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IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 18, 2007, 8:22 AM: |
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One of the core concepts in Wilber-5 is the worldspace. No longer is there a reality out there simply waiting to be discovered. Intrinsic features of the Kosmos are in part interpretive (con-structured) and not just part of a pregiven world. Whatever is “intrinsic” to the Kosmos changes with each new level, each new worldspace This means that every new level or station that appears must explore the territory with fresh eyes, not knowing exactly what will be found… or I should say con-structured. In that spirit I have asked a group of Integralites in the pod/blogosphere to write a short essay about their personal perspectives on the emerging Integral Worldspace. This could mean anything from describing spiritual practice, poetically alluding to deep intuitions, rationally structuring a set of perspectives, addressing current Integral debates, to something completely different. The point is to have as few preconceived notions as possible and let the participants write about whatever feels real and juicy at this point in time. In a sense this is not that different from what we do on a daily basis in the pod, only that this exercise will allow us to dive deeper into certain topics.Each essay will be published in this thread, and will also be cross-posted in that person’s blog. Everyone in the pod is invited to comment, in that sense this is just like any other thread! The event will start on Monday, and the following people have agreed to contribute with short essays to get the interactions flowing:Monday: pelle Tuesday: jane Wednesday: ewan Thursday: maryw Friday: colin Saturday: wolfspirit Sunday: timelody I'm really looking forward to this! peace pelle |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Balder said May 18, 2007, 8:55 AM: |
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Sounds great, Pelle. Looking forward to it! |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Teenie~Dakini said May 18, 2007, 10:42 PM: |
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Delicious! Thanks Pelle for orchestrating this Blogapalooza on Worldspace…. can't wait for Monday (did I just say that? ;-) |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!theurj said May 19, 2007, 10:36 AM: |
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Here are a couple of things to keep in mind re: worldspace, or lifeworld as Habermas calls it. This is excerpted from a longer discussion called “Postmetaphysical Thinking 4: Enter the Dragon” at Open Integral (http://www.openintegral.net/blog/?p=107) Habermas accounts for the ‘space in between' by locating it, so to speak, on the phenomenological ground provided by the concept of the lifeworld.
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!theurj said May 19, 2007, 2:27 PM: |
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And if you're wondering if “lifeworld” is the same as “worldspace,” here are a few quotes from the final draft of Integral Spirituality before publication. I don't have the published book but have skimmed it and most of the draft, if not all of it, survives intact in the book but at different page numbers.
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!theurj said May 19, 2007, 2:46 PM: |
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Both of the above quotes do indeed survive verbatim per this link: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!theurj said May 19, 2007, 6:18 PM: |
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Here's some more background for your lifeworldspace: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!theurj said May 19, 2007, 7:12 PM: |
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Or in Habbie’s own words, from Postmetaphysical Thinking, pp. 142-3: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 20, 2007, 12:07 AM: |
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Hi theurj, |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 12:49 AM: |
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Ok, here we go! Personal Perspectives from an Integral Worldspace (or… what I consider to be important shit right now) So how do we integrate lost parts of ourselves? First let me say that I do not include psychosis and PTSD in the concept of Shadow, these are distinct disorders and need different approaches. The Shadow work I want to promote in this essay is psychotherapy, even though there certainly are other valid practices. The second person perspective that a trained therapist can bring to the table is invaluable, considering that our deepest projections and repressions are very hard to spot on our own. Furthermore a therapist can provide a cocoon of unconditional acceptance that eases the knots of anxiety that usually keep repressed/projected parts in place. In a way I believe that seeing a trained therapist is extra important for people with high cognitive development, such as Integralites. Amidst our brilliance regarding meditation, books, yoga and frameworks it can all too easily be tempting to want to bypass good old-fashioned terapia, I certainly know that I did for a long time… Susanne Cook-Greuter for example has some vivid, alive and yet scientific descriptions of Ego Development that add some much needed meat to the dry bones of AQAL levels. Robert Augustus Masters, a k a RAM, is an Integral Therapist who in his texts repeatedly displays a grounded Integral consciousness while remaining fluid in thought, body and spirit. To me it is apparent that there is deep value in freely expressing interior Integral worldspaces without automatically being restricted by AQAL, and in my book RAM is one of the best examples of this.
The Missing Links of the Wilber-Coombs Lattice One of the important concepts of Wilber-5 is the difference between horizontal and vertical enlightenment. The first one means state training until you reach a non-dual plateau, since that is the “highest” state known, and the second one means transcending and including relative realm stages until you are at the leading edge of the evolution of consciousness. The two concepts make a lot of sense and do clear up a lot of confusion around the issue of enlightenment. At the same time they raise a new set of questions… Regarding vertical enlightenment, exactly what lines of development need to be at the leading edge? Cognition? Values? Who gets to decide what lines of development need to be at the leading edge to have achieved vertical enlightenment? It seems to be at best a moving target… Horizontal enlightenment on the other hand, seems to be more easily defined, as long as we can assume that there is only one horizontal line. The problem that arises here is instead that even a non-dual state plateau does in no way guarantee good health of the bodies that have been transcended, ie gross, subtle and causal. In the gross realm we give Shadow and levels their due attention – but why not extend the same courtesy to at least the subtle body? I am a firm believer that vertical development of the subtle body exists; one example is the development of each chakra through different stages. We also find Shadows in the subtle realm, and these are often spoken of as blockages in the energy flow. Furthermore it is quite possible to speak of the horizontal health within a certain level of development of the subtle energy body (ie healthy translation). Finally we have the current state of the subtle body or of an individual chakra, and this seems to be the most common way of addressing the health of this energy body - but obviously this is an oversimplification.
Spiritual Bypass vs Genuine Spiritual Gains peace and blessings pelle |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Julian said May 21, 2007, 1:05 AM: |
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great to get a good long piece from you pelle! |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!gitanjali said May 21, 2007, 2:53 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!kessels said May 21, 2007, 6:11 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 8:27 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!kessels said May 21, 2007, 2:58 AM: |
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That's a very interesting read, Pelle! Apparently, we share the same worldspace :) |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Bjorn said May 21, 2007, 8:01 AM: |
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My experience tells me there is no finite self. Therefore there is no finite shadow. I do not see the unconscious shadow as a accumulated package that I will be able, one day, to trancend, disolve or accomodate. Therefore I do not need to address it, as that only would forever perpetuate its manifestations. There is no bottom to the phyches barrel. There is no end to human traumas. I will address it in the sense of being aware of it when it arises in my experience and see its habitual patterns but my focus would be on the clear seeing, the awakened awareness that brings maturity and sane rational thought to any situation. In that sense, there is no “turning back”, only looking forward, if you see what I'm trying to convey? I have never been exposed to therapy so I can't speak of the benefits, but I have never been drawn to it. My focus and heart has always been in finding the truth, realizing the truth, share the truth, heal with the help of truth, awaken others to a relationship that has no limits. A meeting where One self operates between us. Through joint seeing, through sheer and utter trust in this real position of non-seperatness, of you and me seeing eye to eye. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 8:26 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Bjorn said May 21, 2007, 8:37 AM: |
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Yes Pelle, Cheers, Bjorn |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!kessels said May 21, 2007, 8:35 AM: |
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Hmm, you seem to be dodging therapy by saying that only the nondual matters, and denying the dual realm in the process… |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Bjorn said May 21, 2007, 8:50 AM: |
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Maybe I am dodging therapy, but it has never drawn me in. (Maybe I'm unconsciously avoiding it in order to keep my dark side?) No but joke aside, I do appreciate the dual world and all thorough distinctions we draw from it. I only feel it comes to be truly understood from a “non-dual” perspective though. And in any given encounter all our “flaws” are revealed, made revealed and if payed attention to, also made self conscious of. If we want to see ourself clearly, we first need to seek that clear perspective. Once we have tasted “One taste” we can distinguish between appearances, perspectives, ideas, conditioning and cultural and gender manifestations. If we pay attention, all is revealed to us. If not alone, for sure it will become evident in relationship with others. But of course, the key is, if we want to find out. If we don't want, or don't care, we wont bother and then just gloss over all information that is readily available to us all the time. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!kessels said May 21, 2007, 9:19 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 7:56 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 8:12 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!kessels said May 21, 2007, 9:01 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 22, 2007, 2:19 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Julian said May 21, 2007, 9:16 AM: |
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thanks for emphasizing the psychotherapeutic/shadow aspect of integral self-work pelle!~ glad this is generating some discussion. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 10:17 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Colin said May 21, 2007, 10:23 AM: |
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Oh, I had a sense that this whole Pavlina can-o-worms was going to get opened again. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Colin said May 21, 2007, 9:34 AM: |
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Cross-posting from Pelle's blog:
I get the gist of your statement here; however, I would add for clarity that it is our ability to affect people in a constructive manner that is enhanced. People at all stages have the power to act in ways that are destructive to the people around them, often in ways that are more impactful (in an immediate sense) than the subtle direction those at higher levels are able to offer.
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 9:53 AM: |
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My reply to Colin, cross-posted from my blog: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Colin said May 21, 2007, 10:11 AM: |
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Pelle: Regarding higher development and ability to affect others constructively/destructively… Yes, it's certainly true that developing emotionally, value-wise etc will only let us affect more people in a more constructive way. But if we for example have a cognitition that has risen all the way to teal/turquoise, but have our values and emotions at a red/amber level - then we could certainly use our high cognition to do more harm than less developed “evil-doers” are capable of. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 10:24 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Colin said May 21, 2007, 10:34 AM: |
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Pelle: I want podsters to be able to comment right here in the pod, otherwise we divert all energy away from the pod. If this thread gets messy after a while, feel free to start a new thread for a new essay. Cross-posting in our blogs is still a good idea, since Zaadzsters who are not in the pod get to comment as well. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Colin said May 21, 2007, 11:38 AM: |
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I'm actually glad that this distinction is coming up here because it is one of the areas that I still find myself confused. For example, Susan Cook-Greuter's (featured on IN this week, BTW) model discusses levels of psychological development, right? I haven't yet seen an explication of how one develops from magenta through indigo and higher in different lines. What's a good KW resource for that? I mean, I get it in theory, but how does this actually translate to lifeworlds? I guess I just don't see how Bin Laden or Rove could be seen as having second tier capabilities, despite their high intellectual functioning. As I said before, do they take their selves and the systems in this world as objects for evaluation? Have they moved beyond sole identification with their finite selves? Perhaps I'm the one confused, but there seems to be more to second tier than what these men have achieved. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 12:07 PM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Colin said May 21, 2007, 2:29 PM: |
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Hmm. That helps some, but it's still hard for me to imagine how one might get to a truly integral cognition and still have a red or amber value line. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Frans said May 21, 2007, 10:44 AM: |
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Pelle, I like your essay - it seems well balanced, especially the section on Framework. One comment: you state, An effective antidote to address these three traps is getting familiar with other Integral frameworks and thinkers. The trap in there is that those of us who tend to “be in their heads” too much never get “out of their heads” anymore… Good work - looking forward to the other essays. Frans |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 11:24 AM: |
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Frans: The trap in there is that those of us who tend to “be in their heads” too much never get “out of their heads” anymore… Yes, we do need to move beyond frameworks entirely. Sometimes we can “enter our bodies through our heads”, for example RAM's writings can be an example of this. I'm glad you liked the section on framework.peace pelle |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Frans said May 21, 2007, 11:27 AM: |
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“We need to move beyond frameworks entirely” That, my friend, is a very significant statement - and I couldn’t agree more! Frans |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!David said May 21, 2007, 10:57 AM: |
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Thanks, pelle; that was great. I especially liked the explanation of the shadow and how it forms; that was really clear. Also, the question about which lines are most important is really interesting; that would make a good thread. I also liked the positive aspects of the New Age you mentioned; it is generally more positive and, in some cases, less decadent than the cultures that precede it . Another thing it tends to lack is a purpose higher than one's own self. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 11:35 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!melv said May 21, 2007, 1:43 PM: |
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Pelle,
I’m fascinated by your section on the Wilber-Combs lattice. arguably the three horizontal levels indicate the three most important lines of development, as ive tried to play with in this diagram: (couldnt hyperlink for some reason) http://aura.zaadz.com/photos/20/196195/large/Diagram1.jpg? its a 5 minute job so could be way out, but the idea is to somehow explore the lattice with three simultaneous lines that are integrated, a way to try and focus on the moving target more inclusively,. whether it works or not - probably trying to simplify something complex into a 2d diagram isnt viable. I think its a topic that needs exploring. fascinating typologies of masculine and feminine. i’ll need time to digest that, when ive had a good nights sleep ;-) brilliant stuff! cheers melv |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 21, 2007, 2:36 PM: |
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Hey Melv, |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!gitanjali said May 21, 2007, 3:35 PM: |
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Totally buzzing thread! :) |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!gitanjali said May 21, 2007, 3:41 PM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Frans said May 21, 2007, 7:25 PM: |
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Hi Miss Gitanjali, A good thing to keep in mind is that we all have access to the feminine and masculine aspect. The higher up the colour scheme we are, the easier it becomes to move fluently between the two… Frans |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!gitanjali said May 21, 2007, 10:03 PM: |
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Yes Frans….I have a feeling….thats where a lot of the fun is… |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 22, 2007, 2:45 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!gitanjali said May 22, 2007, 3:01 AM: |
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Dear Pelle, THAT smilie is Gross. Definitely not subtle. :P |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!melv said May 22, 2007, 12:07 AM: |
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Yeah that was a bit muddled… ;-) I am a firm believer that vertical development of the subtle body exists; one example is the development of each chakra through different stages. We also find Shadows in the subtle realm, and these are often spoken of as blockages in the energy flow. Furthermore it is quite possible to speak of the horizontal health within a certain level of development of the subtle energy body (ie healthy translation). Finally we have the current state of the subtle body or of an individual chakra, and this seems to be the most common way of addressing the health of this energy body - but obviously this is an oversimplification. Good stuff! cheers Melv |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 22, 2007, 2:56 AM: |
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Ok Melv, I see where you're going with that. We can map each line at a certain stage and state to get as much information as possible from a single glance at a diagram. You should definitely keep drawing your diagrams 'cause we do need to advance to 3D integral models instead of only 2D. I'm still contemplating the hypothetical transversal line, that one could possibly add to the W-C lattice. Ken and a Czech philosopher discussed this on an ISC conference call, and the latter suggested adding a transversal line to represent spheres of existence. He might very well be onto something here and in my mind I'm trying to connect that to the work of David Hawkins. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!melv said May 22, 2007, 12:23 AM: |
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Even though it’s a gift to be able to form shadow, it is just as important to be willing to deal with it when more favorable conditions return. As Integralites we climb higher up the spiral than most, and this makes it especially important to face disowned parts of ourselves. High towers need strong foundations to stay in place… It's also important to remember that the higher up the spiral we go the greater our ability to affect other people, and large amounts of unprocessed shadow will make us about as responsible as Darth Vader |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 22, 2007, 3:03 AM: |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!timelody said May 29, 2007, 7:35 PM: |
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Pelle, I am particularly appreciative of your treatment of shadow here. Your middle two paragraphs (which I will not quote for length and repetition here) I particularly love. As you can see I, at least briefly, touched upon this in my piece below. The realization of shadow as, very often, though not necessarily always, a survival mechanism is, I believe, an important aspect to eventual re-integration of those lost parts and many other things. In one sense, in a form of self-forgiveness, in another sense, I think, in an objective appreciation of a natural wonder and in another, a sense of appreciation for the gravity of the challenges and difficulties we as human beings by nature face. (Social, emotional, existential, etc.) I am also appreciative of you mention of the need to eventually reach the “favorable conditions” for re-integration. How do you think that might work in terms of levels/stages? It seems like -at least to some extent -there might be the possibility to discover or create some kind of matrix or guide to better ensure that re-integration of shadow is not attempted prematurely (resulting, i.e. in just more shadow). Or am I thinking of this too simplistically or narrowly? Also, what in you opinion is the basic difference between something like PTSD and shadow as we more commonly speak of it? Is it that PTSD eventually reaches down to Fulcrum 1 structures, and thus though affective (Fulcrum 2 -) and psychological (Fulcrum 3 -) elements might be healed and reintegrated, it is difficult to impossible to affect the same PTS methods and means to Fulcrum 1 structures? Also, do you think past the centaur level (or even just through state development) it is possible, perhaps, fundamentally change the nature of what could happen at Fulcrum 1? (I hope I'm not rambling off on a tangent here.) Meaning, would or could it be different for a sage or developed centaur experiencing what might cause PTSD in others? I know this is your field of expertise (right?) that's why I'm asking. All for now. Peace, Tim |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 31, 2007, 8:52 AM: |
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Great comment Tim, let me try to respond as well as I can, mixing what I know and what I intuit. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Jane said May 22, 2007, 6:09 AM: |
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Monday May 21, 2007
The ice is still lurking in large flat pans out from my shore. The ducks and geese are starting to arrive, feed and be gone again. Over the weekend, my bird feeder has been an activity zone of endless squabbles and bird-processing politics. The squirrels are about to beginning their frantic love-making, dashing up and down trees, making impossible leaps, all in an exhausting, enthusiastic, erotic play. Rosie has her dog friend Raymond down for the weekend. He is a scrawny, yellowish, energetic fellow, and I notice she has been starting to ignore him for the last day or so. I think the glow has gone south on that one. Love can be like that sometimes. Even as I write, a tiny wren perches on a post a few feet from my window and flits off again. A raven has been coming and going, depositing guttural, other-worldly sounds into the mix while surveying the situation. The gulls and the osprey will soar high in the sky, but not until later in the day. Last week on my way to Happy Valley, I saw my first bear emerging from the winter sleep. A black bear with a large, bleeding gash on his right front leg. He limped across the road in front of us, and then peered up from the ditch with a bag of garbage hanging from his mouth. In this remote corner of North America, at the end of the road, tucked into the wilderness with a lick and a promise, this is what is happening. There is more too. My boys are playing soccer in the Labrador Cup soon. Daniel came home on Sunday with a broken nose, “It was crooked but I snapped it back in place. Good to go!” he recounted proudly, saying the word ‘go’ like ‘goa’ with the satisfying Labrador inflection, and then proceeding to add in the details of the enormous amount of blood on the scene from the kick he sustained to his head. He is graduating from high school this year, and the ceremony is Saturday coming up. His right eye may or may not still be bruised. David, the younger, has flown off south for the weekend to run in the Halifax marathon. It always amazes me that a child issuing forth from my womb can run these long distances, and more over has the enthusiasm and discipline. I wonder too at the jet-setting around. It is not congruent with my best intention at minimizing fuel consumption, but it is the way it is. Beyond this, I have my gardening projects heating up. I am constructing a small green house next weekend from a kit I ordered from the Home Hardware. I have to get my transplants going in the next day or so. Last fall, we hauled stumps out of the back garden, the former site of the dog team pen. We rota-tilled and planted it with clover, a green manure crop, getting the sandy soil ready for big things to come. The snow has almost receded from it now. This garden is part of my big plans at sustainability, eating food from within my bioregion. My other garden is mostly filled with perennial flowers. The snow has lingered everywhere in this apparently endless effort to manifest spring. Now the delphiniums and Jacob’s Ladder, and Sweet Williams are making an honest appearance. The lilies are coming too. And all the rest, all that lay in waiting through this long cold winter, will soon make an entrance. We are finally melting down and opening up again for this year’s abundant return. All of this is my context. These are the layers upon layers of bonded reality, twisted and turned by time and intention, into and out of which, I peer. Of course, there are more and more layers. There is the aboriginal community with the confounding tragedies. The red and green politics at play in the mess. There is the beautiful Grand River slated for hydro development. The toxic soil from the 2nd world war military instillation at Goose Bay is perplexing. The forests are described as ‘fiber’ and board feet by the forestry management working groups. The low level flying has fizzled out lately. For the last 25 years this has been the major source of income and now the economy of this area is in jeopardy. People are worried and restless. Resourcefulness is not an easy resource. There is Voisey Bay, the world’s largest ovoid of nickel, just up the coast. Mining it is the newest, major source of employment, a fly-in affair. Two weeks in and two weeks out. Lots of money, but lots of disruption. Not much of a way of life to raise a family, not much choice either…And so it goes. These are some of the endless details in this corner of the world that hold each layer bonded together. Each layer interfaces with the next. These layers emerge in my world, as I turn my attention to them, otherwise they just arise, and fall, arise and fall, somewhere beyond my sphere of action or awareness. Although I am not creating this plethora of reality, I am creating my experince of it. More than that, through my intentions, and actions, I can, at times, co-create this arising reality. Yet, even when I don’t do anything, I am still here, watching and waiting. The birds are still returning, the bears are waking up. Like them, my attention perches here and there. “What to do? What to do?” We are at an unprecedented juncture in our human adventure. As it is, I am on a media fast of sorts; I have been for a long time. I have no television channels, no radio. Occasionally, I meander over to Google News on the nights that I work in the hospital. The details and effects of the global situation flood into this area in other ways. The price of gas goes up, the fashions change, the variety of food at the Co-op expands with labels coming from everywhere in the world. People complain that the pineapples are not ripe enough. In the lineup, they might exclaim and commiserate over the most compelling world tragedy as fed into them through Fox, and CNN. It is forgotten or not remembered that one hundred years ago a pineapple here would have been recognized as an unexplainable miracle. The significance of this miracle has been swallowed by our sheer and utter capacity to turn our attention way from this moment, to take this incredible experience for granted. As Brian Swimme has said, “we have forgotten awe at the surprise of our own existence.” Around in these parts now, we have instant telepathy. Forget the pre-rational hoo-doo of the past, the nagging suspicions or intutitions, the haunted dreams, the shaky tents and the shaman. Now, we all have cell phones. I can talk to my sweetie and all the ones I love from the most remote corner of the wilderness here. If the reception is not good, there are satellite phones. They are made somewhere, Korea probably or Japan. I just have to plug in a night’s work at the emergency seeing sick people to get a bank credit. Then I follow this by flapping my hands around on this computer and I could get a satellite phone to arrive at the post office within in a week or so. It amazes me more than I can say, that I can tap on this concoction of silicon, plastic and wires, (hand movements once conscripted in essential activities of sewing, knitting and bread making and such) and I can reach into your lives, send out intentions, attract in all manner of stuff. This isn’t ‘magic’ though, I am told. “Science has explained it.” Like photographs and movies, “not magic” either I am told. Like birth, and evolution—no magic in that. “What Pineapples in Labrador! no magic in that, just hard work from some Ecuadorian peasants in bare feet and a coordination of transport and fossil fuels, that is how pineapples got here.” I can, for instance, tap away at this computer station and manifest coffee beans at the post office, or bikes, or clothes. It may even be that I can manifest my Beloved at the Airport. “Not magic though”, I am told. Not magic?! Hmmmph, I think. It looks like magic to me. That we cannot see that this is magic, is to me, the most magical of all. It is a dark magic, mind. A gloomy sadness pervades the works. The garbage piles up, the need for shadow work increases, the fear of not-enoughness, the increments of denial, the refusal to consider the implications of our wanton behaviours on the whole of our context, all these hint at a terrible accounting problem. The earth is being metabolized at bust. Happiness is held ransom, somewhere enfolded in an impossible future. As Hermann Daly said, “There is something fundamentally wrong with a civilization the treats the earth like a business in liquidation.” What is being called for at this juncture. What are we yearning to wake up to,? What are looking for? I had a beautiful friend named Phoebe Rich. She died at the age of 96 a few years ago. In the early years when I first came here, I would sit with her out at Cunningham’s Brook on the bridge of her humble little house, 100 miles out on the coast. It was the same house that she birthed her children in, one of them breech and her all alone before her confinement time. It was the house built by her husband, Uncle Art, who fished salmon there, and trapped and Rocky Cove in the winter. The summers that I was there, we would sew grass, together. She taught me the krinkum-krankams, a method of making fancy edges on the grass mats, and she showed me how she dyed grass with red berries to make pretty patterns. We would sit and watch the sun go down in the late summer evenings, sometimes not talking for hours. “I am right content,” she would sigh, happy for my company, enjoying the stitches of her grass mat, the utter beauty of the setting sun, the gentleness of the summer breeze. All of it to me was intoxication, ecstatic, simple and elegant beyond imagining. “God is a God that gives” she would say to me, “He wants us to be happy.” So what is it that we yearn for? What is it that calls us through the adrenalized confusion of this mad frenzy? Or alternatively, what calls us through the boredom of nothin’ goin’ down, no excitement what-so-ever? What is the miracle that happens when the story line gets dropped, when ‘the cause and effect’ explanation (as unarguably true as it is), becomes unconvincing anyway? What happens when the expectations get dropped, and nothing special happens, nothing at all? What happens when your eyes have been yearning their way into existence for 13.8 billion years, travelling through fire and brimstone, articulating this very impossible stardust from one impossible miraculous occurrence to the next, through dinosaurs and deserts, watery oceans and sharks and fields of corn, blue skies, and dramas of lust and love, romance and intrigue wars and famine, and more impossible yearning? What happens when these eyes coalesce together in this moment, arriving at long last, to see for the first time all that has been simultaneously arising in order to be seen? What happens when we pause in this messy stew, hesitating between the cause and the effect, the last reaction and the next reaction, and notice all of THIS? I mean, really notice! The fabric of my life is the cloth with which it is my responsibility to polish the lens of my own perception. In some magic moments, Clarity arises. And in such moments, there is an unmistakable felt experience—the ordinary is infused, imbued, with the miraculous, as it is clear that it has been all along. Compassion blows through this moment like perfume. One drop of this magic and we cannot be the same. When I lie on my back and look into the clear night sky, starlight arrives after its long journey through time and space onto the evolutionary technology of the givens, in this particular, of my eye retina—the light arrives back to the very place we both began this arduous, tumultuous and impossible journey. I am caught in the moment of eternal present. I know this much: in this moment, I am looking into the eyes of the Beloved looking into these eyes of mine. How could this ever be? I am filled with awe. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Julian said May 22, 2007, 8:28 AM: |
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wonderful to get a good long piece from you jane. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Pelle said May 22, 2007, 9:12 AM: |
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Beautiful, Jane! |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Colin said May 22, 2007, 9:53 AM: |
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Dearest Jane, |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!Bob said May 22, 2007, 10:44 AM: |
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Jane, This is wonderful, the best thing I’ve read in a long while… I SO appreciate your way of bringing forth the essence of your soulful perspective.. Sometimes, when I’m sifting through all the theoretical webwork we spin around here, I am left scratching my head thinking: “A three minute song can lead me to a deeper level of communion with the Mystery than all this chit-chat.” Thanks again for this lovely, melodic piece. –Bob |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!melv said May 22, 2007, 12:53 PM: |
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Jane, thank you. |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!marigpa said May 22, 2007, 1:34 PM: |
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Ohhh blue eyes, When I lie on my back and look into the clear night sky, starlight arrives after its long journey through time and space onto the evolutionary technology of the givens, in this particular, of my eye retina—the light arrives back to the very place we both began this arduous, tumultuous and impossible journey. I am caught in the moment of eternal present. I know this much: in this moment, I am looking into the eyes of the Beloved looking into these eyes of mine. How could this ever be? I am filled with awe.” I too am filled with awe. Thank you so much.Lol |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!maxie said May 22, 2007, 2:30 PM: |
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Dear Jane, |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!jikishin said May 22, 2007, 10:59 PM: |
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Thank you Jane, |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!gitanjali said May 23, 2007, 5:40 PM: |
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Jane! |
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Re: IIZaadz Blogopalooza!maryw said May 24, 2007, 6:41 AM: |
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Blogopalooza Day 4 (Jeesh! This is long-alooza …) I love that scene near the end of the movie Contact, after astronomer Ellie Arroway (played by Jodie Foster) has been tesseracted through several wormholes to meet with an alien intelligence. This intelligence has “uploaded” her memories, appearing as her beloved father on a starlit beach - a wisely hospitable gesture that, the alien explains, makes such momentous meetings easier on the newbie, the one who is having her first close encounter. Ellie has many, many questions she wants to ask: who are you, what is the history of your species, how did you create this traveling machine, to which the alien answers – using a well-worn phrase of her father's: “small moves, Ellie. Small moves.” In other words: this is only the initial meeting, a first step of many. Let us take our time on this journey, foot by foot, bit by bit. There is no need to know everything, say everything, solve everything, at this particular moment. Answers and actions unfold in the by and by … Even then, don't they usually lead to more questions, more uncertainties, more wild and woolly paradoxes…? And though evolution and transformation does have its grand cataclysmic moments, much of it seems to occur through seemingly small, even hidden, moves tucked deep within the folds of time. Imagine the countless adaptations and mutations it took for humans to become what they are now. Or how a drop of water, which, joined with millions of other drops over the eons, carves great canyons into rock. A few years ago the French Carmelite mystic Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897) paid me a visit in one of my dreams. Therese, often referred to as the “Little Flower,” is a kind of saint of “small moves.” Fresh from an Air France flight, camouflaged in a wool cap and Nirvana T-shirt, Therese a la grunge, she wanted to take a tour of my life - touch all its tiny little details, the textures of my day to day existence. I was a little ashamed to let her see my messy home office, our sink full of gummy dishes, our backyard overgrown with half-dead weeds. What must this young nun, accustomed to a neat and orderly convent life, think of all this mess? But Therese seemed to enjoy the external disorder of my life. With a grin, she peered at one of my disheveled bookshelves as if it were a field of exotic wildflowers. Therese's “mission” in her short life was to teach the “little way,” that is: the way of spiritual childhood, the path of trust and surrender - a way that we find right where we are, day by day, in the messy sacredness of the small, the momentary, and the ordinary. Although there are New Testament references, in the gospels, about the necessity of “becoming as little children,” Therese usually referred to texts from the Hebrew scriptures (aka Old Testament) when explicitly teaching her little way: “Whoever is a little one, let him come to me” (Proverbs 9:4). “For to him that is little, mercy will be shown” (Wisdom 6:7). There is nothing cloyingly sentimental about spiritual childhood. It is a situating of oneself, with awe, reverence, and curiosity, before this wild Mystery that births us and surrounds us, with a trust that the Kosmos is quietly unfolding as it should, in us, through us, and with us. It is the delighted recognition that we arrived here through a Mother and Father, through forces beyond our grasp. From this perspective, then (referred to by integralistas as “the second face of God”) humility is never a demeaning of oneself. It is an embracing of what is. These days my life is characterized by small moves rather than grand cataclysmic shifts. (Though of course, that could change at any moment!) Living with dysthymia - an on-and-off mild depression that I currently manage with supplements, frequent walks in sunlight, talks with a spiritual director, laughter, and prayer - is teaching me to focus my limited energy into small projects and tiny disciplines: toothbrushing as a spiritual practice, writing as prayer, editing as cognitive workout and income, the yoga of napping with cats, small-group contemplative volunteer work, and - when ambition has got the better of me - dishwashing and pulling weeds. And bathing. I really dig bathing: soaking in the sacrament of the present moment. Lectio Divina She would never have defined it as such, but back in the day my mom practiced Lectio Divina (“divine reading”) in the bathtub - often with the bathroom door open, so that a passerby might catch a glimpse of her relaxing in the hot water, reading her leatherbound King James Bible and smoking Kent cigarettes. What long, luxurious, holy baths! She usually kept her bathing Bible on the shelf underneath the medicine cabinet. I'd open it sometimes while using the toilet. Its water-wrinkled pages were full of tiny little pencil marks - apparently she kept track of where she started and ended her readings. I saw that she would read just little bits at a time - from a few verses to a few paragraphs. Long after she'd lost patience with churchrules, until the day she died, my mother maintained a downhome devotional life by sitting and smoking and soaking in the Word. Lectio Divina is an ancient art - apparently practiced at one time by all Christians and kept alive in the monastic tradition - involving a slow, contemplative praying of the scriptures. Monastics divide Lectio in to four “movements”: lectio (reading/listening), meditatio (meditation), oratio (prayer), and contemplatio (contemplation). Lectio - the first movement in the prayer, requires us to quiet down and read slowly - usually just a few lines, perhaps a couple of paragraphs. Since the voice of Spirit often speaks very softly and intimately, one reads with an attitude of silence and reverence. In this receptive mode, we listen for one word or short phrase that attracts us, that speaks to us in a personal way. During meditatio - the second movement in the prayer, we take that chosen word or phrase and ruminate on it, ponder it. We turn it over in our minds, and allow it to interact with our inner world of memories, concerns, and ideas. Thirdly, during oratio, we inwardly speak to God, interacting honestly with the Spirit as you would with a deeply loving other. Depending on the selected word or the phrase, one might express yearning, gratitude, anger, desolation, love, sadness, joy, peace, etc. Finally, with contemplatio, one rests in silence with the chosen word, simply being present to Presence. Lectio divina has alternative forms, and can be adapted in a variety of ways for practice with small groups. Today practitioners see it as a way to open up and “pray with” a sacred book. “Sacred book” can be broadly defined – the New Testament, a collection of Rumi's poetry, a non-scriptural text, the realms of nature, a painting, events in history, one's own life experience… Most often I practice Lectio with the written word - and once in a while with song lyrics. On occasion I'll keep a notebook of the phrases I've chosen for pondering. I may spend several days or a week or more with a particular phrase, listening to various nuances, inquiring into its meaning, hearing its truths, responding or reacting to it, observing with interest when it synchronistically resonates with some event in my life, perhaps encouraging me to take some action, offering me a long-awaited answer to an inner dilemma, or even kicking me in the ass. A few of my past lectio phrases include: “Seek, and you will miss.” (Anthony de Mello) “Love one another as I have loved you” One-word version: “Love.” (gospel of John) “There are thousands of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” (Rumi) “How long must I climb?” (Coldplay) “You came out of nothing, isn't that something?” (Fr. Thomas Keating) “Faith is the bird that sings in the night” (Tagore) “Persevere” (Hebrews 12:1) “All I need is your extra time and your kiss.” (Prince) “Jesus wept.” (one of the gospels) The practice of Lectio can allow a single word or phrase to bloom and release its hidden fragrances into our lives. It can also liberate myth. As Beatrice Bruteau writes in Radical Optimism: “The [biblical] stories are about us. It is to us that the angel of the Anunciation proclaims that through the power of the Holy Spirit we will bring forth from our emptiness divine life… “It is to us that the baptismal voice is addressed, saying, ‘You are my beloved child with whom I am well pleased.' And if we really hear that, we will be driven into a wilderness wherein we will struggle with the question of what that means and what its implications are. And eventually we will find, as was foreshadowed at our birth, that we are lying in the manger as food for the world.” I most often use the Bible for both solo and group Lectio. Over the years, its wisdom has washed through me and through my Lectio comrades like a cool subterranean stream. Or perhaps we're… luxuriously soaking in it. I guess I really am my mother's daughter. Centering in the Hood For several years, I facilitated a centering prayer group at a Catholic church in a poor neighborhood near downtown San Diego. We would meet once a week to do a 20-30 minute centering sit together, followed up with group Lectio Divina, informal sharing, or one of Thomas Keating's Spiritual Journey videotapes. (An excellent series of videos, by the way, which elucidates the Christian journey in light of recent understandings about development, spiritual stages, psychology, etc. These videos are where I first heard about Ken Wilber). It was a lively little group of diverse folks leading busy lives. And the church, situated just a few yards away from a busy trolley stop, was never a quiet place. We'd sometimes use electric fans to create white noise while we meditated, but usually the sounds of the city would come through - the trolley horn, police sirens, young men yelling and breaking out in fights. The Ballet Folklorica used the church's rec room to practice, so there would usually be Latin beats coming through the walls. Kids ran up and down the hall outside of the room where we met. So we often joked that we were getting in some very good centering practice - learning to sit still and let all those wild distractions come and go as we inhaled and exhaled … Centering prayer involves consistently consenting to the presence and action of the Spirit within. Consent is anchored through the use of a short “sacred word,” (not the same as a mantra) which is silently repeated only when meditator becomes actively engaged with thoughts - including sense perceptions, feelings, images, memories, reflections, etc. The idea is to gently let the thoughts come and go while maintaining the intention. With practice, one eventually “falls into” contemplation, a state which, in Keating's words, involves “the opening of mind and heart-our whole being-to God, the Ultimate Mystery, beyond thoughts, words, and emotions.” It can be a deeply restful time; it also helps folks become more present to the present moment during their lives outside of the sit. As one practices nonattachment by letting the thoughts come and go, one can more readily offer their mind and their heart to whatever the moment requires. Anyway, I just have to share this story. I know this is long already. We had been listening to taped discussions on the relationship between contemplation and action. I think we had also recently done a group lectio on Matthew 25: 31-46: “Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you … a stranger and make you welcome … sick or in prison and go to see you?” … “In so far as you did this to one of the least … you did it to me.” Dennis, the attorney-saxophonist in our group, and our most steadfast contemplative, suggested that we needed to do something active together as a group. Our church was surrounded by the sick and the hungry: homeless people who slept on nearby sidewalks, not too far from the trolley tracks. Why not gather some items to hand out to them, and have this gesture become the “active” part of our group contemplative prayer? I resisted. I already had my neat, tidy, and safe ways of serving the destitute - by donating to charities and giving old clothes to Goodwill or St. Vincent de Paul. And since I was the facilitator of this group and all, I took it upon myself to explain that activity per se was not really the purpose of a centering prayer group. Although our contemplative practices should naturally weave themselves into our actions - into our lives outside of the two 20-minute sits a day - that “weaving” was not to take form as a group activity in any explicit way. And I did my spiel of: “Ultimately contemplation is not personal and private, even though we usually practice the prayer solo. True contemplation is never ‘kept to one's self,' but instead charges all our interactions and becomes a part of everything we do, whether we are eating, changing a diaper, teaching, nursing a dying friend, playing, suffering through an illness, managing a business, fighting injustice ….” Etcetera., etcetera. In other words: Um, let's not get that close to the homeless people. But Dennis gently persisted. And when Rosie, everyone's favorite Mexican tia, felt persuaded toward this group action, I figured: well, I suppose there's nothing wrong with giving it a try, as long as we still do the centering prayer. Group members can choose whether or not they want to participate in these giveaways. We might solicit donations from friends and congregants, and pass out goods every other month or so. Dennis had a very simple plan. (It turned out that this was kind of his thing, giving odds and ends to homeless people. He often kept extra blankets in his car, and on a cold night, if he was driving around and happened to see a street person who looked like he needed a blanket, he'd offer it to him. “They also like bottled water and new white socks,” he told us.) So we began gathering bottled water, crew socks, nutrition bars, and plastic grocery bags. On the day of the handout, we'd place two waters, two pairs of socks, and two food bars in each bag, pile them into the back of Dennis' van, and drive around to the variety of “street camps” nearby. (San Diego has a lot of them, comprised largely of the mentally ill, alcoholics and addicts - and the occasional family with children.) As a group (generally it was just three of us who did the handouts), we would slowly approach people, and simply ask, “would you like some water and some new socks?” Almost always, folks really, really wanted the water and the socks. (And only one time did a man did ask for more. Reeking of alcohol, he slurred, “baby, what I want iz a hug!” Dennis and I simply grinned, but | |||

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