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The Miracle of Self-Creation

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What should I do? What must I do? What can I do? We all sense the possibility of a more beautiful state of being, a more joyful state of being for ourselves and the world. Indeed, we have all heard about or met its exemplars: saints and heroes, people of such courage and compassion and integrity that we could hardly believe it possible, were it not for their living example. We want to be enlightened too. But how?

Let's not right now speak of enlightenment, which has become one of the most dangerous and useless concepts in the spiritual vocabulary. Let's be really really practical, and ask, "How can I stop losing my temper?" "How can I stop smoking?" "How can I stop overeating?" "How can I stop expressing negativity?" "How can I stick with my exercise program?" "How can I find the courage to live my ideals?" "How can I stop caving in to my boss?" If none of these are relevant to you, think of one of your own habits of speech, action, or though that causes pain, and which has resisted your most determined efforts to alter.

There comes a point, after years of trying, when we realize our helplessness to change the bad habits that keep us unhappy. We have tried very hard to change them: we have set resolutions and motivated ourselves; we have digested psychological concepts of responsibility and choice, and stated with solemn sincerity: "I choose to be patient and kind." Yet helplessly, a day later, you might find yourself losing your temper again, shouting, out of control, as if some demon had taken charge. After such an episode you might castigate yourself: "Why did I choose to do that? What's wrong with me? Why was I so weak?" And you resolve to control yourself better next time.

It is as if your self-loathing and disgust, your guilt and shame, will motivate you to do better next time. This is the mentality of punishment, of deterrence. If I hurt myself with enough self-abuse, surely I won't do it again, right? Wrong. Ask any addict, or any spouse of one, how well this kind of control works. Oh, it works temporarily, but in a moment of weakness or forgetting or rebellion, the behavior happens again... and again, and again. And yet, that penitent promise (to oneself or another) to never do it again was sincere. It failed though, and the only conclusion could be that you didn't try hard enough.

Another kind of self-control that does not work is positive reinforcement -- rewarding yourself for good behavior. Hooray for me! I didn't eat candy today. I didn't lose my temper. I didn't engage in gossip at that party. I did yoga, I meditated for 45 minutes, I at my vegetables, I gave money to a beggar, I was patient with my children... I was good. As a reward for good behavior, I get to love and approve of myself.

Almost universally, the effort at self-control is a program of reward and punishment, incentive and threat. Experience tells us that it does not work. And the reason it does not work is that human beings are not meant to be slaves.

Think about it: How can you really control yourself? How can you control another person? How can you make someone do something she doesn't want to do? How can you stop someone from doing what he wants to do? Well, on the crudest level, you could put a gun to his head. The regime of self-control, threat and incentive, is little different. It begins in childhood. What is the greatest fear of a small child, indeed of any young mammal? It is abandonment by the parent, a certain death sentence. Parental rejection ("you are a bad girl") and conditional approval tap into this fear. As we grow older, we internalize them as shame and guilt on the one hand, and conditional self-love on the other. We use them for the same purposes for which parents and teachers used them: to control ourselves.

In other words, the methods most people use to control themselves draw on a primal threat to survival and leverage our deepest fear. We seek to enforce good behavior through the threat of self-rejection and the reward of self-acceptance. Because this program is in constant, relentless operation, we are subject to an omnipresent anxiety that is usually beneath conscious awareness. We notice it only in its absence -- in those powerful moments when we experience the deep serenity, ease, and homecoming of All is Well. It is what a nursing baby feels, and we are meant, ideally, to feel it most of the time too, and not just in exceptional moments. It is meant to be the default state from which we sally forth into adventures of discovery, and not something we catch in rare glimpses and strive ever after to attain. We are meant to feel at home in the universe.

Because the regime of threat and incentive makes us slaves, we naturally rebel against it. Many people report, at the moment of a binge or other outburst of pent-up desire, a feeling of "Oh yeah? I'm gonna do it!" There is a kind of defiance, a secret gratification which, unfortunately, feeds into the suspicion that "I am bad" and exacerbates the War Against the Self. Notice it next time, in that moment before the guilt sets in: a kind of gloating happiness of a child who has gotten her way.

If you do find yourself bingeing or otherwise defying your standards of virtue, take a moment to congratulate yourself on your strong spirit that refuses to be a slave. Soon such rebellion will be unnecessary.

Ideology of personal empowerment, choice, and free will to the contrary, do you ever have the feeling at such times that you didn't choose the compulsive habitual behavior at all? You just found yourself doing it, you didn't choose it. In a valiant attempt to take responsibility, you might say, "Why did I choose to do that?" yet your felt experience was not one of choice, but of helpless automaticity. There is a good reason for this. The reason you feel like you did not make a choice is that, in fact, you did not actually make a choice. You did not choose to start shouting, to have a cigarette, to eat the whole bag of chips, to browse some porn sites, to flip on the television. Your feeling of helpless automaticity is accurate.

It is not that we humans are automatons, bereft of choice or free will. It is that we make the real choice long, long before we appear to. We choose indirectly, through who we create ourselves as. We create ourselves as someone who will, or will not, start yelling in a given situation. We create ourselves as someone who will, or will not, smoke cigarettes. We create ourselves as someone who will or will not respond to a given situation in a given way. Therefore, if you want to change the way you think, speak, and act, you can only do so by recreating your self. You cannot enforce behavioral changes through will, nor through the program of threat and incentive that we mistake for will.

I was astonished to find actual scientific backing for my idea that we make the real choice long, long before we appear to. In a study published this year in Nature Neuroscience, European researchers found that the outcomes of simple decisions can be detected in the brain up to ten seconds before the subject is aware of them. They conclude that we make choices ten seconds before we think we do, but perhaps these last ten seconds are only the final stage of an invisible, cumulative process of years. As the research does confirm the automaticity of our actions, the researchers could not help but say that their experiment seems to prove that free will is an illusion. Actually, they are looking for free will in the wrong place. Free will only operates in our self-creation, and it is from this that we make predetermined "choices" that are really just manifestations and symptoms of our self-creation.

So, how do we create ourselves? We create ourselves through the one and only choice we actually do have at any given moment. It is our only power as human beings; it is the entirety of our free will. Our only choice, our only power, our only means of self-creation and world-creation, is our power of attention. In other words, at any given moment the only thing we are actually choosing is where to place our attention. Everything else is automatic.

This may seem like a paltry, insignificant power that leaves us as mere witnesses to the dictates of physics and biology. In fact, the power of attention has no limit to alter our lives and even the fabric of reality itself.

One way to understand why attention is our only power is to consider that in essence, we are nothing but attention. Strip away everything of yourself that is conditional -- your name, your relationships, your language, your acquired knowledge, your body parts -- and what is left? Nothing is left except a point of awareness. Since it is independent of all that is conditionally you, your awareness is identical to my awareness and to everyone else's. I don't mean identical as in "separate but the same." I mean identical as in "one and the same." I am you and you are I. We are the same being taking different points of view.

At any given moment, a huge menu of possibilities offers itself for our attention. Some call more loudly than others, for example when you bark your shin, but in principle we are at liberty to choose where we place our attention. The possibilities include sensations, thoughts, memories, ideas, stories, feelings, internal images, the breath, a mantra, and many more. Ordinarily, we skip from one to the next without much purposiveness, but with practice we can become masters of attention.

Here is how the process of self-creation works. Whatever you pay attention to is your food. By paying attention to something, you take it into your being and make it part of yourself. A saying goes, "You are what you eat." Whatever you pay attention to becomes you.

Let me give you an example. A motorist cuts in front of me. Here are two of the stories that offer themselves for my attention: (1) "How could she? Learn to drive, lady. The nerve of some people. I'd certainly never do that. People are always cutting in front of me, and not just in traffic. They are so selfish. Why isn't it ever my turn? I'm always so considerate, and look what I get? Nothing. No one even notices..." (2) "That lady must be in a hurry! I'm glad I was able to slow down and let her in. I bet a lot of people get mad at her. Maybe she's so tired she didn't even notice me. Luckily the universe can accommodate our mistakes."

Each of these stories will have a different effect on my being, the same way that a bag of cookies has a different effect than a bowl of fresh fruit. If I feed myself the first story, and many others like it, then I will create myself as someone with uncontrollable outbursts of anger, someone subject to deep funks of victim mentality, someone who is helplessly vindictive no matter how hard he tries to stop. If I feed myself stories like the second one, I will create myself as someone who is effortlessly patient and generous. An outside observer might think I am exerting a huge effort to keep my patience, but I am not. It is easy and natural, simply a side effect of what I take in.

In this light, we can see all of our destructive habits not as problems, but as symptoms of a poor diet -- a poor diet of thoughts, interpretations, and stories, as well as the experiences we were "force fed" as a result of our social and family circumstances. (By a story I mean an interconnected system of meanings, interpretations of events, and assignments of roles.) We can give up trying to control these habits. Breath a sigh of relief! How many decades of futile self-improvement do you want to struggle through? We can let go of control and focus instead on the deeper process of self-creation.

The next question is how to decide what to pay attention to. How to choose what to take in? In my first book, The Yoga of Eating, and the recent booklet Transformational Weight Loss, I describe in depth how to trust pleasure and desire in finding the perfect diet of food. The same principles, pleasure and desire, apply to other realms of self-creation as well. Our own feelings will guide us toward "foods" that are in alignment with who we really are, and who we are becoming. The process of personal evolution is not a struggle against pleasure and desire. That pleasure and desire will guide us toward our highest good is a fundamental piece of Good News of universal generosity. This is the "miracle" of self-creation. All of the results we tried so hard to achieve can come effortlessly, as side-effects and not goals.

When I taste each of the two motorist stories above, I find that the first gives me a heavy, sinking, boxed in feeling, while the other is light, carefree, and easy. So, based on hedonistic principles, I choose the second one. In this example, feeling agrees with conventional ideas about what a charitable or "good" interpretation would be, but such is not always the case.

Let me give you another, more personal, example. For years I labored (a labor of love) on my book, The Ascent of Humanity. Every publisher rejected it, my agent gave up, and no reviewer would look at it. Then I lost my job, ended my marriage, ran out of money, and lost my home. Two stories offered themselves to me: (1) "Let's face it, Charles, you are a failure. The reason no one wants your book is that you really have nothing to offer. Who do you think you are, dropping out of the system, refusing to get a normal job as if you were too good for it? Your repeated failure is a message from the universe to stop trying. Don't be like the man who tried to bash down a brick wall with his head, and when it didn't work, thought he just needed to bash harder." (2) "The reason your work has not been accepted yet is because it is new and original. The repeated failures are a kind of test: the universe is giving you a chance to demonstrate to yourself your own commitment, to show yourself that you really believe in your work. If it all came easy, you would never really know how committed you are."

There were many variations on these two themes, but I think you can see that the first story had quite a lot of reinforcement from society. Who was I to flaunt the system? Who was I to believe in what I was doing when society's mechanisms of affirmation -- money, status, etc. -- said otherwise? The modest, conventional choice might be a gentler variation of the first story. To be honest, I took in heaping portions of both stories, but as evidenced by my continuing commitment to my work, the second story predominated. By taking it in, I created myself as a person who trusts in himself, for better or for worse. Indeed, it could be for "worse" -- maybe the first story is true! Maybe I will continue to beat my head against a wall, obstinately continuing to offer gifts that no one, except for fellow lunatics and misfits, wants. But I don't partake of that story very much anymore.

I want to point out that there is no empirical way to know for sure which story is "true." The ideology of our civilization says that there is a fact of the matter, an objective truth out there, and that we can make decisions by ascertaining what that truth is. I believe this quest for certainty is doomed, and that by pursuing it we feed into the despair of being at the mercy of a reality that is already out there, indifferent to us and infinitely more powerful. In my examples above, each story accounts for all the evidence, and could account for practically any new evidence as well. (For more on this, see "A State of Belief is a State of Being.")

So far it would seem that I have offered a simple formula for personal transformation: trust what feels good and right in consciously choosing where to place your attention. If you do this, you will probably experience significant results, but very soon you will encounter some essential complexities and pitfalls. I will offer some broad outlines of these, and go into more detail in upcoming essays.

When people hear about trusting pleasure and desire, often they will protest that it is precisely pleasure and desire that get them into trouble in the first place. "My desire is to eat the whole bag of candy, smoke the cigarette, have another beer, shout at my mother... and these things feel good, too!" What happens, though, as we become masters of attention, is that we discover that we don't really want the things we thought we wanted, and that the things that once felt good no longer feel so good. We discover that we have pursued substitutes for our true desires, and accepted lesser pleasures in place of greater ones. In a future essay I will describe how to facilitate and accelerate these discoveries.

One danger in applying the simple formula I've given is that we might easily pervert it into yet another struggle, this time against "negativity." This often happens when people become enamored of the "Law of Attraction" as popularized in The Secret. Seeking to extirpate any trace of "negative beliefs" from their minds, they actually indulge in the even deeper negativity that fears and rejects such beliefs. But in fact, all of our negativity comes from real wounds, and indeed can help identify those wounds and offer a gateway to their healing. This is particularly true of negative emotions.

I have written here mostly about the choice of stories, but the power of attention is even more critical in application to feelings and emotions. This is what allows us to integrate the results of our prior choices, and thereby create ourselves as someone who will choose better next time. All items on the menu of attention are not created equal; some call more loudly than others, and if ignored will call louder and louder until they receive the attention they want. This call takes the form of situations and events that trigger the unprocessed feelings. That is why, when we attempt to banish negativity, it keeps coming back in another form. This is the huge gaping hole in New Age systems of transformation based on positive thinking, so I would like to address the purpose and transformative potential of pain and negativity later in this series.

At the risk of inviting metaphysical hair-splitting, I will add that to say we do not choose our words or actions, but only our focus of attention, can be very misleading. A choice of action IS a choice of attention. Think of it this way: all possible actions in a given situation already exist, and it is our attention that reifies them, in the same way a measurement reifies a quantum potential. This can happen ten seconds before, cumulatively years before, or very occasionally at a crucial moment of pure choice. Therefore, you can apply the same test of rightness, deliciousness, and desire to any choice, real or apparent, that you face -- any choice of what to do, what to say, how to be.

Even if you do nothing else, simply noticing the self-control program of threat and incentive in constant operation is a powerful step. It is, in fact, a revolutionary step, in the sense that our dominant culture is predicated upon the same control writ large. Civilization's adversarial relationship to nature mirrors an adversarial relationship to our own nature, which is to follow desire and seek pleasure.

The dominant (though often euphemized) ideology of civilization says that nature is a foe, and that the ascent of humanity is a series of triumphs. First we controlled the plant and animal world with agriculture, imposing human design onto nature. Then we built megaliths and pyramids, objects of unnatural geometric precision to transform the very earth. We reworked and transformed matter itself with metallurgy and other material technologies, and today our medical science reengineers the body and alters genes, bending the elements of biology to our will.

That nature is a foe is implicit in the dominant ideology of our civilization that we call science. Biology speaks of the selfish gene, which programs all creatures to maximize their self-interest even at the expense of others. Physics puts us alone in an indifferent, objective universe. This is the world that is collapsing today, as new paradigms upend classical science, and as a proliferation of ecological disasters outstrips our technologies of control. There are some who think that the answer is yet more control: to solve the food crisis with more genetic engineering, to solve the health crisis with more powerful drugs, to extend material technology to the molecular level with nanotechnology. They hope that more of the same will not bring more of the same.

The dream of techno-utopia, which has been a core enabling ideology of industrialism since the Age of Coal, and which was articulated by Descartes some two centuries before that, parallels exactly the individual dream of finally getting your act together, controlling yourself, and living happily ever after. Both involve a conquest of nature; in the latter case, a conquest of your own nature, your biological drives. In religion, this idea takes the form of Original Sin and the Calvinistic concept of the Total Depravity of Man, but conventional science, ethics, and even much New Age thought agrees in a more subtle way. The flesh and the spirit are opposed. Hence a line from a recent Reality Sandwich article, Finding Peace between our Sheets: "This is a key tenet of the mystery of sacred sexuality; one that Mother Nature doesn't want you to know." Nature is opposed to humanity's higher evolution.

Have you ever thought about the term "higher" to mean good, and "lower" to mean bad? Humanity's higher evolution, indeed. These connotations arose in the early agricultural civilizations, which began to associate divinity with the sky, in a separate realm from earth and nature. The earth became profane, unclean; thus the king's feet were not allowed to touch the ground. To be ascendant, superior, was to rise above the earth, above nature, above the flesh. You see, our very vocabulary encodes prejudices of separation and opposition to nature. Higher and lower -- is a piccolo superior to a bassoon? For that matter, what about the word "superior"? All it really means is "on top of."

I have placed the regime of self-control in this larger context to give you an idea of how deeply revolutionary, both on a personal and civilizational level, it is to live in another way. By abandoning the practice of self-coercion, we repudiate humanity's war against nature as well. We enter a new and unfamiliar territory of freedom and self-trust. For me, it was a tremendous relief to not have to be good anymore. I recovered the freedom of an animal, of a baby -- to do what I want to do. Yet my behavior is different from that of an animal or a baby, because in fact, nature herself contains untapped programs for what we call our higher development.

Nature is not opposed to humanity's higher evolution, and Mother Nature does want us to know the mystery of sacred sexuality, and indeed all else that is sacred. Even more: nature, in its incarnation as desire and pleasure, is the gateway to healing and the gateway to the sacred and the gateway to the fulfillment of human potential. It is not an adversary we must overcome, internally or externally; it is not the guardian of the higher estate we all sense, but the gateway.

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Thanks Charles. It's refreshing and a pleasure to read your thoughts. Keep em commin'

Christian the Lion

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hey man

Right now I'm about halfway through Ascent. Glad you stuck with it. Quite a piece of work.

NICE!

Well written!

This article touched on many layers in straight foward language and also on the subtle level. As a yogi, I try to be mindful as much as I can..."use my attention" as you mentioned.

In dealing with these re-occuring themes, or habits... I find it important to bring this idea of attention into another perspective. To notice the samskaras (deep karmic impressions) that we want to release through the lens of energy. Guilt has an energy to it, the ego has a energy to it, our drive towards death has an energy to it, anger, impatience all have an energy to them. Noticing our own energies , and using our attention on the subtle level we can start to release patterns and "create new stories". I think this is very useful to notice the energy behind things...if you have the attention that is : )

"we cannot force a snake to shed its skin"

-Peace

 

"When the power of LOVE overwhelms the love of power, the world will know peace" - J.H

trying to be mindful

The phrase "trying to be mindful as much as I can" caught my attention here. What if mindfulness is actually a beneficial side effect of personal growth, and not a cause or prerequisite for personal growth? We tend to make a practice or a discipline of everything; we make things hard and thereby validate them. Spirituality, then, becomes something we achieve. In the mystical literature there are two views, intertwined. The Buddha's many lifetimes of unremitting effort to achieve enlightenment on the one hand; on the other hand the release of striving, the opening up to an enlightenment that is already there. I think in our culture we tend to overemphasize the path of effort, the conquest of self (mirror the conquest of nature externally). Yet when I find myself in a state of acute mindfulness, usually it seems that it is through no great effort of my own -- certainly nothing I could take credit for. It is given to me, and the whole world becomes extraordinarily vivid. 

I'm not criticizing you, just taking off on some thoughts your sentence triggered.

Charles

www.ascentofhumanity.com 

Good Points

I do not feel critisized by you and understand how that sentence would trigger such concepts.

Being conditioned in the western world, and "striving" for "attainment" are definately hang ups. Try to understand the jist of what I was saying with out getting hung up on words. I do realize because I was brief and I wasn't able to illustrate my emphasis clearly enough. Trying and allowing, effort vs. will... its all a balance. I understand your insights and they are definately right on. I know that buddha had the deepest insights in the "absence of struggle". And how does one "cultivate", awareness when it simply exists. I totally agree. What i'm advocating is a balance, of what you elluded to as attention and also some sort of objective effort. It is very difficult to comprehend and apply much of the eastern wisdom based on how our western cultural language (as you ellequently diplayed in the article surrounding-Reward and punishment), has formed our reality.

I very much agree that the idea of enlightenment being "out there" as something to work towards; as a hang up. Becuase once it is something to "attain" there is a struggle to get it.

What I was implying in my statements, and what I try to do in my practice... is balance. It is a subtle surfing... in between the spaces. Noticing the movement of mind to object. If we can NOTICE than we are engaging our consciousness in a more "attentive" way... thus there is more spaciousness for compassion to arise, for anything "negative" to dissolve...habits etc.

We live in a relative plain of existence... the objective one that is...as well as the subjective. As long as we are in that relative world there can be a sort of "progression" in "cultivating", or more in a sense, dissolving things that prevent ones attention to be focused. Again don't get hung up on words, but take in the entirety of what i'm trying to discuss.

By being a witness to those sublte movement of energy in ones relationship to that objective world... that "noticing" quality can release things that keep us trapped in CYCLES.

This is all I am trying to illustrate.

And so "trying to be mindful as much as I can", is a subtle effort to bring my attention back when my mind wanders..

I know there is a balance to achieve...

In my journey I've definately had a hard time with discipline and rigidity... with reward and punishment, but I feel i've let go and surrendured into a subtle movement that simply Notices what needs to be done.

I'd like to think its combination of SHIVA (vajra)... application (technique) and a DISSOLVING of all that is not us... And BUDDHA... of ALLOWING things to Arise... and to realize that we are already FREE.

Thanks so much Charles... I really feel your words and awareness...

Peace to you!

"When the power of LOVE overwhelms the love of power, the world will know peace" - J.H

Thanks, great article

Thanks Charles "I will describe how to facilitate and accelerate these discoveries" Please do. After years and years of trying, a 10day Vipassana course and more sitting at home, and more watching my mind, the only thing that seems to work is to just "shut up" inside (which I achieve to do about 0.0005% of the time). To me a lot of what you're saying is like Vipassana (it's all about attention and then insights right?), but I am desperate for other "wordings" of the same wisdom; it can make all the difference.

translation

Yes, I'm sure everything I'm saying could be translated into Buddhist terminology. Perhaps even Christian terminology, and certainly Islamic. It is important to keep the teachings fresh though.

The question is, why is it sometimes easy to shut up the chatter, but usually next to impossible? I created a CD a couple years ago designed to give people an experience of this being easy. "Willpower Free", it is called, and speaking of free you can download it for free somewhere on my website.

Charles

www.ascentofhumanity.com

 

Thanks

Thank you, I found the meditation quite interesting and helpful. In retrospect I remember reading some about this approach, of following the mind where it goes. It was a kind of "optimized" Vipassana, which could give the same results as traditional method in much less time (assuming you do it properly). I suspect the reason this non-controlled, free-flowing approach is not so wide spread is that it can be very easy for beginners to get lost and do it in a non effective ways for months or even years. However with some good foundations of "controlled" meditation I think this can be better and faster. I will continue to experiment with it!

optimized

Yes, I think you are right, it works mostly as a guided meditation. I use it sometimes in seminars to give people a deep experience. Even if they cannot repeat it later on their own, they know such a state exists. That is why I think it is useful, even if the results are temporary.

Charles 

Resonating a lot with this article Charles...

Been trying to quit smoking for most of the summer...hasn't happenned, been trying to do it through temperance, patience, rationale, forward-thinkingness. But it just isn't holding. I've realized through the past few years that the part of me that wants to smoke is a 'character' 'persona' etc. And part of me DEEPLY DESIRES to continue putting on this hat. Another persona that dances with this one formally mentioned is that of the META-HEALER...the one who subconsciously/intentially damages his body so that he is in a position to have to up the ante on his healing skills. Both of these patterns have me trapped inside a loop of causation, actiation, and regret. But then I notice that the kind of life I was living as a non-smoker was its OWN PATTERN. And certain energies associated with that period of my life (namely in the years prior to my current 3 year smoking phase) are coming back as well. The only answer as you succintly put it is to re-create myself entirely, as to ascend and transfer to entirely new persona that disowns much to do these previous versions of Damien. This is a process which HAS been gradiating since 1995 and more intensely in the past three years...Its final outcome? Unknown but the path to greater future truth is Now.

practicality

I will speak to this in the next article. Resolving to re-create yourself entirely is a noble resolve, but it sounds like a monumental task, and with what tools are you going to do it? Willpower usually does not work. The key lies in the discomfort you feel when you deprive yourself of cigarettes. That discomfort, that pain is the gateway to discovering the nature of the wound, and healing it. More on this next time! Much of this material is also on www.foodsanity.com, but applied mostly to food addiction.

Charles

www.ascentofhumanity.com

 

But you didn't read all

But you didn't read all that I said.  There are patterns when I was a NON-SMOKER that were also miserable that are now creeping back again...I am trapped between the SMOKER and NON-SMOKER loops.

nonsmoker patterns

I apologize for not addressing your words more directly. I was just riffing on some of the things you said.

One thing I've noticed again and again is that when people forcibly put a stop to a certain addiction, they replace it with other addictions that may be even more damaging. I don't know if this was true for you, since you didn't go into a lot of detail. A common example is ex-smokers becoming addicted to snacking. I have heard that people often become addicted to drugs or gambling after they've had gastric bypass surgery. 

Charles 

I got ya.

 Yes, as I said below, big desire body kind of tied to a very childish, immature, naive energy pattern within my space.  Wants and wants...excessively, scattered, elusive, well-intentioned but not conditioned to a world of form, a world of consequence. 

May I take a stab at it?

Damien, does this sound like what you were trying to convey?

You have different characters/lines of energy that are at times conflicting, and at times joining together, and there is a swing between states? It sounds like you were also saying that you have patterns of misery that are irrespective of whether or not you were smoking, and are perhaps more fundamental then the smoking itself. And that perhaps you don't have any positive energy to draw from where you were a non-smoker, nothing to remember as it were.

If I understood you right, I would suggest that perhaps there is a lack of a central energy/personality/identity that can manage the other energies? If that is the case, I getcha, cuz I'm trying to find that central presence myself, or at least create one based on bliss and not unmeet needs.

If I didn't understand you, my deepest apologies.  

"You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul." - Swami Vivekananda

 

you totally got me!

I have a big desire body.  Wants to feel good (high) whenever possible...this was even before smoking...used to use music to get me to this state of constant euphoria.  And also i'm very sensitive and really configured to dwell on my past so smoking has been a way of not having to deal with all of that past pain.

I'm realizing more and more now that I have to find a way to concentrate and focus my energies without needing to constantly experience 'peak states' and find a more consistent groundedness that is centering, wholesome, and healing.

"Don't worry... Wonder!"

My ex-wife warned me of the weather yesterday.   She’s told me it was going to be a hot one.  When I walked out and into it later that evening, well, it didn’t seem so hot to me.   I blame it on the weatherman.  He’s always telling everyone to hunker down whenever it gets a tad over 88 degrees.   And everyone then fears the warm weather and the air conditioners come on and the path that I walk becomes lonely.   I guess we as a nation have become more isolated as a whole.  It’s almost like our souls are scattered as a people.  I believe Charles would call this self-abandonment.  This is caused by our own doing and it is becoming ever so more apparent that we have come to reject the outside of who we are because of fear.    Fear of rejection, fear of being hurt, fear of giving our souls away, and to the fear of being rejected again.

Who are the Shamans among us?   Why are they not out on these paths of life walking outside.  Have they hidden themselves away waiting for the call?   Haven’t you been through enough?  You all know who you are.  I don’t have to tell you that.   We have been scattered and persecuted for so long that we find it easy to hide.  In this ones who have felt the call of the Shaman or Shawoman have lost their way and lost the purpose has been lost in the shadows of fear.   A bear only hibernates in the winter when it lives in the Northern hemisphere.  And like the bear so should we.

Who are the Shamans among us?   You know who you are!

Today, I have come to accept that call.   Nothing unusual happened today before I finally said yes to the Great Spirit of Life.  I’ve just been reviewing all that I have been through in the last eight years of my life.   All my trials and tribulations and celebrations have brought me to understand that there is a greater hand that is playing my life out.   And the greatest thing I have learned so far from my Shaman Brother and Sisters, in hiding or otherwise, is this…

"Don't worry... Wonder!"  And I've been
thinking of the parallels between love and hate.  And I come to see that life is suffering and with us always.  Suffering is like love, in that it too is with us always, and I enjoy love more because it makes us happy.  And just as much as I enjoy love, I don't enjoy more suffering... which makes us sad.  I guess The Great Creator gave us both for balance.

I’ve come to realize I am a Shaman.  I wish someone could have told me but they always had to hide it.   They always hinted it.  I’ve worked well on practicing enough soul retrieval on myself that I have a pretty good practice of helping others with their own soul healing.  I love to talk Spiritual matters because when we get to the real problems of life that’s where we always end up.  It’s the truth and greatest wonder of the Shaman.  But have come to realize that the only answer to the great search isn’t found in a book written in a desert, forest, or open plain. 

After reading so many articles on this sight, and the stories and thoughts of others, this site has truly become a Gathering of the Shaman and Shawomen.   I think my Mother was a Shawoman but she had to live her life without truly giving herself over to it.  But she always gave me hints.  The greatest hint was once when she said to me, “The outdoors is my chapel and book.”

Charles, I don’t believe anyone needs to tell you either.  This is another good read.

All is new

Even the sun’s light to evening
Even a redbird’s breast and wing
Even dogs as they lead the way
I walk lost in this moment of time
In the shade of a rocky creek
Just for today’s journey
That is given me
I draw the course of Venus
In the center of a full circle
For whatever direction is taken
Is one that is never made alone
And shall last longer then an only so far
For one has to turn back
And find that right direction
Again to all that is always seeming new
As signs fall softly from afar
From the great unknown or star
And I hear a voice say in glee
“There’s a feather stuck to your shoe”
And it is removed and not tarnished or bruised
This gift from some great noble bird
Gives rise for thoughts to soar
And a prayer of thanksgiving is lifted
To only this moment of living in the Great Spirit
Transparent it seems
For through it I see
All that is before me
The path back
Although may seem steep
Must be taken
Back to where we came
For all is forever evolving and closing
Each step is always retrieving
Back to the earth.
You all know who you are!

Don’t give your soul away to anyone!

It’s all yours to keep and it’s beautiful just the way it is!

And today, on my sister Dorothy’s Birthday,

the poem is given away free o the world

P.S. When I was five years old she asked me to draw God with a crayon… I just haven’t stopped trying to get it right for once, I haven’t stopped wondering, but since then I have put the crayon away.

You know Charles, you’re right when you wrote,There comes a point, after years of trying, when we realize our helplessness to change the bad habits that keep us unhappy.”

Today, I was happy.

  

*waves*

Hi!  My name's Damien Bjorn Ruud.   I'm a shaman. :)  Been through some rough shit this Earth ride.  But i'm still here. :)  I think the lesson for all of us.  Is to remember our spiritual roots amid this pain, this movement into form from spiritual origin.

 

'I will feel what I want to feel.'  This is the ultimate answer to the shunnings and the shinnings, hard glass against malty pavement.  Tobacco smoked so to feel the high of it, the all of it, the glistening strands of acky ochre.   Poets asensenal afti.  Blessed through graffiti in the copper strains.  Oh but now you've seen me and so gone I must go.  For in privacy I reap schillings of plantings you sow.  Great bottoming out feeling.  Purification through ochre, I will express my true self.  I will not be denied.  For in that deepest instance, self is in self and feeling shall not be relied on the shelf.  Passion is proven and loss is assured curse not the laughter if daughter is scurred.  Tapped mine to tapped mine body's relenting and surely there will be passion of daughter relenting.  And assured I am in source duly noted if proxy insurance to time-tale revolted.  And the last starving of security loch-nessed in a bowl if littered upending is nightly in stowed.  I just saw a man pass by, that man is the understowed relation of the passion relation.  Yonder sinks down low into knowledge of pow.  And the mercurial lasting are gost to a row.  thank you.

air conditioners and shamans

I think air conditioning represents the pinnacle of human separation from nature. Even the air is processed and artificially, completing our insulation within a separate human realm. And we become trapped there, uncomfortable in hot weather, just as we are trapped in the world of technology, abstractions, ideology.

There are many ways to retrieve souls besides the directions given in shamanism books. "Soul" is a loaded word. Let us say that pieces of ourselves are missing, locked away. It is the job of the shaman to bring others to a state of greater completeness, to reconnect them with those missing parts. We of civilization are so shattered that we all need many kinds of shamans to mend us.

Charles

www.ascentofhumanity.com

Free Thinking

It makes a lot of sense that our actions ultimately derive from how we see the world. What Charles has seemed to do is show how important free thinking is to free will. We could respond to crazy drivers with anger, but that is usually because we give ourselves no other option. Being able to think out other possible situations and interpretations as to why some one is driving crazily opens the door to actually finding one that makes more sense; one that takes the focus off of oneself as a victim and directs it towards the other in an attempt to understand them. This new perspective then can work out into feelings and actions.

 

This free thinking is critical. So often we let our thoughts be determined by our feelings or actions. We can get carried away by how other motorist upset us or how proud our children make us. Or we can take to rationalizing things we do after the fact. But this way of thinking, which is from the bottom up (our head is the center of our thinking while feeling and actions come out of lower centers in the body), is very much determined and narrowing. It's this other-influenced world view that then sets us up for future action which is then unfree. But if we are able to maintain thinking that is free, we can see multiple view points and make a choice there as to what is most appropriate, or most beneficial, to the situation at hand and out of this freely chosen view we can feel and act freely.

 

Though the main thrust of Charles' essay is great, I can't get past the sense that there is a shift at the end when he says "nature, in its incarnation as desire and pleasure, is the gateway to healing and the gateway to the sacred and the gateway to the fulfillment of human potential." He seems to overlook what he had been talking about before with attention, which is in the domain of thinking. It would be much more appropriate to call thinking the gateway and this seemed to be where things were going until the end. We are unable to perceive anything meaningful without thinking. It is the lens which we examine and interpret the whole of our experience of the world. Even our feelings.

thinking

Do we actually think, or do we choose among the thoughts that present themselves? Each choice then leads to other thoughts. Choices have consequences, and new feelings and new thoughts are among those consequences, but I still believe it all comes down to attention. I don't want to get too theoretical though. If it feels like a choice, treat it as a choice.

Charles 

Lunatics

Thank you from a fellow lunatic and misfit.

aha! now THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED TO HEAR.

my essential message is, your playing games with yourself about these loops. The actual now is now. It is NOT gonna be the same as last time. it is always new.

 

thanks for the affirmative. :)

As a Londoner, (but more

As a Londoner, (but more likely as an animal on the run from continual over stimulation), my initial reaction, to where to place one’s attention in circumstances of selfish behaviour (such as being ‘cut up’ by another vehicle), was ‘what the hell, I’m supposed to let somebody whose wilfully ignorant just walk over me’?

Then I realised that I was actually defending my right to be pissed off! As if my anger and victim-hood should be something I should hold onto to… I posted something elsewhere admonishing someone for ‘for defending their chains’, yet I seem do it all the time – thanks for the different perspective.

Applause!

Wonderful word weavery, Charles. I was tickled at every turn. Especially poignant is the matter of civilization as a scalar and mirrored manifestation of self-abuse: To be responsible for cosmic attrocities is the destiny of the civilized human. At first glance this statement seems self-abusive. However, it is not I who have created the attrocities being unleashed daily upon my mother. I have to eat. Due to wage slavery I can afford only Walmart as a food source and due to being surrounded by concrete I do not have access to land in order to grow my own, nor do I have the money to own land (owning land is of course horrendous in its own right). This is quite the dilema but I am in no way responsible for the horrors perpetuated by others... I might have just run a bit wild with one small point of yours, but I wont beat myself up for it ;)

responsibility

In writing Ascent, the I followed this line of thinking of the last two comments as far as I could: if all the perpetrators do what they do because they were destroyed before, by other perpetrators, where did it start and who can we blame? For example, the Europeans who destroyed the native americans themselves suffered horribly for centuries. The answer I arrived at is that you can blame no one, and that it all started with the universe itself. Our present was built into the future with the first stone tool, and even before. It's in the book, won't say more here. However, I do not advocate webs of rationalizations to exculpate oneself. I suggest an OKness with self that is independent of reasons and of reason.

Charles

www.ascentofhumanity.com

 

I can dig it.

...and am curious enough to pick up the book.  I am, as I believe most the folks here are on some level, eager to transition from global brevity to cosmic longevity into an infinite existence of boundless potential.  That is what keeps bringing this moth back to this luminous experience. 

Letting go

My grandmother is 100 years old. In the past five years, she has begun to simply exude happiness. If I ask her if she has eaten lunch yet, she not only can't remember, but she gives me a huge smile that seems to say, "Isn't it wonderful to not remember and not care?" This woman, who had such a controlling hold on herself and her family, who couldn't give up that control until it was virtually wrested from her grasp, is reveling in the freedom and peacefulness that has come from not being able to control any more. 

 

If you can't remember who you're supposed to be, you're free to recreate yourself every single moment.

 

Personally, I'm not going to wait 50 years for the liberation that comes with forgetting. There is absolutely no "truth" in who I was yesterday, so why bother to remember?

 

Fellow lunatics and misfits, every day is a new day. And if you have trouble remembering that, keep a copy of Ascent of Humanity around to remind yourself...

 

marie

http://www.tomargames.com

 

Illusions and Wrapping Paper

Maybe because I am thirsting for the exposure of "New Age" propoganda -- which is just another way to repackage the same illusion (or bullshit, if I may be so un-PC), wrapped up with a different ribbon -- there are common themes that stand out for me in Charles' essays.

Consumerism or Spiritualism or Egotisticalism (I don't think that is a real word, but those "isms" are so addicting).

How did human beings develop this 'us vs. them', 'I'm better than you because' mentality? Was it survival? Was it conditioning? Maybe both and then some. It still has the same effect - it still creates and maintains separate-ness, isolation, and self-hatred.

During any moment in time, we are faced with a choice. Even when, as Charles notes, these behaviors may not have been chosen at the time they were created. Such is the human dilemma.

If I didn't graduate from a prestigious college or send my child to one, if I don't drive a high-status car or make a ton of money, if I don't engage in "spiritual" practices, or if I enjoy smoking cigarettes or pot, I am "less than", I am pitied, criticized, shunned, and in need of psychiatric or shamanic intervention.

Along with mainstream psychology and self-help philosophy, both of which profess to heal the ills of the soul, many "New Age" philosophies perpetuate this divide. I am better and healthier than you because I am on the other side of the desk. Or, I went through what you are going through; therefore, I know what's best for you. But if you don't do what I tell you to do (because you are too stupid to figure it out for yourself), then you only have yourself to blame.

I want to believe there is A Secret, I want to uncover (not discover or recover from) my real self, and gently (or not) put aside the brainwashing or better yet, see that I am being brainwashed. I want to be the authority of me. I want to know all the "horrible" stuff that lurks within my mind. Because, maybe then, I will see that I do the very things I reject in others.

And in the big picture, I am no different from any other person who is here, whether or not we chose our life circumstances prior to birth. My heart is going to break, my wishes will not materialize, my body is going to decay, I am going to age and lose my youthful beauty, regardless of cosmetic magic. My value in society is going to diminish.

And in the wisdom of the great philosophers, Firesign Theatre, "I think we're all bozos on this bus"

War of Stories

Dear Charles, I always appreciate your stories. Btw, I also bought Joy of Eating and Transformational Weight Loss. Well recommended to all.

 Your transportation scenario #2 would be called a "reframe" in the psychotherapeutic community. It is a central tenant of Solution Focused Therapy. I only mention it as you could perhaps find more research to support your words. Of course, it would leave out the nondualistic bent, but that is to be expected.

Just because I need to vent: I used to be a psychotherapist. You and I seemed to have come up with similar ideas. Mine weren't well recieved by the traditional community... well except by other misfits.

Truth be told, I had consciously wondered before losing my career what else I could do, as my choice of vocation wasn't what I thought it would be. But no... I'd stick it out. Heck, I had a 36,000 loan payment for my masters degree to make me stick it out. However, my soul engineered a situation where I was kicked out, never to go back.

Now, I live with a fraction of the stress and frustration, although I'm considerably poorer financially. I try to remember that losing my career has had positive impact physically, mentally and emotionally. I try to remember these things when the very loud "Scenario 1" of Society roars that I am a failure in every way. I do feel like I'm still lost though. Today in the car I was wondering what it was that would make my heart sing. Silence answered. I have a deep need for external identity, and not having one has been quite challenging to sit alongside, a repudiation of what my inner child longs for. 

I know in an inner sort of instinctual way that I have enormous gifts, but the world isn't right for them. I have a hard time believing I chose this life to seemingly fail.

Transporation Scenario 1 is well known and VERY loud. Scenario 2 is much more of a whisper. I keep hoping that if I could accept and reconcile Scenario 1, Scenario 2 would be less effortful. Thoughts? Just trying to process my own place, looking for my niche.

"You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul." - Swami Vivekananda

 

Maybe the external identity

Maybe the external identity is too small for you!  The universe doesn't want you to be less than you are.  Reality sandwich is a slice of the world.

Take heart.

 

 

enormous gifts

I absolutely believe you have enormous gifts, Kelliel. Perhaps it is because those gifts are for the new world, not the old, that they do not access the reward systems of the old world (money, status, external identity). You know where money ultimately comes from: the usury-driven conversion of nature, culture, health and spirit into money. Those who contribute to that enterprise most effectively are awarded the most money (a generalization). For example, a psychiatrist who keeps people happy enough to continue participating in the whole shebang. If you as a psychiatrist don't do that, then you will be denied those rewards. How to survive then? I have lots of thoughts on that, but they need more space then the comments section. I'll put it on my blog maybe or in another RS essay. 

Charles

www.ascentofhumanity.com

 

Thank you for your kind words!

Ursus and Charles: Thank you for your kind words.

I think the crux of the matter, for me, is that I seek external identity in lieu of belonging. The logic goes, "Well, I certainly don't belong anywhere, but I can matter by being/doing [x]." That's a line of logic I've had since a small child and it has quite a grip on me.

I know intellectually that belonging is an internal state of the heart. It must first occur internally before it manifests externally, but we are so wired to seek it externally... anyhow, that's my Work in Progress right there.  

Misfits finding where they belong. By definition, we are mis-fits, and as an Indigo, I've known that all to well. If we had someone/somewhere to belong I think we'd have found it by now. Or we make our own, but whose to say we don't devolve into usual societal bullshit, when all of our wounds and drives come screaming to the fore, as seems to happen in every community thus far. And besides, other than attending ComicCon, where are we going to find a band of misfits... aren't we by nature laying low, and a bit gun shy at that?

Charles, I hear you speak of a New World and part of me goes, "Hell yeah!" Another part of me goes, "okay, so where is this New World in time/space and will I live to see it? Is it real, mythological, or metaphorical?" 

My suspicious side suspects that pinning it all on a New World is like the Christian prolonging victory/satisfaction until the afterlife -- you can't prove it and it might all be folly, but just maybe...  Many have expected Jesus to return for 2000 years now, and they are waiting still! How is waiting for this New World different than expecting Jesus any second now?

Or is it just that my hope has eroded and my wounds are clearly visible?

 

 

"You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul." - Swami Vivekananda

 

will and attention

A shaman named Lynn Andrews decribed addictions as ways that we bleed energy. It's like we reach a level of heat or inner power and feel "that's too hot" That's stress--an overcharging of the system.

In reading your article and the responses I was thinking that at times maybe the collective gets bumped up a notch (or sucked in deeper toward the heart of Mother Earth). Nothing identifiable has changed (because it all changed in one piece)but in occupying a new place on the spiral we deal with stronger reverberations from the wound--all over again--just when we thought we were getting somewhere.

a comment from an anonymous friend

I thought this was beautiful and and wanted to share it..."By taking it in, I created myself as a person who trusts in himself, for better or for worse. Indeed, it could be for "worse" -- maybe the first story is true! Maybe I will continue to beat my head against a wall, obstinately continuing to offer gifts that no one, except for fellow lunatics and misfits, wants."

Love the word "misfit". Reminds me of these gargantuan job applications they gave me, with boxes and boxes, and they want to know the last ten places you lived and the every job you ever worked and what the salary was and why you quit. In Eugene, I filled out quite a few of them, and never got work. After being rejected as an "office assistant" several times, I finally scheduled an appointment with the Human Resources Director at University of Oregon. I explained to her that I had run my own office for many years, and could use all the machines and had very good habits about keeping the office in order and keeping production flowing smoothly. I told her I'd written books, generated contracts and actually been the English secretary for a computer company for a short time....

She stopped me: "What we want to know is what business school you went to, and what your grades were. We want to know what big company you have worked for (for more than a year). We want to see that you have worked in company offices for more than five years, taking on progressively more authority and responsibility. We want to see recommendations from your bosses."

Translation: I should have spent thousands of dollars on business school, learning to type letters and make spreadsheets, then worked for ten dollars an hour, eight hours a day, five days a week, without much break, then either been promoted or got a bigger, better secretarial position and worked that for several years, day in, day out. THEN, and only then, I would have been eligible to make about $12 an hour (plus health insurance, possibly, except that most of the positions were 3/4 full time, meaning no benefits) at the university.

I tried to laugh it off. I tried to wriggle out of this obvious trap by pointing to my "life skills" and broad understanding, by asserting that my wide knowledge would make up for my lack of strict training.

She laughed back."You may be a really good person, but you're not a secretary. We want a secretary, and this is what it means. I'm sorry."

I left with a smile -- a genuine smile of contentment. I had repeatedly failed to gain employment because .... I'm a misfit. I don't fit in a square hole. My God! How blessed I am not to have spent years preparing myself to fit into that job application. If I were a "fit" instead of a "misfit", there would be little left of the self I cherish, and the world would gain nothing from me that it doesn't already have plenty of.

And guess what... With society increasingly regimented and forced into these boxes, there are a lot of misfits. We don't all fit well with each other, since we're highly individuated. So they have that advantage: they can move masses of trons this way and that, whereas we have trouble getting 100 people together at one time. But we are agreed on one thing: we don't fit and we don't want to fit.

Resistance to the machine culture does not have to involve rocket launchers or even firebrand speeches. We need to encourage each other to BE. I very much appreciate your "stories from somewhere else", which reinforce my own sense of purpose. That purpose cannot be stated like a corporate mission statement, but it's basically to be the best possible me and facilitate the greatest possible good in the universe, especially around me. Thanks for encouraging me in that, and I definitely want to encourage you in your own project.

MISFITS! FIND WHERE YOU DO FIT, SO THAT YOU DON'T MISS!

the path

On a deeper level, the experience of being dragged down someone elses path is part of the path. As Marie's comment earlier suggests, often a huge transformation happens when the plastic world becomes transparent in the face of imminent death. This happens to everyone, eventually. No one's path is intrinsically superior to anyone else's. 

Willpower Free

Thank you for this essay and Willpower Free, which I listened to tonight. I felt so at peace during Part 1 that I fell asleep in the forest on a soft bed of pine needles, a habitat I'd heard of from my black and grizzly cousins. My peaceful slumber was interrupted in Part 2 when I discovered that members of the Homo sapien species had discarded tacks and other debris from their exploratory expeditions on to the few remaining ice hummocks I call home. Ouch! Little did I know that all I needed to do was pull the damned nails out of my flesh. The missionaries near Pt. Barrow had tried to convince me to pray for release from the pain and at the same time, to endure it, all for the glory of heaven and my immortal soul. One of them was named Paul. He told me that even though he'd rebirthed to a much different, freer and less warlike climate and had more than paid the price for sins he committed during his desert days, he still suffered from a thorn in his side. I was unable to help him with that, since he seemed to cling to some kind of fatalistic belief that his wound was inevitable as long as he lived in what he called the flesh. But once I discovered the nails I'd mistaken for ultra-sensitivity to sharp ice, I pulled them out and began my swim farther north. I'll send word if I reach the top of the world. Thanks for all your good work here in the valley.

agree.

Hey, your essays and this site are like the most delicious and healthy food for my soul. It is one of the best things in my life to have found these articles here and the conversations in this forum. Thank you universe:)

transforming this dream called reality.

In God's Name

Bismillahhirahmanirrahiim

(In the name of Allah the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful)

Assalamualaikum,

I’ve read many articles posted on RS and realized (and rather surprised) that most contributors seem to avoid mentioning or using the term ‘God’ (or any of God’s Names taught in any religion) when referring to God, and instead uses euphemistic terms such as: the universe, universal energy, universal consciousness, etc.

Was it to avoid religious intervention to free thinking? Avoid religious conflicts? Or was it simply just to put God out of the equation?

I’m certain that most contributors here believe in the existence of God as the Creator of this perfectly balanced and harmonious universe, and that all creatures have a significant role in this wonderful creation. We all know that we are not just a bunch of mutated DNA cells (as suggested by neo-evolutionists). We all know that God is the Source of all knowledge and wisdom (including the abundant knowledge and wisdom shared in this site). So why not mention God’s name that we know of with our deepest love, awe, wonder, and humility?

 

"to believe or not to believe, that is the question"

God is just a word...

... and words do have meanings… and I believe the meaning of ‘God’ is not the universe. Not energy. Not the supreme beings.  Well, no one can really define God because God is beyond definition. But God do have Names.

In my religion, God is Allah (and 98 other Names), in Christianity - Jesus or the Father or the Holy Spirit, in Judaism – Jehovah, etc. which I believe all refer to the same God - The Creator, Sustainer, Owner of all things.

Is it not appropriate for us little tiny humans to refer to God using God’s own Name(s)? Or at least use the word 'God'? :-)



"to believe or not to believe, that is the question" 

Well

Me thinks there's a certain amount of "wrath" that follows the invocation of this being you speak of. I just hope it's not unleashed... in this glorious thread... please. The topic defibrillator's recharging due to over-use as of late.

Ugh...

After reading my comment again Im going to appologize to you Narkobar.  Not for reffering to your comment as off topic, it is as far as I can tell, but for my being snide and cryptic about it, it's silly for me to think everyone has a super special limited edition "Edutainment rhetoric decoder ring".  This is not my site, nor is moderation my job here, nor was my means of conveying how I felt condusive to what I hoped to accomplish.  Peace 

God and other words

Narkobar, as you can see, the "God" topic triggers a lot of strong emotions. One reason for this is that many people in the West, especially in America, have been damaged by religious institutions. Also we see the horrors that have been perpetrated in the name of God. As a writer, I want to be very careful to communicate in a way that people can hear. If that means using other words for God than "God", then so be it.

Some traditions take it a step farther and say it is blasphemous to even name God at all, for it presumes to capture the Infinite within the finite. God becomes the conceptual referent of a word, and then we worship that referent and not the real God. That is idolatry. In the same vein, the Islamic sages warned against creating images as media of worship.

However, I am not against using the word God. In fact, all representational language is blasphemous, for it reduces reality in its infinitude into a system of abstractions, symbols, robbing it of its immediacy and, well, reality. The result is the world we see around us, where horrific death becomes "collateral damage" and living forests become "board feet". Our reduction of reality is what enables us to live in a way that is not sacred.

What is important is not to get lost in the abstractions, the stories, and mistake them for reality. This is especially important in using the word God: to keep in mind that whatever we mean by it falls infinitely short of the truth. I remember several Sufi writings that illuminate this point, deriding the philosophers and theologians who "prattle on about God."

So, as to questions about whether God is distinct from "the universe", I offer my beautiful friend Narkobar that we have little inkling of the true majesty of either. We are toe-deep in the Mystery. It is an ocean. I don't know about you, but every time I imagine that I understand what God is, what the Universe is, and their relationship, a wave rolls in and soaks me head to toe in humiliation and awe. But as soon as I catch my breath, I am again only toe-deep in it.

Charles

www.ascentofhumanity.com

Off Topic

I apologize for the 'off topic' intrusion, Charles. But it does prove some points, doesn't it? :-) I've tried to comment on this topic, but I would only be repeating your thoughts.

Yes, now I can see what you meant.  In my part of the world, the case is usually reversed. People tend to become suspicious and judgmental when we speak of wisdom and knowledge 'outside' the guidelines of religious institutions and would probably label us as blasphemous. Like in the Western world, here, true faith in God is also transformed into mere political goals and ideals, into marketing tools of the conglomerates. After all, we're copycats of America.

Ugh… thanks to Peter Dean, now each time I write the word God… the word 'dog' also appears in the back on my mind. Whoever comes up with the great idea of the word 'god' for God, anyway? Well, it might be interesting for readers here to know that in Indonesian, 'god is 'tuhan' and the word 'hantu' means 'ghost'.  God - dog,  god - ghost.  OK. I'll use the word 'Allah' instead. Wait…! Am I seeing Mr. Bean Laden's bearded face showing up in the back of your minds? Or was that a suicide bomber? Uh oh… not the Twin Towers… that's too horrific … OK then, I'll use the word 'Creator' instead ('Rotaerc' doesn't mean anything, right? At least not in English… hehe…)


And yes, my enlightened friend Charles, the more we try to define The Creator, the more we become lost in words. The Creator is beyond the abilities of our little minds to comprehend.

About the Creator's 'distinction' or 'separation' with the universe, 'separation' and on the contrary 'unity' refers to space and time.  I like to believe that The Creator is not bound to any of The Creator's creations (I try to avoid the word 'it', 'he', or 'she' in place of The Creator, because it refers to a person or thing), which consequently includes space and time. Therefore, in my belief, the logic of 'distinction' or 'unity' cannot be accurately applied. And when logic and reason fails, only faith prevails.

Well, to a child's mind, the 'distinction' or the 'chair maker' analogy is easier to grasp. A chair maker is not a chair. Sometimes he sits on the chair, plays with it, decorates it, dismantles it, but still he's not a chair. Consequently, the chair's fate is bounded to its maker's wishes, never the other way around. This simple 'chair maker' analogy can also be applied to explain our existence. Can a chair create itself? Can a chair make other chairs? Etc.

About reality,
"What is real?" Ask Morpheus. "Reality is just electrical impulses perceived by the brain…"
I really loved reading your essays on 'Mr. Smith and the red and blue pills'. Matrix is one of my favorite movies. 

So, relax guys. No Godly wrath is coming this way, as you can see; I'm not God (or a dog), I'm not a preacher, I'm not here to 'toss in my two cents' (whatever that means), moreover to convert anyone into mindless 'religious' zombies. I'm only here to intrude…. just kidding… to appreciate, or at least learn English.

Religion is belief, and believing is personal, a subjective choice.  To me, it does not matter whether you chose to believe in 'Blank' or not.  But I do believe that most people still believe in 'Blank' in their own subjective ways. And I repect and value this subjectivity highly.

Have a wonderful day Charles, I'm looking forward to reading more of your  essays.

 

"to believe or not to believe, that is the question"

Oops...

... I thought it had something to do with money.  And I am a bit 'traumatized' by the word 'money' right now. :-)

Well, nope. I'm not joking.  I always have problems with the grammar thingy coz in Indonesian, there's no such thing as past or  future tenses. Only present tenses.

Pheeww!  Fortunately I'm not a feminist. 

Thank u Monkeyblood, and thank be to Allah. :-)

 

"to believe or not to believe, that is the question"

nice...

Ugh… too complicated… now you’re making me tenser about tenses, CJ.


I’ll just stick to present tense instead:


“I eat rice in heaven billions of years ago. Today I eat bad rice with lice. In the next billions of years, I eat heaven’s rice with no lice.  And this is not just nice lies.”

Trying to fill the blank in...

The weather was warm this morning and it seemed like it was going to be a hot one.  And so I shut off my air conditioner to the apartment and opened up all the windows.  I then took my dog, George, to the park.  When I released him from the leash and he went walking about sniffing the trees.  An older couple with a dog then walked by George, and George went to sniff their dog too.  And the woman said, “Will you come and get your dog.”  And so I did, and I placed him back on his leash, picked up my book I was reading, Wisdom of Native Americans, and began reading again.

After the couple departed, I set George free, back off his leash, and he went around the trees sniffing again, until a couple of older women, one dressed in pink and the other in blue,  began to set a tablecloth the picnic table next to me.  George started to sniff them too.  But this time, as he did this, I got up from where I was sitting on the earth and walked over to get George.

“He can stay,” the woman in pink said.  “What’s his name?”

“George,” I replied.

“What a cute name for a dog,” the woman in blue said smiling.

I then went back to reading on the good earth, in it was a quote from Chief Luther Standing Bear, as he once said, “The Lakota was a true naturalist – a lover of Nature.  He loved the earth and all things of the earth, and the attachment grew with age.  The old people came literally to love the soil and they sat or reclined one the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power.
     “It is good for the skin to touch the earth, and the old people liked to remove their moccasins and walk with bare feet on the sacred earth.  The birds that flew in the air came to rest upon the earth, and it was the abiding place of all things that lived and grew.   The soil was soothing, strengthening, cleansing, and healing.
     This is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from it’s lifegiving forces.  For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly,  he can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.”  After reading a few pages more, I closed the book and I thought to take a walk with George deeper into the park, who was enjoying the attention from the older women.

In the center of this park is an open grassy area surrounded by maple trees.  And George and I walked onto this grassy area passing a sign that read NO DOGS ALLOWED.  I thought for a moment that dog spelled backwards is god.  And god should go everywhere. Only one young couple played on the soft grass as they flung a red frisbee back and forth.  You could tell they were in-love.   Just by how they were acting.  I took my shirt off and flung it to the side.  I then laid in the soft grass as George went about sniffing the maple trees.

The sun warmed my skin as the earth padded my back.  After awhile I then turned myself over and warmed my back and the earth padded my front.   I almost fell asleep and then looked around for George and sighted him lying in the shade of one of the maple trees.   A light gust of wind blew in soothing my body.  A butterfly struggled against the wind but seemed to making progress.   The maples whispered and George then arose and began to run in circles around me.

I lifted my hand in the wind and it slipped through it.  I thought of Grandfather  as I looked up in the sky.  I thought of Shamans that would begin to one day show themselves.  I prayed to Grandfather, I asked him to help me and my loved ones to find love and to bring love to everyone they greet, I asked him to stop the greed of money corporations, government, and religions that plagues our people in America.  My hands rose to the sky and I thought about the wind slipping through my fingers.  I thought about my hands to be instruments of only healing.  “If I could only capture into them the wind.”  I then thanked Grandfather’s Great Spirit for the New Life that is being weaved into my own. I then walked back to the picnic and there were several people eating.  George ran straight towards them.   I followed him and picked him up at the table.

“Would you like something to eat,”  asked the woman in blue.

“Sure,” I replied as she handed me a plate.   I filled the plate with salad, grapes, a piece of chicken, and some pasta.   I sat across from the lady in pink and we talked for awhile.  She asked what I did for a living and I told her.  She said she was a writer.  I told her that I was also.  I mentioned my poetry.  “Can you recite us a poem after you eat,” she asked.

“Sure,” I said.

My mind ran through the poems I had written and one came to me that I should always know but my mind went blank.  I ate what was on my plate talking politics with a woman that sat to the left of me and I discussed the law with a magistrate that sat to the right of me.  And when I was done eating I tried to remember that poem but couldn’t.  Everyone began to pack up their belongings to leave.  The woman didn’t remind me about reciting the poem.  I was relieved. 

When they had left I sat back on the ground and began reading my book again.  I thought about the word God when I came upon a quote from Chief Joseph, he once said, “We do not want churches because they will teach us to quarrel about God, as Catholics and Protestants do.   We do not want to learn that.
   “We may quarrel with men sometimes about things on this earth.  But we never quarrel about God.  We do not want to learn that.”

  I arrived home from the park and looked up that poem that I should have remembered.  I read it out loud,  and then out loud again and again as if it’s one I should remember…

The Wise

A light shines in the sky
Appealing to many from on high
Choosing only the wise
Dwelling upwards unto redemption
They follow their glimpse of glimmering hope
Far and near through the narrow
As they tap on the earth a healing sound
Promising never that the rich shall arrive
For furthermost is their distance
But from under poverty's blanket
A joyful faith promises that the poor will arrive
For they are only a stone toss away
First always to greet the holy
Heaven belongs to them
And to those who can pass through a needle's eye.

George was sitting by the door and it looked like he wanted to walk.   A strong cool wind hit us as we walked down the sidewalk.  It began to drizzle and then to rain hard.  George and I turned around and began to run back home and it then the rain stopped suddenly.   An older woman that lives next to me continued with her task of moving her impatience plants into the shade of her oak tree.

“That felt good,” she said.  “I was sweating up a storm.”

“Looks like it worked,”  I replied laughing “Sweating is good for you.  It removes the toxins.”


“Thanks for reminding me,” she said as she placed her hands back into the earth.  “I needed to remember that there is some good behind this heat wave.”       

warm blanket

Peter

Thanks for your words. I always read your posts and find them to be as comforting and warm as a favourite blanket.

No mean feat as i stare at a rectangle screen behind recgtangle windows in a rectangle building on the corner of a rectangle block in a rectangle city - how nice to plane off all those sharp edges.

Put another log in the fire...

Thanks

Kind words... my pleasure.

Today is part of forever.