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Gaining Experience Points

Assuming that simply being alive and making any kind of progress is a never-ending hamster wheel, an ouroboros where the outcome you worked diligently toward is swallowed up in the gaping maw of the next problem, challenge, or opportunity, there’s a certain point in any cycle where it seems unlikely that you’ll make it back around to the starting point. Think of it like that moment when the tilt-a-whirl hits its maximum spin and you hit the metal side of the car with a lurch in your stomach that anticipates but doesn’t quite expect the reverse cycle to kick off.

More often than not, those pause points or moments of relative uncertainty function as epiphany enablers. Like a song in a Broadway musical, they introduce plot devices that take you from one point-of-view (like you’re really mortal enemies) to one diametrically opposed (like now you’re madly in love), without the benefit of developmental dialog and/or theatrical business in between.

Given that, and in the absence of any solid way to measure evolution, how do you actually know you’re making any kind of progress whatsoever? Do the problems get smaller, does your calm take an increasingly larger percentage of your time, are your vital signs like blood pressure, sugar, and activity antibodies more in line with acceptable standards from reputable medical authorities?

A lot of the world’s spiritual traditions suggest that you don’t really know you’re making any headway until you stop thinking about making headway. The best of them even say that making progress is the easiest way to know you’re not making progress. In Soto Zen, for example, the practice is the outcome. You don’t meditate to transform yourself into an enlightened being, a bodhisattva, because you already are one. Just sitting, shikantaza in Japanese, is the enlightenment of just practicing. Shunryu Suzuki said we’re all perfect, we could just use a little improvement. Mac Rebennack might have agreed, saying “You’re on the right trip, but in the wrong car.” In any case, the trick is to arrive without travelling, right?

But what does that really mean? If there’s nowhere to go, and time is mere artificial construct, a house of mirrors reflecting forward and backward in the House of Now, then why are so many of us interested in self-improvement and self-awareness, and so battle-worn resisting self-interest, self-doubt, self-aggrandizement, and self-pity?

Self-help is a mega-million dollar industry built on the history of human fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of death, fear of not being enough, fear of dying without living. As if you had a choice. UG Krishnamurti, the other Krishnamurti, said we are all asking a question we already are able to answer. We just don’t like the answer – and want somebody else to tell us we don’t have to do any work on ourselves by ourselves. Once you stop asking questions, he said, you no longer need any answers. You just live. Until you don’t.

Do we really want to live forever? What for? What do you think you’ll get done in the next two to three hundred years that you haven’t managed to screw up already? We don’t want to learn, to become wise, to reach enlightenment. Because when we do, all the great religious traditions tell us we become one with the divine. That’s what atonement (at-one-ment) really means, after all. You can’t really take the salt back out of salt water once you’ve dissolved it. If you could, what’s the point? Isn’t that like imagining you get more than one once in a lifetime opportunity?

Once you get the chance to level up, some traditions say the best course is to hold off on that advancement until everyone else gets there too. But if you’ve ever played Dungeons & Dragons, you understand that the only way to not keep accumulating experience points is to die. It’s only when you’re dead that the rest of your squad has an opportunity to catch up with you. And some beings take a lot longer than others and gain points in different ways. We don’t all regenerate hit points or magic in the same way, nor do we advance levels at the same rate. In that respect, we’re not all created equal. Each of has our own set of skills, our selected bag of tricks, that give us a myriad of complex, complementary, and often contradictory means to accomplish our objectives. We don’t even necessarily have the same objectives – except of course to remain alive at the end of the quest.

You go with what you know. And you go into what you don’t know. And as is often said, unless you know where you’re going, there’s not much point in choosing who you need along for the journey. In the same way you don’t measure the quality of a goldfish by its ability to climb a tree, you don’t need an elephant to help you on a long sea voyage.

Sometimes, though, it’s the skills you don’t know you need in your party that make all the difference. Once again, Dunning-Kruger plays a part. If you don’t know anything, you don’t even know what you don’t know. So how do you know who should lead you, or when you need to lead, or follow?

You get to roll the dice. Isn’t that enough for now?

08 APR 2025

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A Wick, Awake, Awoke, A Wake

Does a candle concern itself with how much of its body and substance remains as it burns? Is the wick bothered with its lifespan, ever shortening as it turns to ash, smoke, and light?

Are we really that much different? Aleister Crowley among many other things, some much more cohesive and comprehensible than others, once said that if you love life, you mustn’t waste time – as that was the only true measure we had for it. But is that true? Our bodies certainly keep track of time we spend asleep and often use that aggregate sum against us. But do we actually have a way of counting the hours and minutes we spend not sleeping through this life? And further, when we break down the hours we spend with eyes open, do we have meaningful subtotals for the time we consciously are paying attention to the details of what is happening around us?

Are we in fact “woke” whenever we are awake? Merriam-Webster defines “awake” simply as “not being asleep.” But we slip into other territory when we consider that it also suggests as synonyms being “alive, aware, cognizant, conscious, and sensible.” These words per MW mean “having knowledge of something,” but awake implies that one has become alive to something, right? And if you’re alive to the injustice happening around you, to social prejudices and inequities, to wrongs committed in the name of right and might that should otherwise be left to history’s sad chapters of hiccups or roadblocks to evolution, then what exactly is the opposite? To be “dead”? In a way, yes. Or if not dead, then at least very, very dull and lifeless, unable to be aroused from the slumber of convenience, custom, or culture.

Krishnamurti suggested that if one is stupid, it is meaningless to run around thinking or saying, “I’m going to become smart, I’m going to gain wisdom.” That is tantamount to repeatedly running your head into a brick wall. It’s impossible, according to the Dunning-Kruger effect, to recognize that you are not intelligent or knowledgeable about a subject without knowing something about the subject in the first place. In other words, you may know that you are dumb, but exactly how dumb, and about what? You have no basis for knowing.

The only way, Krishnamurti suggests, is not by working harder or studying more diligently or even drilling yourself with subject matter – unless you start with the right subject. And that’s the tricky part, right? To become smart, you need to examine the areas and ways in which you are stupid. To truly understand your limitations, Dirty Harry-style. Until you know, really Know, how and why you think the way you do, it’s impossible to even consider the possibility of changing that. You can walk around with your eyes open, but unless you understand what you’re looking at, and why it draws your attention, you’re not really awake, are you?

For that reason, being mindful of what’s going on around is usually of limited value. You’re not awake, you’re attending a wake, reading a Kaddish for someone you don’t even really know, observing that you are observing without really knowing what you’re looking at.

There are a lot of self-help “gurus” out there giving advice on the best place to start this “journey to awakening.” Let’s be honest. Most of their suggestions are always a little obtuse. They suggest that lighting your inner candle is like switching on a lightbulb by flipping a switch. The wiring that supports such an activity is hidden in the walls, in the same way a candle’s wick is concealed within a pillar of wax. You can get yourself out of the dark with a flick of a finger or the striking of a match, but you’re only opening your eyes. You still need to get out of bed and walk to the library that is life all around you. You have to actually connect – and by doing so, let go of the idea of self and recognize that anything you know is possibly by being known, anything that can happen does happen, and everything that is, is really part of a much larger nothing.

I read this morning a quote, “Don’t judge someone because they sin differently than you.” Never mind that some “sins” are considered much worse than others. Pedophilia is more wicked than simply cheating on your mate, right? Murder is higher on the heinous scale than letting your dog do their business on your neighbor’s lawn. Right? Never mind that the first step in even considering this proposition at all is becoming aware of, recognizing, measuring, and taking full responsibility for, your own sins – however you define that word (and we all apply varying definitions and names for it). That’s what being truly “woke” is actually about. Not being able to see and articulate what’s wrong with other people, or the world, but being able to accept your part in that. Imagining that if there is something wrong with the way the universe operates (or freely exists, if you don’t believe in anything so grandiose and engineered as operation), that it is completely due to the way you are. Being awake is a willingness to explore that error and correct it. And by doing so, saving the world.

07 APR 2025

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Tasters’ Choice

A light bulb glows because it’s fighting the power coursing through it. The harder it struggles, the brighter the illumination.

That’s the real magic of resistance. You don’t dispel shadows until you can taste the dark, and despite how delicious and overwhelmingly soothing, how easily it intoxicates your mind and makes you forget the sun even exists, you choose to spit it out.

We’re taught from birth to comply, to learn and appreciate certain boundaries. The limits of good taste, of honest work, of propriety and grace. At the same time, we’re shown an ideal – whatever its name or what it looks like, it’s a something that is boundless, limitless, usually invisible, and absolutely beyond the reach of cause and effect. It is supernatural, divine, almighty because it transcends beginning – and therefore, knows no end.

Of course, that makes it an illusion. That makes us yearn for something beyond space, past time, out in the great chasm of nothing, a part of ourselves that is like the thing we made up and have no proof has, does, will, or could possibly exist.

Permanence. As if that kind of power, if we had it even for a split second, is something we could wield, touch, use, or even comprehend. Look around you. This too shall pass. Mountains crumble, dynasties topple, governments and institutions fall into dust and rubble. Even a diamond, once a dinosaur trapped in an aspic of tar, compressed in the earth to an anthracite, then squeezed even further into a shiny piece of glass, is on its way elsewhere. There are no destinations, only journeys.

And no kind of travel is without hardship. That’s one of the reasons it’s so essential to experience places other than the one in which you were born, that safe cocoon that shields you, like an insulating sheath.

Hardship is the beginning of resistance. It is necessary for growth, for compassion, for understanding our interdependence.

Thinking creates the spark. You are the kindling. What are you saving that fuel for?

05 APR 2025

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Dream a Little Dream

We all dream big. Some say the biggest dreams come when you’re young, before the taint of impossibility seeps in through your culture, like osmosis. Others fain to suggest that age and maturity are the critical ingredients in a melange of imagination’s magic potion.

But some dreams are huge. So big that even if you’re the best musician you know, so good that even though playing your neighbor Ludwig Beethoven’s latest throw away piece is the best gig you can get in the 1700s, you’ll never be as good at it as Ludwig. Feel free to substitute your own vocation and heroic ideal here. Let that ruminate for a bit.

Now that dream is crushed. There’s not really a coming back from that, is there? So now what? Roll up your sleeves and give it the old college try? Regardless of how many stereotypes, misinterpretations, misconstruings, and all around minimization and dehumanization, are bound up in that statement, what would you do at that point?

It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Just a little, right? When you’re standing in the middle of the desert and someone is drawing a line in the sand, asking you to permanently choose one side or the other. An eternal moment kind of question, and one not be answered lightly or in any kind of calm whispered albeit insistent voice. In an instant the whole world can change. We are infinitely more impermanent than that. In so many different ways.

We all need some serious improvement if we’re going to make it. And I just don’t mean me and mine, a handful of people, or maybe those a lot like me. I mean everybody. This doesn’t work without all y’all.

Make your life worth dreaming for. No time like the present.

05 APR 25

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Get Busy and Die Trying

Every day when you wake up, it’s useful to believe that you’re going to get something done. Right? There’s an entire industry devoted to distributing planners, daily devotionals, tear-away calendars, thing of the day calendar reminders, and constant alerts to keep you on track, in focus, on the bandwagon. Not to mention a myriad of gurus, coaches, advisors, consultants, influencers, and other self-proclaimed experts to guide us as we toil. We seem to need a lot of constant prodding to keep us at our busyness, don’t we?

It’s a lot of work to be awake, isn’t it? Mindfulness is after all a full-time job. All that time paying attention (or as Krishnamurti put it, at tension). It’s supposed to be a way to reconnect, to rejuvenate, to synchronize our inner core with the parts of the universe from which it is made. And yet, when we “take time” to do anything that isn’t visibly productive, it always feels like theft. We’re absconding with those minutes and hours, pulling them away from their otherwise unfettered and absolutely useful purpose – to measure how much of our current manifestation remains available to us.

Add to that the idea that you are not this body, nor this mind. So who’s doing the minding? An aggregate of multiple sensations available for review only and exactly in this precise moment that has no permanent substance or form. You might as well be this body or mind, since they are equally as non-eternal. So nobody’s actually behind the counter; and in fact, the quickie mart that represents your 0 to 100 maximum acceleration in this lifetime isn’t really a thing at all. There’s nothing to mind, and nothing to mind it with.

OK. Take that a step further, and you walk straight into a series of contradictions or oxymorons. New and improved. If you’re new and fresh out of the crate each moment, the only thing you can possibly be is the best there is at that moment. Since time and space are merely convenient abstracts, there are no used to be’s or never was. There’s nothing to improve. If you’re improved, there was something that once existed that is now available in a fancy updated configuration – so it’s not New.

We take these paradoxes to be self-evident. There are roomfuls of mystical writings filled cover to cover with this kind of mumbo-jumbo. The more difficult a thing is to understand, we say, the more profound it is likely to be. Of course, we’re not completely sure. It’s like when you stand in front of a painting and nod knowingly, pretending that you get not only where the artist is coming from, but the language they used while visiting and what souvenirs were available at the duty-free gift shop on their way back. The truth is that we don’t actually know anything. But that can be a good thing. At least our religious traditions tell us so; after all, don’t they all have some reference to filling an empty cup but making a mess out of trying it on a full one?

When you can snatch the pebble from my hand, you will be ready to leave. But the secret is that there is no pebble and no hand. There’s no magic spell or esoteric ritual or hidden wisdom. There is just here and now. Again and again and again.

Enlightenment, salvation, epiphany, realization, awakening – there’s nothing to it. Really: there’s Nothing to it. You do it every day without even being conscious of doing anything.

Tag. You’re it.

03 APR 2025

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Talking Loud is Saying Nothing

When you start writing about your life, who are you writing for? Who is your audience? It takes a certain amount of conceit to believe that anyone is or will ever be interested, of course, but say we’re past that hurdle. Who is reading this now?  I know a whole lot of people, having had human encounters now for 60 years. But we may have never met in the flesh. I may not know your name or what you look like. And your only experience of me may be through these words, or through words or images you’ve seen elsewhere that take some sort of stab at describing me or my actions in this life.

But RD Laing suggested that’s really all we have anyway. Our experience of each other – not any kind of deep knowing or grokking, but a projection of ourselves that like the filter of a historian colors whatever I see of you to be whatever I think you most likely should be. We are impressionists, not photo-realists. To be honest, most of us haven’t even developed any skill at all with brushes or other artistic implements, and are busy dirtying our hands with paint on recycled construction paper. We look to philosophers to be our abstract expressionists. We stand in front of their works and nod our heads knowingly, but all the while are really confused as to what is being communicated. Because, of course, communication can only occur between equals. Between parties that consider the other party a useful equivalent to themselves. When we really talk, it’s to ourselves.

Interestingly enough, that conversation can actually be useful. When the student is ready, the teacher appears. It may also be true that when the teacher is ready, students appear. Everything is just one end of a stick. Everything else is the other end. There is no cause without an effect, nor effect without a cause. As I’ve said before, it’s turtles, all the way down.

The nice thing about talking to yourself is that you’ve got a captive audience. No matter how you try, it may be possible to dull the sound, or temporarily hit the mute button, but ultimately, because the sound of your own voice is created first instead your head before it hits your vocal chords, you can’t turn off the endless stream of chatter you provide yourself on a daily basis. Honestly, even listening to the void, or emptiness, or Nothingness, is still using your brain to kick-start something.

 So maybe everything we write is just an extension of that self-talk. We throw our thoughts on paper just to prove to ourselves that we have them in the first place. The only thing we actually have of ourselves, if you consider the Buddhist idea that we’re just temporary aggregates anyway, with no permanent or abiding substance, is our experience of ourselves. It’s not, as Descartes put it, that “I think, therefore I am.” It’s that we are what we think we are, and nothing more. Once we stop thinking about it, that sense of separate identity, individual essence, isolation, smallness, and independence slips away. Form is nothingness. Nothingness is form. It’s not that we realize our connectedness or interdependence, either. Those words and concepts become meaningless, irrelevant. Remember, it’s two ends of the same stick. And there’s no stick.

Rumi said, “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.”

But a true conversation with our self is beyond even that field. There are no words or sounds or even vibrations. Just the ghosts of who we thought we were once, communicating via osmosis to projection of who we think we are now, translated by who will believe we will someday become.

02 APR 2025

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The Salmon in the Streambed

About 30 years ago I wrote something almost every single day: poetry, essays, lengthy monologues. I hung out with writers and attended a weekly open mic poetry reading. Like when I’m in a band, I write songs for that band to play. I thought a lot about “stream of consciousness” and usually just started writing until I stopped. Some interesting things developed as a result that’s for sure.

But it makes me wonder – when people say stream of consciousness, what exactly do they mean? And how, exactly, is consciousness anything BUT a stream? Is it ever a lake, or ocean? Can it also be a mud puddle, a leaky faucet, or a urinal? When we say we regain consciousness, are we talking about a merely awake state or an awoken one? If you are truly conscious, are YOU even really there? The Buddhists and some Hindus suggest that what you perceive, what you are conscious of at that lower level, is a mere aggregation of sensate objects and receivers, with no permanent or underlying substance whatsoever. Not a void or nothingness, but simply an absence of uncaused phenomenon.

Is there really any other place where we exist, EXCEPT in the streambed of inspiration, as the Celts would have put it? In that sense, does a fish comprehend the nature of water any more than a bird appreciates the nature of air? A medium for temporal energy dispersion, nothing more, and the outside that makes the inside stay where it is, at least when we’re not really conscious of how we are interdependently connected to each and every other thing across all time.

Imagination, creativity, inspiration, exultation, joy, happiness. Are these things actually anything other than the perception of truly being alive – those moments when the dull dust of every survival is rubbed clean away and we are able to connect fully to the universe? As I wrote a while ago, a place where “we are not lost in these woods, nor are they lost in us.”

If we are REALLY all connected, is it possible for any of us to actually disconnect? Or is that simply another illusion, a deception we buy into when we need for whatever reason some “alone” time? That’s another oxymoron, isn’t it? Alone time. If time is a never-ending spool that stretches back into the past and forward into the future, ad infinitum, with only a spec of a dot at the point where the Speed of Now creates the coordinates that look like us, how could we EVER really be alone? Wouldn’t we be co-existing not only with every other thing throughout time itself, but also ourselves in whatever the smallest increment of evolutionary change we can imagine might be?

So, is consciousness a stream? If it’s not a stream, is it consciousness? If we claim to be awake, or awoken, what is the state in which we are not? Is that not also part of the stream?

01 APR 2025

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