Archive for January, 2008

Tour Dates Coming Soon

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 30th, 2008 at 9:18 am by Stuart Davis

Song of The Day: Rita / Willy Porter
Word of The Day: Peradvertence / extreme care in attention

I’m happy to say in the next few days I’ll be posting confirmed concert dates for spring. I’ll be with a full band for all shows, and we will be in these cities on the first leg of the tour in March:

Minneapolis
Duluth
Milwaukee
Madison
Rockford
Chicago
Des Moines
Iowa City
Omaha

I’m quite excited to be back on stage. More soon!


I Ate Some Glass

This entry was posted on Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 at 4:33 pm by Stuart Davis

Song of The Day: Sick of Myself / Matthew Sweet
Word of The Day: Sorbile / Liquid (and therefore drinkable)

Yesterday I was helping my wife unload groceries. We dropped the bag with olive oil and pistachios. The glass bottle of olive oil hit the pavement and broke, soaking the pistachios. I love pistachios. AND olive oil. I knew we could not salvage the spilled oil, but I saw no reason to throw out those nuts.

Olive oil and pistachios. I bet that tastes great -I thought- and took the nuts into the house. And ate them. And ate them. And they DID taste great. Not a combination you find often -but a spectacular pairing. Olive oil- flawless, organic, extra virgin olive oil. My palate’s launch pad. And pistachios, one of the most delectable, addictive foods out there. You earn that flavor. You open each one, and are rewarded for the effort with an emerald treasure. This is FANTASTIC, I congratulated myself. My discovery. Olive oil and pistachios. Together! So YUMMY. And SO crunchy. More crunchy than… than normal.

Are these nuts dirty or something, I wondered a full fifteen minutes into eating them? Five hand fulls into eating them. It’s like there’s tiny rocks in there or something. Or dirt? Dirty rocks? What is that?

Glass.

That’s what.

That’s what was so crunchy. The glass from the bottle of olive oil was mingled in with all that delicious oil and nuts. And now a lot of it was no doubt in my throat and tummy and G.I. tract.

People eat glass, right? Circus types and what-not?

No side effects so far, aside from a wilting anxiety.

I threw the rest of the nuts out, by the way.

Fool me once.


The Focus

This entry was posted on Friday, January 25th, 2008 at 6:50 am by Stuart Davis

Song of The Day: Over My Head (Cable Car) / The Fray
Word of The Day: Xenagogy / A guidebook for visitors or strangers

It’s 3am. Can’t sleep. I wouldn’t say I have insomnia. Just went to bed at 10 and woke up at 3. Woke up after dreaming of Egypt. Thousands of years ago.

Why?

Yesterday I really had to calm the f*$k down. Some days it’s a fine line between passion and obsession. Sometimes I start out studying something and end up strangling it. It’s always been that way. When I started writing songs, I couldn’t just write one now and then. I would come home from school, go directly to the basement, and write from 4pm until I collapsed at the end of every night. For about ten years. When I started studying classical guitar, I would play scales for six hours a day. Every time I’ve written an album, I’ve locked myself in a room for weeks and months. When I began touring, I’d drive 60,000 miles year, criss crossing the country for a decade. 1,000 shows. WTF? More than once I nearly died on the road. Driving stubbornly through floods, ice storms, tornadoes, blizzards, lightening. I marvel that I’m typing this right now.

The list goes on. Focus or obsession?

Painting. Meditation. Drinking. Languages. Drugs. Reading. Sex. Cleaning. A part of me doesn’t seem to be able to casually explore. It has to consume.

Every asset becomes a liability. It’s a classic struggle between *depth* and *balance*

I want to be balanced, I honestly do. I want to be SO balance. The MOST balanced, EVER!! I want to be so WHOLE it tears me a-PART! Kidding. Right? I LOVE so many parts of life. Being a father, husband, friend. Such an unspeakable miracle, just to wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night. Playing Polly Pockets with my daughter? Without equivocation, one of the greatest things a human can do while alive on Earth. To the core.

The problem is not that I don’t want balance over a range of things in life. It’s good to eat right. Exercise. Meditate. Have some fun. Party now and then, misbehave, then return to center. But my center pulls to the margins. Hard. This f8$cking center *swerves*. It has missing blocks of time.

Here’s a classic example. There was a time in my life when I discovered a kind of pretzel I liked. A pretzel I really, really liked. Wege Hard Pretzels. I ate them. I ate them to the exclusion of all other foods. Except Squirt pop. Wege Hard Pretzels and Squirt pop. That was my entire diet. For weeks. One day I became quite ill. Even then, I was oblivious to the way I’d created my condition. I went to the doctor. He examined me, and said “What have you been eating?”. OH….. It suddenly made sense. I told him, and he looked at me like I was the idiot that I actually am. I wondered why, seeing my own behavior reflected in his face, why my face did not have that expression more often. I sat in the doctor’s office and for a second, using co-located astonishment, it occurred to me there was something fundamentally stupid about me. Why would a person eat only Wege Pretzels and Squirt pop for weeks on end? It doesn’t make sense. Nearly any way you size it up. It’s certainly not mature. But my appetite for these two staples was insatiable. It wasn’t was a nuanced combination. Carbonated fructose corn syrup. Processed wheat. Salt. It was probably less the presence of those ingredients than it was the absence of others (like protein, water…) that made me ill. Still…

When I reflect on examples like the pretzels and squirt pop, that relentless drive looks dumb. Self destructive, maniacal. There is a litany of even less flattering examples. Most of them from sex and drugs and rock and roll. All of them stemming from the Focus that won’t be deterred. The Focus. Even when it’s doing something negative. Especially when it’s doing something negative?

But that’s the thing about this feature, this relentless *drive*. It doesn’t make distinctions. It doesn’t judge. I’m not saying I don’t make distinctions. I can. I do. I judge some things as better than others. But this aspect has always had a way of taking over, and when it gets “in there”, it doesn’t ask the kind of questions that other aspects would. Questions like; Is this healthy? Could it be deadly? Is it legal?

And so on.

It would be easy at this point to just say that aspect -The Focus- is bad. But it’s just being what it is. It’s just doing what it does. It naturally inhabits its nature. It has actually been responsible for most of the good in my life as well.

Because The Focus stays. To the END. It does not relent. It is not distracted, deterred, or dissuaded.

No other aspect could finish a great song. Ten hours into it. A week into it. The Focus has the same potent resolve ten days into the creative process as it did the first minute of it. It can sit in meditation for a week. A month. It can paint, write, edit, play, drive, and engage FOREVER. It isn’t even accurate to say it goes until the body gives out. It actually keeps going when the body gives out. How many times have I been editing a video for 18 hours, then collapse and sleep, but the Focus makes a seamless transition into the dreaming state? It is still working the video editing system in the subtle realm. And it is doing a BETTER job, unencumbered by corporeal form.

So funny. So true.

Same with meditation, music, painting. There is a part of the self that is not merely a cognitive fixation. It has a wider, deeper station. It keeps doing its thing while the body, mind, and emotions drop in and out. The landscape of those aspects undulate while the Focus maintains unbroken contact with the subject of its Love.

Here’s why. That focus apprehends something about encryption that other parts of the self do not. The Focus knows a unique feature of reality is also a facet of Reality. The part has the Whole. That eureka is ecstatic. Any quality is utterly singular, but because the Focus dives so deep, the particular reveals the Universal. The spec becomes spectacular. The dot goes nova. This experience is not intellectual, or theoretical. It’s inexplicable but undeniable. It also can’t be duplicated, which is what makes the game fun. The way the Vault opens this time is not the way it opens next time. It is a transfiguration of experience that only yields itself to the Awareness that Remains. What studies awareness is studied by Awareness. The Focus is not synonymous with the Witness. There is an attention to detail -an order of magnification- that distinguishes it from the simple Observance of States. It does abide like the Witness, through the climates of the personality, the passing states and phases of being. But it also teases apart the details and co-mingles with the ephemera in a way that is taboo for the Witness.

Of course it has its pathological and healthy modes. But it doesn’t care. I can look at it and go:

What the f*$k were you doing eating Wege Pretzels and Squirt pop for weeks on end? That’s so ridiculous. You’re an embarrassment.

But the Focus isn’t embarrassed. It replies:

You never know. There’s Something in Everything.

Really? Come on. You’re gonna wax mystical on Pretzels?

That’s your problem. Categories. You *start* by saying “Pretzel”. When you decide what something is before you know it, you divest it of its Secrets. You have to Focus on not knowing. I discovered Something in those things you call pretzels.

What?

Can’t explain. It’s ineffable. But unmistakable.

You’re full of shit.

No. I’m full of Secrets. Don’t be such a cynic. Those pretzels told me a secret.


Toxic Rocks It

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008 at 2:36 pm by Stuart Davis

Song of the Day: Toxic / Britney Spears
Word of the Day: Meow!

Sure. Today I’m eating raw celery and drinking lots of water. But I’m listening to Toxic by Britney Spears. I’m de-toxing to Toxic. Is that non-twoality or some Skwit?

It’s the third chord in the first half of the chorus that really gets me on that song. It’s nearly Arabian, or Egyption, that modality. You don’t usually get that in pop music. But every now and then the radio gives you a Kashmir. A Union Of The Snake. A Toxic.


Carpenters Crush The… (insert your favorite band here)

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008 at 2:21 pm by Stuart Davis

Song of The Day: We’ve Only Just Begun / Carpenters
Word of The Day: Mordacious / Biting or inclined to bite

It’s Carpenters, by the way. Not “the” Carpenters. Just Carpenters. And yes, they thought about it. A LOT. Let’s honor their choice. Carpenters. Maybe your ‘fraidy cat band needs a definite article to pave the way for their moniker, but not Carpenters. Their name stands free, unqualified. It’s that strong.

Carpenters.

KAREN Carpenter. Can you believe her voice? I have been fascinated with her lately. She’s always held a certain gravity at Henson Studios, where I’ve recorded my last three albums. Carpenters recorded lots of their biggest stuff at Henson, and in fact (this is true) she is reported to haunt studio A. Or is it C? Which ever one, there is an enormous crystal stone mounted on the wall, which was placed there in order to placate her spirit, which was reportedly disrupting a lot of the audio equipment. There are numerous ghost stories at Henson.

But what’s scary is how INSANELY GORGEOUS Karen Carpenter’s voice. God. I wanna be buried in that sound. If I had met her when she was alive, I would have ravenously consumed shrink-pills, becoming miniature, allowing me to crawl inside her throat whenever she sang Close To You.

Her voice is AMAZING. It is just so f*#!ing pristine, mellifluous. It’s flawless. What is also stunning is that Carprenters became HUGE at a time when Jimi Hendrix and dozens like him were turning the World into their rock ‘n roll play ground. Nothing could seem more antithetical to “Hey Joe” than “Rainy Days and Mondays” must have been, but there you have it. And what you may not know is that Carpenters were HUGE. How big? It has been calculated Carpenters sold over 100 MILLION UNITS around the World. One hundred million. Let’s put that in context.

Carpenters are about 25-50 MILLION units beyond acts like:

The Brittany Spears
The Van Halen
Osmonds
The Metallica
The Bob Seger
The Alanis Morisette
The Nirvana
The Pearl Jam
The Tom Petty

I’m drinking more water lately. I’m pretty sure I’ve been slightly dehydrated for years. Watch the color of your urine, people. Watch it.


The Secret: The Spirituality of Narcissism

This entry was posted on Friday, January 18th, 2008 at 1:54 pm by Stuart Davis

“Let me know Your enormity, and my tininess
Help me see Your infinity and my finite-ness”

-Mike Doughty, His Truth Is Marching On

The Spirituality of Narcissism.

Song of The Day: Hyper-Ballad / Bjork
Word of the Day: Lygophilia / Love of Darkness

The Secret. It’s all the rage. The book and movie have garnered the enthusiasm of millions. Everyone from Oprah to Montel is extolling Rhonda Byrne’s spiritual juggernaut. The premise of The Secret is simple; The power of attraction. Like attracts like. What we think, what we feel, acts as a magnetic signal, attracting its correlate from the Universe. The Secret says our thoughts and feelings manifest that which we desire. In fact, according to the teachers of the Secret, this works 100% of the time, for 100% of the people who use it. The Universe responds to our wishes, providing whatever we desire. This is because “we create our own reality”, and The Secret says science confirms this.

As with most things, The Secret is a Good news / Bad news scenario. First, the good news. The secret is (partly) true. Our thoughts and feelings are of consequence, and positive thinking and feeling can significantly characterize our experience of reality, even influence the way reality unfolds. The Secret cites everyone from Martin Luther King to Einstein as examples of people who knew -and employed- The Secret. Martin Luther King had a dream. Einstein said God doesn’t play dice. And so on.

The Secret uses valid (but partial) suppositions such as:

Our thoughts and feelings are powerful

and inflates them to a Kosmic (and false) scale, giving us: Our thoughts are the most powerful things on Earth.

The secret takes a statement like

Thought can influence reality

and amplifies it to “Thoughts create reality.” Not just any thoughts, but YOUR thoughts.

(By the way, are you a rape victim? I guess you created that reality with your thoughts. Was your family member killed in Iraq? I guessed you created that experience for yourself so you could learn from it. Wow. You are one sadistic cat.)

The Secret takes a truth like

The Self is one with the Universe,

and then immediately inserts the wrong self; The Ego.

Throughout, The Secret conflates ego (the frontal structure, personality) with Self (an unbounded, unlimited reality which transcends but includes all qualities). In doing so it engineers an unabashed Spiritual Narcissism. Ego is God. The vicissitudes of your ego, its preferences, its unresolved cravings, become the vestments in a regressive ritual. See? It’s MAGIC. You caste a spell, voila’, the Universe responds. Cuz you’re God. Why exactly an entity that IS everything would need more is not clear, why a Divine Being that is all powerful would need to appeal to another power is perplexing, but.. To cement this Kosmic Delusion, The Secret hypnotically repeats “The Universe” and “Your thoughts, your feelings” until the two are braided into a phantasm that places your Ego squarely in the Center of Reality, in control of all that comes in and out of being. What do you want to do with your Divine Power? Free all sentient beings? Awaken every sister and brother from the Dream? Dissolve the source of suffering? No. You want cars. And girlfriends, and boyfriends, and a new red bike and a big new house.

The Secret snags the self by flattering it into masquerading as the Self. As an egomaniac, I can attest to the efficacy of that strategy. And also to its disastrous results.

Allow me to pause for a confessional tangent. Before you think I am positioning myself as some spiritual fundamentalist who thinks materialism is bad and “spirituality” is good, let me set things straight. Me, Stuart Davis? I LOVE money. I LOVE sex. I want a new house. I’ll take a shiny red bike. I want to be rich, powerful, and successful. And I do not apologize to anyone for that. I think the ego is good, I think it’s games are legitimate and should be engaged. You know what else? I want YOU to be rich. I want YOU to be successful, powerful, and have every wish in the circus of your imagination brought into reality. As long as we’re not hurting anyone else, I say let’s go to town. I am the first to stand up and shout “THE EGO IS NOT EVIL!! THE EGO IS NOT BAD!! IT HAS GOTTEN A RAW DEAL FROM SPIRITUALITY! LET THE EGO BE WHAT IT ITS!!!” In fact, the ego is quite literally one of the most astonishing miracles to occur in the history of Universe. No joke. Celebrate it. It’s time we ended the spiritual war with the ego, include it as another facet of the Beauty in our Being. Why would we leave anything out? The self counts. The ego matters.

I also have to say: The ego is not the Self.

The Secret is selling tools that supposedly fulfill wishes, dreams, desires. But WHOSE wishes? What LEVEL of desire? What DEPTH of dream?

Well, here’s what sucks about The Secret: There are many levels of self, but only one which THINKS, and that’s the Ego. Thinking, feeling, thinking, feeling, these two conductors are the hub for all The Secret espouses, and sadly thoughts and feelings (while important and valid) come from an extremely shallow dimension of the self. Because of this, the Secret deeply, sadly, entangles us further into suffering instead of liberating us from it. The source of suffering is delusion -the illusion of separateness. It gives rise to craving, longing, desire. It’s the illusion that we lack something that sends us on the Odyssey of Acquisition.

The Secret gives us a cure that’s worse than the disease. Its cure for craving is controlling craving. Its solution to hunger is famine. The Secret speaks to materialism, narcissism, and other afflictions of self by sanctifying them, exalting them. Rather than liberate us from the Source of Suffering, The Secret reenforces it. It anchors us in the shallowest level of our self (the Ego) and consecrates its preferences, its fantasies.

When someone asks you what you want, before you answer, ask yourself What level of me are they asking? What level of me am I going to respond from? If I had all the power to wish for anything in the Universe, what would I wish for? Who am “I” anyway?

It is dangerous to insert the ego in the place of the Self -the highest Self, the deepest Self, the one that is without a beginning or end. The ego -the subject- is a boundary. It identifies itself by what is inside or outside of it. Whatever is outside of the subject is an object. The small self is a dynamic aggregate of qualities and preferences, locating itself anew in each moment through a calculus of these subject / object distinctions ( I am this, I’m not that, I like this, I don’t like that, I want this, I don’t want that, this is me, that is not). The self depends entirely on boundaries.

Self, on the other hand, has no boundary. Self has no “other”. It cannot be reduced to any particular qualities or characteristics, but all qualities and characteristics rise and fall within it. Self includes vertical and horizontal coordinates that stretch as deep and wide as the Universe itself. It is true that all Reality arises from and dissolves into the Self. Not the ego, not the personality, not an individual, but the Self -the Groundless Ground of all Reality.

The ego is defined by preferences, identified by desires, determined by boundary.

The Self has no preferences, no desires, no lack, no inside, no outside. It includes all preferences, but is not defined by them. Desire arises within it, but it is not identified with it. Every imaginable boundary forms and dissolves within the Self, but never parses its not-two not-one Nature. This Self -entire seen and unseen Kosmos- is the native endowment of every human being. Our greatest depth is without bottom.

The good news: You can have your cake and eat it too. You don’t have to disown your self to be your Self. You have an ego. You are the Universe. But don’t confuse the two, and don’t let anyone else confuse them for you.

I have an ego, and it has desires, and it’s healthy and appropriate for that level of my being to seek fulfillment. My thoughts are powerful, and my feelings matter. But the Universe does not reconfigure reality to accomodate the personal preferences of my ego, my frontal structure, every time an impulse comes through my reptilian brain stem. That is not just narcissism, its KOSMIC narcissism, and that is what the Secret is selling. Kosmic narcissism, spiritual materialism of the WORST kind. First, by ensnaring me in my own ego with the promise of release, liberation from desire (while addicting me to it) and second by getting me to forfeit my Self for my self. Since my ego is now Divine, since my frontal structure is now Infinite -Stuart Davis is God- why on Earth would I ever bother with finding my Self? Actual awakening requires real development, years, decades of practice and evolution. Continually moving my Subject through ever-expanding, ever-inclusive transformations takes TIME and TROUBLE. Of course there is no such thing as time, but authentically realizing that takes time. Of course there is no such thing as suffering, but profound recognition of that Fact is exquisitely painful.

Authentic spirituality is not a vending machine that spits out cars, lovers, and shiny red bikes. It is not a wand we can wave to avert discomfort, or acquire power. Actual awakening increases intimacy with all suffering (and bliss), everywhere, without exception. It does not remove struggle, but increases our devotion to and stewardship of all Reality.

Again, to be clear: I, Stuart Davis, want to be rich. I want to be comfortable. I want lots of Prada shoes. Hell, as long as my cravings are satisfied, I want that for everyone. That’s not bad. I do not apologize for that, and this is not hyperbole.

But call a spade a spade. I work with my ego, but I don’t presume the Universe is reinventing itself moment to moment in order to comply with the minutia of my needy personality. There is the self, and then there is the Self. I go to my therapist for one, I go to the Point of All Places for the other.

I, the Self, which also includes Stuart but is not defined by him, was here before Stuart was born, and will be here after he dies. The Self is the end of Suffering, and operates through all discrete agents as a means to Awakening to Reality as it Is. I am that Self. I am radical, absolute freedom. Incorruptible. Immutable. Every imaginable thing is that Self, equally without exception. But not all things equally realize that. Not all beings are equally awake. There is development. There is evolution toward what already Is.

The Self is absolute freedom. The self is relative delusion. The Secret is appealing to the relative self and pretending it’s the absolute Self.

The Secret crowns the Ego as God (I mean, YOU create Reality, isn’t that amazing? YOUR THOUGHTS are INFINITELY influential), then makes two disastrous leaps.

#1, Now that you know YOU create your own reality through the spiritual enterprise that is “thinking, feeling”, what do you, the Creator, want to create with your thoughts? Wealth. Money, power, influence, status, and the luxury afforded the elite who amass fortunes. The Secret will teach you how. Odd, isn’t it, that your self is so spiritual and powerful, but what it chooses to Attract with its Law is money, houses, lovers. Not the liberation of all sentient beings, not relief for every creature, not the cessation of that which is the Source of Suffering (clutching, desire, greed arising from the illusion that there is an “other”), but a refinement of the Source of Suffering. A manipulation of it. The Secret turns Desire and Clutching into a technology you can wield, AND its Spiritual! The cure is worse than the disease.

#2, Since YOU create your own Reality (Oprah went to pains to stress and emphasize this point, and had Rhonda explicitly confirm precisely that phrase “we create our own reality”) you are responsible as the Source of whatever arises in your Reality. Every thing in your experience, you created (merely using thoughts and feelings! Wow). Many of you reading this right now may be astonished to finally understand you gave yourself cancer. You caused yourself to be raped, robbed, murdered, stricken with every malady in the canon of illness, beset with each kind of strife imaginable. The Holocaust? Just something Jews brought on themselves, as they each apparently created their own Reality. The Rape of Nanking? Bad Chinese, with their bad thoughts and feelings, simply created their own reality and thus caused the unspeakable murder of 350,000 innocent children, women, and men. Weird, the Reality people create for themselves, ain’t it?

Of course, it’s hard to overstate how cruel and insulting such a notion is. The impossibly sick premise that people in such situations create their own Reality is so obviously wrong, so self-evidently false to our basic intuition, that we can almost laugh it off. I mean, we could if Oprah -perhaps the most influential woman in the Western World- hadn’t gone to pains to repeatedly emphasize and confirm it with Rhonda Bynre to an audience of tens of millions. Tens of millions of people who literally orient their lives according to these sorts of “discoveries”.

There are not just many levels of smaller self (the ego is but one), but different spheres, or dimensions. The Secret is not only selling a shallow dimension of self, but it is also only acknowledges one aspect of self.

The Secret is working in one realm (interior individual). And it actually does a useful thing in that realm. Positive thought is important. We can change the way in which our thoughts and feelings symbiotically produce healthier behavior. That’s good. But there is so much more to the story. We have an inside, and an outside. We are individuals, and we are also social beings. These realms are all part of who we are. All four realms come together at once, they tetra-arise as Reality. No one domain “creates” the others. Each is indispensible. The interior of an individual (where thought occurs) does have correlates in the exterior of the individual (manifest as measurable biological change). We are beings with an inner and an outer worlds. But Reality is not composed of individuals. We are also collective beings, with shared interiors, or inter-subjective domains. Such as culture, collective consciousness, and all that goes with the inner World of We. That shared inner world is complemented by the outer world, the inter-objective domain of Nature, the biosphere, and all that can be seen and observed in corporeal form. These FOUR domains:

*The Interior of an Individual (where thought occurs, for instance)
*The Exterior of an Individual (the body, what can be measured and seen objectively)
*The Interior of the Collective (Culture, invisible features of mutuality, inter-subjective social)
*The Exterior of The Collective (Biosphere, planet, infrastructure, the inter-objective realm)

While The Secret promotes itself as the magic wand for everything, it actually deals with one part of one realm, and misrepresents itself while doing it (by substituting self for Self).

To claim any one of them “creates” the other is a disaster, and unfortunately fairly common occurance. Any time you find a discipline which FOCUSES on a particular domain (which is good) you find it is tempted or seduced into claiming that ONE quadrant is the only “real” one, or the only “true” one, or the only important one (which is bad). That is another of The Secret’s defects.. It takes one realm, one perspective (The Interior of an Individual) and claims it creates all the others. Wow. YOU, your thoughts, create your body. And the biosphere, and the entire culture, and history of the planet, origin of species, all the cities you could visit, all the planets in the Galaxy, all the Galaxies, all the… and so on. And its wrong. Sorry. Your thoughts, your feelings, while being important and valuable, are but two coordinates in one Quadrant.

Your thoughts and feelings are not the Source of Reality, but two of its features. You do not “create” your reality, you participate in it, and in certain circumstances, under particular conditions, you can influence it. And it is good and useful to cultivate that influence, to positively nurture those portions as much as possible, in the interest of love.

Rhonda Byrne’s Secret is bad Self-Help masquerading as mysticism. Broadly, “spirituality” can mean anything. So when we say spirituality, what level of spirituality are we talking about? What altitude of awareness are we coming from, what level of “spirit” are we referring to? I’m not saying The Secret is not spiritual. I’m saying it’s a very low-level of spirituality masquerading as a high one. What it uses as enticements (become wealthy, get a better job, get a lover) are very telling. It is appealing to a person’s desire to attain, acheive, and better their personal station. It is promising you a better STORY. And that is indeed one altitude of spirituality. But it’s the bottom, and inflating it can end up keeping people stuck in the cycle of suffering even longer. Because the self is addicted to its STORY. The Self is the end of all stories.

Now contrast The Secret with The Mystery. The Mystery, to me, includes all four domains (inner, outer, individual, collective) and does not privilege one over the other. It engages them as tetra-arising. It includes them as inextricably inter-woven, yet distinct in important ways. The Mystery includes every altitude in every domain, and values each of them, but also understand their differences. The Mystery includes every methodology, every ontology or Way of Knowing, but it also understands what they do, and what they don’t do. The Secret is but a method, and it will not set you free from The Story. In fact, it will probably suck you deeper into it. It promises money, power, increased attraction, and tells you it is “spiritual” practice. Your story could become so comfortable, why would you ever forfeit it?

Here is an important question: What level of YOU wants to get rich? What altitude of YOU wants a new house, a better lover, an improved Story?

Here’s what I feel is a healthier approach. Use the right tool for the right job. The right decoy for the right level. I think it is GOOD to improve our financial station. I think it is GOOD to have an exciting love life. That’s why I have a financial advisor. That’s why I see a therapist. I need to work on my self. I want to improve my relative reality. But I don’t need to invoke “the Universe” or quantum mechanics or magical-narcissistic mysticism to do so. That’s tremendously misguided. Want to find your Self? See Swami Sally. Want to get a new house? A better blow job? See Suze Ormon and Dr Ruth. Stop it with this Secret delusion. It’s offensive and detrimental to our work in the Mystery.

Perhaps worst of all, until we are truly FREE -free from the Source of Suffering, free from desire, clutching, the assault of our false identities and all their Stories- until we are that FREE, we cannot really be available to help others become FREE. And that my friends, is the hokey pokey.


Remembering

This entry was posted on Friday, January 18th, 2008 at 1:44 pm by Stuart Davis

Song of The Day: My Brown Guitar / XTC
Word of The Day: Impravable / Incorruptable

my eariest memory is lying on my back in the crib as an infant. i don’t remember wanting anything, needing anything. i wasn’t hungry, or in pain, or sleepy. i just remember the pattern of the ceiling as it was framed by the horizontal border of my crib. i heard people in the back ground. no idea what they were saying. nothing special about that moment, other than it’s as far back as my personal memory goes.

of course at night, when the three-layered veils reverse themselves, memory reaches much further back. it’s also more inscrutable. maybe even impersonal? that’s to say, who’s there after *this one* falls off to sleep? slow body drops out, subtle body drops in. our soul -Essential self- breaks free of a dense vibration of blood, meat, and bone -the odd housing of personality. the curtain opens on a different story. the soul has been gazing into a geological hour glass since before humanoid features were trendy. it’s been pacing a macra-dimensional labyrinth where touching a wall changes its shape, taking a step alters the form underfoot.

ask the personality what it remembers, and it recites a laundry list of snap shots. frozen moments that betray both its sad enslavement to sequence (when i was three, when i was five, in 1979, in 1982, etc) and its insufferably narrow point of view. it’s not its fault. personality suffers.

Aside: Why is that? the more limited a view is, the greater its pain, and the more inevitable its suffering. the bigger a perspective is, the greater its capacity for pain and the less likely it is to suffer from it. the personality can’t seem to get this twist: it’s what we EX-clude that creates suffering. the self is always trying to keep out what hurts. so it perpeuates and compounds its own suffering. if it were to radically IN-clude everything it would cease to suffer. it would hurt like hell, but it wouldn’t suffer.

if i ask you what do you remember? don’t we need to establish who you are? am i asking You the personality? You, the Essential Self? You, the GOD-FALL that dumps a Trillion gallons of ~?~¿~?~ into each quark every nano second of reality?

i’ll tell you right now i don’t like the word memory. no offence Memory, but to my mind nouns evoke a stasis that lulls discrete entities into a blase’ apathy. oh, there’s fixed *things* now? whew… we can all relax. the Universe is no longer threatening me with its Infinite Dynamism.

what is a noun but an incapacitated (assassinated) verb? are we in full understanding of the debilitating nature of such assumptions? do we really want to forfeit Reality every single fucking second of our lives in order to accommodate a lazy streak in the psyche? if there is a conspiracy afoot, its our small identity and its poisonous addiction to forming arbitrary divisions (fancy) and then defending them as the pillars of ‘the known’ (folly).

want to blend nicely into the Fraud that is waking consensus? all you have to do is divorce your self from 99.99% of your Native Endowment. beauty, depth, nuance -the most lethal threats to our precious, stable location. hold on to your nouns everyone! the morphine-drip for a fear-addled identity. on the other hand, you can tell the Zombies to take your fixed signifiers and shove them up their astronomical shadow. if you see a noun, keep digging til you hit the verb. i’m being somewhat inflammatory here (linguists, save your letters) but the POINT IS:

when it comes to tools, it helps to inquire: are we aware of them as objects, or do they operate invisibly in our subject? if they’re an object in our awareness, we can use them. they’re availabe to us (read: MORE LOVE). if they’re invisibly part of our subject, we are doomed to their asphyxiating effect (read: LESS LOVE).

i know what you’re asking. if i’m unaware of it, how am i supposed to work on it? that’s the nice thing about the Universe. it provides a feedback loop. it sends you messages, through other people. they’ll tell you things like “hey, you’re a dissociative asshole” or, “it feels good when you really listen to me” or “i like to be spanked” or “you have a drinking problem”. as we assemble these clues, we can use them to investigate our shadow! the best clues are verbs!

i’m just saying, there’s a lot of unexamined nouns being thrown around.

i digress.

a personality is on Auto-Pilot. it’s a Me-Bot. a knot of deluded impulses bundled with habituated preferences and conditioned responses. don’t get me wrong, it’s fun as shit. take it to vegas. walk it around a party. but don’t drag it around after the initial stages of sleep, don’t buy into its incessant blather during the day, and for God’s sake don’t sneak it into the Bardo. whatever you do, leave it with the body.

the personality has a very limited perspective. sometimes that’s fun -even useful. most times it’s a liability. you want the OPTION. if you can’t choose it, if you can’t leave it, it’s going to make you its Bitch.

an Essential Self on the other hand -that is, a healthy and well developed Essential Self- has quite an expansive radius of “I”. it’s intimate with its atmosphere. it is sensitive to what’s Present. it is Clear about the illusion.

a developed Essential Self engages what’s painful but doesn’t have to suffer it. the Essential Self is with whatever comes and goes, but isn’t dragged around by it. a healthy Essential Self performs photo synthesis for the Kosmic Atmosphere. simple respiration . it literally breathes the rising and falling Reality. transmutes Whatever Is.

ask the Essential Self -or well developed soul- what it remembers, and it doesn’t display a strand of ornaments decorating identity. the Soul conveys the summary of its ‘memory’ through its Being. it IS the summary of its memory.

the practice of the Essential Self is inter-penetrating this & that. it is weaving i & we, inside & outise. it studies the wound. it seeks the remedy, effortlessly. Remembering = the Anatomy of the Soul. if you want to Remember, inhabit your Self. it includes all that it has encountered. Remembering makes for a more useful Agent of LOVE.

from the Personality, the anatomy of the soul is a blur. the ego doesn’t have a fever, it IS a fever. through the Fever, the soul seems to traffic in bizzare currencies (spectrum of energies, matrix of modes, diaphony of decoys). they’re impossible to decode. they’re best dismissed and disparaged. the ego takes a peek through the soul and sees:

sanity < Reality

and wisely backs away from the precipice.

the personality clings to memories.

the Essential Self practices Remembering.

memories are part of our story. remembering dissolves our story.

provided there is the GIFT of an adequately developed Essential Self, its the Bodhisattva’s job to Remind & Remember. let the soul function fluidly in this Kosmic Chimera. IN THE SERVICE OF LOVE.

the soul is beset with puzzles a personality -literally- cannot imagine. an Essential self can’t walk its Riddle without simultaneously reconfiguring it. if you thought a Rubic’s Cube was hard, ask your soul what it’s like performing the Calculus of Decoys that accompany every moment. every “correct” solution spontaneously alters the next set of clues. the soul studies the multiplication of meaning, but these are not inanimate integers. there are no dead Puzzles in the Mystery. no objective games for the Witness to sharpen its skills against. every spec is the spec of Presence. the soul sees the travails of the personality and shrugs.

it’s counting clicks that cycle from big bang to big crunch. while we pine over fleeting gratificiation and passing status, the soul acquires the Equanimity to study the Twinship of Something and Nothing.

end note:

this week I finished a new painting of two crows. in this painting, these two crows are just barely touching. it took a week to paint, but about five minutes into it, i realized it would be titled “Simple Recognition”.

as with most of my crows, i paint them using a form of micro-calligraphy in the language i’m constructing. if you look at the crows a few steps back, they look like ornate birds. if you get closer, you see their bodies are comprised of hundreds of phrases in this language. in this painting, i focused on variations of two particular words. the first crow’s body was comprised of the word “moi-mee-ehn-drayz”) which translates to “point of all places”, one of the first idioms in the language. the other crow’s body was painted with the word “soo-vyee-oh” which is a word my wife and i actually came up with together after doing years of gazing meditation. it means a kind of simple Remembering, a dynamic recognition of Reality As It Is, which can only arise in mutuality. it’s not just eye contact. if you’ve ever done gazing meditation with someone, especially the same person over years at a time, you understand there is a kind of Remembering and recognition that is nearly ineffable, except to the two people experiencing it. they can’t describe it, but they don’t need to either. it’s conveyed in the Mutuality, and expressing it is almost redundant. that is what this painting is, that kind of Remembering, the Simple Recognition of ~?~¿~?~

after i finished the painting, i started to get this download -the unpacking- as the painting filtered slowly through the dingy aperture of “me” (after the fact). in the above blog i’m basically journaling a download from the crows in that painting. hearing what they say requires slowing the vibration down a lot (and therefore distorting its potency of Presence) but is still usefull. if nothing else it clears the space for the next painting.


Open Letter To Rational Pundits

This entry was posted on Friday, January 18th, 2008 at 1:44 pm by Stuart Davis

Note: Some time ago, I wrote an open letter to Rational Pundits. Admittedly, it was harsh. Inflammatory. I came across a copy of it on the net, and it gave me the willies. I don’t stand behind the tone of that previous letter. I wanted to take the opportunity to revisit that letter, and frame it in a tone that is much more in line with my heart, and my wish to participate in a useful way in this discussion. We’re all on the same team, after all. So, below is my re-written version of what I wanted to say, and if you do circulate this blog, please reference this version, not the earlier one. Thanks, (sd, 10.25.07)

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I have had the good fortune in this life to interview people like Sam Harris, who’s wonderful book The End Of Faith spent a long, long time on the New York Times best seller list, and who’s new book is Letter To A Christian Nation. But, after reading works by he and Richard Dawkins, I am sorry, but I have to rant.

Are we still enticed by a flat approach to a vertical problem? In the rational attack on pre-rational religion?

As brilliant and eloquent as people like Richard Dawkins and Sam Harris are, they are not truly persuasive. They, and the general contingency of their allies, don’t really acknowledge development. People develop. That means people’s World-Views develop. There are depths of unfolding in how we understand and experience the World.

Although pre-rational religious types can be excused from the developmental table of discussion, we should be able to expect more from Sam Harris and Richard Dawkins. They write books bemoaning and lamenting (rightly so) the dangerous riddle that is mythic (pre-rational) religion, but simultaneously decline to allow that the Mythic World View is one of many in humanity’s Vertical Unfolding. In fact, the rational perspective -one which allows for such critical thinking- is also but one station in that unfolding. Human social development has, through the ages, included:

Archaic
Magic
Mythic
Rational
Pluralistic
Integral

There are many ways to describe development (and there are different kinds of development). In the simplest terms, we can say there are pre-conventional, conventional, and post-conventional World views. We could also be more sophisticated and use models of social holarchy, including the content and contours of each wave of social / cultural development as it has emerged. However you prefer it development is a fact of life, and leaving it out of the equation, as many of these rational authors do isn’t very useful.

Sadly, we cannot persuade someone out of a World View. No matter how cogent and bullet proof an argument may be,it will not persuade a mythic fundamentalist to stop believing in a Mythic God. Because actually they’re not just *believing*, they are experiencing. Belief and the mythic framework is literally how their reality spontaneously arises in each moment. It’s not an oversight, or a mistake which can be corrected with the right application of words. We can’t persuade people out of a pre-rational religion anymore than we can persuade a five year old child to become 27 years old.

It’s not stupid or wrong to act five years old if you’re five years old. It’s not a mistake to be five years old. It is, however, wrong to act like a five year old if you’re 27, and this is where something more interesting occurs.

Sam Harris and Richard Dawkings do identify a serious problem in our World, but for some reason they don’t register that it’s a developmental problem, not an intellectual one. What’s strange about that is evolution and development in the objective domains (corporeal, biological, social systems) is so self-evident to their view. But somehow the correlate (inner evolution) doesn’t get the same regard.

Although we don’t really know how people transform, how their center of gravity migrates to larger World Views, debate doesn’t seem to be a very reliable means. Does anyone actually believe George Bush can be persuaded from his religious beliefs? Through discourse? Nah. However, is it possible George Bush could develop? Might he grow, expand, and enter into a new perspective? Yes. It happens. Not always, not necessarily, but it does happen. And that is the interesting question. How do people evolve to higher altitudes of consciousness? Ironically, what ardent Evolutionists and Rationalists miss is that the solution IS evolution. Interior evolution = sinking into deeper realms of “I”. We can support the relaxation of identity into a larger radius. We probably can’t persuade them. We probably can’t convince them. It’s not so much a choice, it’s a world view.

It is not healthy to act like a five year old if you’re twenty-seven. It’s pathological. Similarly, it’s not appropriate for the most powerful government in the World to operate under a Mythic Religious compass regarding geo-political policy. It is a case of collective arrested development. 2,000 years ago when the Romans were bringing a Rule / Order World view onto the map (convention), they were LIFTING humanity up to a new, higher order of social enterprise. From pre-conventional bandits and tribes to conventional Imperial State with codes of conduct and citizenship. Rome was still a brutal affair, but it was a messy move upward. One of the biggest advances up to that time. However… 2,000 years later, it’s not something to brag about. It’s not so cool, because AFTER that Mythic / Rule-Order World view emerged, so did a Rational one ( Western Enlightenment), and so did a Pluralistic World View (the sixties, Post-Modernism baby! wooo!), and so did an Integral World View. It’s not desirable in the scheme of Homo-Homo Sapiens to employ World Views that were antiquated (in terms of the highest good for the greatest number) hundreds or thousands of years ago.

But the question is not whether that’s a bummer. The question is, how do we support healthy development to more inclusive world views? Because nothing else will save us from ourselves.

Would we use that approach with our five year old child? Telling them they’re wrong for being five? No. But if you’re child is 27 and still peeing in your plants at dinner parties, it may be time for a new approach. Five year olds are SUPPOSED to believe in Harry Potter, or Jesus, or Voodoo, or whatever they fancy. But not when they’re twenty seven.

This is the variety of discord we are contending with in much of the World. World Views who’s expiration date has passed. And they’re beginning to sour. It’s no longer appropriate for pre-rational orientations to guide the World forward. And we have spent the last 8 years, for instance, with a pre-rational leader at the healm of the World’s most powerful nation. It’s just not the way forward. But neither can we rely on rational antidotes to pre-rational maladies.

I know, you’re saying “But they do other things rationally. If I told them I had some ocean front property for sale in Montana, they would be suspicious. They would doubt it, want proof, and so don’t they have access to rationality, but they just don’t use it? If I’m eloquent enough, brilliant enough, wont’ they just wake up?”

Personally, I have yet to see that happen.

People not only move through altitudes, or stages of Vertical development (World Views), but also possess many kinds of intelligence. Lines of development. That’s why a really smart scientist might not necessarily be ethical, or intuitive, or funny. We have many capacities, and the spiritual perspective is one of many. Our types of intelligence develop somewhat independently. Good looking? Doesn’t make you smart. Smart? Doesn’t make you ethical. Ethical? Doesn’t make you agile. This is common sense. For details, see Wilber’s work.

Rational Pundits, Authors, Public Figures…

It could help to stop being so flat. Acknowledge these depths, their development. Acknowledge that people, and societies, and cultures, move through altitudes of World Views. If we don’t want to live in a country that is ruled by pre-rational zealots, then we had better begin to ask ourselves how people develop from pre-rational to rational, and from rational to trans-rational.

Rationalists of the World, were you BORN with that World view? Was there ever a time in your life when you were three, or four, or five, when you encountered and interpreted the world differently than you do now? Have you developed at all, or did you pop out of your mother completely possessed of the skeptical capacity to inquire and confirm through direct experience? Of course you developed. You were a pre-rational little bugger long before you became a rational bugger.

Knowing this, are we interested in how other people who are not yet at a Rational world view might develop? Would we like to help them, or do we wanna play to the band forever?

Because the sun will expand and consume the Earth before we convert pre-rational views with rational blather. They can’t hear us. No one hears it except those who are already at that altitude, or World view. Well, perhaps a few catch it, the ones ready to enter into it (for reasons that have nothing to do with the rational rhetoric). We had better figure out how to see depth, experience altitudes of awareness, and embrace development, or those lower stations will render us undone.

Rationalists, ask yourself, since you developed through Archaic, Magic, Mythic (all pre-rational World views) up to your Rational World view, is it POSSIBLE there are other World views which are yet deeper, higher, more inclusive than the one you now inhabit?

Just for fun, let’s imagine that. Trans-rational? Hmm…


John Waite, I do it for you

This entry was posted on Friday, January 18th, 2008 at 1:43 pm by Stuart Davis

Everything I do today is for John Waite.

Before you say one word, before you utter “Missing Y…” Don’t. D.o.n.t.

John, today when I shaved my head in the shower, I belted the shit out of Isn’t It Time over rooftop and chimney in my hood. And I never approached the baffling mojo you summon on those pre-choruses. I think you ate a gang of Castratis. Sometimes I imagine myself as one of the back ground singers in your group. One of your Babys. I guess I’d be… the shy one. Until show time, and then all the things I don’t know how to tell you in normal life (I get so flustered, I stutter, I stare at my feet and bite my lip), all those things come pouring out of me like throat-lava. Your back ground singers. Lucky girls. It was generous of you to give them so much of the spotlight on the chorus of Isn’t It Time. They must love working with you. I would.

Freshly showered, wearing only a towel, I made a French Press of ultra strong finely ground Sumatra. I swayed, bounced, and shadow boxed my way through Change. John, something about the circulation in my body caused my towel to drop off. Suddenly I found another minor third at the top of my register. Until I heard that song, I never knew what Rick Springfield WASN’T. I never knew why Journey’s lead singer lacked a certain MOXY. Because until I saw the sun I didn’t know why candles made me sad. Uh! UH!!!! “we always wish for money, we always wish for change…” CHANGE!!!! The drum sound on that song knocked a filling out of my head. A little less Mercury poisoning with every listening. John.

Everything I do, it’s for you. Today.

Because, remember in Back On My Feet Again at 0:42 into the song where you sing the chorus for the first time? That also happens to be the precise moment I let go of every wound and ache from all the women I’ll never have sex with. Every vixen who spurned me, denied me, rebuked me, set me adrift in the sea of “no”. Every woman out of my reach from the ages of 11 to… what time is it?

Thank you John. David Lee Roth couldn’t do that for me. Billy Squire didn’t manage it. Pat Benatar made it worse. Made what worse? Exactly. I don’t even remember. You’ve purged it. Who was I before you opened your mouth and spit fire into the well of my soul?

When I drove to the post office to deliver three first class packages today, it wasn’t 2:13pm, John. It was dead-ass Midnight, and I was on my way to meet a sexy special someone. I needed a Midnight Rendezvous. You darkened my sky to a soothing hue of velvet-Onyx. Yesterday I would have spelled Rendezvous with an “sv”. That’s how naive I was. I’m not that boy anymore. I’m full of expectant wonder. I feel like I gulped a fistful of neon butterflies and chased it with Nyquil. John, you know at the end of Midnight Redezvous (I think it’s around 3:22 on the version that appears on The Complete John Waite Volume 1 -Falling Backwards) where you sing “All I really wanna do, I really wanna fuck you”. Sometimes at that spot, instead of “you” I hear you sing “Stu”. The power is so …powerful. But it’s also tender. The force is vulnerable. John, it’s what we call ’soft belly’ in Boulder. And that’s a special kind of strength.

The answer is yes, John. Yes.