Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Access the Power of Now


(by Eckhart Tolle)

Are you stressed? Are you so busy getting to the future that the present is reduced to a means of getting there? Stress is caused by being "here" but wanting to be "there," or being in the present but wanting to be in the future. It's a split that tears you apart inside.

Does the past take up a great deal of your attention? Do you frequently talk and think about it, either positively or negatively? The great things that you have achieved, your adventures or experiences, or your victim story and the dreadful things that were done to you, or maybe what you did to someone else?

Are your thought processes creating guilt, pride, resentment, anger, regret, or self-pity? Then you are not only reinforcing a false sense of self but also helping to accelerate your body's aging process by creating an accumulation of past in your psyche. Verify this for yourself by observing those around you who have a strong tendency to hold on to the past.

DIE TO THE PAST EVERY MOMENT

You don't need it. Only refer to it when it is absolutely relevant to the present. Feel the power of this moment and the fullness of Being. Feel your presence.

Are you worried? Do you have many "what if" thoughts? You are identified with your mind, which is projecting itself into an imaginary future situation and creating fear. There is no way that you can cope with such a situation, because it doesn't exist. It's a mental phantom. You can stop this health- and life-corroding insanity simply by acknowledging the present moment.

BECOME AWARE OF YOUR BREATHING

Feel the air flowing in and out of your body. Feel your inner energy field. All that you ever have to deal with, cope with, in real life -- as opposed to imaginary mind projections -- is this moment. Ask yourself what "problem" you have right now, not next year, tomorrow, or five minutes from now. What is wrong with this moment?

You can always cope with the Now, but you can never cope with the future -- nor do you have to. The answer, the strength, the right action, or the resource will be there when you need it, not before, not after.

ARE YOU A HABITUAL 'WAITER'?

How much of your life do you spend waiting? What I call "small-scale waiting" is waiting in line at the post office, in a traffic jam, at the airport, or waiting for someone to arrive, to finish work, and so on. "Large-scale waiting" is waiting for the next vacation, for a better job, for the children to grow up, for a truly meaningful relationship, for success, to make money, to be important, to become enlightened. It is not uncommon for people to spend their whole life waiting to start living.

Waiting is a state of mind. Basically, it means that you want the future; you don't want the present. You don't want what you've got, and you want what you haven't got. With every kind of waiting, you unconsciously create inner conflict between your here and now, where you don't want to be, and the projected future, where you want to be. This greatly reduces the quality of your life by making you lose the present.

For example, many people are waiting for prosperity. It cannot come in the future. When you honor, acknowledge, and fully accept your present reality -- where you are, who you are, what you are doing right now -- when you fully accept what you have got, you are grateful for what you have got, grateful for what is, grateful for Being. Gratitude for the present moment and the fullness of life now is true prosperity. It cannot come in the future. Then, in time, that prosperity manifests for you in various ways.

If you are dissatisfied with what you have got, or even frustrated or angry about your present lack, that may motivate you to become rich, but even if you do make millions, you will continue to experience the inner condition of lack, and deep down you will continue to feel unfulfilled. You may have many exciting experiences that money can buy, but they will come and go and always leave you with an empty feeling and the need for further physical or psychological gratification. You won't abide in Being and so feel the fullness of life now that alone is true prosperity.

GIVE UP WAITING AS A STATE OF MIND

When you catch yourself slipping into waiting ... snap out of it. Come into the present moment. Just be, and enjoy being. If you are present, there is never any need for you to wait for anything. So next time somebody says, "Sorry to have kept you waiting," you can reply, "That's all right, I wasn't waiting. I was just standing here enjoying myself -- in joy in my self."

BE HERE TOTALLY

These are just a few of the habitual mind strategies for denying the present moment that are part of ordinary unconsciousness. They are easy to overlook because they are so much a part of normal living: the background static of perpetual discontent. But the more you practice monitoring your inner mental-emotional state, the easier it will be to know when you have been trapped in past or future, which is to say unconscious, and to awaken out of the dream of time into the present. But beware: The false, unhappy self, based on mind identification, lives on time. It knows that the present moment is its own death and so feels very threatened by it. It will do all it can to take you out of it. It will try to keep you trapped in time.

In a sense, the state of presence could be compared to waiting. It is a qualitatively different kind of waiting, one that requires your total alertness. Something could happen at any moment, and if you are not absolutely awake, absolutely still, you will miss it. In that state, all your attention is in the Now. There is none left for daydreaming, thinking, remembering, anticipating. There is no tension in it, no fear, just alert presence. You are present with your whole Being, with every cell of your body.

In that state, the "you" that has a past and a future, the personality if you like, is hardly there anymore. And yet nothing of value is lost. You are still essentially yourself. In fact, you are more fully yourself than you ever were before, or rather it is only now that you are truly yourself. The past cannot survive in your presence.

Whatever you need to know about the unconscious past in you, the challenges of the present will bring it out. If you delve into the past, it will become a bottomless pit: There is always more. You may think that you need more time to understand the past or become free of it, in other words, that the future will eventually free you of the past. This is a delusion. Only the present can free you of the past. More time cannot free you of time.

THE POWER OF YOUR PRESENCE

Access the power of Now. That is the key. The power of Now is none other than the power of your presence, your consciousness liberated from thought forms. So deal with the past on the level of the present. The more attention you give to the past, the more you energize it, and the more likely you are to make a "self" out of it.

ATTENTION IS ESSENTIAL

Don't misunderstand: Attention is essential, but not to the past as past. Give attention to the present; give attention to your behavior, to your reactions, moods, thoughts, emotions, fears, and desires as they occur in the present. There's the past in you. If you can be present enough to watch all those things, not critically or analytically but nonjudgmentally, then you are dealing with the past and dissolving it through the power of your presence. You cannot find yourself by going into the past. You find yourself by coming into the present.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Wild Swan Mood





The Wild Swans At Coole

THE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?


Poem: William Butler Yeats
Canvas: Ben Galloway
Current Book: "Twelve Wild Swans", by Hilary Valentine and Starhawk

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Fantasy


I'm very disappointed with my boyfriend. I'm on the verge of losing my current job due to my irregular situation here at the company and in this country, and frankly he proves time after time that he's a loser who bends his knees to the Vatican every single day we live together.

When I accepted this job, I agreed that I would regularize my laboral and residence situation here in Spain as soon as possible, because I was convinced Jose would agree to at least marry me. I say "at least" because after everything I have gone through to be here with him, the next logical step (a bit too late, but still on time) would be him showing some decision for the first time and legitimating our status as an actual couple and giving me the right to stand on my own two feet.

Very fortunately, Spain is one of the unique countries in this doomed world where gays have the same rights as straight citizens, and we have all circumstances from all sides showing us that marriage is all we need. For my job, for travelling, for visitting my friends in Sampa. Stuff I used to have, and left behind in order to be with him. And last time I approached the subject with him, he put the decision in his family's hands. What made me cross the Equator and the Atlantic was a man. I come here to find time and time again a catholic schoolboy who has never lived alone before and wants to be 18 forever. What's wrong with his generation??

I obviously don't mean wearing a peinera or a white gown with a long tail or do the bouquet thing, but I'm talking about the next natural step in order to take this relationship to a higher ground and a more fulfilling and solid constitution. Maturity. Something Jose deep inside abhors.


When I mention all the difficulties I have living here, he says I shouldn't be afraid because he can pay the bills, that I won't go hungry, homeless or deprived. That I can depend on him. But there's a whole universe more to life than relying on your boyfriend's money.

It's precisely because I certainly understand I cannot deposit on Jose my needs or expectations that I need him to help me up to the next step. So far, I got all I have here alone (or rather, with some incredible help from my father): the flight ticket, the job, the monthly international bank transfers in which I lose 20% of the money I make on fees and taxes, a tiny but promising social circle. Now is the time, for the first time, to get to do something as a couple, so that I'm at least entitled to go after some actual language tuition, the right to come and go and minimum professional stability.

I simply can't understand how small a person's mind can be in order to not understand this after eight months living together. We don't have a mortgage to pay, or kids to send to University. We should be living big. Frankly, I am not making any other sacrifices for this relationship, in part because I don't have anything else left to be sacrificed, but also because it takes two to tango. And when we went to Buenos Aires to celebrate our first year together, we couldn't tango. He was arguing and putting out sarcasm shows the whole lesson.

This morning on my Morning Pages, I reminisced the first movie we saw together that both of us enjoyed (the other one was "Earth"), "Pan's Labyrinth"/"El Laberinto del Fauno". The most impressive aspect of the experience is that we saw completely different films that December evening. Jose saw a schizophrenic small child, afraid of the terror adults imposed on her. I saw a warrior tale of a brave runaway coming back home, retrieving her royal and real conditions and dying away to a world of death, famine, fear, abuse and illusion as she gained freedom and moved on to her actual life.

Figures. The silver screen is but a mirror, and after a whole life of storytellings, I know I can't deny the power of stories to shred illusions and embrace Life. He's right when he accuses me of living in Fantasy. Isn't Fantasy another way to bail through the tides of Illusion and reach out for the Truth? He wouldn't be able to speak the truth straight--never have. He's the master and the slave of Sarcasm.

There's only many ways to tell the Truth, and I don't share one with the 38-year-old catholic schoolboy.

Image: the Little Mermaid, Andersen's hero who leaves her royal condition behind, deprives herself of her voice, gives back her swimming tail and ends up being unable to stand on her legs, all in order to be with somebody who in the end had never been with her. A lonely creature of the Crossroads.

Friday, December 28, 2007

New Year Resolution


i.

When midnight bells ring
In still waters flow a river
In silent contemplation
Clear water is my mirror


·Feeding land, melting ice
·Lonely river free
·Through the wild sky at dawn
·Waters washing fear

ii.

When the clock beats twelve
All my minds will know
Waters may be still
Aware where they flow

·Rely on what is mine
·Ken to trust the gut
·Eyes open, vision clear
·Cornerstone, keep shut

Thursday, December 20, 2007

There's Me


1. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with?
Sure thing and right now!


2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?
Anytime, with the right guy.

3. What side of the bed do you sleep on?
On the right. But that's really the wrong for me, 'cos I always sleep sideways facing right.

4. Pork, beef, or chicken?
Tofurkey.

5. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke?
Yeah. My family's Summers were always in the mountains.

6. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?
No.

7. Shower or bath?
Shower. Hot, and preferably with company.

8. Do you pee in the shower?
What, do ppl actually do that??

9. Mexican or Chinese?
Chinese. Southern China, spicy.

10. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?
I want someone unpredictable.

11. Do you love someone on your friends list?
I love almost everybody there.

12. Do you know all the people on your friends list?
No. Some are actually complete strangers.

13. Love or money?
Both.

14. Credit cards or cash?
Credit cards. Reminds me money is not a paper bill or metallic coins, but a state of mind in action.

15. Has there ever been anyone in your family you wish wasn't?
Yeah. Hell, yeah. All the time.

16. Would you rather go camping or to a 5 star hotel?
A five star hotel, most definetely!

17. What is the weirdest place you have had sex?
My parents' bedroom. Not their bed, though.

18. Would you shave your entire body (including your head) for money?
Yeah, but that'd have to be too much money, so I don't think anybody could pay the whole price.

19. Have you ever been to a strip club?
Yeah.

20. Ever been to a bar?
Ugh, yeah.

21. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club?
Alas, no. Neither had the courage to kick myself out for my own good.

22. Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere?
No.

23. Kissed someone of the same sex?
Hmmm... No, but I'm looking for candidates to be my first time. :D

24. Favorite drink?
Morangoska/Strawberry caipiroska.

25. Had sex in a movie theater?
Yeah, but didn't cum. Neither did he. Them.

26. Had sex in a bathroom?
All the time.

27. Have you ever had sex at work?
No. But I have masturbated.

28. Have you ever been in an "adult" store?
No, and I have no idea why...

29. Bought something from an adult store?
No. And I have no idea what I'd buy, except for maybe videos.

30. Have you been caught having sex?
Pfff... yeah, and several times. In my early teens, I had a buddy who's now engaged to a girl. He came to stay with his aunt in my neighbourhood every Summer. We had sex everyday I think, and my mom and my sister always came into the bedroom without knocking.

31. Does anyone have naughty pics of you?
Yes. Haha. But no nudity.

32. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name?
No, but I call my boyfriend 'mom' or 'dad' everytime he has to wake me up! :D

33. Who do you think has the guts to repost this?
Everybody on my list. If they didn't, they wouldn't be there. Or they committed a mistake adding me.

Monday, December 17, 2007

The Darkest Hour


I'm for the first time in my life experiencing the gradual withering of Nature. I can see a long shadow projected on the ground at noon, most trees have no leaves anymore, it sleeted just the other day, peaches have disappeared from the grocery. It's a bit strange to witness all this without creating a whole ritual with a group, or chanting invocations and prayers. Just letting Nature do Its work. Winter, and its brand new order, finally begin to finds its way to my life.

The Light shows signs of wanting to be born again, yeah, though the ice is still on the way. On Thursday, I attended a panel about Homossexuality and Religion in a local university. One of the participants represented Wicca. I felt much more connected to what most of the catholics said, and didn't really feel represented in the Wiccan talk, so I decided to take a chance at the end of the event when everybody was done speaking (Spaniard style, I'd say) to mention that contrary to the idea the Wiccan on stage gave, Pagan traditions are very much community-oriented and, yes, Love is also paramount on my Path. I think I got to actually close the night when I quote Doreen Valiente's bit of the Charge: "All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals". I just had to add my two cents, that's me. Nevertheless, I got the contacts of the speaker and am still to get in touch with him.

On Saturday night, Lady Bartlett hosted the Faerie Heart Circle. I was all excited for it, left my gay meditation group early to attend it, but in the end, I let shame, guilt and the boyfriend all together ruin the experience for me. The group is to meet again. I'll hope I know better next time.

The Osho Zen Tarot I bought on Amazon.com finally arrived and I started playing with it this weekend. I'm doing the card-a-day thing till I light up all the symbols in there and assimilate the whole vision behind that deck, which by the way is SO beautiful. I first used that deck in an Osho meditations workshop I got some five years ago in Rio. Now I finally own it.

So, I could bet that I am now just before the break of Dawn. Sometime soon, the Sun will rise again and the Light will be back. Meanwhile, I coccoon and hold the vision.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

1 + 1 = 3


At this point of my life, with already a great deal of my identity figured out, much of my talents and personal weaknesses uncovered and a vision of what I want to do with my life pretty clear, I figure that the Red Thread's tossed me across the Ocean all by myself and partially language-deprived to force me to learn how to sort through levels of relationships. Specifically, to try to figure out how relationships and that mind-boggling 1+1=3 effect that you get more often than advisable for a predictable social life or the preservation of innocence.


I'm writing with a specific scene in mind, and while the topic of the writing is new, the scene itself is not. Yes, it's one of those meals with Jose's friends I'm still totally unused to and generally deprived of means to live through without feeling like an emotional mess afterwards. Last Saturday night, which is traditionally NOT my favourite part of the week, the topic was me. Me, overeating at the table; me, and the bad choice vegetarianism is; me and my tummy; me and how I am one of those people that love appearing on photos and everything else petty people love to talk about. I recall one of these cheesy posters with landscape backgrounds and pocket-wisdom sayings in cursive fonts that have always been pretty popular in Brazil from when I was a kid:


"Pessoas grandes falam de idéias. Pessoas medianas falam de fatos. Pessoas pequenas falam de pessoas."


[Big people talk about ideas. Medium people talk about facts. Small people talk about people.]


I can relate. And maybe due to seeing that poster so many times over and over, it probably sank in for good, and just staying in an environment where other people are the topic makes me sick. Being the topic is even worse. Let alone the little fluency in the language that frustrates a profoundly language-oriented person like myself. There were days when it used to be pretty simple. Back in my teens, when I was a loner, or in my early adulthood, when anytime I found myself in a freak show I simply phased out and moved on to swim in healthier waters. A frustrated coven, workmates, feri witchcraft, neighbourhood gossipers and--the ultimate crucible--extended family are people you can easily forward somewhere else you're precisely avoiding to be. Leaving money for your share of the bill, standing up and walking away used to be so easy.


In a good deal of not-so-recent, teenage, witchcraft-theme films, samples of the collective hysteria that a group in which relationships deeper than the intelligence of individuals comprised therein brews seem pretty much veracious and have been proven very much truthful and true in my own experience. And after a certain point in your life, when life becomes a little more complex, the risk is still present, but the on-off relationship switch ain't so close at hand.


It is possible that what makes people's irrationality looks worse and worse over time is the contrast you feel with your own level of (un)awareness(?) and sensitivy to your own Shadow, but I'm actually inclined to blame it on the 1+1=3 equation. When you take somebody else into your life and slowly begin to live life as two, you're necessarily bringing in whatever life they've lived so far. Bad luck it's a bunch of fossiles from the eighties, obsessed with looks, driven by the extremely old-fashioned perfect-body craze and heeding no spiritual callings whatsoever. Legacy. Dowry.


I'm pretty glad I've lived my own life before moving in up here, and I comprehend it's probably hard for him, too. Taking wonderstock again, I realise that too much of what I've been writing and musing about is actually the part of my life that used to not be my life. I might just as well use all my powers to deal with the new 'past' as I successfully did with my personal-individual one.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Pilgrim


The Travelling God rules over Wednesday, but I've come to realise that the old nursery rhyme is more accurate. We, Thursday babies, have Far-to-go in our genetic programme. At least, I do. And the further I walk, the closer I am to a spiritual home.


Over these past two blogless months I have trodden many roads. In motion, roots naturally grow stronger: my relationships are more solid and mature and I finally get a sense of serenity around me, if only a bit over half of the time.


I have a job now. I can't believe I haven't been able to record this here in the Book of Crossroads yet, but here it is. Probably the biggest achievement I could've gotten in this first phase of my settling in Madrid. I do subtitles for Portuguese television, Fox channel. I used to be translating, but they decided my Brazilian flavour on the language is not welcome here in the Developed World, and now I'm just synchronizing the text the Europeans translate with the US actors' voices.


The office is way far from my home and due to bureaucracy and other visa issues, I'm having a real hard time getting my hands on my money (I still haven't received the October payment yet), but at least I have got a huge window behind my computer screen, wherethrough I can lay my eyes and let my spirit take off above the oak grove every now and then.


I dumped the old vocal coach. Too much shit to take from a very unprofessional person, to whom I had to pay 20 euros an hour, so I just decided that Der Abschied was in order. Because the Red Thread is always there, about two weeks later I got a heads-up for a more interesting (if only more expensive) vocal coach.


Speaking of which, I finally debuted as a working artist here in Spain. Last Saturday, I performed with my choir in a wedding ceremony in a small, well-off village just outside Madrid. The Wheel does start spinning after you say the first Yes.


And besides having some needs met, after two months of broken computer I've confirmed how important it is for me to write and to remain in touch with this Otherworld that the Internet is. It connects me to my kin across the Ocean and makes my world larger, giving me more room to roam. It performs a sort of chiropractic on the road ahead.


And the farther I wander, the more aware I get. The clearer I have what I want and what I need. If the Ways of the Land are my Religion of choice, I can certainly listen to the answers the Land gives me and I caress it with my moving feet.


On I walk. No Merry-go-rounds.


Image: The symbol of Camino de Santiago, the most important pilgrimage in the Western World, going through the beautiful city of León. Shot on one of my many trips this Autumn.