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On Being a non-Political Spiritual Person

October 23, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

On Being an NPSP (non-Political, Spiritual Person)

A while back I wrote a post about being an NRSP (non-Religious, Spiritual Person).

This morning, I want to expand that a little, to the realm of politics.

For some, politics and religion are basically one and the same. So, in that sense, this post may risk redundancy.

But, in my mind, there is at least a subtle difference in the real world, if not the one inhabited by habitual watchers of the Fox News channel.

When I say non-political, I don’t mean abstaining from involvement in causes that have political impact. Many great changes in our society came about as a result of that…the Civil Rights Act of 1964 immediately comes to mind.

No, on the contrary, activism is a good, even spiritual, thing to get involved in…it’s a vehicle for impact, for sure.

What I’m getting at is this “game” of politics that we enjoy playing perhaps a bit too much. The one that presupposes winners and losers, like any typical sporting event. Except, in this case, people and planet are at stake, not championship trophies, or rings.

The game that pits the blues against the reds. The one that’s the frequent source of vitriol seen in Facebook comments and Twitter feeds. The one that propels the status quo. The one that assures nothing ever gets done in the nation’s capital, or in the capital of your state.

The one of political ads claiming that the Ebola virus is the greatest threat civilization has ever faced, while continuing to deny the scientifically proven planetary threat of climate change.

I tend to stay out of political arguments. Now, is that always the case? No, I sometimes wade in gently, if I feel that things are being said that defy logic and common sense.

But it usually only results in getting called names, like libtard. Not sure where that one originated, but you see it a lot lately.

The heat of hateful political discourse has been turned up to unbearable levels since the election of Barack Obama as the first black President of the U.S.A.

Why is that?

No, I’m not about to play the race card. So, please read on…

Obama has been a politically polarizing figure like no other. There are some who think he can do no wrong…others that he can do no right…and a few in the middle.

I believe the middle is the safest place to be, unless you feel the need for gang affiliation. Because it’s those on the fringes who always seem ready to rumble and rip each others throats out.

And it’s those fringes that represent the zones of political discourse experiencing the most rapid growth.

That’s too bad and actually quite threatening because we need change in our society, now like no other time in my lifetime.

But if all we can do is disagree, sometimes solely for the sake of disagreeing and feeling that euphoric high of rightness (which some equate to right-eous-ness), then we shouldn’t be too optimistic about positive change happening.

The rich will keep getting richer and the poor poorer and more alienated from the idea of the American Dream…

The “too big to fail” Corporatocracy will continue to control the economic and political system for their selfish benefit in the name of capitalistic freedom…

And the weather will keep getting hotter and weirder, species will continue to disappear, oceans will rise, storms will rage and the human race will rapidly head towards the next great event of planetary extinction.

I don’t believe the answer to our problems will be found in any political argument.

I rather believe that it lies within a shift in the paradigm of thought.

To one that recognizes that we’re all in this boat together…

the reds and the blues…

the us and the them…

And really the last thing that matters is what your voter registration card might say.

And, no, this is not an admonition against voting, ala Russell Brand. After all, we can’t just sit back and blame the politicians…they’re just puppets and we hold the strings that pull them via that important constitutionally granted power.

It’s an encouragement not to participate in the game of polarizing political discourse.

To be a non-Political Spiritual Person.

To take the politics out of discourse and turn all that into discussions of mutual benefit.

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Filed Under: The Big US Tagged With: the big us

Portland Rains

October 22, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

Portland Rains

There are some things I love about Portland. I love the coffee houses. I love the craft beer. I love the art. I love all the hippies and weirdos. Yesterday, I got a little taste of the natural side of Portland…loved it.

But, you know what?

These Portland rains don’t show up anywhere on that lovely list.

I tend to take pride in being a nature lover, but my reluctance to even step outside today is revealing me a bit of a fraud.

After all, what’s more natural than rain?

I finally did make it out to the coffee house where I snapped the photo above and where I sit writing this fine piece of predominantly pointless prose.

I don’t normally allow myself to be hermitized by rain. It does fall in Costa Rica quite frequently.

Maybe it’s because I’m here with virtually no money, relying on the good graces of couch surfing hosts to keep me dry at night…and coffee houses like this one to do the daily trick.

It’s hard to feel affectionate toward “the elements” when circumstances of your own choosing force you to be exposed to them.

Damn it, I got things I want to do, places I want to go, stuff I want to see, and the rain, well, it just interferes.

If you let it.

We allow a lot of things to interfere, now don’t we?

The natural phenomenon that’s rain doesn’t pay a hipster’s heed to our plans. It just falls squarely upon them…without the slightest tinge of remorse.

We live in a harsh and cruel world like that. In fact, nothing really pays heed to our plans, if you think about it…

Maybe that’s why Steinbeck once wrote that…

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Well, he actually stole that line from the poem To a Mouse, by Robert Burns of Scotland.

Whether it’s the weather, time, circumstances, happenstances, people, problems, or our own peculiarities…

it seems the making of a plan is part in parcel of the perpetuation of a failure.

I’m here on a mission. My mission is to hatch my plan of moving, repatriating, to this fine city of Portland, Oregon.

This place of hippies and hipsters, voodoo doughnut dolls and wads of weirdness lurking around every corner.

And the rain…lots of rain.

I’ve already had at least one Portlander give me that cockeyed, are you freaking nuts look, as soon as I mentioned that I wanted to move from there to here.

That’s OK. I’ve learned to plan to prepare for failure. And I’ve had a ton of practice.

I know nothing about this move will be easy.

And this rain has me waffling from absurd confidence to flashes of abject fear, as I consider how to do relatively simple things like find a place to live and a way to pay for it.

I keep having these visions of ending up a lowly part of the homeless subculture that openly exists here.

Portland might be the most liberal city in the U.S.

But it still has a harsh climate, as I’m sure any of those guys would attest.

And it’ll chew this Costa Rica Guy up and spit him out faster than you can say…

revolutionary misfit.

Plans are an inconvenience we humans just have to put up with. It’s hard to get very far in this life without them. And there’s a never ending supply of them.

I guess, in that sense, they could be considered a renewable resource…

like Portland rains.

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Portland, removing impact blinders

The Flip Side of Freedom

October 19, 2014 by costaricaguy 3 Comments

The Flip Side of Freedom

My last post included a weird line that could’ve left some out there scratching their heads and mumbling to themselves…

WTF?

But, you see, the very fact that we talk to ourselves, without considering ourselves nuts, while considering everyone else who does the same, completely, sort of gets at my point…

That we constantly hallucinate that there is an immortal little man or woman, as the case may be, inside our heads, at the driving wheel of our lives…

Most of our thoughts give support to that nutty notion.

OK, the line I’m referencing read…

Because a place inhabited with folks without those glorious twinkles, is a place too full of loathing, and not nearly enough losing.

Allow me to elaborate…

You see when we’re full of self, or ego, we tend to do either one of two things…

We hate ourselves for not being as good as those other competing selves,

Or, we hate those other selves for not being as good as us.

Okay, “hate” might be too harsh a word. Is loathe better? How about dislike, distrust, or maybe, disassociate…??

All one needs to do is to walk around downtown Portland, especially the riverfront section on a Saturday or Sunday, and you’ll see a whole lot of folks who’ve lost it.

Not in the sense of “their minds”…although, for more than a few, that’s certainly debatable…

But in the sense of giving up, or losing the need to play the game I’ll call the “competition of selves.”

They’ve made the conscious choice to free themselves from participation in that full-contact and very bloody sport. Which, by the way, is a choice we’re all liberated to make.

But then there is the flip side of freedom. And I can see that more than a few are losing their freedom to freedom.

Once one steps away from the competition of selves, you immediately become conscious of an obligation. That is, the obligation to use the fact of your consciousness to enhance life…conscious life.

We don’t really sacrifice ourselves for material lacking in consciousness.

Do we?

OK, yes we have tree huggers, and those who want to save our oceans, not so much for the inanimate material of those unconscious things that take up space in our universe,…

but because they play a vital role in supporting and enhancing the life of conscious beings.

Without trees, minerals, the air and ocean, we, and other conscious beings, cannot exist.

But it’s hard to find the time, or feel the need, for impact when you’re fully engaged in the competition of selves.

The freedom endowed by no longer competing can be abused, or not impact-fully used. And I sense that’s occurring in Portland to some degree.

Folks needlessly shackling themselves once again…giving away their freedom to drugs and addictions that render them of little use to the good of the common consciousness.

In other words, it’s hard to live a life of impact when your completely wasted most of the time.

So, while I am becoming enamored with Portland and its freedom loving inhabitants…

My perception of a prevalent abuse of that freedom is something to be concerned about.

But, hey, I’ve only been here a couple of days.

And it definitely seems like a super cool place to hang one’s hat for a while.

Filed Under: Impact over Interest Tagged With: competition of selves, impact over interest, Portland

The Portland Twinkles

October 18, 2014 by costaricaguy 1 Comment

Portland twinkies

OK, I’ve begun to notice something about these Portlanders…

they seem, for the most part, to have twinkles in their eyes.

I was walking down the street this morning in search of somewhere to breakfast that had the “tres B’s”, as we like to say in Costa Rica…

that is, bueno, bonito y barato (or, good, pretty and cheap).

Along the way I encountered a young girl, riding a skateboard and draped in a rather ornate quilt.

There was another person walking ahead of me, a female. And when the young girl passed she stopped and asked for something…I assume money.

“I don’t give money for meth!”, was the harsh reply.

The young girl shot back with a few choice words and then off she went.

It was bizarre.

I mean, I’ve seen my share of panhandlers…we have them in Costa Rica and I’m aware that they do exist in all large cities…

but skateboarding while draped in an ornate quilt?

Perhaps, only in Portland.

I’ve never seen the show Portlandia. My daughter tells me I must. Apparently it’s a parody of the outlandish behavior that this town has become famous for.

OK, starting to understand all that.

As I write this, sitting in the hostel, someone is singing at the top of their lungs.

Thankfully she has a relatively nice voice…the Portland twinkles.

I walked down the street earlier this evening to a place I was told had some good and cheap eating establishments. I passed a very large guy with long stringy hair. One could’ve easily mistaken him, with his immense size and downbeat demeanour, for an unmasked luchador of the World Wrestling Federation.

He looked up and asked me nonchalantly, “hey man, can you spare some change?” I instinctively gave him the little I had.

When I walked back in the other direction, I got precisely the same, “hey man, can you spare some change?”

“But, I already gave”, I replied. “Oh yea man, thanks!”

Once again, the Portland twinkles.

I’ve long had a bit of the twinkle myself. I mean it’s not the kind that buys me wide berths from passers by on the sidewalk…

but it does make people wonder, especially members of my family who think I’m completely and utterly nuts (like my mom).

In preparation for my trip I did some research, including a YouTube video that asked random people on the streets of downtown Portland why outsiders might think their town is, well, weird.

I especially liked the answer of one young pierced and tattooed hipster….

“You wanna know why Portland is weird, man…because of ME, that’s why!”

A tad egoistical, but he just might be right…that is, because of him and a lot of other free spirited twinklers like him.

Now, you might think all this weirdness would dissuade me from repatriating to a place like Portland…

Well, speaking of weird, have you been to San Jose, Costa Rica?

No, on the contrary, it’s the weirdness that draws me.

Because a place inhabited with folks without those glorious twinkles, is a place too full of loathing, and not nearly enough losing…

Remember, as my last post alluded, we must lose it, in order to find it…

and right now, I’m looking.

I believe the vast majority of Portlanders are as well.

In that sense, they’re “my kind of people.”

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Portland, Portlanders, removing impact binders

An Exercise in Self-Losing

October 17, 2014 by costaricaguy 1 Comment

An Exercise in Self-Loosing

Most of us…wait, all of us…think too highly of ourselves.

Well, don’t we?

I’m currently on a cross country exploration (with “country” signifying the U.S.A.).

What am I exploring?

The idea of potential repatriation, but perhaps a better explanation is that it’s a journey, or an exercise in self-losing.

Not self-loathing, mind you…as I’ve already done more than my fair share of that.

Right now I’m in Portland.

I’ve heard a lot of nice things about Portland…that there are a slew of nut jobs, sort of like me, in Portland.

I just debarked from Amtrak yesterday afternoon, so the jury is definitely still out. Looks nice enough.

I haven’t even been to Voodoo Doughnut, yet. Oh, yea, I’m headed there today!

My stay in Portland will be partly in a hostel and partly couch surfing in homes of real people. I’ve never done anything like that.

One thing I quickly noticed here, in Portland, as well as the U.S. in general (also visited New York!), is that people really don’t care. Back in Costa Rica I was “the gringo.” Here I’m just another schmuck who’s arrived on the scene…not really welcome to anyone’s party.

And that’s OK. In fact, that’s good for me.

You see, I’m trying to figure out exactly who the fuck I am…

and where I belong.

But those very thoughts betray a psychological problem we all face.

We think we’re someone, when we’re not.

Our regularly thinking such colossal BS compels us to live guarded lives. We guard our egos as our most prized of possessions. In fact, a lot of the other shit that we guard is really just there to prop up that one highly valued (in our own mind) asset…the ego, or the self…the one we think is the sine quo non of our very existence.

Isn’t it true?

Bob Dylan once wrote that “when you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose.”

Well, I’m almost there and it feels like a mixture of panic and bliss…with moments of each fading in and out.

I believe the ego, or the hallucinatory thought of a self worthy of guarding, gets in the way of our impacting the world in ways that, well, the world needs.

We need each other…not a bunch of selves running around, frantically trying to prove how worthy they are of the admiration of everyone else.

The “mine is bigger than yours” mentality that tends to pervade western, developed, cultural consciousness.

An exercise in self-losing, hopefully, will at least nudge me further along the path of letting go of these delusional ideas, which I still harbour to a lesser extent than in my past…

but that linger on nonetheless.

We’ll just have to see how much progress I can really make, as the self will only go kicking and screaming!

The moral of the post: if you have to think, think highly of others and stop thinking of self, or ego, because in reality, it doesn’t even exist…

Also, try not thinking at all from time to time…it’s actually quite refreshing.

I’ll be blogging a lot about my journey…

stay tuned!

Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Bob Dylan, removing impact blinders

Lives of Quiet Desperation

October 12, 2014 by costaricaguy Leave a Comment

Quiet Desperation

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Henry David Thoreau

I took the train yesterday from Columbia, S.C. to New York City to visit my daughter.

It’s also the first leg of my crazy adventure in potential repatriation.

Next stop, Portland, Oregon…a destination I will also reach by train…a very long train.

All these train rides give a person like me a dangerously large amount of time to think.

Along the way I finished a book entitled Waking Up by Sam Harris, the best-selling author, atheist philosopher, and neuroscientist.

It’s one of those books that I’ll probably need to re-read in order to really understand.

But what I got from the initial reading is that there really isn’t a little man sitting inside my head and peering out at the world, whispering to me about what really is and isn’t.

He seems real enough…after all, I can hear him. He hardly ever shuts up.

In other words, we’re conditioned, or brain-washed, by that little fucker to the point where it’s virtually impossible to know, or to be consciously aware, of the fact that I am just thinking.

The little man is constantly telling me that I’m bored, or hot, or cold, or uncomfortable, or pissed off, or this, or that…

Harris, on the other hand, tells me that this is really all an allusion.

That what’s really real, that the ONLY THING that’s really real, is consciousness…

and all the rest of it, all those constant thoughts, are just transient incidents floating by on that stream.

As I was riding the train and reading, Harris suggested an analogistic exercise.

He told me to look out the window and see.

I did…it was quite nice as we were passing a beautiful forest somewhere in Virginia, I think.

Then he told me to look closer…I did and a faint image of me appeared.

Then he said, look beyond that image. I did and it disappeared.

The point?…

That upon closer examination, the separate or dualistic “I” really isn’t there at all.

What’s there is my consciousness…that’s it.

So what, you might be asking.

After I read that I looked around and saw that my fellow passengers were busily following the instructions of that little man.

Most of them frantically fingering the keyboards of their mobile devices (like I am right now)…

in the desperate attempt to fight off the boredom of a 15 hour train ride.

But if we ignore that little man, perhaps boredom doesn’t exist either.

If we ignore that little man, perhaps the reason for much of the pain and suffering that we experience in our world might disappear as well.

And ignoring him (or her…I don’t mean to appear sexist) makes perfectly good sense, owing to the fact…

that she’s not even there!

She’s a product of the brain’s unlimited capacity to imagine, or conjure up, all kinds of shit that isn’t really there.

Much of that due to the amygdala, the part of the brain that developed early on, in order to help us run away from saber-tooth tigers desiring to have our ancestors for lunch.

Harris suggests that quieting that little man, via some practice of meditation, is the key to a real experience of life…

of conscious life.

And to the disappearance of the stuff that makes us miserable…

and at times, dangerous.

The cure for Thoreau’s observation that the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation?

Stop obeying the often conflicting instructions of that non-existent little blabber-mouth living inside your head.

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Filed Under: Removing Impact Blinders Tagged With: Henry David Thoreau, removing impact blinders, Sam Harris, Waking Up

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