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Holding Against The Stream


02 Jul

First for an oldy but a goody: All things are impermanent. That is their nature. Everything, everywhere, in all occasions, changes. The change may be slow, or it may be fast. It may be major, or it may be minor. It may be by choice, or by conditions. It may be wanted, or feared. But, no matter what we do, and no matter how hard we try to oppose it, everything changes. That includes us.

The analogy I have always loved for this is that of a river. The water ebbs, flows. It rises and falls. It rushes and saunters. Always it moves.

You could not step twice into the same river; for other waters are ever flowing on to you. ~ Heraclitus

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known. ~ Winnie the Pooh

He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses. ~ Horace

Life is like that. We float along in it. It is constantly changing, all of life’s parts. We are not free of that tide either. Everything about us in these lives, as these bodies, ebbs and flows. We struggle with this changing nature of what is. We want to hold onto the good parts, get rid of the bad parts and keep the things that are the way we want them that way.

We hold life against its own stream. The rivers keeps coming, buffeting us and the burden of hoped solidity we grip so tightly.

Instead we can hold our beliefs lightly. We can allow them to move a bit. We can delight as they are changed by the impact and alchemy of ever changing life. We can revel in their impermanence, sure that fundamentally we can never be bored with life’s continuous, relentless unfolding. We can even be willing to let a belief go to float away downstream when it becomes inappropriate to hold onto, when its usefulness as been fulfilled.
This is not always an easy thing to do. But, it does have the luxury of being in agreement with the way things seem to be.

Within Is Not The Only Place For Authentic Inquiry But It Is One Of Them


25 Jun

We all see what is happening around us and to us through filters. Our conditioning, our reality-tunnels, our meaning grids. Whatever you wand to call them, they are there. Another word for these filters might be our maps of reality. Bearing in mind that the maps are never the territory, they can nevertheless prove immensely valuable when dealing with the overwhelming amount of input that we constantly receive as parts of reality. Looking at, working with, and editing these maps consciously, I would argue, is better than the alternatives; either having them occur by accidental trial & error, or (and this is by far the most common) having them handed to us by others and taking them on without questioning their validity.

One of the maps I am very fond of is the Integral Model put forth by Ken Wilber and the other researchers at the Integral Institute. It makes a (very good) attempt to be a model/map of the territory of all that is while remaining simple enough to use easily. One of the basic components are the four quadrants of reality. The idea here is not to pigeon-hole any particular occasion into one of these quadrants, but rather to recognize that any occasion can be looked at from these four distinct areas.

The four areas are made by crossing two borders. The first border is the one between the interior feeling content of an occasion and its exterior form or composition. This can be visualized as a square with what it feels like to be a thing on the left, and what that thing is constructed of on the right. The next border is is the one between being a single instance of the thing being examined, and multiple instances. On our square the upper half represents the single, the lower represents the plural.

There is a further distinction which need only be held lightly for the moment, which makes the four quadrants of the square into eight sections of a cube. Namely the front of the cube being the structure of the particular quadrant, and the rear of the cube being the raw material of that quadrant. In the upper right quadrant of the examination of a human being, the back of the cube would be the raw energetic and material bits, the front would be the organization of that stuff into atoms, molecule, cells, tissues, organs and what not.

If we examine a person in this model we see several areas where examination of the self can prove advantageous. In the rear of the upper right quadrant we can make sure we are getting proper nutrition to build the structures of the front of that quadrant and make sure proper healing and recovery are taking place. We can look at our place in society in the lower right quadrant and consider our job, and our social actions. We can look to the lower left and see how we are contributing to, and benefiting from our relationships and culture.

Now, to the point of this post. The upper left quadrant. This area is, in a nutshell, what it feels like to be a self, and the thoughts we juggle and recycle as we make our way through reality. The front of that quadrant is somewhat (if we are being honest and authentic in communicating our feelings and thoughts) open to examination by others by means of psychological modeling and behavioral mapping. The rear part though, the raw feel of being, is all us. Anything we communicate about this region obviously passes through the right side of our cube, since that is where external communication takes place. The inside (rear-upper-left) of our being is also not open to plumbing by anyone else. Here, in this most intimate of realms, we are on our own.

No one can access, or make changes to the inside of us as individuals. No one else can find the truth there. No one can explore this region but us. It is for that reason that I say that the Buddha never enlightened anyone. He had no way of pushing a magic button in this area that would make us “get it.” That’s why his dieing words were an exhortation to us to work out our own salvation and to do so diligently. Those sentiments appear again and again in all of the mystic and wisdom traditions of the world. If we want work done here, we have to do it.

Another implication is that, if we want to work on the totality of what we are, we need to not ignore any of the sections of our cube. I don’t mean an exhaustive exercising and improvement in all these areas is necessary, but an occasional looking in and watering of these different portions of the garden of our life seems to me to be a good idea.

A New Application For The Gonzo Ideology


07 Jun

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I have long been a fan of Hunter S. Thompson (as you can see from the pic of me at Burning Man in 2006.) Not his life, or even really his work, although I do enjoy his work a great deal. I am a fan of his methodology. Not his style, but the method he used to produce his style. That methodology, of course, is Gonzo Journalism. There is much dispute about the origins of the term Gonzo, what it actually means and what it does. The term has been popularized, and used in different realms, to the point that the term is becoming ambiguous almost to the point of uselessness.

For the purposes of this article I want to be specific about the definition of Gonzo Journalism that I am using.

Gonzo Journalism is a style of journalism which is written subjectively, often including the reporter as part of the story via a first person narrative. The style tends to blend factual and fictional elements to emphasize an underlying message and engage the reader.

In the framework of Gonzo Journalism, the writer is an inherent part of the story being told. The inescapable fact that the author of any story cannot be separated from the story is embraced rather than reduced. There is also a free hand taken with mixing fiction in with the facts of the story, blurring the line between them that is always hard to find, using metaphor, allegory, shock, and humor to draw attention to the point and moral (if any) of the story. I have always admired the simple honesty of this approach. For my own part the world of journalism is not one I have been able to find a place in, but this methodology still rings true for me.

So, in an attempt to find a way to integrate the methodology into my own interests, I have come up with the following:

Gonzo Spirituality

In this approach the individual seeker on the spiritual path is brought to the forefront. They are an active participant in their own realization, enlightenment, salvation. In the spirit of Gonzo Journalism, the seeker can be brought to not only an equal footing with whatever path, or approach they are studying and practicing, but should become the center piece of the story.

(Warning: Several gross generalizations follow. I assure you they are here only to stress a point. Mostly.)

In the typical way that spiritual practice is handled, meaning the non-gonzo way, the “inner secrets”, “special practices”, “advanced understandings”, and “true path” (ie – the real good shit) is held behind a flimsy curtain of authority. It is believed that “beginners” and “lay people” and “John Q. Public” is just not up to handling the real stuff. They can’t cut the mustard. They have to be sheltered and shepherded for their own good. In the mean time they are good enough to provide tithes, donations, and life support to the structure of priests, gurus, gate keepers, “attained” ones, and any of the bureaucracy needed to run the church/ashram/commune/whatever.

Gonzo Spirituality ™ says “Bollocks on that!” Any spiritual path may have stages of practice and progress that build on each other. That’s really fine. The Gonzo Spiritualist doesn’t have an issue with that. What the Gonzo Spiritual Seeker does have a problem is not knowing that. Not knowing that the higher ups are holding onto some teachings to hit you with later, is a problem. But, even worse is not understanding a reason for that holding back. This is good old Modernism style skepticism at its actual finest. There is a very valid reason why skepticism can be healthy and useful. The Gonzo Seeker embraces skepticism and uses it in a skillful way to their own advantage.

One of the key points of Gonzo Spirituality is that not only is the seeker moved into a primary position and take at least some of the spotlight, but they also take the great sages that history has carried forward at their word. That often comes in different methods, and phrases, but it boils down to something like, “You, the seeker, are trying to liberate you, the seeker, so obviously you, the seeker, must do the work. You must liberate you, for yourself.”

From that point follows the next. It’s your fault. You are responsible. Do not hand over your power to an authority figure, along with the responsibility for your life. The Gonzo Seeker steps into the spotlight not only to take on all the benefits and accolades (although those rock), but they also accept the blame (at least their portion) for any fumbles and foibles. Sorry folks, gotta take the bad along with the good.

There are, just as their are in any style of spiritual pursuit (or any pursuit for that matter), plenty of more key points that could be thrown into the gonzo bucket. It’s a creative way to be engaged and responsible for your own progress. But, me throwing a bunch out there would make this more and more about my interpretation. That’s not very gonzo. I would love to hear what other folks think about this topic, and invite as many comments as you can muster!

“We might think we can find a buddha or enlightenment somewhere beyond this mind; we might think we can find serenity, clarity, and meaning beyond this mind, but such place does not exist. Everything that appears is this mind.” ~ Bodhidharma

Please note that the above is, like anything said, just an opinion. The heart of Gonzo Spirituality rabidly defends the right of anyone to pursue a path in a way which works for them. That may, or may not, be the Gonzo way. As long as it’s working I would not dream of knocking it. Really.

Great Article: How To Choose Happiness


25 May

Great article over at Marc and Angel Hack Life, How To Choose Happiness. I don’t personally ascribe to the view that happiness is a state of mind. But, really my opinion is a matter of a different perspective and is not worth quibbling since from one point of view, and definition of the word “happiness” it is a state of mind. Be that as it may, I’ll tell you what really excites me about this article.

I have always been turned-on by the ideal of the Warrior for Peace. It’s a delicious paradox that does not need solving, but whose embrace leads to a rich outlook on life and a useful personal philosophy. In my view, life is a constant battle. Not a battle for survival of the body, although that does happen all to often, but rather a battle of ideologies. Most of us truck through life struggling to put together a philosophy that at first makes our lives better, and as we evolve also makes life in general better. As we soldier along we are servants to, and of, our prevailing philosophy, no matter how haphazardly those may be slapped together. We champion that philosophy in all of our interactions, and the tools we use are the expressions and communications of our beliefs. We use phrases and body language as weapons to wage these battles to keep our set of beliefs strong and alive. For the most part we do this unconsciously and perfectly innocently.

To engage this in an active way is a much more useful way to wage this battle, and allows for us to truly consider what we are championing. We can construct a philosophy of peace and mindfulness (as an example) and pick our words so as to advance that cause. In the inevitable bumping against of our myriad philosophies and belief structures, we can choose an active rather than passive stance. That, to me, is the Way of the Warrior of Peace. It is how a soldier in the army of peace can fight the battle for more peace in this world. Not as a method to dominate another’s set of beliefs, but as a way to test our own and to spread the possibility of such an outlook. Social engineering on the personal scale.

Meeting John Sherman In The Flesh


25 May

I got to the church where the satsang was to occur, far to early. My wife needed to be dropped off at the Caltrain station for the 6:15 train to meet a friend for a date. That did not leave enough time to head back home, so over the bridge I went. Parking was far to convenient, and I ended up arriving at 6:40. The satsang was not scheduled to start until 7:30.

So, cappuccino was the first order of business. I found a mini-mall/courtyard type situation with food options galore, and one source of the sacred bean infusion; a gelato stand. The cappuccino was dandy, and I sipped as I waited in line for a restroom to kill more time and to avoid any fidgeting in the immediate future.

I got back to the church with an empty bladder, and fine mid-range tension of “wired” at 7 on the dot. A few people where milling about, and slowly started wandering in.

As I joined the small group and shuffled my way in I realized there was a pit of nervousness in my gut, and it dawned on me why. It’s like when you are hiking through a canyon and come across a cliff face that catches your eye and won’t let go. You take in the vision of it and then, without thinking about it, you start to walk toward it. You simply have to touch it. You have to take in the reality with more than the senses you started the exchange with. You have to verify the truth. It was like that with John.

I’ve heard that communication is only 10% the words used. Another 15% is tone and cadence of the speech used. The rest, they say, is body language. I have a firm suspicion that at least some of the 75% believed to be body language is, in fact, the energetic presence of the person. I have worked with John for nearly two years. All of that work has been through reading of transcriptions, listening to audio and video recordings, and speaking with him over the Internet. What I have come to see that is in part a result of working with John is nothing but real. Still, just like the cliff side I needed to get a full picture of the man. I needed to see first hand that what John sees is real for him. That’s a purely self-centered and subjective need, a need I fully admit I was bringing to the situation, but there it was. I have been to see a handful of teachers that I believe have authentic realizations about the truth of reality. Some of them have seem genuine. Some have not. That is also subjective opinion, but again, there it is.

All of that coalesced into my mind as I entered the small Unitarian church building. And, there was John. He was standing in the middle of the room, hands in pockets. He was smaller than I had imagined, and stooped with his age. His smile, shy and sweet, was in no way small.

We shuffled in and found our seats. I was amused by a drama of a group of five folks who had come together switch their seats four times, with much debate, until they finally settled into the pew in front of me. A short time later another woman came in and sat beside me. One of the spot-hoping crew in front recognized her from another spiritual group gathering and they started to chat. Turns out that of the group in front of me, two of the women had just come from an Adyashanti talk. They exchanged stories and recommendations, and the conversation had the feel of two old shoppers discussing where the best bargains in the mall were. They then began to speak about retreats and intensives they had gone on, “in their youth” with a wistful air of missing the “good old days.” Spirituality, like anything else in life we do to change the particulars of life, lends itself to that kind of bargain shopping and pleasant experience mentality.

After a while I noted a petite woman making her way back and forth, adjusting the sound system. I thought, “That must be Carla.” Carla is John’s wife and the technical brains behind the operation. From what I have gathered, John is fairly hopeless with computers, and Carla took it upon herself to learn website design and maintenance, as well as VOIP conferencing, and audio recording and editing skills to support the spread of John’s message. She too was smaller than I had imagined.

Once the church was moderately full, and 7:30 had arrived, John made his way to his director’s chair. He began speaking in a manner I have become accustomed too, but this time it was different for me. This time I could take in the whole package. Whether the message comes across well to everyone, or not, I have absolutely no doubt that JOhn is the real deal. The fearless he radiates is palpable. The vichara has definitely done its work, and delivered its promise, in his case.

After he delivered his message, once again, and extolled the group to pursue the frightfully easily practice of the Vichara, he called for anyone who wanted to speak with him. My arm did not go up fast enough, and I was treated to John sitting patiently and conversing with a nervous, but very sincere, little man who claimed to have “washed out” of Buddhist meditation practice. John’s treatment of this fragile little man was beautiful to watch, and the man left the encounter with a sincere taste of himself and a means to find it whenever he desired.

My arm shot up, but again too slow. This time the man who came up was in no way small. He was large both physically and energetically, and I recognized his voice from recordings of satsang on John’s site I had previously listened to. His style of sp each was slow and wandering and he is nervous in front of crowds, so his share was filled with sidetracks and false starts. It turns out that he had been a member of a cult years before, and had been thrown out. That experience had scared him and was part of the story he spoke through with John. He also managed to get John “all riled up” which caused a long diatribe from John that was very helpful, not just to the man with him, but to the crowd as well.

Again my arm shot up, but John looked at his watch and sighed. He said, “We’re kind of out of time. Will you be here tomorrow?”

I smiled back. “No, I can’t be.”

John smiled and looked over at Carla. “One more?”

Carla nodded but John seemed unconvinced. He does not like to put Carla through more work, and having another share probably meant that she would have to make two CDs of the session rather than one. But, Carla prompted him and finally John said, “Alright, one more.”

I leapt up from my seat, and into the seat beside John. As is his custom he immediately asked my name.

I said, “Travis.”

John smiled, “Hi, Travis. Oh! Travis!”

I heard Carla blurt out, “It’s Travis!”

I was a bit taken back. I had told John, and Carla, that I was coming to see them this night since they were going to be so close to my home on a couple of the online satsangs. They had said that they were looking forward to meeting me in person, but I was not sure they were too happy about the idea since my discussions with John have not always been smooth. We had never had anything close to a fight online, but I had occasionally voiced differing opinions about some of the ways John spoke about what he has seen as a result of the vichara. I thought they would be pleasant, but that was about it. Boy was I wrong! John’s face positively lit up. Carla later told me she cried a little when she realized it was me. It was like meeting family.

John and I spoke for a few moments. I kept it brief out of respect for Carla’s efforts. I went back to my seat amongst smiles and an incredibly warm feeling.

John riffed on what we had discussed for a few moments, and then wrapped things up.

After Carla made her announcements, and people started to mill about, several folks came up to me.

“You’re, Travis!” was the common phrase. These were folks who had attended some of the same online satsangs I had. I replied back with, “You’re, Vivek!”, “You’re, Sarah!”, “You’re, Mike!” It was a meeting in the flesh of a community I already had in digital. Amidst the meeting of these new/old friends, Carla pushed through the crowd and pulled me from my seat into an amazingly strong and warm hug.

Vivek, and I, exchanged email addresses, and we are in the very early stages of planning a get together of all the folks in the Bay Area who share an interest in the vichara, and in John’s way of communicating it.

All in all a fabulous and rewarding evening. And, a fine confirmation of what the vichara can do.

Travis Eneix

Dedicated to looking at the self.