I have returned. You may find my new blog, The Hawk’s Tail,” at:
Hope to see you there!
It is hard for me to imagine when I think about it, but this is the 400th time I have sat down at the computer and produced a blog entry.
Sure, there were a few that I recycled, that I had written some time in the past but, for the most part they were all original little essays. This one, number 400, will stand as my last entry on this blog.
That sounds a bit cryptic, so let me assure you that I am not going off to kill myself or something, nor is my death imminent, (as far as anyone can assume such a thing). And, sadly, I’m not moving to old town Key West to wile away my days sipping exquisite Margaritas . . . not yet, anyway No, I’m just done.
The blog won’t go anywhere. It will still be floating around in cyberspace like a piece of space debris hurtling through orbit, awaiting its inevitable, fiery re-entry. Every now and then, some wandering cyber cowboy may stumble upon it on a Web search and will be free to read to his/her heart’s content.
I am glad that some of what is written here helped some people, and grateful to every soul that took a moment of their precious time to stop by and read what I wrote. I am honored.
For those of you who read this particular post, and want to have a way to get in touch with me in the future, I will do the unthinkable and leave you an e-mail on a public post – email@example.com.
I might pop-up again with a new blog sometime . . . who knows? Until then, well . . . be kind to one another. That’s about it.
Adios, my friends! That’s a wrap!
Many Blessings To All…
He’s here. Actually, she’s here. No forget that, this physician has no gender – it is a spirit that inhabits bodies at will; you could call it a possession of sorts. It can even take over entire computer networks, and has grasped me by the collar more than once.
Contrary to what we usually think when we hear the word “possession,” though, this shape-shifting physician is mostly harmless. Who, or what, is this roaming “healer?”
Introducing Dr. Plenteous Platitudes, or “PP,” as I like to call him, (I’m just going to use “him” from here on out for simplicity).
PP is a specialist, dealing totally in non-invasive, homeopathic, warm and fuzzy thoughts and feelings – usually overlaid on pretty pictures and widely distributed without a prescription.
Like most general practitioners, PP doesn’t create his medicinal words, he just passes them along from whatever book or source that he learned them from. He likely has no experience whatsoever of what he has promulgated, but wishes to experience it, and really hopes that it is true, and loves the way that it sounds and feels to say it or see it, and sincerely desires that it benefits someone to be exposed to it.
I saw him once. He had the head of an adorable puppy, but with the piercing and wise eyes of a mystic, and the smile of a giggling infant. His body was that of a cute stuffed animal, (very “Winnie-the-Pooh” like). And his feet? Well, he never touched the ground, as he floated about on an awe-inspiring little cloud that was like a window, within which were scenes of majestic landscapes and vistas to make one’s heart soar.
That’s PP – Dr. Plenteous Platitudes, that is.
Well, it seems that PP has taken over my Facebook wall – and I helped him do it – and I have “liked” just about everything he has presented, through whatever source he has used. Well, I got to thinking about it, and realized that some of his blanket prescriptions just weren’t true.
First, you CANNOT do whatever you set your mind to do. I know, I know – PP says you can, (and I have said it for him more than once), but it isn’t true. As an example, I am 49 years old. If I wanted to be a starting linebacker in the NFL, there is no amount of training and effort that I could exert, over any length of time, that would ever enable me to accomplish that. I would be “following my dream” right to the ICU, (assuming I lived).
AND, (and this one is gonna’ hurt), love does NOT conquer all. Love, in its pure form, (i.e., not possessive love, not romantic love, not conditional love), can conquer YOU, and that is magnificent. When that kind of love conquers you, then everlasting peace is yours. Unfortunately, though, every individual has to get to that place on their own in order for love to conquer “all.” So, until each and every person reaches that sublime state, the wars and death and hatred will continue. There is more to this subject, but that is the thumbnail sketch of it [the concept of real love can be surprisingly complex].
That is just a couple of examples of misdirected PP. Nevertheless, Dr. Platitudes is on the right track – his heart is in the right place. The world needs more positivity and hope. I guess my struggle with his practice is born from the knowledge that he has no real personal experience with most of what he spreads – Ole’ PP knows what to say, with great hope, but doesn’t live in the health and wisdom of his prescriptions. It isn’t hypocrisy in my mind, just wishful thinking. Maybe the theory of, “If I say it often enough, maybe it will happen in my life, or someone else’s,” is the principle at work. And maybe it will – I hope all the PP hits its mark.
As for me, I have decided that there is a bit too much PP in my life, and that I need less lofty ideals, and a little more solid earth under my feet and between my fingers. With that in mind, I’ll be refusing most of the doctor’s attempts to use me to pass along his PP for a little while. The good news is that I don’t have to worry, because the Dr. is always on call, and I can be bathed by his balm again whenever I am ready.
Many Blessings To All…
Michael Wood. Do you know his name?
He is a British historian, the man behind such magnificent documentaries as “Legacy,” and “Myths and Heroes.” You can find them both on Netflix. He is amazing. Just like me, he has a childlike exuberance for history. I cannot imagine that it would be possible to watch his documentaries and not feel his passion.
I would love to have his job. Problem is . . . if I am being honest . . . I lack the drive to get the education necessary to do it. There is no shame in that – but it shines a light on something that we need to be aware of, and that is this: you can accomplish anything in life – but ONLY if you have the drive and commitment.
There is no magic bullet that will do it – you have to physically commit to going all the way.
For me – well, I live vicariously through the amazing commentary of Michael Wood. Yes, it could be me, IF I possessed the ambition.
Remember “The Secret?” It was such a big deal, such a watershed – but it failed in one respect [it did not take into account the intense PHYSICAL drive that is necessary to combine with the belief]. There IS a way, but don’t think that it is an easy way . . . .that you can just imagine it and that it will fall in your lap. Belief MUST be combined with action. Without action, you are just playing with “magical thinking,” which, on its own, will get you nowhere.
You CAN do it – whatever IT is – BUT you must ACT in conjunction with your faith. Don’t be a fool and think that if you just imagine it that it will arrive. Set your intention, which is critical, but then ACT. THIS will ensure your success.
Many Blessings To All…
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 5,800 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 10 years to get that many views.
I am not a shaman; certainly not in the sense that most people envision such a person.
It is surprising how many people have asked me if I am a shaman. Again I say, I am not, and have never made any such claim. But there are a BUNCH of people who do make that claim, and will take you to Peru, or wherever, and let you work with “Master” shamans to learn how to be one; most popularly, to drink Ayahuasca and have visions.
In fact, there are a stupefying number of retreats offered by all sorts of folks claiming to be shamans, and an even more stupefying number of Master Shamans in Peru waiting to tell you everything you need to know in a few days or a week. To see all of the videos and documentaries, it seems like there are more shamans per capita in Peru than there are medical doctors per capita in the U.S. . . . sounds a little fishy to me.
Allow me to be more blunt; I would say that at least 70% of the people who claim to be shamans, (especially in this country), are NOT shamans. Maybe they had a little DMT adventure or two on some retreats, (via the ayahuasca brew), and maybe they have studied the practices through books, but that doesn’t make one a shaman. One can THINK oneself to be a shaman, and have good intentions, but that is about as far as it goes – no real power is flowing.
Many people desire to be shamanic healers – but they are aspiring to the “sanitized” version, not the mostly naked, walking barefoot through the jungle and eating grubs . . . . dirty and gritty . . . version. Not the one who rolls in the dirt and the mud, who knows Mother Earth so intimately that he/she can hardly be separated from the jungle, or desert, that is home. You can’t get that from a two-week retreat. But, having said all of that, there IS great power that you CAN get.
See, way back when, there were no healers. But, one day, someone aspired to be one, likely through a vision or a dream that Creation gave them. They received it, and acted on it, and then there was the first shaman/healer. They communed with the spirits and counted on them to teach them what to do, and passed this knowledge down to others who were so inclined. But, they didn’t need to go to another country to do what they did – the spirits are ubiquitous, and teach and provide tools that are in keeping with your physical environment. That is to say, they were not shown things that were not available where they lived; that would have been pointless.
So, if you wish to be a “spiritual” healer, seek the spirits, (or God if you prefer), right where you are. Ask for a vision, and wait for it. Be sure to open yourself completely, though, or you will miss it when it comes. We must be spiritually “naked” and soaking wet to catch the subtle breath of spirit. It is much like in the physical: if you are naked and soaking wet, you feel every nuance of any breeze that touches your skin – you are raw, and hyper-aware of even the slightest suggestion of a touch from the unseen air. So it must be with spirit, too . . . no preconceptions . . . open.
Meditative breathing, practicing silence, detaching from the racing thoughts of the monkey mind, creating a protected sacred space and inviting benevolent energies to speak to you, and most of all, patience – these are just a few of the methods that one can use to cultivate and harness the power of higher energies.
Yes, you can be a “shaman,” but start where you are, and use the specific vision that is given to you. It is a very personal, individual thing. And do not abandon common sense . . . test the spirits. If you know that something is dangerous or poison, wait for some better information instead of diving right in.
Why all of this is coming out today, my first post of 2013, I have no idea. But, as with everything that I write on this blog, I follow where I am led – it will be significant to someone.
Many Blessings To All…
Exactly one year ago today I posted this one. Back then, I called it, “Where The Streets Have No Name . . . ” I hope that you enjoy it . . . and find your freedom.
U2, my favorite rock band in history. Not just because of the great hooks, brilliant melodies, and the mesmerizing guitar work of The Edge, but more because of their unflinching idealism and romanticism.
They were hitting their stride during some of the most challenging times of my life; times of life and death…of killing, and hoping not to be killed. I was a fan before then, though, of albums like “Boy,” and “War.” All of that aside, just think about it…Where The Streets Have No Name.
Here are the words:
I want to run…
I want to hide…
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside.
I want to reach out, and touch the flame…
where the streets have no name.
So powerful, so appealing…such a feeling of release.
What happens where the “streets have no name?” You no longer have a “definition;” you are FREE – not confined to a category.
You are not “this,” or “that;” you are simply free. The Spirit soars like the hawks that are my constant companions.
May you experience this freedom, in its fullness, this holiday, and every day from this day forward.
Many Blessings To All…
Archivin’ it! This was one of my first posts – I was definitely channeling some wisdom from somewhere for this one. It was originally titled, “I Wish.”
I wish that I had something profound to write about at this very moment, but I’m just not feeling it. That’s the nature of being a writer – writing beckons you, even when you don’t think you have anything to say. A blank page is an intimidating, and yet compellingly beautiful thing. It patiently waits for your words, and has the great decency not to point out what a load of blather you just coughed up. Can you imagine such a thing playing out that way among humans? A perfectly reasonable appearing adult walks up and throws up all over you, and says, “Thank you. I needed to unload that someplace, and you look like the perfect spot for it.” No, that wouldn’t end well; there aren’t many “blank pieces of paper” walking among us. We would take that personally, (at least I probably would). But not a blank piece of paper, (or computer monitor). It makes no judgment, because receiving the thoughts, words, feelings and emotions of others – without any judgment – is what it is designed to do.
Hmmm…now I must return to the first sentence of this post and declare it to be a falsehood. In fact, it was only true for two more sentences, and then something profound began to “come forth.” I started writing this blog entry a mere twenty minutes ago, with absolutely no idea of any subject to expound upon, and by simply “thinking on paper,” a powerful analogy that describes the essence of what the Spirit, the “Self” [capital "S"], the Christ Consciousness, the Buddha, FILL IN THE BLANK , would have us be, quietly slipped up from my deepest Self and made its way to the page. Wow…heady stuff!
The ultimate goal of our spiritual walk is to become a “blank piece of paper:” to attain the realization that we are here in this physical form for no other purpose than to experience, without judgment, what is presented before us; to move beyond the subjective evaluations of what is “good” and “bad” that our environment has conditioned us to believe; to be pure awareness – which is what we have always been and have failed to realize. There would only be ONE thing, ONE energy, radiating from one who has attained such a realization, who is a human “blank piece of paper” – and that is pure, Divine love.
But, there are precious few who are willing to let go of their attachments. There are precious few who realize, or even wish to consider, that love in its highest form has no element of a need to “possess” anything or anyone, or make any judgment. I certainly can make no claim to be such a one who has fully realized this truth. I am no “blank piece of paper” by any stretch. Nevertheless, I DO set about the work of attaining that full realization every day: to merge with the Divine within, to rest in the love and bliss that is all that remains when you “erase” the conditions that you, (with the media’s help), have established to be happy.
I encourage my students to write every chance that they get, no matter if they think that they “have anything to say” or not. In my book, I phrased it this way: “Writing is an outlet for you and a conduit for God. You need to do it. It is that important.” This post, which started as “nothing,” and ended with great power, is a perfect example of that phenomenon coming to pass – yet again. Write, write, write! The world needs the wisdom that is locked within you.
Many blessings to all…