeper, perhaps subtler, wounds surface from the biographical and archetypal realms.

Our civilization is built upon the illusion that pain from a wound can be deferred forever without healing the wound. When we destroy nature with technology, we try to manage the consequences with yet more technology. Today, thousands of years of unhealed wounds are rising to the surface for healing. They take the form of the multiple crises of our time. These planetary crises invade our personal lives as well, forging a necessary convergence of personal and planetary healing. They are our medicine.

We can be part of this healing in the same way as we heal ourselves and those around us. Each of us is born into a destiny that includes a greater or lesser portion of the Wound of civilization. Our individual hurtings are not separate from those of the planet, which project holographically onto each of us. Hence, the mystics' truth: your personal journey has cosmic significance. As we integrate more and more of reality through the power of our attention, our choices inevitably shift to make sense given what is real. When we allow ourselves to experience the emotional truth of the way we relate to what is, we can no longer live oblivious to the impact of our choices. Driven by the same imperative that draws us to pleasure and repels us from pain, we seek to apply our gifts toward the healing of the world. The miracle of self-creation is also the miracle of world-creation. It cannot be otherwise.

 

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Comments

Great Ending.

Charles, I really enjoy your writing, and I think that you always offer wonderfully salient wisdom to our little digital community.

I wanted to comment on how you ended today's entry, "Driven by the same imperative that draws us to pleasure and repels us from pain, we seek to apply our gifts toward the healing of the world. The miracle of self-creation is also the miracle of world-creation. It cannot be otherwise."

I think this is a really beautiful statement, and it reminds me very much of some of Nassim Haramein's work on the "new physics" for lack of a better term. Haramein has said, in one of his documentaries (which can be found on video.google.com) that the universe/human relationship is really a feedback loop. I think this also means that we are very much reflections of eachother (self-universe, universe-self).

As such, if we follow your advice, then by breathing our healing energies and offering our gifts of peace, prosperity, and justice to the universe, the universe in turn breathes much the same into us.

Thanks for a great read.

Stuffing down emotions

such as anger, sadness, melancholy, grief or even joy (over the "wrong things") can become habitual if one identifies emotions with the ego-self or personal I that one attempts to transcend to reach true selfhood, where there is no separation between the divine and the human. Such emotions can be dismissed if they are seen as arising from a false sense of reality and self, rather than as soul connection. If one feels anger or rage, one might try meditating on love or peace; if one feels hatred, one might meditate on that which one believes is the reality of love and harmony, etc., etc., etc. Is this a false religious sense in Eastern and Western religions, on the path toward realization that the kingdom of God is within and that "I and my Father are one"? Are emotions actually soul connections or could they give false readings based on false maps of reality?

This calls to mind...

Charles, your article is a very important one. This calls to mind some research I recently did regarding mythic and folkloric roots of "negativity".  I posted a few months ago on my blog, the following about a painting I had recently completed:

"The Raven symbolizes the dark and difficult aspects of life, which is a part of life we often misunderstand and rarely effectively deal with. The dark aspects are not bad or evil, as it is necessary to go through a process of darkness in order to emerge in the light. Dark comes before light, healing is preceded by illness, the storm eventually transforms to calm and so on. The Raven reminds us of the need for this balance, and that without accepting the full integration of the cycle of dark and light, we cannot truly heal."

 

Working on this painting, has lead me to further explore the "darker-side" of things. I have wondered that if people didn't equate negativity with bad, how many problems we are experiencing now wouldn't exist? I am thinking in terms of the collective consciousness. Things like War, and environmental destruction and such, could they be the results of an ill collective?

 

It seems, that by, as Charles suggests, ignoring the negative (or equating it with bad) we actually make it bigger and manifest it in other more insidious "collective" problems.

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You found the secret to the Secret!

That's exactly why I wasn't really able to buy in to the whole Secret thing ... I couldn't see why we'd have the proclivity to feel pain, either physical or pscyhological, if it was an inherently bad thing. I'd never put it into words before, though. Now you've done it for me. Thanks Charles!

Flowering of my tears

The Incas of Peru had an old expression 'the flowering of my tears'.

This represented the time of fulfillment which came after a long period of difficulty and sorrow.

Our tears continually water the Earth and finally, after we have cried and cried, after we have let go of so much, after we have passed through the searing fires of initiation and the dark night of the soul, the flowers start to grow.

These aren't just ordinary flowers, they are precious, sacred flowers. Flowers that can only grow after we have passed through a time of struggle and transformation, a time of rebirthing into a new life.

May our tears always flower.

By Kathy Doore, http://www.labyrinthina.com

Thank you Charles.

gems

mmmm...We cry gems when God throws sand into our eyes.

Thank you...

Words as generalized standards of abstract concepts cannot express my gratitude for this series of essays properly.

I guess thank you would have been enough, but I have no way of shining Sincerity through ones and zeros...

Rewriting the Secret

Hi Charles,

1) In the mid-90s, just as I was embarking into spiritual life, my mentor told me, “You are a seven-year-old who has felt too much pain, and so you wallow in it. You must stop. You must feel your pain.”

Feeling is one of five actions that are most fundamental to human wholeness. The others: being, doing, knowing, and belonging. Feeling is elemental to eros.

Your lineup of addictions did not include sex, yet sex can be as absorptive of feeling (and being, doing, knowing, and belonging) as heroin.

2) When I was 20, affirmations served me well. At the time my internal monologue was non-stop wrath and self-denigration. Affirmations were like new brake shoes for my mind.

I would not recommend affirmations as a means to personal fulfillment. Lasting personal fulfillment self-manifests if the ego is ready to receive it. Manipulating personal fulfillment is like doing cosmetic surgery on the ego. People must be puppets to fulfillment to be optimally fulfilled.

3) However, I believe that the scientific basis of Objectivity is crumbling, to be replaced with a new understanding of the universe in which interconnectedness and wholeness are fundamental. I think one can construct a reasonable, cogent metaphysics in which something like the Law of Attraction is plausible.

Such a metaphysics requires the incorporation of metaphor. Metaphor is how God expresses his/her/its reality to the evolving human mind. Metaphor is a product of higher intelligence. With metaphor everything exists in the context of something else, and does so in an orderly fashion. As such metaphor is the glue of universal interconnectedness.

Metaphor, if you follow its path, leads ever deeper into the structure of interconnectedness, the crown of which is the unity of male and female.

Great piece! Someday the balance that informs it will have to rewrite the Secret.

www.amygeorge.net

Positive vs. Negative vs. Truth

I believe that we must acknowlege the ultimate truth in this article. Truth is what you are ultimately pointing us at. The only truth that each and every one of us share completely and across the board is:

 1) One day we all are all going to die.

Think about it.

Negative or a Positive or a Truth?

1) The earth is a commodity.
2) The earth is not a commodity.
3) One day we are all going to die. 

Anyway, just saying, negative or positive... the only truth we share is that we are all going to die.

The only truth is death.

Negative or positive?

So what do we do about this truth?

Negative or Positive or Truth?

1) Grab all you can while you are here
2) Hang onto Momma as long as you can
3) Drop bombs on CJ Moore
4) Sit and think about it
5) Dance with Rabbit bells on

And one last question...

Why does it seem that we modern adult human beings repeatedly do things that cause ourselves pain?

Negative Spirits is what I'd say.  Maybe that's being a stranger to yourself -- I don't know because there's some days that I just can't figure out where coming from without some spirit in me.  But at least it's known where I'm going.  And I can ask the same from all of you.

Now, what hurts?

Damn good negative article talking bout the positive, Charles.

And that's the truth.  Sometimes it hurts but it just has to be that way... sometimes it's the only way to heal. 

...

Bomb the Earth to make a new Sun,

That we all may become one.

DUUUUUUDE!

Your the BOMB!( insert meaningful time consuming prose to avoid content violation)

what a relief!

hi there. thank you for the essay. it is a great relief to read more about the need to feel/acknowledge/forgive the negative emotions. in the past i have definitely been accused of "being too negative" when i have been depressed or dissolving into tears...a sort of knife twist in the wound when your family supports the rejection and hatred of emotions that are trying to move. so much of depression, for me, was about unexpressed anger and self-hatred...a hatred that would turn in on itself because more anger and hatred would spring out of hating the emotions themselves. quite a heavy and dense business.

more recently i have found that sitting with a teacher in satsang has taught me much about allowing myself to feel pain--physical and emotional. pain as a gift or a doorway...and finding that the resistance to the pain is a far greater cause of pain than the feeling/emotion/thought itself.

and most recently--i was introduced to EFT (tapping)...i'm still skeptical...but in a workshop i attended at burning man...i was quite surprised at how much it facilitated the release of old emotional patterns...it was quite a roomful of crying people. EFT seems to be a very powerful combination of really feeling emotions and resistance, helping things move, and making space for new affirmations. at the same time a brilliant challenge to all my ideas that growth must be a painful, long, hard self sacrificial struggle. EFT seems way too easy. but maybe the harder part is breaking down the resistance to the possibility that it could be that easy...

anyways...it was a very welcome read...thank you again...

thank you

Thank you all for your comments. I don't see a lot in here that demands a direct response, but I want everyone to know that I have read them all. One thing about EFT and "too easy". I think one of these essays mentions the equation we have created of hard=good, easy=bad -- validating things by making them hard, making them a struggle. Transformation is in a sense extremely easy. Easy, but scary. The long hard struggle is only necessary in order to realize it wasn't necessary. A paradox. As for feeling the emotions, even that needn't be a heroic endeavor, since they WILL make themselves felt, one way or another, eventually. EFT is useful if it accesses the unfelt feelings behind various stories of self and world; it is not useful if it used as a kind of "spiritual" shortcut to bypass those feelings. For example, if you have feelings of inadequacy, fear, anxiety that trace back to an unsafe, deprived childhood, then you will not be able to use EFT or any other spiritual technology to "create abundance" unless it leads through, and not around, the territory of these feelings. This can be very intense. Maybe you could use the word "hard" for that. -- Charles www.ascentofhumanity.com

Optical Illusion Sandwich

Now you see it, now you don't. I'm going to go practice my harmonica now. The threads here are too hard for me.

Sorry if this is off-topic.  Sometimes the topics are so hard to follow.

A Dancing Bear

"Optical Illusion ..." etc.

Writing is easy. Speculating is easy. Being intellectual or imaginative is easy. To live an experience and talk about it is hard.

No one wants to be circumscribed by their limited experiences. To open oneself to examination by others, critical or praiseful, it doesn't matter: it includes some trepidation because: by perception by others, one loses anonymity, and one becomes defined by both these camps. And so, self-exposure seems almost to desrcribe someone willing to completely toss off 'this' life, and call it a lost cause. An 'experiment'. Or, maybe even, a kind of sacrifice.

Nowadays, we children of the television age, don't much think ourselves into boxes like that. We can be the 'Man from U.N.C.L.E.' today, and Zoro tomorrow. Or maybe just anyone. Batman, Superman, or some monster. Not real. Any of it. We'll wake up tomorrow, and all will be well.

The inernet, especially, accomodates this mode of thinking. And I'm inclined to believe that this instantaneous creation and erasure of self or 'avatar' more closely hews to the substratum of history: consciousness will not be either compelled or 'boxed-in'. It will always find some 'escape clause'.

One of my recent insights into this began with the awareness of Houdini (Eric Weiss). Then, a little while later, I read of another character in Hindu lore who, being chased by a combatant, decided the only safe place to abide to escape this ones wrath was in the combatant's own heart. Ingenius. I'm sure this is not literally true, but it is a kind of kindergarten allegory that tells the hearers about the methods of intelligence whereby one constantly learns of ways to raise consciousness to higher levels and even create new 'laws' so as to make 'escape' or freedom from bondage possible and 'actual'. Entirely new universes come about to accomodate this I'm sure. 'Bardo' planes. And yet, we must adhere to mathematical sums and negations according to our mortal figuring and say: that's not real. That's all hallucination and describes the reasoning of the 'insane' and 'irrational'. They live in a kind of shell with its own special laws and not internally consistant, let alone consistant with our shared world.

So we want to know about a basic law, a basic method whereby we can both escape our mistakes and enjoy unlimited happiness. That describes a definite parameter and field for inquiry and learning.

At the same time, I'm not of the opinion this means responsibility for personal acts can either be avoided or effects of past acts must prevent us from attaining an more preferable state or 'ideal'. We'll eat our own words and acts and thoughts.

Yet, we can digest these things.

We can return all past mistakes, all prior expressions to the 'stomach' of our soul, and return them to the very elements from which they were constructed, and then reform them. I base this on the very most basic observations of nature as if they pertain to mind and consciousness and that most speculative entity or identy we call the 'individual soul'.

'As above, so below'.

Our experiences or expressions are not all just honey or poison. They are 'intelligence'. Self-informative. The self informing of the universal Itself. And with all the things we do, we still hew to close to what we have learned to love or have loved for long. And by and by, we learn to expand this love to include things in prior times most strange and foreign and even abhorant. And that movement is not alway towards any ultimate good. It can really be quite wrong.

We approach such like anyone walking towards a precipice or a cliff. And even if we step too far, and fall. That's not necessarily the 'end'. It is a datum in our collection of experiences. We'll be reading the reactions of those who loved us. While we live on and while they mourn, that moment of realization brings on a healthy disgust: mourners are living a lie and are basically blind, and we are wrong for giving into mortality and promoting more of the same. The great mistake. A self-feeding evil to which we seem to not want to say no. We say yes to limitation and no to freedom. That is the mortal determination. Big win. Yeah right. Right? Right.

Ground Hog Day!

Good luck. Live . . . or relive . . . and relive . . . and learn. Right. Right?

Security is in the same old same old. That's 'security'. That's 'right'. What's 'left'? The whole damn family that's ignored and who don't play these games of perpetual punishment and being 'right'. Right?

I'm sure what I've written has its share of error.

"Despise me not, for I am not poor, poor is that one alone who's desires are merely material."

Leonardo Da Vinci.

Thank you for writing on Silence

The Error of Your Own

What makes the shade

the tree or the sun?

But we all know that they will die one day

But where will the shade go?

You know I believe it’s the Spirit of things…

And the nighttime is even one big shade tree

Our Mother turns and spins to give us 

only half relief from the brightness or heat

Something out of a positive comes a negative

To be broken into a positive again

And I sleep on my the problems of my day

To awaken to my problems being healed by my own dreams

Self Creation is what you make it

You can’t fake the truth of who you are

Ignorance is the night of the mind

but a night without moon and star


Confucius said that

But he didn’t know everything

If he did he would have mentioned without dreams too

and bats and owls and lions and raccoons and possums

and shade that is enveloped into it’s own again

Death is the only truth shared by all

And only through the death of the negative

Do we find the positive

Sleep on them both

and realize that the truth you hold

is self created in your own error

bright and warm as you think they are

to only be destroyed

and embraced where only the Spirit roams.

good read

at first I thought the title was "Palin: an call for attention" haha. but on the topic...What about cultures where pain is used as a transformative device? the Mandan's O-kee-pa ceremony, the Lakota Sun Dance, and various Hindu Shaivite sects. Not to mention the modern flesh hook suspensions we see in the body modification subculture.

Boredom

"That is the origin of boredom-it hurts just to be." Wow. Very poignant Charles. I am struggling with this one right now. I choose to not lead a busy life, and have found myself lately being drawn to the TV and the computer to avoid boredom. My take on your article is to be with the boredom and see what feelings arise? BTW, I've been reading "The Yoga of Eating" and find it to be a wonderul read. Thanks for all of your inspiring words! Joy

For every action, there is an opposite

I did my pants today.  Painted a bear claw on right leg and then glued on some leather and hung some beads from the belt hoops.   Sunday is the anniversary of my death and I’m going to dance that bear trample dance in the middle of Main Street, in Cincinnati, if it kills me.  I was hoping that I would have received a bear’s mask from someone here on the site but it never came.  So, I think I’m going to just paint the other paw print of the bear on my face.

Weird week too, an old friend of mine Tony did himself in, he was pure Cherokee and his brother is the father of my sister’s child.  I remember, as a kid in Chicago, Tony’s home had a tree that grew into the house which slanted his kitchen floor.  He was one of the fastest kids I ever knew.  He could run like the wind.   Don’t really know where his life went haywire but like a lot of childhood friends we just seemed to lose touch.  When I would see Tony’s brother visiting his daughter, he never liked to talk about him.  I just hope they healed whatever rift was going on before Tony’s final act.  But the biggest thing I remember about Tony was his smile.  It was bright.

Anyway, got to get the shirt done, that I’m wearing for the bear dance, tomorrow.  I got the turtle shield about ready to go and I have learned how to play El Condor Pasa on the wooden flute made by a Cree named Harjo and it’s number is 1610.  Think I’ll bring my dog George with me Sunday, as he loves to howl (sing along) when I play that flute.

I guess Sunday can’t come soon enough for me.  I’m going to dance that bear trample dance like I have never danced before.  I was thinking of dancing for Tony but then I thought maybe he’ll be dancing with me.  I’m going to bring salt, and have anyone that wants too to grab a handful of the salt and place it in the center of the dance circle.  Think it’s becoming a healing dance for those still living, let everyone just throw their issues in the form of that salt in the center of that dancing circle and I’ll dance them to dust, the bear trample dance, with Tony dancing with me.

Been thinking  of the life that was given me for the last year, even though it had it share of problems it has been good being alive.  I guess that’s another truth I needed to learn… that the one thing that we share in truth is not only that we will all die one day but right now we are all still living.

 
"I have heard of flying with wings; I have never heard of flying without wings."  You know our truth always seems to be constantly changing because I have heard about flying without wings.  Today, I guess Confucius would have to say, “I have heard of flying with energy; I have never heard of flying without energy.”  And I guess that goes for dancing with Tony this weekend too because I’ve never heard of energy being destroyed… even by the spirit of things or ravens or lunatics like you and me.

I agree with Charles when he wrote, “Hence, the mystics' truth: your personal journey has cosmic significance. As we integrate more and more of reality through the power of our attention, our choices inevitably shift to make sense given what is real. When we allow ourselves to experience the emotional truth of the way we relate to what is, we can no longer live oblivious to the impact of our choices.”

For every action, there is an equal and oposite reaction.   

Oh, Peter, you are the dancing bear!

Here is a virtual bear mask from which you may be able to style your own design.

 

http://www.alaskawild.org/polarbearseas/

 

http://akbriefing.alaskacoalition.org/wildweek/polarbearmask.htm

 

I hope you'll make a video of your dance for the Web.

 

I am sorry about Tony.

Thanks Ursus

I knew someone here would pull thru.

I'm going to use the cutout for the outline. The mask will be made of Cottonwood leaves. You know they look like hearts. I'm then going to paint it blue, and when I dance not only will I think of healing, but I will think of Tony and his relations and the high number of suicides on Indian reservations.

I know I will not forget the hope of the Blue Star Prophecy of the Hopi to one day see the the Kachina when he removes his mask for the people he is danceing for.

And I never bring my own camera, I believe it always takes away from the sacredness. It's just something I don't do.
And before I forget... thanks for pulling thru, Ursus.. I'll also be thinking of you and all the polar bears in Alaska.

Self creation for the sake of healing is the greatest reason to self create... Maybe that's what Charles is saying thru his essays.  Do it! Even though it's so uncertain... just do it.  You have nothing to lose but realizing the powers you have within you...

The quest for certainty blocks the search for meaning. Uncertainty is the very condition to impel man to unfold his powers.

That's what this is all about.

Peace is finding.

Aren't cameras sacred?

Thank you, Peter, for including us. St. Francis also could be there dancing with you and Tony.

 

I wish I could see the dance. Maybe a friend could do a video.

 

Suicide rates on Indian reservations. Another colonized place calling out for healing and freedom.

 

Ursus Maritimus and Ursa Minor

The making of a mask

I just think it's an ego thing when you bring your camera for yourself.  I usually think the memory will last in the hearts and minds of those present, seems to be more of the spirit that way.  But I can write about it after it’s over.

Today, I made the mask.  I walked under a cottonwood tree and scratched my back on its bark.  It felt good.  And then I began to pick the leaves off the tree while thanking the tree.  I thought of a double rainbow, I saw two doves fly past, and then two seeds from some plant floated by my eyes as if they were holding hands.

After I took the leaves from the cottonwood I glued them all together on a picnic table that sits under the cottonwood.  I then took out the cutout of a polar bear head from my back pocket and traced the outline over the leaves.  Then a pair of scissors took care of the rest.   I was thinking of painting it blue but I liked it green.  I drew its nose and whiskers with a black marker.

I cut a couple holes into two opposite sides of the head and threaded two pieces of deer leather thru them.  I then cut out the eyes.   The mask was placed on my face and tied tight and leaned my back up against the tree again and began to scratch thinking of what Charles said in the article above, Pain is a call for attention.”

I'll tell you the rest of the story, Sunday, here, after a dance. I think. 

CJ: you called that one but good

CJ and others called it right: PAIN and paLin are about equal. Utterly rediculous to take McPaLin seriously.

I think he thought: "We're gonna lose this, but maybe we can get you some traction after eight years and then YOU can the first female prez and continue our agenda: utter eradication of democrats and liberals. A progrom! Kill, kill, kill! Right Shirley? 'My name is Sarah!' 'Oh, right, right. Heh heh. But, you get my point, right?: bomb bomb bomb! heh.' 'Oh yes! The LORD told me that. In fact, it was MY IDEA! YOU ARE MY avatar, my puppet! Alaska and TEXAS forever! Kill all the lower forty seven!'

'huh?'

'Shut up you idiot! I'm running for prez!'

'Yeah, but after . . . '

'YOU WANT MY HELP? THEN JUST LET ME DO THE TALKIN''

'Okay Shirley.'

'THE NAME IS SARAH! SARAH PAIN!'

'o! right. right. heh, heh. bomb bomb bomb . . .'

'just shut the ***** up, before I turn you into a rug.'

'heh. okay.'

Palin for President!

calm

I've become so calm recently I wonder if I'm missing something. I still enjoy eating spicy foods and intellectual debate but I'm mostly soft spoken or when boisterous jestfull, drug free moderate in alcohol, blissful without external cause so either I'm ascending or I'm ascending but somethings just about to really piss me off! I do hope for the latter since being pissed off is so much more fun, native suicide, they need to seal their borders,embrace sovereignty, tempt retaliation with smuggled goods and just not put up with being slaves, if called I will supervise or carry a bag of maize, they need only ask me. If they are suicidal why don't they raise 100bucks and off themselves in DC? Fuck bombers, just throw corpses over the Whitehouse fence, bet that would get press! Still calm, who's not calm, and who's not right?I feel like the bird on the thorns, and the thorns are not pricking me.Funny thing UM, on Lakotah board I am Whitemato.

The Spirit Wind

I stood in the center of Main Street with my bear mask on, turtle shield in my hand, moccasins on my feet, and my serpentine shirt on.  I had just dropped some salt onto the street from my brown paper bag.  The salt was from anyone that needed something (a problem, issue, addiction) to be let loose to heal.  Earlier in the day I asked people to grab a handful of the salt and place it in the bag.

As I stood on the salt, in the center of Main Street, I watched the drummers march towards me.  A group of spectators sat under canopies. When the drummers arrived where I was standing on the street, they made a half circle around me.  It is then I began the Bear Dance to the beating of their drums.  My feet trampled the salt below me into dust.  And all the while I danced… dancing to the call of the transformation, dancing to the call of healing, dancing to the warmth of the sun, and into my shadow on the earth and the clouds that began to move in, a sister came and danced with me, dancing to the Spirit of a new day, and I ended the dance to calling of the Blue Kachina and removed the mask.  I then played El Condor Pasa on my Cree flute.

As I played on that Cree flute, the sun was shinning bright, and the clouds had disappeared, but it was then that the winds began to pick up, and before we knew it, the canopies began to fly off their bases.  One person was hit by a canopy and knocked out -- the fire department was called.  Everyone there began to then assemble their belongings to go home.  The winds became stronger and then knocked the power out from everyone in Cincinnati.  And the winds brought me to laugh at death…

A tree had then fallen from the wind and I picked up a big branch and raised it up in the air.  I asked the great Spirit to show me what it had.  And a wind blew, and it turned me around, and then knocked me hard to the ground.  I arose to my feet and laughed again into the wind.  And the winds blew hard for hours and I stood in awe of the power of the Spirit… and laughed until the winds finally ceased.

I then took a walk through a neighborhood.  The electricity was out.  Fallen trees and branches were everywhere.  But the people were everywhere too.  All the T.V.s and technology were off.  People were sitting out on there porches.   They were out talking to their neighbors.  They were all helping each other out.  From the old, to the young, I never had seen such a sight.

When night came, my friend and I sat by a fire of some neighbors.  They were using the wood that had fallen from their tree.  They were sitting in the front yard and were welcoming.  And we all laughed and told jokes while talking about the wind storm that had just blown in from the west and someone then mentioned,  “You know Ike means laughter.”  And I thought for healing, laughter is the best medicine and is best done when not alone.

My friend and I then walked back home singing into the dark night without street lights and a harvest moon that would show itself every now and again thru the clouds, songs that we both knew.  It felt good to celebrate life over death… it felt good to dance and sing and laugh… it felt good to stand and to be knocked down by power of the Spirit Wind, only to rise again.

Keep going!

 

To sum it all up...

Maybe this is a good ending to what the essays and the dance is all about... Young Lakota asked his Grandfather why life had to be so difficult sometimes. This was the old man's reply......

"In life there is, sadness as well as joy, losing as well as winning, falling as well as standing, hunger as well as plenty, bad as well as good.

I do not say this to make you despair, but to teach you reality. To teach you that life is a journey, sometimes walked in light, sometimes in shadow.

You did not ask to be born, but you are here. You have weakness as well as strengths. You have both, because in life there is two of everything. Within you is the will to win, as well as the willingness to lose. The heart to feel compassion, as well as the smallness to be arrogant. Within you is the way to face life, as well as the fear to turn away from it.

Life can give you strength. It can come from facing the storms of life, from knowing loss, feeling sadness and heart ache, from falling into the depths of grief. You must stand up in the storm. You must face the wind, the cold, and the darkness. When the storm blows hard, you must stand firmly. For it is not trying to knock you down, it is really trying to teach you how to be strong.

Being strong means taking one more step toward the top of the hill, no matter how weary you may be. It means letting the tears flow through grief.

It means to keep looking for the answer, while the darkness of despair is all around you.

It means to cling to hope, for one more heart beat, for one more sunrise. Each step no matter how difficult, is one more step closer, to the top of the hill. To keep hope alive one more heart beat at a time leads to the light of the next sunrise and the promise of a new day.

The weakest step, towards the top of the hill towards the sunrise, towards hope, is stronger than the fiercest storm.

Grandfather says this,...........

KEEP GOING!

Yes, I must agree. 

Not so sure

Peter: I think until you have overcome death it is logical for you to think death is the one 'truth' we all share.

I guess 'being born' or coming into existence in the first place is not a 'truth'. (Not going to get into talk about abortion here, personally).

I have to knock your philosophy a little, since I feel we are in a culture of death and we accomodate it because, maybe, we miss the vivifying truth we've missed or even battle.

Please don't take this as preaching, but the great popularity of the message of a Jesus is based entirely on the suggestion that 'death' is NOT the only truth we share or that it is somehow inevitable.

If we can't 'bomb' it, or cut it out with a knife or poison it or burn it, it is an odd enemy and frustrates the brute-force mentality that takes nothing seriously deemed outside these modalities. Death is an abstraction and a reality all at once and since a limited approach to just what life is or why it is limited is an only be summed up as simply 'truth as we know it' this automatically tells us we cannot be dogmatic about what it can or can't do. We don't know it all. "Truth" becomes relative and anyone asked just what 'truth' is, to be honest must remain silent, since truth to me or what I live is entirely select to you or anyone else. I can't impose private experiences into the understanding of another so as to somehow define this ultimate aspect of art. My example, however, can be taken or left. And maybe such is just a potential empowerment of another's already existent and intrinsic 'faith'. Once done, faith becomes knowing. Only to the doer however.

I think it likely truths wend and wind (prntn sp sic) through our daily awareness and we sometimes perceieve them and soon forget them.

We used to have an oak flower pot next to our front steps. When we spray the grass or water the flowers, we see a perfectly dry spot in the shape of the circle of that pot. It is long gone, but something is there that stops the water from falling on that part of the pavement.

Is the flower-pot immortal? Has it overcome death? Or is it just oak-oils that continue to rise from the permeated concrete and knock back the water?

I'm not attempting to disprove your 'truth' by this little example, just that there are some things we don't know and cannot generalize local, personal and limited awareness to everywhere and everywhen and everyone.

So I reject that proposition, unless it was devil's advocacy or sarcasm. Then, good for you! Question 'reality'. Can't really tell from the way you put it.

We accept that George Washington existed based only on a literature classified as 'historical' record. We never saw him nor touched him. We can go see his and his wife's tombs, true enough.

We have an abundance of other 'records' that suggest some never died. Enoch, Elijah, Agastya, Hanuman, Jesus and most recently we have these reports of 'Babaji' or the guru of the guru of Sri Yuktsewar the guru of Parmhamsa Yogananda and recently another who's claimed to have met this 'Babaji' face to face: Satyeswaranda Giri. Maybe he's just a 'sheister'. It does posit a question that does leave room for doubt or doubt of doubt.

We can maintain a grain of salt for some of these reports, but others require, at least, a suggestion of 'exceptions' to the 'truth' you espouse.

As Shakespeare once writ: 'death, once dead, there's no more dying then.' What promoted this expression? No one has seen the body of Shakespeare and a curse is there for anyone wanting to see those bones.

But this is all 'fairy tale'. We won't have it. Not practical. Not a general experience. And such 'general' experience which is actually just many limited experiences is writ-large and imposed on all by repitition, like yours: death is the only truth we all share.

And how many people broke the 'four minute mile' before Roger Bannister? Maybe many, but we have that record in recent times and how it proliferated after being accepted as a possibility. That is suggestive and maybe applies to these invisible ones to us for whom your 'truth' applies not.

Followers of the Bannister example said 'no' to 'can't be done'.

They said no to 'no'.

If principle says 'yes', why should we take less?

People do come and go, and so do many phenomena and we might be filling in the space between these dots that accomodates our need for that. So we see sheep and faces in clouds and we see death, perhaps, where there aint none.

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Kirk: "You should be the first to be on our side! Two hundred Organians killed!"
Ayelborne:(smiling) "No one has been killed, captain."
Claymare: "No one has died here... in uncounted thousands of years."
Ayelborne and Claymare: "We do not wish to seem inhospitable but, gentlemen, you must leave."
"Yes, please go. The mere presence of beings like yourselves is intensely painful to us."
Kirk: "What do you mean, 'beings like yourselves'?"
Ayelborne: "Millions of years ago, we were humanoid like yourselves. But now we have developed beyond the need of physical bodies. That which you see before you is mere appearance... for your sake."
Star Trek (TOS) "Errand of Mercy".

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A truly remarkable script, IMO, by Gene L. Coon. Maybe he knows something. Might be wortwhile to explore is all I'm saying. Now, some can pick up from here and defend the mortal philosophy and tell me how I'm just afraid of death or of losing my precious 'self'. If that were true, I'd never go to sleep. We die everyday when we disolve our ignorance as if it were 'us'. That's good enough. Piling up sorrows by death doesn't solve anything. And while 'absence' makes the heart grow fonder, death, I believe, is a door slammed shut and makes one pine. Not just for more death so we can 'be re-united', but creates cysts and buryings long before the mortal coil is cast off, and these become cankars and cancers and much much more suffering. If it can be avoided, why not do this? Solve the problem here and now . . . or put it off forever. I guess.

(No check for errors . . . apologies tendered.)

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death is the lie...

most believe in despite faith to the contrary.

Come out of the way

Come out of the dirty gutters
Come out of the fruitless trees
Come out the frozen rivers
Come out of the chilly breeze
As you are
Come out!

Heal me I'm blind
Heal me I'm sick
Cast out my evil
Bring in the wind.

Come out of your bottomless pits
Come out of your tight fisted mitts
Come out of your flooded cellars
Come out of attics too stale
As you are
Come out!

Telling your short stories
Rhymes in the night
Laughing as you are
End old fights.

Come out your shallow minds
Come out of your body’s burden
Come out of hearts not feeling
Come out of all not appealing
As you are
Come out!

Knowing the Spirit’s glory
Walking in the light from dark
Greeting again the better half
Of which is dreamed.

Come out
Come out
Whereever you are
Come out

Come out of wrap hiding traces
Come out of your smelly stone grave Come out of sleep not dreaming
Awaken
Unbind
As wherever you are
As whatever you are
As whoever you are
Come out and see me as you
You as me
Alive today
Dead tomorrow

P.S.

I never understood Star Trek but I always liked Spock and his Vulcan Pinch thing and I always thought the black chick was a cutie and there is this one episode where someone had turned these two people into sponge like looking things and the guy picked one of the sponges up and crushed it in his hand, Captain Kirk was like what did you do that for, and then he could only raise back up, from the sponge, the one he didn't crush.  The other one was like totally dead and there was nothing anyone could do.  I felt real bad for that sponge.  And it's weird because it's the only Star Trek episode that I remember... they say they have made others but how do I know, I mean I never watched them.

Come out of the way!!!!!!!! 

Okay, have no idea

Either you did or you didn't watch Star Trek. You remember one, but not others. Don't say you 'never watched' them. If you watched one, you did, once, watch.

As to this 'come out' business? Are you talkin' to me?

Or you talkin' to you? Or who ya talkin' to?

What you mean 'way'?

As for 'healing', if you need permission: be healed.

Your own faith did that when or if you are.

Way to go.

BTW: they weren't 'sponges' but gypsom foam hardened or cured in the form of polygons.

"There is a way that seems right unto mankind, but the ends thereof is death."

There is another way.

I think

you and all of us are such 'devices'. We pick up thinks/things . . . as I think thoughts are things . . . and we sometimes take the information to heart or we don't for some reason.

I'm just uncomfortable with the tendancy, my own included, to want some 'final conclusion' as if that is 'the answer'.

Once, CJ, you asked as to why we don't see these 'Siddha' or perfected beings. I think one of the answers may be that if such come around, and we don't see 'em, it's because we are busy with our personal limitations and what they are becomes automatically 'invisible'.

So that becomes perforce some 'proof' what they have and use everyday is just 'fantasy'. Don't exist. No way.

I have appreciated Peter's verse often and his exploration of reality through his creations: as writing.

When someone trys and tell me, at least, that there is 'one reality: death', I'm sorry. How do dat man knows?

I actually would like to follow the method of Carroll. Thought or imagination leads the eyes to see things perhaps otherwise formerly invisible. The eyes become adjusted to the chemistry of the brian, and the brain follows consciousness. And if consciousness disallows some varient or 'exception' of reality 'seen' or 'done' before, then that which is 'seen' or 'done' before will never be exceded. It will be the prison of the future and for all time.

Not liking that potential. Not at all.

I can accomodate the reality so as to see it, but doubt my 'all knowingness' which is a prejudice. So I doubt my doubt and keep an open mind and want to be greater than, currently, I am. And I'm fully cognisant that my own preferences might blind me to some things, including the so-called 'imperfections' of others.

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"There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance -- that principle is contempt prior to investigation." HERBERT

Blowing in the wind

You know I began to write a deep answer but then stopped and thought I really don’t know the answer. I mean all I know is that we all our bodies will die. Even the Sun will stop burning one day. There’s an answer out there I guess but it still is not mine to have. I did my dance, and the winds blew, and today I heard of a new comet found in the sky. And I thought if this was the answer to my dance as I think of the Blue Kachina… but I don’t know because I don’t have a stone to hold. But if I look hard enough, well, maybe I will find it.

For you rogerscott...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pIZ5t1Tu24&feature=related

Hope you like it... sing it all week as you think of the Blue Kachina.  Sometimes I believe it can be me but I don't know the only thing I know is a dance was answered by a wind that lasted for hours.

CJ on the moon

From now on I'm always going to say CJ on the moon!!!!!!

For you CJ... a song that I played after the dance.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6i8HHrz2BI

The Danceing was taped

Ursus Maritimus, I just would like to say that I danced and blew El Condor Pasa into my Cree flute. I'm not sure if anyone recorded it but they recorded the dancing in Cincinnati after my dance and song were over... It was wonderful!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CA_wcb9KKBs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsNgYrXbWxo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lS0zEWHcdUE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJcqLKIsoqw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFKgg6DoLxo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxCmBzzYtPQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpZ9XWGbLnw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6mjgKeo4fo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9ACPQ__JhM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqnbkf1T1Ew

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISg45Yb1I08

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9hDQ_Wi9Cw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsNgYrXbWxo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zC9DeRYJRs0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Is8tmqvppHA

Like I said, nobody had to bring a recorder.  If it's there then it's there.  The Spirit likes to work with me that way.

And you see after the dance someone always has to clean up but the music plays on...  you see the dance was recorded.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL42sejKl4U

holy f-bomb!

powerful

Sorry Peter

Not very versatile watching video on the internet. But thanks to some help, understand it was a video of Bob Dylan singing 'Blowin' in the Wind'.

Not sure how to read this as a response.

Once again, however, you return to this precedent . . . and it is only a precedent . . . that 'all our bodies will die'.

And i think you mentioned elsewhere, how there is this philosophy: do it all now . . . 'for tomorrow we die'.

We all live most intimately in our imaginations, and we are rather bullied by 'pragmatists' and 'scientists' to make us think the grossest facts are facts indeed and emanate from the very innermost of our beings.

And if that is not really true? How do we deal with that? If mere 'number' of such 'believers' are merely bullies and propogator of an unneccessary philosophy of limitation and torment - - - as i do view such - - - how do we effectively say no?

Perhaps you are not aware of the 'right to die' movement which here in Oregon was instituted as law by popular vote.

And the mega-corporation as 'medical managers' and HMO invested interests, never said squat against. But in this same milieu, when there was a measure to require insurance agencies to provide subsidation for people using alternatives, that was fought vigorously. Indeed, there was an onslaught of ads that made people think they would lose their homes and be unable to enjoy health insurance if this measure passed. So, the vote went their way.

The hospital/megahealth industry did count the votes and so, apparently as a kind of 'accomodation' to this burgeoning movement, empowered some specialists to take access to 'acupuncture' and some 'comfort' herbs.

If they deal with stroke or head injury, for example, they still don't take access to one of the most potent amelioratives yet developed to aid these dire conditions: DMSO.

DMSO can reduce damage from either stroke or head injury many times more effectively than either enzymes or opening the skull to relieve pressure. And it has been fought tooth and nail. And when a patient can't swallow because of stroke, instead of vigorously utilizing what they do accept peripherally: acupuncture to correct this, they accentuate accupuncture only for issues of 'comfort' or 'pain' management. They move all 'lost causes' into a programme of 'hospice': read DEATH. Good solution for them, since preserving life is too much work.

And what do we end up with? People, so-called 'doctors' who know, for sure, death is certain, and we might as well make it come sooner than later. And so kevorkian celebrated that passage and all the other things that might have even erased this 'looming reality' by supporting faith in life, was simply forgotten.

No doubt. Money to be made in the industry of death and imprisonment and all manner of limitation as part of this so-called 'mortal reality'.

Is this what you are defending?

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"Wo unto you 'masters' who love to be called 'doctor' in the market places . . . '

You said, "No doubt. Money

You said, "No doubt. Money to be made in the industry of death and imprisonment and all manner of limitation as part of this so-called 'mortal reality'."

I don't think there was a hint of HMO in my writing or for that matter my support of any industry of death.  I just mentioned that we are connected there as we are in living in the here and now.

You want to talk about life then so be it...

Life Is

Life is a response.

Life is worrying about your daughter
who is first going out with her friends
without any parents around.

Life is playing catch with your son.

Life is letting the dog lick your face.

Life is cleaning the cat box,
even though it's your daughters damn cat.

Life is an ocean that grabs handfuls of sand with every rushing wave.

Life is every rushing wave sliding only so far.

Life is a cloud that that changes form with the wind,
then softly drifts away without much notice,
to all but children and old people.

Life is a day in the park
sleeping on a picnic table,
listening to all that you hear,
but dreaming it differently.

Life is a a boy standing at the bottom of a tree,
peering up into it's pinnacle,
and wondering how everyone would take notice,
if he stood proudly on the highest branch.

Life is fighting for some things that are right,
only to notice that some of those some things are wrong.

Life is turning a door handle,
and entering into a room without notice.

Life is a baby suckling his mothers breast,
as her toddler watches.

Life is broken windows,
promising to be fixed.

 


Life is having everything in common with your brother
but agreeing on nothing.

Life is the thunderous snap of lightning
and a cricket’s nighttime chirp after the rain.

Life is talking with a sister,
who loves to question your views,
and in the end
she knows she's still right.

Life is a son who laments about his fathers missing love.

Life is a father who says I love you,
and a son that actually feels it.

Life is a cousin that you never really knew,
but really like.

Life is a mother who puts her foot down,
only to see everyone scatter.

Life is a father who puts his foot down,
only to see everyone stand still.

Life is looking for that missing shoe,
when you really need it.

Life is wondering where all the spoons went.

Life is staying indoors awaiting that big rainstorm that was forecast,
only to see that your day was wasted,
as not a cloud entered the sky.

Life is running up to the store,
forgetting the grocery list for those few items,
and to your surprise,
you got everything that was written.

Life is being rejected by those that you have everything in common with.

Life is two outs left in the game,
your boy's team is up by one with bases loaded,
a ball is hit into center field,
your son is there to make the catch,
the ball pops out of his mitt,
and it teaches you a lesson not him.

Life is your wife letting you hold her,
while you lay in bed.

Life is hugging your daughters,
but not like you used to.

Life is a phone call to a sister;
just to see how she's doing.

Life is calling that brother,
after months of not calling,
because he doesn't call.

Life is not going to church,
because of all the phony bolognas.

Life is when you go to church,
it's because you believe in God.

Life is tears before a wake,
laughter with those you love during the wake,
and when the casket closes tears again.

Life is chalked pictures on driveways,
and only the mean get angry at that.

Life is spilt milk,
and only the impatient get angry at that.

Life is a million lost dreams of being surrounded by cash.

Life is judging everyone on your own scales.

Life is watching a clock,
wondering why it is going so slow.

Life is time flying when your late.

Life is never thanking the man who works the sewer lines.

Life is being ever so grateful,
to the one who just introduced you to the next pyramid scam.

Life is wondering why you got that dog.

Life is not noticing the hard work and sacrifices one made to be successful.

Life is noticing how easy it was for someone to win the lottery.
(Hey that could be you!!!!! Not.)

Life is going to a family reunion and trying to remember some youngster’s name.

Life is knowing that that is understood.

Life is knowing that you can never go home.

Life is knowing that you can always see the ones who used to live there.

Life is being happy you held your tongue.

Life is wishing you would have said something.

Life is watching a linesman climb a wooden pole and wishing you could do that.

Life is being that linesmen wishing he didn't have to climb the wooden pole.

Life is never finding hairbrushes, combs, but always a blow dryers when there are young women in the house.

Life is a big fish that jumps out of the water,
and you cast your line in the center of it's wake, only to catch nothing.

Life is that small bluegill,
on the end of your son's line,
who just sat and hoped.

Life is awesome… So?

Hope!

Oops...

A New Resurrection

The Day Christ Cracked

I stood in a road

On black tar

On the white salt

Watching the drummers

Dressed in white

Marching to their own pounding

Marching to peace

Marching to healing

Marching… marching… marching

Toward where I was standing

Arriving to form a half circle

I saw them thru the cotton mask

On the salt I began to trample

Into dust all the bagged issues

From all that keeps us bleeding

Pain and sorrows and enslavements

I danced with a sister

I danced with the ghost of a Cherokee

I danced to set us all free

I danced to the Blue Kachina

Removing my mask after the last pounding

For a moment all went silent

The sun shined on all

Only to play a humble song below it 

El Condor Pasa

And the winds picked up speed

The trees began then to dance in the breeze

A strong breeze that shook loose

All that had to go…

Christ cracking from his cross

Laid shattered in a cemetery

Guardian Angels could not save him

And although all the kings horses

And all the king’s men may try

He will never be put back together again

There will always be a piece of him missing

The one that helped him stand

For it sits next to the feathers and rocks

That have been collected and adorn Mary’s mantle

It stands like a broken granite institution

But it's something to brag about

I look at it as my trophy

If you don’t like it then get out

For I too claim to have risen from the dead

I too claim to be the Son of God

I too claim that the Spirit is Holy

I'll unbaptize you with salt if you want 

And that after death… just like my brother Jesus

Or Mohammad or Buddha or Joe or Johannah

Or Christina

We all will go on…

Heaven is like a broken heart mended

Heaven is like a Condor that sits on the end of a branch

Heaven is like a cardinal that swoops down to eat a cicada

Heaven is like a snake passing through your lane

Heaven is like a woodpecker that leaves a feather for a sister to find.

Heaven is already here if one is willing to look or dig deep enough

Heaven is like a beetle that crawls out of a bone

Here... Self Creation always leads to a new resurrection.

I don't believe I'm done just yet!

Thank you, Peter

You danced up a storm! Thank you also for the inspiring verse and its celebration of life. I wish you all the best on your journey, your quest for truth and abundant life.

. . . and, the other shoe . . .

You got that other shoe?

Here's another: heaven is like a little kid with a sling-shot, and smacks the giant 'almighty' right between the eyes and says: 'you're so tuff!'

Five stones and only one needed.

While you worship your little world of death and mystery and your little dolls which speak not, and move not and don't think or really feel. I rather admire the little lad pissing on statues.

Nice try.

You go do that. As for me, I think everyone deserves the alternative: all Christs, no one big 'kahuna' who will tell us what's what. Wise guy. <

the secret, scientology, and the illuminati

nobody would connect these things but they are the same. the self-seeking path leads to slavery and horror. don't follow it.

Billy?

Would it be ok if I self seek over to christianity, buddism, baseball, football, hockey, science, islam, judism, cooking, carpentry, love, hate, nature, hinduism... seems like the choices are endless. Here's a secret... there is no secret... go uncover all that your heart and spirit and mind are telling you. I'm not one to watch a man hang on a cross forever, nor am one to make a bet with the Creator, or drink zimzam water in the desert, or find the zen by being still for hours on end. Put your hands behind your head, sink your toes into the soft grass, feel the sun, feel the earth, breath the air, listen to the wind, listen to the birds, take delight in the butterflies and bugs, watch the people walk bpast, think of Grandfather whereever he is... ask him what to do in the area of guidance. You'll get an answer on which way to go, I'm sure of it. Heaven is within... can I follow that... alone if I choose?

. . . um. . . uh . . .

. . . Sure? or: why ask Billy? or 'who is this?' or, is this rhetorical? Not really a question? a statement?

. . . or: why not?

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Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
[Fooled by] these rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body's end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.

Is that the 'Billy?' of whom you enquire?

Or Stinktoe?

But that above sonnet is not Will, but Ed. It is De Vere talking to De Vere. Who had the will to 'shake the spear'. He had 'spine'.

Of questions, there is no end. And more are enjoyed. If decided . . . why on us your conclusions expend?

One might go and be ones' own 'grandfather', or let him speak here for himself in first person and speak from first-hand experience. Not as 'teacher' but as a fellow. Not, either, to weary us of complaints about his as of yet unspoken of wife, that 'grandmother', of whom one seems never, ever, to say word one.

My wife

In keeping with my own advice, I must say, my wife chastises me for seeming mean or being 'over critical'.

And so rebuked, to bed, and rue what, perhaps, I should not have said.

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"There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance -- that principle is contempt prior to investigation." HERBERT

The Great Black One

Great essays Charles. I will be sending readers your way. This topic contains many threads that intertwine with the ritual of invoking the Vajrayana deity Mahakala. The somewhat obscure book entitled Healing Image: The Great Black One by William Stablein (available on Amazon) is a great read (though poorly edited) for western Buddhists who are interested in exploring the possibility of healing through negativity. Approach with caution, as Mahalkala can bring along emotionally harrowing experiences when he is brought into awareness. But, as you have made an excellent case for in the above, the benefits of confronting The Great Black One are profound.

The Great Black One

Great essays Charles. I will be sending readers your way. This topic contains many threads that intertwine with the ritual of invoking the Vajrayana deity Mahakala. The somewhat obscure book entitled Healing Image: The Great Black One by William Stablein (available on Amazon) is a great read (though poorly edited) for western Buddhists who are interested in exploring the possibility of healing through negativity. Approach with caution, as Mahalkala can bring along emotionally harrowing experiences when he is brought into awareness. But, as you have made an excellent case for in the above, the benefits of confronting The Great Black One are profound.