exit through the gift shop
my heroes are not gurus, swamis or saints. i trust that type about as much as i a do a telemarketer.
these days, my heroes are mostly comedians, and they all possess a few qualities that i admire:
the ability to see what is around them…
…to process that information intelligently, according to their own perspectives
…to be brutally honest when communicating their thoughts
…to do so with total lack of pretension
…to do so with a sense of humor
…and through doing so, to gain success – on their own terms.
i don’t see a lot of these qualities in the so-called new age movement. unfortunately, since what we do is still a bit of a marginal activity in the minds of the many, when we say “body work,” a lot of people associate us with the new age…and all of its undesirable connotations
after receiving her first session from me, a client asked what i thought had changed the most for me the most in my years of doing the Work. after giving it some thought, i replied, “every day, in every way, i’m giving less and less of a fuck.”
i still think that was a pretty good answer.
but let me be clear: i’m not talking about not giving a fuck as in giving up; i mean forgetting worrying about what might go wrong, what people might think, what catastrophes might befall me if i do what i want and express myself on my own terms.
and, apparently as a consequence of this, I have experienced many of the stated goals of the new age movement: lucid dreams, the sense of mind-body unity, seeing and feeling energy patterns, learning to learn, getting over my past…but all of these are secondary to simply deciding, on a deep organic level, to just…not give so much of a fuck anymore.
which leaves me with what?
no purple robes, no angels, no guru, no spirit animal, no endless desert search for the lost mystery school that will tell me what the enneagram really means, and no gift shop on the way out.
just me, my Work, and my world.