Archive for May, 2007

Shampoo Series – Peace

May 31, 2007

Good morning,

Thank you for the vacation.

There’s a theme today in the emails I’ve replied to from friends, and in my response to one of Eric Francis’ articles on dioxin contamination in New Paltz, on his web site. 

             http://planetwavesweekly.com/dadatemp/1267134807.html

We live in a world where we focus on our seeming separation.

Separation from what?

Call it whatever you like, but I call it God, peace, all-that-is, solutions, etc.

The other day Russ wrote to thank me for the “effort” I put in to “slow down and meet him at his Pacing.”

(Pacing is described in the link to the right under Pages called ”Compatibility Factors.”) 

Russ and I spent several hours together Monday afternoon and evening. Up till now, he always felt exhausted after he saw me. He wrote to tell me it was the best time he had ever spent with me.

I had no conscious thought of “slowing down to meet his Pacing.”  

I wrote him back and suggested that possibly the difference in our time together, in fact, any difference in any experience that any human being ever has, lies inside, in our own thoughts, not in anything external.

He can think I did something different, and give me credit, but that only continues the illusion that we’re separate. If I let him think that I am responsible for his feeling good about our time together it perpetuates the lie that we are separate, the lie that I can “make” him feel anything, the lie that he is a victim, the list goes on and on.

Notice it’s just as true when he’s feeling “good” as when he is feeling “bad.”

That may sound tricky, but it’s not. All you do is check inside and find what’s true. That is what the entire Shampoo Series is about.

We find peace when we love the truth, especially when the truth conflicts with the lies we are constantly telling ourselves. What a relief!

I noticed some of those same themes when I read Eric Francis’ article linked above.

I love Eric dearly. He is the best astrologer I have ever read or consulted. See www.planetwaves.net if you want to treat yourself to this man’s writings and thoughts.

On the link above, Eric writes about his involvement in exposing a dioxin hazard in New Paltz, NY.

“My life is often thrust into chaos as a result of getting re-involved. My business typically suffers, my energy runs low, and along the way, I have to face my own fears and inner demons.”

Eric says he gets involved, “not entirely voluntarily.”

As wise as Eric is, on this issue, he seems to believe that he is a victim helping other victims.

Eric is a fellow student of A Course in Miracles. I invite you, Eric, and you, my blog readers, to consider that “there is another way of looking at this.” Just as students of ACIM find the inner peace that enables us to do the outer work in a clear, relaxed, guided and far more effective way, I suggest there is a more powerful way of thinking that can be engaged here, one that has no victims – not Eric, not the students, no victims at all.

Yes, of course, there are actions to take, people to talk to, clean up to do and Reality to face. We can act from clarity in a way that isn’t exhausting, that is completely voluntary and guided from within.

How do we know what Reality is?

Well, we inquire.

We ask inside.

Is it true? Can I absolutely know this thought is true?

How do I react or live when I believe this thought?

Who would I be without this thought, this story?

Then we Turn It Around and check all the opposite thoughts to see if they are as true or truer than the original thought.

Usually, the original thought hurts.

In Question #3, “How do I react or live when I believe this thought?” we discover exactly how it hurts, how much it hurts, how ineffective we are, how stressful the thought is.

In Question #4, we do a thought experiment.

“Who would I be without this story?”

Generally, Question #3 shows us our stress. Question #4 shows us our peace.

Don’t believe a word I say. Check.

Find out if  Katie’s statement ”Reality is kinder than your thinking,” is true or not.

One of the reasons I took a break last week is that Paul, a man I knew from 7th grade to 10th grade, got in touch with me recently. I had no idea that he had a crush on me back then. I certainly did not imagine that he had been looking for me all these years, and that he is still interested in me.

Paul flew me to visit him and to attend his son’s graduation from high school.

Paul is worshipping me. He has many years of Romantic Mythology (see Compatibility Factors again) built up about who I am and what it would be like to be my lover, even my husband. There is no way I will ever be the person he has built up in his mind.

Byron Katie says, “No two people have ever met.”

Think for 2 seconds and you will realize she is right. All we ever meet is our ideas and thoughts about other people. We don’t meet them.

Paul wants to let Reality in, see who we are now and go from there. So do I.

I introduced him to Katie’s work through her introductory CD on her first book, Loving What Is. I pointed him to her web page. He couldn’t sleep last night and he watched all of her videos.

Wow.

I wonder what is next.

I have not told Paul something, and the first time he will hear this will be in this blog. For about 40 days I did Steven Sashen’s Goal-Free Goal Setting Mediation, which includes The Work and several other ways to move from the lies to the truth and from stress into peace, on the idea of getting married again.

I wrote Steven to tell him that it doesn’t matter one bit whether I ever get married again or not. That’s a place of clarity, wholeness, acceptance from which our Next Step naturally emerges. I call it Spontaneous Right Action.

It doesn’t matter one iota what happens next. Yes and no are the same answer.

I’m doing the Goal-Free Goal Setting now on my income and career. No telling what may arise from that. Steven Sashen is the creator of the Quantum Wealth course. He says it helps us to “do the inner work that leads to the outer work that leads to the inner work.” I think I got that right.

Details on Steven’s class are at http://www.quantumwealth.com/ 

Love, Ann

“Peace in our minds and in our lives is a cause-effect relationship.”

                                                               – Ann O’Johnson

Memory Day

May 23, 2007

Daddy’s birthday is this week. I will sing Happy Birthday to him. I love catching up and seeing how he is doing. He travels a lot.

I am traveling this weekend myself.

I am meeting an old friend who got in touch with me from our high school days. Sounds like a pretty exciting trip.

So, I’m officially taking a bit of a break till next week. I may write. I may not.

I have at least 5 or 6 new missives waiting in the wings as ideas or essays that need editing. Oh, plus the Friendship Series that we began a few days back.

It’s going to be good. It’s going to be really good, y’all.

Have a fabulous Memory Day.

Love, Ann

“Make new friends, but keep the old,

One is silver and the other’s gold.”

               – Round Sung at Girl Scout Camp, etc.

Shampoo Series – Reality Is Kinder Than Your Thinking

May 18, 2007

So much is relaxing in me since yesterday’s epiphanies with Cricket.

I’m pretty blissed out.

Oddly, since part of what has relaxed is my addiction to informing and being informed, I’m casting about a little for today’s blog. Funny how that works.

 You know, I think I’m just going to wait until something arises for me to say.

Love, Ann

“Reality is kinder than your thinking – but only always.”

                                  – Byron Katie

Today’s Blog is Short Because Reality is Kinder Than My Thinking!

May 17, 2007

… and later than usual, because the Universe decided once again to prove to me that “Reality is kinder than my thinking – but only always.”

I just spent the whole afternoon and part of the evening with Cricket. I am so blissed out (and blessed). How many times can you fall in love with the same man? Over and over and over, I promise you. And several of them, it seems.

A couple of months ago, I was really bummed because he wasn’t calling and when I did see him, he was bushed, exhausted, in no mood to be any kind of fun to be with. The last time I saw him, he admitted he had been depressed. He and I both do a very perky kind of depression that most people would not recognize as depression, except that it isn’t how we usually are.

Since then, he has quit the day job, and has more hours in which to sleep and go to school full time. There’s still some depression, but he’s perking up to his normal full throttle.

*giggle*

And in so many ways!

Last time he and I talked, we agreed that I would just call him when I want to. Every time I do call, he wants to see me, and we do get together and enjoy so many things. Oh, okay. I really prefer for boys to be boys and for them to call me, but often they are slower paced and have a far different time sense than I do. That gets very weird.

This seems to be working, this me calling him thing. I wouldn’t do it with everyone, but it’s honest and clear and clean with Cricket.

Reality seems to be that this is what works for us.

I had been telling myself all kinds of ugly stories about how he didn’t care, didn’t want to see me, had too many girlfriends (3), but not one word of it was true. His primary love language is touch, and I don’t always recognize it. Mine is words. A full time relationship between us would be more work than either of us wants to put in. Yes, he’s been in some depression, but all I have to do is notice Reality!

So, once I got into the Reality groove today, I figured out something else. Something major.

One of the reasons he and I stopped living together is that I was crying a lot, and unhappy. I would often cry after sex. It got to be too much for both of us.

Well, now I know why!

I was telling myself this story that he and I could not stay together, and that someday I would have to let him go and wouldn’t see him, wouldn’t be able to have the passionate and ravishing sex we have when we’re together, etc. etc.

Did it dawn on my little pea-brain that he could easily win some kind of “Man Least Likely To Hook Up With a Jealous Woman” award?

Well, no.

It turns out that it is much easier to see from here – 3 years later – that in fact, I can see him when I want to, his primary girlfriend is fine with it and the other secondary certainly doesn’t care. I have 3 years of evidence to prove it.

When I Turn It Around, I find it far more likely that I, being the monogamous one, will stop having sex with him when some day I commit my heart to another likeminded man.

I’ve been laughing all day about these little revelations.

And it means I can see him, enjoy him without all those tears! I may have found a “No More Tears” formula, or at least the beginnings of one.

Thank God!

“Reality is kinder than my thinking – but only always.” Katie, of course, says that.

Now I wonder what other realities I have been missing. They tend to show up in droves when I take the blinders of about one thing, another 6 or more are right behind that.

There was another revelation, too, that I find hard to put into words. Somehow my addiction to having information because I think it will make me feel connected to someone totally denies some very real and delicious connections I have.

That’s the nutshell version. I may blog on that, too.

I have the most amazing life, amazing friends, amazing lovers, roommate, family, clients, students…. and on and on.

Jesus, it’s sweet!

(Oh, okay, it wasn’t really short… but it is still SWEET!!!)

Love, Ann

The moment I let go of it
was the moment I got more than I could handle.
The moment I jumped off of it
was the moment that I touched down.

- Alanis Morrissette
Thank U India

“This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.”

- Douglas Adams
Long May He Live
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Friendship – A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime

May 16, 2007

I warn people that I am a tenacious friend.

I don’t lose touch easily because I communicate so much and so often. I’d keep most of my friends for a lifetime if it worked out that way.

One of the men I met through his personals ad back in January, asked me not to be a tenacious friend. He was leaving the country for a while and said he didn’t have the time to give to a real relationship, and that was why he was posting in the “casual” area of the list. That was really frustrating to me. But when he told me he felt “empty,” I did understand. One of the things I have learned is that the only thing that can be missing from a situation is whatever we did not give.

We had a good connection.

I’m friends with nearly every ex-lover and ex-husband I have, except the ones I knew pre-Internet. I’ve even managed to find some of those, or they’ve found me, and we’ve stayed in touch.

What triggered this particular series is that an old friend from like, 7th grade, just got in touch with me through Classmates.com  I’ve always wondered why more of us don’t get in touch and stay in touch with such a wonderful method available to us, not to mention the Internet itself. I got an email saying this man had sent me a note through Classmates.com but I would have to subscribe to see it. I’ve avoided doing that. It seems like kind of an unnecessary expense in my life, but I think his email changed my mind.

I took the free 7-day subcription, but when that expires I’m going to let them bill me for a year. Why?

Well, what did I just say?

The only thing that can be missing from a situation is what I am not giving to it. So, I’ll sign up and be available there for old friends to find me more. I’ll send more emails to more of them and see what comes back.

I was thinking about how to approach this huge subject of friendship. I discuss it often. I’m sure I’ll learn some new things as I write. I definitely can’t get it all in one blog.

I have, so far, considered Old Friends, Lost Friends, Close Friends, Ex-Lovers Who Are Now Friends and New Friends.

Circumstantial friends are what I call “acquaintances.” Those are people we interact with, even closely for a time, that we never stay in touch with after circumstances change.

High school and college create circumstantial friends. So do work environments. Even family members can actually be more like circumstantial friends, though we might go farther to be there for them in a crisis. Maybe.

Sometimes we outgrow friendships. Have you ever had a friendship that evolved because you both complained about the same thing and then one of you stopped complaining? Maybe you left the job, the relationship, or better yet, you got the job or relationship? And there was nothing to complain about, and nothing to talk about with that person anymore? I’ve got a couple of those.

I got some uncomfortable perspective on my tenacity, too, back in October when Steven pointed out that the reason a circumstantial friend of mine didn’t want to continue was because she didn’t want to be obligated to talk about things she didn’t want to talk about. Even in silence with me, or talking about other things, she could feel my interest, my desire to know how things were going. And she simply didn’t want to talk about it. Not to me, not to anybody. (there’s a blog on that.)

I think I still have some things to learn about that, but it was a real eye-opener to see how intrusive I can be under the guise of being a friend and being helpful. Embarrassing. Wrecked a bit piece of my image management.

I’ll post this as a kind of introduction and write stories later.

Love, Ann

“Friendship is one mind in two bodies.”

                                 – Menecius

May is National Masturbation Month

May 15, 2007

For today’s blog, we’re going to take a Field Trip.

Literally.

Eric Francis has posted pictures of . . . well, fields . . . and he wrote the most yummy thing on masturbation.

http://planetwavesweekly.com/resources/pw_monthly_may2007.html

Masturbation Month was apparently declared by Good Vibrations. I do recommend them as the number one place to buy sex toys.

 http://www.goodvibes.com/index.aspx

Be sure to follow the link to Eric’s article on self love near the end.

http://www.sexuality.org/authors/francis/howtobe.html

I’m pretty sure I wrote about this last year, too. You can check the May Archive over there on the right.

Happy Masturbation Month!

Love, Ann

Shampoo Series – The Finger – Sex and Anger

May 14, 2007

Everyone knows this one.

The finger. The bird.

It means something that is both sex and anger.

There’s a clue here.

I’ve been in groups of women over the past few years where one or another of us has made the statement that we would make a sacrifice for our country and do the nasty with Dubya if it would just get us out of the war. The man is clearly sex-deprived. All that misplaced creative energy spent in a fuck you war, rather than the bliss of two bodies blending.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Everything and nothing, really.

In some ways, George W. Bush is the best thing that could have happened to our country. It’s like what I said in a blog a few days ago – for things to be perfect, something has to go wrong. If that isn’t intuitively obvious, read the blog. There’s a search box on the right.

I’m not saying that the only or even the best way to handle anger is to have sex; however, when our creative energies don’t have anywhere to go, anger is the likely result.

What’s the opposite of anger?

According to Phil Laut, the healthy side of anger is Determination. My experience supports this. He says, “Anger is the intent to do something, contaminated with the illusion of helplessness.”

Love that.

You might want to read it twice.

Notice that it says the “illusion” of helplessness. Why? Because we’re not helpless! Ever? Ever. Do I need to bring up Victor Frankl again?

A Course in Miracles says that “All anger is the attempt to make someone feel guilty.”

In other words, it’s manipulative. It’s a projection. And it is not real.

Depression, they say, is anger turned inward.

Does that fit with your experience if you’ve ever been depressed?

Sex can be good for depression.  : ) 

There is a lifestyle called “Taken In Hand,” that is basically a Domestic Discipline relationship, similar to a Domination/submission relationship that seems to involve spanking and sex. There is a web site about this. I’m not going to try to analyze all of the sex and anger components here or how that works for couples involved with it, but it has some interesting aspects.

Is there a difference between sex and making love? There could be. Those could be opposites to some people depending on how you think about them.

Casual Sex and Lovemaking? Casual Relationship and Commited Relationship?

Separation and Union? Alone and Together?

Frustrated and Satisfied. Now, there’s a pair!

Aroused and indifferent? Hmm.

What other opposites can you think of that relate to sex and/or anger?

I’ve mentioned a lot of potential opposite pairs. Does that suggest one of the Shampoo Methods?

Mm hmm. Re-Pairing Opposites.

The directions are over there under Pages anytime you want them, but here they are again, too.

Take a pair of opposites like Anger & Determination or Frustrated & Satisfied.

Imagine Anger (or whatever you are working with) in one hand. Make it a pretty complete picture with all 5 senses.

Imagine Determination in the other hand. Again, make it complete as you can.

Then go back and forth, noticing the differences.

At some point, you will realize that you are bouncing back and forth between a kind of black/white, good/bad duality and that there is a third place.

Let’s call this third place the “truth place,” a place beyond duality, the whole of the yin-yang, not the parts.

If you are using your hands for the pair, you may notice that this 3rd place is the fulcrum, at your heart.

Bring your hands together at a rate of speed that is comfortable for you and place your palms against your heart. Breathe into this whole, truth place and notice any shifts in your energy, any relaxing.

Wonder what your Next Step might be now that you are in a place of wholeness. It may be more exploration or maybe you know what to do.

And if you happen to run into Dubya, show him how to do some of these Shampoo Methods, will you?

Love, Ann

“Perhaps it will be helpful to remember that no one can be angry at a fact.  It is always an interpretation that gives rise to negative emotions, regardless of their seeming justification by what appears as facts.”

- A Course in Miracles, M-17.4:1

Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.

- Marcus Aurelius

 

Cowgirl Interlude – Farm on the Freeway by Jethro Tull

May 13, 2007

This one is for my mother on Mother’s Day. She’s been concerned about the environment since I was a child. 

It’s also for Mother Earth.

I’ll pose the question here that I sent to a local Science Fiction writers group:

Has anyone read (or written) the science fiction in which global warming turned out to be a Good Thing ™, ie the next obvious, logical step in evolution, not only of humans, but of the planet?

If not, why not?

Seems like that would be quite a story.

Love, Ann

Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
down by where the sweet stream run.
Now they might give me compensation…
That’s not what I’m chasing. I was a rich man before yesterday.
Now, all I have got is a cheque and a pickup truck.
I left my farm on the freeway.

They’re busy building airports on the south side…
Silicon chip factory on the east.
And the big road’s pushing through along the valley floor.
Hot machine pouring six lanes at the very least.
Now, they say they gave me compensation…
That’s not what I’m chasing. I was a rich man before yesterday.
Now, all I have left is a broken-down pickup truck.
Looks like my farm is a freeway.

They forgot they told us what this old land was for.
Grow two tons the acre, boy, between the stones.
This was no Southfork, it was no Ponderosa.
But it was the place that I called home.
They say they gave me compensation…
That’s not what I’m chasing. I was a rich man before yesterday.
And what do I want with a million dollars and a pickup truck?
When I left my farm under the freeway. 

Cowgirl Interlude – Prologue to LifeHouse by Spider Robinson

May 12, 2007

“The Tar Baby alarm caught them making love, or the whole emergency might never have happened.

It might seem odd that they let something as frivolous as sex distract them even momentarily from their responsibilities. They were as dedicated, motivated and committed to their work as any guardians in history, as responsible as it was possible to be. And they had, after all, been married to each other for over nine centuries at that point.

But then, theirs was – even for their kind – one of the Great Marriages. They had mutually agreed on their five hundredth anniversary that in their opinion, things were just getting really good, and as their millenial approached, both still felt the same. And perhaps even we mortals can dimly understand that any hobby which endures over such a span of time must have within it certain elements of obsession. They had long since taken into their lovemaking, as into their marriage itself, the spirit of the Biblical injunction, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might,” and they were good at finding things to do.

The precise timing of the alarm, moreover, was more than diabolical: it was Murphian. For several hours they had been constructing a complex and beautiful choreography of ecstacy together, a four-dimensional structure of pleasure and joy extending through space and time. A DNA double-helix would actually be a fairly accurate three-dimensional model of it. It was itself part of a larger, more complicated structure that had been under creation for nearly a week, a sort of interwoven pattern of patterns of pleasure and joy of which this particular movement was meant to be the capstone. The tocsin sounded in both their skulls just as, in the words of Jake Thackray, “They were getting to a very important bit . . . ” and for two whole seconds, both honestly mistook it for hyperbole of their imaginations. By the time they understood it was real, a necessity at once emotional, biological and artistic urged them to ignore it – just for a moment.

This, in their defense, they did not do. Their responsibility was too much a part of who they were. Orgasm may be the source of all meaning – but it needs a universe in which to mean. The instant they realized the alarm was not a shared hallucination they stopped doing what they were doing (or more precisely stopped paying attention to the fact that they were doing it), queried the Tar Baby, downloaded a detailed report of the situation, and studied it, fully prepared to leap out of bed and hit the ground running if the emergency seemed to warrant it.

It did not. Indeed, it seemed to be practically over. Only one sophont appeared to be involved – and not a sophisticated one. It carried only a single (pathetic) weapon, and no data transmission gear of any kind. The Tar Baby reported no difficulty in investing it, and was even now reprogramming it. There was another higher lifeform of some kind present, about fifty meters away from the Egg, but it did not display sentience signatures and thus could not be a significant threat. To top it all off, the whole nonevent was taking place less than two thousand meters away, a distance they could cover in seconds.

Yes, doctrine did mandate a suspenders-and-belt physical visit to the site to obtain eyeball confirmation of all data. But doctrine did not (quite) say that it absolutely had to be done this instant . . . not unless there were complicating factors present. They both double-checked, and there were not. They very nearly triple-checked. They concluded, first separately and then in rapport, that a delay of as much as fifteen minutes in the on-site follow-up inspection could not reasonably pose a serious or even a significant risk. They ran their logic past the Tar Baby, which concurred. It agreed to notify them at once if the situation were to degenerate, and to preserve all data.

This whole process had taken perhaps three seconds, a totaly of five seconds since the alarm had gone off. The weeklong work of art was still salvageable. Sighing happily, they returned to their erotic choreography, and in under ten minutes brought it to a conclusion satisfactory in every sense of the word, the brief hiatus actually improving it trivially, both as sensation and as art. They spent an additional five minutes on breath recovery and afterglow, and were just about to get up, less than fifteen minutes after the Tar Baby’s first call – when suddenly it called again.

And this time it shrieked.

They came that close to being vigilant enough. Less than fifteen minutes late on a pointless backup. Less than one minute too late.

Unfortunately, they were not playing horseshoes.

And so the whole universe very nearly ceased to have ever existed . . .”

Well, don’t ask me! And don’t just sit there! Go get the book!

Love, Ann

Evolovution – Homo Caelestis, Homo Illuminatus?

May 11, 2007

An epoch will come when people disclaim kinship with us as we disclaim
kinship with the monkeys.

 -Kahlil Gibran, mystic, poet, and artist
(1883-1931)

 

I find that very reassuring.

Yesterday, we talked a little about Kurt Vonnegut’s vision of the future from Sirens of Titan.

Today, let’s talk about Spider Robinson, Arjuna Ardagh, Tom Robbins, Douglas Adams and others who weave their vision into their fiction and nonfiction writings, waking us all up a little bit at a time.

Yes, today I’m skipping obvious works on human illumination, such as A Course in Miracles, Starseed Transmissions, The Door to Everything, Celestine Prophecy, and Illusions.

Those books are obviously spiritual texts and people with spiritual inclinations read them. That’s fantastic. I’ve read all of them at least 5 to 10 times each. The experience of bliss and connection that comes with reading them is worth many repetitions.

And yes, if I start including epic fantasy & science fiction, especially films, there is a whole ‘nother list of works begging to be included, and rightly so. (Mental Note: be sure I have the reading & film lists on a Page here.)

The ones I’m writing about are almost mainstream. Most of them are fiction. And anyone might read them. That’s what I hope this blog is, and what the book written from it becomes.

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR NEARLY EVERY BOOK LISTED

But what do the following books have in common with the first list? And what is different? 

The StarDancer trilogy, MindKiller, Time Pressure, DeathKiller, The Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon series, Translucent Revolution, Jitterbug Perfume, Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.

All but Translucent Revoluition are fiction, right?

Well, yes, if you say so.

And Translucent Revolution is just kind of a documentary about enlightened companies and their work, right?

Sure, if you say so.

Look deeper.

Spider Robinson, Arjuna Ardagh, Tom Robbins and Douglas Adams, though I confess I’m stretching a little on including him, postulate not just a better world, but evoloved* humans. People taking some kind of evolutionary leap.

Well, then why am I not writing about the immortal Robert A. Heinlein today, also?

Honestly, because my mind boggles at the task. 

Blogging about the evolutionary perspectives of the inestimable Robert Anson Heinlein deserves a few blogs devoted solely to him.  Heinlein heavily influenced Spider Robinson.

Still, for me, somehow, Robinson is the one who took the evolution leap about things most clearly. Yes, Stranger in a Strange Land and others included some enlightened sexuality & telepathy. Grok would not even be a word if it weren’t for Heinlein, but Robinson does it a little differently. I somehow feel his worlds are a little more healed, a little clearer. And he often includes the story of a rape victim who benefits from a different perspective.

But let’s start with Douglas Adams.

Why?

Because Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy starts with the demolition of Earth.

For things to really change, something must die. We have to clear the clutter of the old before there is room for something new. Death and rebirth are twins.

Arthur Dent is understandably upset that there is a yellow bulldozer advancing down his garden path bent on destroying his home. The beauty of it is that at the same time, the Vogon constructor fleet is advancing across the solar system to demolish the Earth to make way for a hyperspace bypass.

As above, so below.

I recently learned that there is a home in England that the owner refused to surrender to make way for a bypass (highway). I have to wonder if this is part of the inspiration for the story, and whether Ian Anderson’s song about a farm on the freeway was similarly inspired.  

Dent is in his bathrobe, bleary-eyed from a night at the pub railing against the lack of notice and injustice of the proposed demolition. I have to tell you that this is what I read when I am depressed.

My depression, like Cricket’s, is downright perky. Most people wouldn’t notice that I was depressed, usually. But when it happens, I can’t get past the part where:

 ”"Yellow,” he thought. The word yellow wandered through his mind in search of something to connect with.

Fifteen seconds later he (Arthur Dent) was out of the house and lying in front of a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden path.”

I giggle just inserting that here.

(There is a God. The whole thing seems to be on the net now. See http://www.globusz.com/ebooks/Hitchhikers/00000012.htm)

I could write a book on H2G2. But my purpose is to point out that Adams writing points to human evolution. In fact, in the very next paragraph:

“Mr L Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he didn’t know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.”

That’s about how much homo caelestis (Spider Robinson’s term) and homo illuminatus (Arjuna Ardagh’s term) are likely to relate to us. It’s pretty much a matter of perspective. Or, as Douglas Adams wrote:

“Ford Prefect knew that it didn’t matter a pair of dingo’s kidneys whether Arthur’s house got knocked down or not now. ”

 

“What the caterpiller calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”

 - Richard Bach, Illusions

 

The reason I hesitated to include Adams, is that his version of what is next is more of the same world we know, but on a galactic scale. But then, that is one way to get started thinking about humanity’s Next Step.

Adams talks about evolution this way:

“The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question “How can we eat?” the second by the question “Why do we eat?” and the third by the question “Where shall we have lunch?” 

Hence, the third book is called The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

 

Tom Robbins’  Jitterbug Perfume is about immortality.

Mmm hmm. Just that.

However, he still has us in these same bodies. They can just do more.  

It is very clear that Robbins is a student of rebirthing breathwork, specifically the sort evoloved by Leonard Orr. Orr taught, still teaches, four element purification – earth, the body; air, the breath; fire, sex; and water, the emotions. Wiggs Dannyboy pontificates on each in the book. It’s pure Orr. I’ve studied him. Leonard Orr wrote Physical Immortality. Good topic for a Scorpio man.

Alobar and Kudra follow practices that are meant to clear the body, mind and spirit for rebirth.

The book begins with Alobar finding a grey hair in his beard. In his pre-Christian kingdom, as soon as the king shows signs of age, he is killed and a new, young king is chosen. At Beltane, by the way.

Alobar rebels against tradition and escapes with the help of his concubine, Kudra. I haven’t read this one in a while, though I’ve read it through many times. Somewhere along the line, he mates with Wren, as well. (Polyamory, yes.)

Eventually, Alobar and Kudra learn to dematerialize and show up somewhere else. Robbins describes how they kind of fade from one place and into another. Pan, the god of the rut, the goat god, the God that Christianity blasphemously turned into our modern day devil, has done the same, but for different reasons. No one believes in him any more. All the nature spirits are dying because we’ve ignored them.

No wonder we have sexual issues in our culture! But don’t get me started. Read Robbins. Read Heinlein. Read Robinson. That’s a whole ‘nother book. Read other blogs for more on this.

Immortality may not be the immortality of this particular body that we seem to currently be in. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s not. But all of these authors point to some kind of trancendence, something beyond the body and a way of continuing our awareness and evolving – that death is not something to be feared. It’s just the Next Step. That’s one of the things I love  about Steven’s IAM Meditation, Zooming in on Death.

This is not “I hate my body, so I’ll deny it” of some types of aceticism. This is more from love than fear. I love my life, how do I continue to enjoy it, increase my awareness of what is possible, connect more with others?

So, again, I won’t try to reproduce every enlightened thought in the book here. Read it for yourself.

Arjuna Ardagh uses the term homo illuminatus in his book Translucent Revolution to indicate human beings whose Light is shining brightly and clearly through them and into the world. You won’t believe some of the people on his list. Obviously, Eckhart Tolle, Byron Katie and the Dalai Lama fit that, but Sam Walton? George Zimmer? Hmm.

Enlightenment in business, education, relationships and several other areas of life are the organization of Ardagh’s book. Sidebars debunk various spiritual myths that many new agers still believe, like that if you’re enlightened you don’t have health problems anymore. Hmm, ask some of the world’s most famous enlightened beings about that sometime.

Ardagh has a new book out, too. I haven’t read it yet. But I imagine I’ll be letting you know what I thought, as soon as I do.

In Translucent Revolution we have real life, current day examples of what it would look like to live from love instead of fear. To treat others as we would be treated. To understand that “other people” are really just aspects of ourselves. That this is One World, One Heart, One Mind.

If you’re looking for a job, his list is a great place to start.

So Ardagh’s book is about how some of us are sharing enlightenment now in our work, our families, our educational systems, etc. 

 

Spider Robinson, oh Spider Robinson!

You know, I have spent a lot of the last 6 or 7 years reading Spider Robinson, just amazed that I didn’t find some of them sooner. I check the copyrights and some of them have been out for 20 years. Ah well. Timing is everything and this must have been mine.

http://www.spiderrobinson.com/

I’m not going to include his latest  greatest, Variable Star in this blog. I think that’s another one that will get a blog of its own someday. And I’ve only read it once – so far. It’s written from an outline found in the estate of Robert A. Heinlein.

God seems to speak to me through my computer battery these days. Oh, I’m plugged in to a wall outlet, but the battery is blinking and the connection is being weird and I was just thinking how I should go get some salad for lunch before it gets too late.

sigh

Spider Robinson’s Callahan books, as well as DeathKiller  (a combination volume of MindKiller and Time PressureTime Pressure is the one that skeptics and those who are afraid that joining minds with others would be the worst thing that could ever happen will want to read.) LifeHouse, and most especially StarDancer (all 3 volumes Star Dancer, StarSeed and StarMind) all have some kind of story about human evolution that echoes ACIM’s injunciton that “A sense of separation from God is the only lack you need to correct.”

StarDance is kind of the science fiction version of the books I did not include here today (A Course in Miracles, Starseed Transmissions, The Door to Everything, Celestine Prophecy, and Illusions.) There is more moral and spiritual evolution to Robinson’s ideas.

“Forgiveness shows us that minds are joined.”

- A Course in Miracles

Yes.

Some of us can digest truth best when disguised as fiction. That’s why I am attempting to write my story as fiction, too. We’ll see how that goes. I’m more of a blog writer, an email writer,  than a storyteller.

Minds really join in StarDance. In fact, they do so to save the planet, just like they did in the Callahan series. Robinson’s version of human evolution, and you’ll see that twice in this blog I have mistyped and written “evoloved.” When I read that, I decided to leave it. I think there’s something to the idea.

Robinson has the more “evoloved idea,” as I see it. Tomorrow, I will post the Prologue to LifeHouse. It is something like the best erotica I ever wrote for myself. StarDancer is most clearly about evolovution (hmm). In DeathKiller (MindKiller & Time Pressure) the evolution has happened and humans of our ficton encounter humans from the future.

Since my computer has decided that it is lunch time, I’ll leave you to read it yourself. I’ve also blogged more about the details elsewhere.

This blog is searchable. There’s a box over there on the right. Type “Spider Robinson” or anything else you are interested in, and you can find things more easily.

Peace and long life, Ann

“We are One in the Spirit. We are One in the Lord.
We are One in the Spirit. We are One in the Lord.
And we pray that all Unity may one day be restored.
And they’ll know we are human by our Love, by our Love.
Yes, they’ll know we are human by our Love.
 

 -Learned in Chi Rho youth group in the 70’s.

Yes, they sang “Christian.” Same thing, said Pooh.