Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Hanging onto Bliss

As I have been reading the last chapter (Celebrating Relationships) in Kathy Oddenino's third book, Sharing, I've also been re-reading Reflections on the Art of Living: A Joseph Campbell Companion. What a book. Please read both of them! Joseph Campbell was born in 1904 and lived until 1987. He is best known, most popularly known perhaps, for his philosophy of "follow your bliss." I am a peripheral student of Joseph Campbell's - I never met him, though I continue to enjoy and learn from him in the form of his work and the preservation and popularization of his work. That sharing comes from his passion, and the passion of those with whom he interacted, those whose lives he helped to change for the better. I am a first-hand student of Kathy Oddenino's. I have the opportunity to learn from her directly, in person, as well as from her many books and "continuing education" classes.

"The energy within you is only affected by your perception of self. ... In each and every event of your physical world there is a celebration that is hidden. It is hidden from your conscious view by your own resistances to learning the lesson. Celebration is inherent in learning. Learning is movement, change, and growth." (Oddenino, Sharing, 341)

"You do not have a complete adventure unless you do get back. There is a time to go into the woods and a time to come back, and you know which it is. Do you have the courage? It takes a hell of a lot of courage to return after you've been in the woods. There are modes of having this realization, and the final thing is knowing, loving and serving life in a way in which you are eternally at rest. That point of rest has got to be in all of it. Even though you are active out there in the world, within you there's a point of complete composure and rest. When that's not there, then you are in agony.

When the world
seems to be falling apart,
the rule is to hang onto your own bliss.
It's that life that survives."
(Campbell, Reflections)

Read a few other readers' views of the Companion. Then make up your own mind!

Joseph Campbell knew how to use his mind for good. The only true use of a mind is for good, since we are designed to "know thyself." Daily I find little ways to "know thyself" more, with guidelines such as these. How easily and with what determination we attach ourselves to every physical way of thinking and doing as "all that is." This week I've gotten lots of advice, about a number of different things. I'm learning to listen, sift, absorb more purely what is truly in keeping with me and my own consciously opening energy self, and not be hyper-reactive to someone who comes with advice unsolicited. It's a big lesson for me in this life, and I love the many-splendored ways of finding and hanging on to my my own bliss. I've been hyper-reactive in my life when I've felt like I wasn't doing something right, and interpreted this as my own "failure," rather than simply, maybe there's a better way. It's amazing to me to THINK, to learn how my mind is coming to know itself, and love what it gains as I grow.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Friendship and Fencing

Self Portrait with Bandaged Ear, 1889 by Vincent van Gogh (1853-90) Photo: Samuel Courtauld Trust, Courtauld Institute of Art Gallery

Today in the British Telegraph I read an article about Van Gogh and Gauguin. Two German art historians have written a new story about how Van Gogh's famous ear "fell" off. They write about this "pact of silence" between the two friends, saying that Gauguin, a skilled fencer, cut off Van Gogh's ear as they fought in front of a brothel which housed a prostitute they both had passions for. Some art historians and scholars, curators disagree. I've been interested in Van Gogh for a long time, in his paintings, and his letters. He wrote letters, especially to his brother Theo, that are an archive worth preserving within themselves. His passion for color, his absolute absorption in the energy of the air, the color, the textures, the way light captured his own - all are revealing and fascinating to wonder about. I smiled when I read this article, because the details of fighting over a woman - the artists enraged and unable, for the moment, to come to gentler words - make much more sense to me in my appreciation of Van Gogh and his expressions than does the self-mutilation and the violence of razoring his own ear and bleeding for only his own disgust. The affection for Gauguin and other passions they shared, smoking gun or not, makes more sense to me, too.

The other aspect of this that is so wonderfully human is how stories are told, how we accept them, explore them, how they become "fact," until our perception changes to a new level of truth. Today as I was talking with Kathy Oddenino as we prepare for her next seminar, she answered a question I had with "energy is an event! We are an event!" As I come to know Life as energy in matter and motion, I smile to know Life, each moment, is an energy event. To know "we are an event" has yet another twist, another turn, another spiral of energy experience to explore. This story of Van Gogh and Gauguin, whatever the truth of the ear and the sword, reminds me of how passionately we live, and how much better we love as we learn to know our true colors and express them so.

In one letter to his brother Theo, Van Gogh shared a poem which included the words "after the sun's good night kiss." I love the phrase. He spoke about the beauty and wealth of flowers and surprising peacefulness of the parks in London. He sold only one painting during his lifetime, The Red Vineyard (400 francs). Since then, his paintings have brought in record sums and attention. I love Van Gogh's absolute attention and devotion to his craft, to his loves. Speculations abound about the chemical effects of paint fumes, the depression and challenges he faced with beliefs that he worked with in his mind. The record of his passion is clear, and his appreciation of the vitality and life of color. He honored other artists with the same devotion, present, past, and future.

As I think about Van Gogh, his letters, his images, his struggles and joys, I think of letters and images in my own world of influence. As "National Nurses' Week" begins, I'm reading about Florence Nightingale and her work and world of influence. "The pioneers of one generation are forgotten when their work has passed into the accepted doctrine and practice of another." -- Edward Cook, Florence Nightingale . Her influence was in another sphere, which I'll write about in another post. As I read bits of current history, I see shining glimpses of stones in the road which are records of those who have gone before us. When an old friend found me on Facebook last week, she wrote to tell me congratulations, and that she had bought my book and was eagerly awaiting it. I was happy to hear from her again, and happy to know she shared my joy of writing the story of "my life" in one cycle as I've lived it. Out of that great "unknown" (facebook) appeared this friend again, with a picture of her with her beautiful little boy. What joy! Daily news is full of our stories and images. To love ourselves honors each other and each image we create, no matter what we "sell" in this lifetime. Let's honor our stepping stones, and not just wait for their biographers or footnotes in history. We are our own ancestors and we make history as we live every moment. Know Thyself - Share the wealth!

Friday, May 01, 2009

The Sound of Music

I watched this video from a link on Gretchen Rubin's Happiness Project. Her mother-in-law sent her the link. I hope you'll watch it. I smiled as the people smiled, and the collective energy became this great, smiling, clapping joy (minus a few reluctant wonderers and skeptics, whose minds were impressed nonetheless, to be brought up again later.., perhaps when least expected and most wanted...!)

More than 200 dancers were performing their version of "Do Re Mi", in the Central Station of Antwerp. with just 2 rehearsals they created this amazing stunt!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Off and Running

In his book, Creating Mind, John Dowling quotes Lewis Thomas (from The Lives of A Cell: Notes from a Biology Watcher ) writing about the Marine Biological Laboratory (MBL) in Woods Hole, Massachusetts: "The MBL in Woods Hole is a paradigm, a human institution possessed of a life of its own, self-regenerating, touched all around by human meddle but constantly improved, embellished by it....Successive generations of people in bunches, never seeming very well organized, have been building the MBL since it was chartered in 1888."

I like Thomas's description of this human institution possessing a life of its own - self-regenerating, touched....by it... Academic types drifting down, looked around, began explaining things to each other, and the place was off and running...
Many models and studies of life forms at MBL have led to breakthroughs in our understanding of the function of life at different levels, and therefore our appreciation of life at many levels. What we've learned about the nervous system from sea creatures has been invaluable. We've built upon it - though most of us are not aware of how this knowledge has helped us.

This has gotten me thinking about knowledge, the role of knowledge for us as humans, and what prompts us to seek and expand our knowledge as a thinking mind. I know that our greatest motivator is change, our internal need and design as energy. It is not only what I know, or think I know, but my attitude about this phenomenon that is so important. Not so much what I do, bu the energy with which I act. Confidence comes in loving what I know (Know Thyself!), trusting absolutely this love.

JUST THINK. I grew tired of not thinking! Or of rote thinking! This morning on the news I listened to a story about the man just awarded National Teacher of the Year acknowledgement. He was a narcotics police officer in New York for many years before becoming a Special Education teacher. When asked why he became a teacher, he said one thing great about being a policeman was the public service. Yet this focus was reactive, and being a teacher was proactive. Much of the population he served had already made mistakes that he felt could be corrected if people were helped, educated differently earlier. It was a wonderful story, and I applaud such compassion and service to our humanity.

When I read a friend's message telling me of the way honey from the honeycomb tastes, and the way the bees cooperate to create, I too imagine honey in different colors glistening in the sunlight. (She explained how the pollen comes in all different colors, depending on the chemical makeup of the plant they are harvesting at the time.) With another prompt, I listened again to David Bowie's Sound and Vision, taking it all in, and I heard "electric blue" all new - no waiting for sound and vision when I simply let love live in me, remember the rhythm of thoughts that feel and sound of harmony to me. My cells remember, and are happy for it.

Poetry makes itself known always, as we are open to expressing and sensing energy changing. Perhaps dancing. Knowledge of ourselves - the discipline, structure, order of our internal design as energy - lets us love!

Time with my mother teaches me, too, the simple way love is. She is one of my creators, after all. When her blue eyes turn to a milky grey, and her pointing finger shakes, I still see the smile inside, and the way she wants to go on. With others, I hear the hope, acceptance, the compassion, and I feel the love we all share shining through our sometimes clumsy ways.

We laugh and let ourselves feel the love that lights our way, as we make our own ways. Kathy Oddenino wrote, "As we allow our loving emotions to live through the energy fields of our Ethical Values, we raise ourselves into a higher level of thinking than we have ever lived before."
When we know we have to "save ourselves," we will seek knowledge to help ourselves. Love is our protection! We're not excited about what we don't know. Within ourselves we find our lessons and our strength.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Mystic-Lit

"I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live."
V.Sackville-West, from Billie Hinton's March 8, 2008 blog post (With a Bow to Virginia Woolf)

Billie Hinton has a blog on writing, which she invites "locals" to share. I sent her a post, which she kindly added today. She has another blog camera-obscura with a picture I love, to begin, and a wonderful way of sharing her natural world. I look forward to reading more. I hope you'll visit and take them in!

Mystic-lit is dedicated to conversation about writing. New content is sporadic these days, and dependent on someone sending me a post that knocks my socks off. If you're interested in blogging here about writing craft, process, publishing, or lifestyle, send your post to blog-owner and regular contributor, Billie Hinton. Meanwhile, enjoy your writing journey!

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

I Decided I Should Take Pictures


"Photographer Helen Levitt, best known for her lyrical depictions of New York City street life, died in her sleep at the age of 95. Brooklyn-born Levitt dropped out of high school and in 1931 took a job working for a commercial photographer in the Bronx. "And I decided I should take pictures of working class people and contribute to the movements," she said in a 2002 interview with NPR. "Whatever movements there were—Socialism, Communism, whatever was happening. And then I saw pictures of Cartier-Bresson, and realized that photography could be an art—and that made me ambitious."

That's something of an understatement. Levitt soon met Cartier-Bresson (during his 1935 stint in New York), befriended Walker Evans, and through him, met Ben Shahn and James Agee, who both proved to be major influences on her work. In 1943, she had her first solo exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art and went on to show in Edward Steichen's landmark 1955 "Family of Man" exhibition and many, many other shows, including retrospectives at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the International Center of Photography, and the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. Upon visiting her apartment, a reporter was surprised to find none of Levitt's photographs on display. "I know what they look like," she said. "I don't want to look at them all the time."


Chemical affinity
Near infinity
The brain understanding itself

Laughs at its shenanigans, its poetry in motion,
Even the missed step, misstep,
The Trip on the near ladder rung or near the top railing,
The Unfortunate standing on a dance partner’s toe safely covered in shoe.

Even in the Old Days, as ancients prepared to visit the Oracle,
They were reminded to Know Thyself; know what you want to know,
Before you ask for answers, and be ready to hear the answers,
already known.

I’ve always had this affinity for infinity, this dalliance with what I thought was brilliance, teasing it out,chasing it down, the light at the end of the hallway, or the Shakespeares, the Sherlock Holmes among us, moving fast with lantern in hand, eyes on the next prize, the answers always ready to be shown, as asked for.

When I read of someone like Helen Levitt dying, and a quick postcard view of her life affinity for photographing the common man of her world, the people on the city street, how she came to know this documentation itself was its own art, her way – I’m reminded of how beautiful it is when we follow, live the art of our heart through the tenacity of our thinking mind. The obituaries and tributes I read of Helen Levitt brought Grace Paley to my mind. I love images, documentation, especially when images are appreciated in their own detail. Certain minds appreciate certain images, because our emotional memories are what they are to us, and our thinking evolves as we develop those relationships within us, honor them as the eternal flames they are, in life.

Recently I watched part of a UNCTV program about linguists. Two young scientists documented their journeys around the world, in their commitment to preserve dying languages. They traveled to Siberia, Bolivia, among other places. They did a wonderful job sharing their commitment to this preservation of life. My memory may be inaccurate, but I think I remember that in Siberia, fewer than 10 people still speak Chulym, and 4 of those had died since the four years of their documenting. Some of their subjects had never seen a video camera or computer, nor, then, themselves upon the screen, played back. One man wiped tears from his eyes as he remembered his mother encouraging him to keep the language. He spoke of his disappointment and shame when he tried to write the language, using Russian letters, and offended people when he showed it to them and they did not understand it. It was another great example to me of how much damage we create, with its many ripple effects through history and culture, when we fear something “unknown” to us, and we are unwilling to embrace new thought, knowledge, learning ,change - and how much wonderful memory, joy, we create when we acknowledge and cherish our memories.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Joanna Catherine Scott and her new book

Joanna Catherine Scott is a fascinating woman. She is passionate about humans and our history, and she is passionate about justice.

Here is a great bio bit from her web site (go to her site and read the "rest of the story"):
However, since I have been accused of being snooty because I have no personal data on my website, here is a brief summary of my life for those who like to know about such things: I was born during an air raid over London, raised in Australia by a mother who had been a stage and radio actress but got saved in a panic due to Mr. Hitler’s bombs and eventually became a Pentecostal preacher, exorcist and healer.

My father had a hand in raising me as well. As a young man, he took his degree in engineering from the University of Melbourne, then worked his way to England as a ship’s engineer, where he took up a post-graduate apprenticeship with Metropolitan Vickers in Manchester. When WWII broke out, he joined the British Royal Engineers (or Sappers), which went ahead of the army into France and Belgium. Later, he took over production of the Bailey Bridge, the “instant” bridge used by British and US troops all over Europe. Back in Australia, he went into the steam combustion engineering business, managing a company that built boilers for electric plants. He was a phlegmatic man and adored my mother to the end despite her proselytizing religious fervor.


On Friday night I went to listen to Joanna Scott as she "launched" her new book, Child of the South, at Market Street Books in Southern Village (Chapel Hill), where she had launched the first (The Road From Chapel Hill, to which this one is sequel) two and a half years ago, according to Kathryn Henderson (owner of Market Street store and good friend of the author's). I met Joanna through Kathryn, when Kathryn invited Joanna to attend Kathy Oddenino's book event at Market Street a few years ago.

The room was full at Friday's book launch, and many seemed familiar with Joanna's work. I was fascinated with her stories, full of her researched details of the Old South - in particular, North Carolina's south, which her characters embody. I learned of Abraham Galloway - a handsome (mixed race), imposing, bold activist whose funeral, in Wilmington, drew 6,000 people or more, the largest in the state's history. He was only 33 when he died, in 1870. (Apparently, descriptions of people dying from "sudden illnesses" were common.) Galloway had a dramatic passion for justice and the dream of justice being real, every day, for all. Scott described the silence as the thousands of people marched in procession, when the streets in town were white sand and all that could be heard were the feet as they marched and the wheels of the carriages as they made their way. Her obsession with Galloway began her interest in writing this sequel, Joanna said. She loves to read history, and read excerpts from local newspapers following the passage of legislation when Negroes were given the right to vote. No one was "PC" then, she said, and the views were bold and, to me, shocking. Southern Historical archives are full of the treasures of our past, and this Australian-bred local author writes with great humor and compassion about the human dynamics of our history. What a treat it was to hear her and learn more about this land we call home. Thank you, Market Street, for hosting this event, sharing treasures from home and abroad.

A Few Spring Snapshots, First bright Sunday in Pittsboro



Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Love Me Tender

Tomorrow is April 1st. My, how time does move and change. Since my last post I spent a weekend in Memphis with my Mom and Aunt and Uncle. The air travel was happily uneventful, except for expected events, which included short delays because of fog and thunderstorms in Atlanta that started a ripple effect of delays during the day. The AirTran crew (one lively woman in particular) was delightfully enjoying herself, and very funny as she announced her expected announcements re: safety, electronic equipment, time, and more. I really appreciate those personalities.

Atlanta was a hubbub of activity, as always. What a great way to help yourself become conscious of "energy is real" - being in a busy airport and slowing yourself down, including your heartbeat, taking in the whole scene if only for a moment. The scope and layers and rhythms, smells, sounds, and sights are an amazing tapestry, motion picture, silent picture, wall hanging - any image you want to choose. An art gallery in the making all the time. One very young woman sat next to me on a connecting flight. She had her ipod and headphones, focused intently on her own music. Part of the time her plug wasn't plugged all the way, or some connection wasn't completely sealed, because I could hear the "white noise" of her music, the louder songs louder, like a blur of static in the energy fields we shared. When it stopped, the silence was magnetic. I listened to both, tuning in and out, occasionally looking at her face, which was slightly hidden by a mass of tight curls. She had pretty brown eyes. I had the aisle seat, she had the middle. On her right was a teenage boy, quiet, calm, and an intense thinker. He had a very deliberate way of moving, using his body.

Between flights I got a bite to eat in a very busy place in the Atlanta airport. What a whirlwind that was. One of the waiters I've noticed before when I've traveled and stopped there for a while. He is an older man, been there a long time and has good experience in "taking care of people." He is a fast-moving body of calm in the midst of the cacophony of transients with much on their minds.

As I made the quick trip, I felt I had been through a time warp. I thought about this feeling, and of all the sensations I was conscious of - as I traveled, as I walked through the airport, as I talked with different people. With my Mom, I watched her blue eyes with their deepening beautiful grey shine, and her hair growing back with those soft curls. As a helper and I went through Dad's clothes and gave them to a friend who could use them, I remembered him in flashes as he wore some of those things - the belt, the shoes, the sweater, asking Mom if this one looked alright. I cried a little as I remembered some of these images, as I felt his presence, his hand patting me on the shoulder as he used to do, smiling a little - that quiet comfort which was his natural way of being and expression. We had a few good laughs, too, as we remembered.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A Whole New Mind


Last night, on a tip from a friend, we watched Daniel Pink's Living on the Right Side of the Brain on UNC-TV. The promo goes, learn more about your grey matter, explore how right brain abilities can make you more effective in your career and relationships. Dan Pink has a new book, A Whole New Mind: Why Right-Brainers will Rule the World, and PBS is a perfect venue to promote it. As he says, public television is "whole-mind television." Pink is smart, funny, and full of practical, simple examples that made me think, smile, and laugh out loud. (One was a little book of six-word autobiographies/memoirs. We tried it - I wrote, Longed for more, then found it.) He writes and talks about how our thinking is changing, the importance of pattern recognition, and why anyone who says any variation of "but I can't do that, I don't think that way" is full of bunk.

Watch the 5 min. youtube clip!

My waking dreams show me we are awakening our dreams - we're all philosophers at heart!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

How Crackers Show Affection

In a publishers' email I read of an event which included this great description: Janis Owen, the author of The Cracker Kitchen, came to Fairhope (Alabama) over the weekend and demonstrated how to make sweet potato pie at The Village Peddler, the town's kitchenware store. "Giving you something is how a Cracker shows affection," Owen told her audience. "If you were to tell my momma that you liked her iron skillet, she'd put it in the car before you left her house." This may be, too, a "relic" from our Egyptian memories, of sending our objects of value with us to the "afterlife," to appease the gods, or to use however we might need. Amazing to think on how our thoughts reflect our histories, our every cellular story.

As Janis O. writes on her blog, I frankly fear my biscuits will disappoint, and am privately relieved to be making them in the Great State of Alabama, where there is a good-natured acceptance of human frailty. If my biscuits fail to rise, I will be pitied rather than despised. Probably sell more books.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

"The Illusion of Death Does Not Affect What Is"

Monday night two friends and I joined others at the Triangle Philosophy "Meet-up" at Porter's Tavern in Raleigh to watch the award-winning documentary, Flight From Death. (It was fun!) The documentary was three years in the making, photographed in eight different countries, and features an all-star cast of scholars, authors, philosophers, professors and researchers in a film that is thought-provoking, entertaining, and creatively unique.

Once the film began and I listened to the professors speak about Ernest Becker, I vaguely remembered hearing about him many years ago. I never read any of his work, but remembered reading about him, and others' views of his work. Along with so much else, that information faded away in my mind's ocean. Becker is said to have written about the "science of human kind." NOW, I am very interested in the science of human kind! I enjoyed the video, and the questions we can ask ourselves, as thinkers, are necessary to changing our way of being together in the world. What are we to do with life? Are we a viable form of life? What is the root cause of human aggression? Social scientists' experiments reveal more to us about our behavior and motivations, and if we are open and interested in self-knowledge, we will learn a lot from them. They talk about how we create illusions to give meaning to our experience; how we create and turn to the symbolic when our literal world fails us; the idea that remembrance is the way we deal with the brevity of life. We use illusions to hide facts or to better explore facts, depending upon our way of thinking. They talk about how reminders of our own death affect our behavior. They talk about "consciousness." Yet I don't know how they define consciousness.

As always happens, after seeing the video, I began to see everywhere phrases and symbols and behaviors which related to what I was made more conscious of in the film. For example, later that night I picked up the best-selling novel (Civil War setting) Cold Mountain from my bedside table before going to sleep. I flipped open to a page and read, "And, too, Inman guessed Swimmer's spells were right in saying a man's spirit could be torn apart and cease and yet his body keep on living. They could take death blows independently. He was himself a case in point, and perhaps not a rare one, for his spirit, it seemed, had been about burned out of him but he was yet walking. Feeling empty, however, as the core of a big blackgum tree. Feeling strange as well, for his recent experience had led him to fear that the mere existence of the Henry repeating rifle or the eprouvette mortar made all the talk of spirit immediately antique. His spirit, he feared, had been blasted away so that he had become lonesome and estranged from all around him as a sad old heron standing pointless watch in the mudflats of a pond lacking frogs. It seemed a poor swap to find that the only way one might keep from fearing death was to act numb and set apart as if dead already, with nothing much left of yourself but a hut of bones." (22) Then I remembered something else I had read in the book before: "What would be the cost of not having an enemy? Who could you strike for retribution other than yourself?"

Death is the truth of our design, I heard a spiritual philosopher say. I've been thinking of this since watching the video. Listening to an old tape by Kathy Oddenino, focused on "Loss, Death, and Grief," I hear the words, "The illusion of death does not affect what is." This tape has helped me to think about the energy of change as I feel the levels of sadness about my Dad and the challenges he lived. It's fantastic. To live the good within us is to live the god within us. I have been learning the cost of not having an enemy, as I continue to study Spiritual Philosophy. The cost is simply the knowledge of "good and evil." Back to the Garden!

Spiritual philosophy defines consciousness and teaches us to "know ourselves," asking questions and continuing to know ourselves as energy living in matter, our "intelligent design." Each cell within me tells its own story, and the congregation of cells within me lives its own "joyful noise," or cacophony, harmony of spheres, all constantly in motion. Today I've felt the effects of mind-expanding conversation, not enough water, a little too much wine, and the wonderful release that tears can bring. I feel the life within me change as I think on these things, as I move and do, and with each smile that overrides shadows. I hear the birds expressing themselves in their wonderful ways. The soldier Inman may rest in peace as we do, when we truly study the science of humankind and let our self-knowledge lead us into new relationships as we learn to love ourselves. The way of human growth is to transition through our feelings of loss into the energy our true love.

I enjoyed the Triangle Philosophy adventure, the questions, the lively conversation with inquiring minds, and am going to look up Ernest Becker!

Saturday, March 07, 2009

How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?

Practice! Practice! Practice!

Watch Richard Restak on Neuroscience and Advertising
I have been reading Richard Restak’s 1995 book, BrainScapes, as part of our ongoing Spiritual Philosophy study, and I’m fascinated by what I’m connecting (literally) with what I read last year in Malcolm Gladwell’s book Outliers: The Story of Success. Gladwell discovered patterns of behavior in personalities who developed their interests into skills that put them ahead of the average person in their use of those applied skills and discoveries. He questions our assumptions about the inevitable result of innate or natural talent. (Bill Gates and Bill Joy, founder of Sun Microsystems among other things, are familiar examples.) In his research Gladwell discovers a pattern of “immersion,” practice, development with a particular focus that is measurable in terms of hours and the numbers of hours in relationship to “success.” The number he comes up with is 10,000 hours of applied and persistent focus over time. His emphasis is that what he calls “outliers” (something out of the ordinary) reach their status through a combination of ability, opportunity, and “arbitrary advantage.” (Gladwell, 37)

In my interpretive reading, Restak, a brain scientist, explains how this pattern works in the brain, based on the research of the moment. Synapses occur because the chemical mechanisms cooperate in ways that prepare for the moment of transmission, create the chemical signal, and follow the transmission with one of two defined interactions - if all works according to the brain design. “Most neuroscientists now believe the organ remains malleable throughout life. Each thought and behavior is embedded within the circuitry of the neurons and, according to one hypothesis, neuronal activity accompanying or initiating an experience persists in the form of reverberating neuronal circuits, which become more strongly defined with repetition.” (38) Experiments involving neurosurgical patients show that a person cannot simply choose to be conscious of stimulation. A certain duration or “time on” of neuronal activity may be one factor separating conscious and unconscious brain functioning. Duration below a certain minimum does not change our level of thinking (conscious choice!). Restak gives examples, too, such as boxers and the patterning of their brains to instantaneously respond and thus their limbs “act” to support their highest potential of behavior in the given situation in the ring. More practice makes for better performance as the repetition occurs to expand these patterns of chemical interaction. If our patterning is “negative,” that is if we repeat our addictive behavior of drugs, alcohol, wife-beating, whatever degree of depression we are living, we are still reinforcing our brain patterning, but in a “descending” pattern, not an “ascending” pattern. Rather than civilizing our minds and therefore our lives, we are criminalizing them and abusing the internal intelligent design with which we are made.

This is even more fascinating to me because of what we are being taught in
Spiritual Philosophy as the “intelligent design” of us as energy and matter. As Restak writes, “At least in theory, all that we are and all that we have done could be read by an observer capable of deciphering the connections and circuits that have been established within our 50 billion nerve cells.” (38) Restak clearly explains the pattern of depolarization as it happens within the brain cells. Spiritual Philosophy teaches us to open our thinking mind, or to let our thinking mind open, to the energy of us as evolving consciousness – and thus begin to know ourselves as “eternal energy beings.” The “Now Is” reality of us as energy is defined, in physical terms, by how we live as individual human beings - by the activity within our brains, even as the research of today indicates. When we believe that we live more than one life as unique human beings, these patterns of brain activity, just as the patterns of our human interaction in all of our personal relationships, can be explained and understood – in their infinite potential.

The brain’s modules, sometimes widely separated groups of neuronal circuits, cooperatively create what none of them can do separately, Restak explains. I’m thinking about all of this in relationship to all I hear on the news about the “stimulus package,” views of what’s best for the collective, the necessary sacrifices and compromises, the action for the collective good in the “long run,” the ensuing debates and battles over outcomes and choices. As I think about how we live these levels within us, through our accumulated experience and memories, I recognize the patterns and how the proof of our learning is in how we are able to understand and live "consciousness” of the Ethical Values as our internal spiritual energy design. “Energy” and “spiritual” become redundant once we known ourselves. We are spiritual energy beings because of our design as energy experiencing matter through lifetime after lifetime. Without this knowledge, we habitually and repetitiously project images of ourselves and of the world as we perceive it, onto the screen of our “mind,” and we adapt our way of living to these images, sometimes forcing ourselves not to think any differently.

Spiritual Philosophy teaches us that philosophy is a way of life – thinking about ourselves as energy, and every application of our thinking mind, our energy fluxes, our joys, sorrows and spectrum of emotions, our infinite sensory expressions – are how we know who we are as we interact as energy expressions of the creative life force constantly in motion. We are not separate from the energy of events. We ARE the energy of the events of our lives. We create the energy of our interactions by the energy that we generate and live as energy beings!

I think about my father’s frustration and persistent attempt to “think through” and use his memory as he once did, and beyond. His advancing Parkinson’s disease, as we define the activity and symptoms today, showed disturbances and disruptions in the nerve communication of the basal ganglia in the brain, which affected every other energy function. Some days he had trouble orienting himself in the “past, present or future,” because the connections did not add up so his mind could make sense of his physical reality.

Constantly, today, we talk about memory. In the news are statistics about aging, memory loss, Alzheimers, about medications to improve memory function. With this, at the level of science, comes our perception of the chemical reactions that are deficient or in excess to create and affect memory function in our brains. Among people, we begin to talk about this as though it is “normal,” a normal aspect of our aging. We say things like, “you shouldn’t have that (memory loss) at your age!” Or, after all, you are 85.” What does all of this “thinking” tell us about our perceptions and beliefs about ourselves?

More and more, also, we are thinking, in our culture, about how to boost our brain power. We talk about “success” and how to use our brain more effectively. Every way we think is reflected in our physical lives. We are still trying to clearly understand form and function and the relationship of our energy as matter, yet to a large extent, many of us are not even aware of the question we are trying to answer. We relate the question to the level that we are living as a thinking mind. For example, if my doctor tells me my test showed my cholesterol is too high, how do I successfully change that?

These physical applications are just peripheral branches of the family tree which is what Aristotle called the eternal question: What is reality? This question isn’t “abstract." It simply means, in considering anything about life, what do we consider essential to it (or our relationship to it).

When I think about myself and my life, I think about the many details to attend to: food, water, sleep, bills to pay, schedules to keep, maintenance of all things physical. I am responsible for my life in all aspects. My mind has had to come to know and begin to understand that we are energy and matter, and the mind’s role in the creator of my quality of life as a functioning physical being before the haze of sensory fragmentation (depression) could clear. This is where Restak’s description of brain activity and the patterns of neural circuits supports the success of Spiritual Philosophy as our goal of a way of life as a civilized (ethical) being. The knowledge of the internal chemical energy design of us as Ethical Values raises or expands the consciousness of a thinking mind into a civilized cooperative response to creative life at higher and higher levels.

This is why it is fun to learn! The mind seeks answers. The duration of our stimulus in life determines the outcome of that stimulus,as that chemical interaction reflects our level of thinking (or knowledge). I feel depressed when I am not using my energy productively (creatively). I feel happy as I know myself better, and part of knowing myself better means I know “how I work!” As my Dad said, sadly, “It’s just pitiful!” – as he wanted to be able to DO what he wanted to do, and his energy and matter were not functioning at the level he remembered and had become accustomed to. This is how I understand the way memories work in our cells. My depression in my early life was the result of accumulation of energy buildup from my repetition of thinking and resulting behaviors over thousands of years as consciousness. My thinking mind wasn’t keeping up the pace that my consciousness is designed to live. That creates a shadow cast upon a life. The sun shines brightly when we have a Eureka moment. The warmth and heat of love brings us in from the cold of our thoughts of fear that are simply a physically patterned response, an awareness without true understanding, which satisfies the mind and motivates more, faster. This is why we cannot truly ever control another person. Our prisons and liberation are always first within our own mind.

Restak writes, “Later we will discuss why true knowledge may require reliance on a clever understanding of the brain’s process – the millisecond communi-cation within the networks of nerve cells widespread throughout the brain. “ (12) Socrates’ dictum that “virtue is knowledge,” supports this modern research of the brain, if we begin to think of ourselves as energy and matter expressing itself through this intelligent design of Ethical Values. No matter the “function” or role in life we choose, our virtue (the integrity of our function) depends upon our possession of the knowledge relating to that function. If we want to be a shoemaker, for example, the first thing necessary is to know what a shoe is and what it is meant for. It does no good spending time deciding on the best tools and material and methods without a clear plan in our mind of what it is we want to produce through our thinking and subsequent action based upon that knowledge. (Consumer reports are no help if we don’t know what we are looking for!) We ought to be able to describe the nature of the thing we want to produce and the use we will make of it. (Thus, if we cannot communicate clearly our intentions, what we do is not useful!) What is the function of man? Once we understand that we are energy first and matter second, our function as we choose it follows in an ethical manner, no matter our physical choice of activity.

In her first book, The Joy of Health, Kathy Oddenino writes, “Evolved humans will learn the balance of body, mind and spirit by starting first with the body.” (25) “Understanding the role of the mind in health is the first step to healing.” Good health is the secret to joy, and the ultimate in learning is the awareness of joy in being. Spiritual Philosophy teaches that we must start with learning to live the joy of health to feel joy in being, which is a lesson of the physical on Earth. Kathy explains how we do not know the negative effect we have upon our body when we do not live in our moment of power. We cannot truly and consistently live in our moment of power until we grow into knowing ourselves as energy beings creating matter as chemical interactions, and the joy that such chemical interactions can create.

The more knowledge we gain, the better we function, if we apply that knowledge. (And knowledge isn’t truly gained unless it is learned; otherwise it remains information, falsely unrelated to us, as the clouds are if we simply see them as "clouds.") The spectacular beauty, and common sense once my mind knows it, of spiritual philosophy and Socrates’ dictum that “virtue is knowledge,” is that this statement explains the integration of form and function, of energy and matter creating itself through our life experiences. Clichés define our perception about our level of thinking: she’s not playing with a full deck; the porch light is on, but nobody’s home; he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer. We act like we know what we mean when we say these things. Yet, do we really? What level of understanding are we using? Why is that enough for us?

Thinking is fun! Now I’m listening to the raindrops converge outside, hitting the ground and every other surface as they fall. The heat just kicked on inside this building. I’m happy to be here, thinking, breathing. And now I’m getting hungry! My neural network is alive. (Energy is real!)

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

In memory

In the fourth watch
Of the night
He left us

When we got the call,
You need to come.
His death.

This is what I think,
Today,
Holding the threads of memory,
Experience, and mystery.
He did not leave unannounced,
Was simply unburdened,
Lifted, I imagine,
The dark hours he swallowed
No longer visible.

He died in his sleep on Sunday, resurrection day,
Surely as he wished.

We smile,
Knowing it had been 40 days.

That'll preach,
As will many things.

I was a witness that cool, dark morning,
His body stretched out on that bed,
Regal in his poverty,
A gentle spirit returning home.

I am not looking for infinite reminders,
Only the particulars of him,
His face. His hands. The shape of his body.
His smile.

Nothing hidden or dimmed,
This is what I fill my arms with.

In memory

by Mike Martin

Monday, March 02, 2009

The Secret to Begin Again

"The secret to begin our understanding of everything is for us to open our thinking mind to understand energy and how we relate to all energy." (14)

"Love is in the mind of the beholder." from Kathy Oddenino's class, The Energy of the Thinking Mind (Feb. 15)


My Dad died early in the morning on Sunday, February 1st. There is so much to say about him, and from so many perceptions even as I have had, from the time I was a child throughout the years of growing into the person I am at this moment. Dad was simple in his love of life, his love of people, his way of showing and living love. He did not want to make things complicated, and preferred that others not do so either. He aimed to simplify. This is one of many characteristics of his personality that I appreciated. My cousins and siblings and their family members that could had traveled to Memphis for the weekend to celebrate my mother and her twin sister’s 80th birthday. Dad had gone from the hospital to a nursing/rehab facility, where he lived since a few days before Christmas. He was determined to be home for a few hours on this birthday, for the "birthday party. " We picked him up that Saturday, and, though he wasn’t feeling well that morning, he focused the energy he had, and came home. He was glad to be there, and ready to leave when he did – in every aspect of the word.

The memorial service for him was a wonderful tribute – both because of all of those who made the effort to attend, from near and far, and all of the acknowledgements given, the words spoken, the flowers in their array of beauty, the music, the food, the presence of all.

Once more, Dad has given me a priceless gift, helping me to understand and appreciate the gift of life itself and its many levels of change. Dad knew my constant quest to "understand everything," and he both supported and questioned me always, as I lived this quest, even when our perceptions were different. His was a mind always questioning, and always coming up with faith and hope, and the simplicity of love in action. These observations and feelings were repeated by many at the service in celebration of his life, and in many of the cards my mother has received.

For Dad, life was only worth living when love could be actively lived and expressed. As he once wrote in reference to the more than 200 funerals he gave when asked, life is about quality not time.

"As a normal sequence of events, truth will shine like a beacon of light as the scenario develops, because the truth will find its own form of revealment." (Kathy Oddenino, 11)

As we waited in the nursing home for the funeral home to come and "remove the body," I looked at and felt his face, and I knew, again, the reality that the spirit energy is what animates us, gives life to our matter. He was smiling a little, a familiar smile, and his matter, his lifeless body was "left behind." Him and not him. In this way I understand better how we leave imprints of energy behind as we grow and change, and that these ripples of energy that we create as we live and die affect all. With my brothers and sister, and other friends and the attendants there, I felt the energy change as absolutely and beautifully real. A tear as in fabric, and my tears spontaneous and full, and in acknowledgement of what I love and will miss forever in him as "here" – and as the perfection of freedom and the constancy of change, the power of love.

I love you a bushel and a peck, too, Dad -
(For the last few years Dad used to say this to us all the time, and for the longest time I didn't know where the line came from. I remembered again recently that it was a lyric written by Frank Loesser for Guys and Dolls (1950).

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Spiritual Conversations


Email me if you want to join a "Happy Hour (or two)" of "Spiritual Conversation." Friday, Feb. 27, 7pm. It will be fun!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Dad (03.07.23 - 02.01.09)

No word captures
you except as you were,
spring, summer, fall, winters
of your life, and our lives -
busy, alive.

You hummed, whistled, softly sang,
caring, doing, after so much digging,
plowing, sowing, praying.

I know so much of you
from how you were with me, one
of my creators.

Your collection of ribbons,
nails, scraps, screws -
things with purpose
still unknown.

What a man leaves -
a worn billfold, a wedding ring,
old watch
hold such memory, artifacts
of days, of love,
of time gone by.

Those were the days, he'd say.
Now, home.




Sunday, January 25, 2009

2009 Inspiration Awards, Pass-Them-On

2009 Inspiration Award

My old friend Paul Harvey did a nice thing and passed along to me an Inspiration Award, with a plug for my blog on his active historians' site. I do remember the poem he refers to in his note, and his "ruffled purity." Thanks, Paul!

Here are just a few I want to pass it on to:
1) back atcha, Paul, and all of your contributing editors. When I drop in, I find a world of historians, educators, academics that introduce me to a world of scholarship, thought, and information that makes me smile and give a great big wave to our History horizon. And thanks for your links, too - I've visited A Historian's Craft a few times and love her view. What a treat!

2) Kathy Oddenino's NDPstories blog - because learning to know the nervous system and why our human design as energy and matter is so beautiful (and designed to heal!). Also so refreshing and needed in our world where so many of us are sick and without the knowledge that we are made to heal ourselves. NDP stories

3) My friend Pesay You's blog - a spiritual philosopher with an engineering mind the likes of which you won't read anywhere else

4) Expanding World is my friend Linda Bruce's blog. An activist for enjoying our world's many creations, a playful creator of abundant talents, and a crusader for "public health." Check hers out!

5) Saturdays in Saxapahaw When I moved to North Carolina, this little town was undergoing its own change - reinforcing, enhancing, acknowledging the beauty of history and also building for Now, the future! Thanks to all who have been part of this effort! If you visit the "new" Saxapahaw General Store, say hi to Jeff Barney for me.

More blogs I want to pass on will follow! Thank you, Paul for the inspiration-

Friday, January 23, 2009

A Lot Cheaper Than Therapy

"For those who resolved this year to read more books, the Sacramento Bee offered a guide to bookstores in the California capital. As the paper so nicely noted, 'The bookstore is a meditative place full of wonders to discover, and it's a lot cheaper than therapy.'" Shelf-Awareness

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Fine Art of Creating Ourselves

Love is a beautiful emotion, but it must be used wisely to protect ourselves from energy that is traumatic to our Spiritual energy. We must be able to differentiate between the energy that feels good with our energy and the energy that does not feel good with our energy. (22-23, K Oddenino handout)

When we learn to live through the love within us, we trigger the love within other people. (23)

Creating ourselves is a fine art. We create a new image of ourselves and our focus in life.

I love learning Spiritual Philosophy. I love the way I feel when I make connections in my mind, like answering questions that may have lain dormant for years, or centuries, which "suddenly" are remembered, uncovered, revealed by the winds of change blowing in a new time and space. Jan. 18th's seminar on Our True Relationship to Physical Energy and Why We Create Disease inspired me further as this year begins.

Here are a few thoughts inspired from the day's learning, and the Inauguration into a New Year of Change. Rather than blame or judge, find the lesson, the connection for you of your soul and spirit lesson as it is reflected in the physical, in your behavior, your thoughts, feelings, the need to “chew on” what you are not yet ready to let go of. It has not always been easy for me to change my image of friendship, for example – my image of myself as a friend, or of others as friends. Why? Because as an ego self I believed that change meant “loss”? As I did change my image of myself, I was sometimes reluctant (afraid), or slow to see, that changing my image of myself meant changing my perception and therefore the reality of my physical, mental,and emotional interaction in some relationships. Fear begets defensiveness, control, protectionism, jealousy, competition. This illusion controls thought like a binding glove, or rope. Any tethering that is tightly bound is a control, not a safety net. Even this is making the image physical – rather than the “tethering” of the umbilical cord, the silver thread that connects us in the image of creators to creation. Meiosis, mitosis, the threads of chemicals that build themselves, connect, interact, change and grow, let go. The fear is a belief of an old self which had to make sure “I” was real, by pinching myself, opening my eyes, blinking. Are you still there? Here? How do I know, unless I can touch, feel, hear you? It is a dependency upon the five PHYSICAL senses as real only in their “physical” interpretation. I chose to be born as a triplet, with the inimitable support of my parents and brothers and sister. To be together as energy, as a conception then expanding, growing through evolution into an embryonic energy and on into the development and birth as a physical being, is a way to be conscious of the whole cycle, with “witnesses.” Clever, isn’t it.

Fear of change and a perception of change as a “loss” rather than gain is a fear of life, a fear of death, a fear of love, a fear of "energy as real." Expressions as an ego self are easy and quickly drawn. They become habitual, obsessive. Expressions as a loving self require attention to detail in the ways that women throughout history have woven beautiful blankets, knitted beautiful tapestries, made delicate, elaborate tablecloths and bedspreads which are passed down through generations of families. It is the lessons of energy, as energy, that we are created to learn. Their expressions can be beautiful, as we honor the art of their (our) creation, and take the time and energy to create the beauty our love motivates us to create.

Often in our Spiritual Philosophy seminars, Kathy Oddenino brings up the potential of DNA research to “show us who we are” as eternal energy beings. She shares stories of her life in the medical world, when she worked with others in research to uncover these patterns of life at a time when DNA research was in its infancy. At the seminar on Sunday (this year’s focus is on Being Spiritual, understanding Energy and the Ethical Values…), I thought about this again. When I, as a thinking mind, take in information and add to my storehouse of experience, and I do not understand the relationship of the information to myself as an energy being, I remain the same identity I was before I heard the information, except maybe I have added a little swagger. There may be an added sense of confidence, the blind faith of “information” as a tool, a god that protects me from the dangers of ignorance, should I ever need that piece of information. I trust I’ll know where to find it. It may be like knowing I need a photo ID now to board an airplane. Without it, there is chaos, maybe frustration, a necessary change of plan with a variety of levels of drama. With ID in hand, I feel secure – I have what I need, what they want. If I feel I don’t have what I need, or what someone else may require or want, do I feel insecure? What an interesting pattern this is! During the seminar we spoke about the imperative that we know ourselves as unique, as individuals, as creators, that we trust ourselves above others. Only we can learn to know ourselves as energy beings, to craft the dynamic personality we want to be, to live. Copying another, depending upon another's example even, dishonors us as eternal energy beings designed with unmatched intelligence. To know this as an eternal energy being (as all human beings are) is to love the excitement of “having what I need always.” No more shaking like a leaf on a tree when confronted by an “unknown,” as a DNA researcher who fears that his own DNA markers will “mark him for life” as he is bound by his (or her) belief that we live only one life! The joy is in the living, the thinking, the loving,the discovery, changing, the reality that as energy we have a precise design and we create patterns as energy through which we express ourselves as we search, live and change.

I have no doubt about my identity as an energy being - do I? As a thinking mind I am learning to eternally appreciate the beauty of the reality that we are our own creators, the gods of our own design because we share this common heritage of an intelligent design, as eternal energy beings. How do I love? By honoring this joy that conscious creation brings, always, and by acknowledging and sharing the love I feel. My friends, I honor you in your creations and want to know more! History is our patchwork of stories as evolving consciousness. I’ve gotten some text messages from soul images of myself that I’ve read with new eyes, in this “transition to power” time. No more will I depend upon the strength of relationships as "fixed bridges," as I still honor our mutual creations with their time and space signature. Now, the task that thrills my soul is to honor the changes we live, the attractions of energy that continues to expand itself as I/we nurture it. This is a kind of “re-birthing” for me in this new year. And it’s one more growing-up lesson! As an acquaintance experiencing the sadness of loss and the sweetness of memories wrote to me, yes, happy new year…it will be a good one, I feel sure. It’s a big journey.