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Enlightenment is Expensive

 

Dress your ego in deities and sacred geometry,

How many malas can you pray with at once?

Maybe your outside can convince your inside,

now you buy crystals instead of diamonds

 

 

 

 

-Opening of my 2017 publication ‘Trading Diamonds for Crystals’

Spiritual Travel

Is it necessary to ‘eat, pray, love’ yourself around the globe?

The idea of going away to find yourself is romantic and age-old.  For me, this conjures up images of ashrams and jungles and relaxed, sun-damaged divorcee’s.  It used to make me think of gap years, Contiki tours and vomit-stained backpacks so I guess I’m getting older.  Can we really run away and find ourselves? We know that our true self lies within (and all that other bullshit people who spent 3 life-changing years in India tell us).  I cant help but feel like they want to keep us out to keep it pure, hoping the stories of violent dysentery will equate to at least one less white girl with henna waiting in line for darshan next spring.

Is my desire to go to India just my ego demanding some kind of grotesque spiritual brownie points?  Is it my desire to maintain the utmost respect and authenticity telling me to go to Peru to take Ayahuasca, or is it just pathetic hipster snobbery turning my nose up at taking it here in Australia? My theory is that spiritual travel might be like a long, drawn out psychedelic experience.  Things look different, the air smells different and things have a certain magic and that feeling of untapped potential. Travel, in general, can give you all of this and we never want to go home just like we never want to come down. Imprinting this awe into our psyche and taking home the unshakable memory of each day’s true potential might be what we need sometimes.  LSD reminds you how great clouds are and the gurus remind you what love is.  It is what you do with this knowledge that counts though, because we all need to go home and chances are there will be some abandoned baggage patiently awaiting your return.

 

Marijuana and the Path

There are a few litmus tests I like to experiment with when trying to gage another person. The most crucial is how they react to my dog. Anyone who doesn’t melt into a subservient baby talking tummy-rubber after locking eyes with him is clearly a sociopath.
My other reaction test is marijuana.
This will not be a legalisation/failed war on drugs rant, the internet doesn’t need another one of those. Weed however has an image problem here in Australia, it needs a serious PR overhaul. There is a large subset of the population here that use marijuana heavily, and perhaps via causation but likely just by correlation many have achieved little in the way of personal development or made positive contributions to society at large. The associations with alcohol, tobacco, other drugs of dependence, gambling and low socioeconomic status abound, but to the average Australian Middle-class observer it’s the pot that’s the problem.
The ones I genuinely worry about are the smart, educated professionals that still turn their noses up at marijuana. How you can berate an emotionally stable, compassionate and traditionally ‘successful’ adult for something that contributes to their well-being is puzzling to me. I rarely tell this story but weed was the catalyst to every facet of my life changing for the better in my late 20’s. It led to the more intensive yoga practice and to the change in diet to organic and free-range. It inspired me to leave the big city, move to a place I could grow my own vegetables. It got me into sensory deprivation tanks, which prepared me for my first experiments with psylocibin, it goes on, all the way to this blog really. I only use once or twice a month now, as I find I get similar experiences in other ways but undoubtedly through doors that never would have opened without it.
Most things we enjoy have potential to be destructive and addictive, no exception here. Chronic use by those with psychological conditions or in young, developing brains is undoubtedly asking for trouble. Lets hope though that education, research and the strong clear voices of responsible users will soon be heard above the frantic but fading reefer-madness propaganda.

Coming down from the Ram Dass retreat

I didn’t know what to do after the retreat.
Watching little rays of unconditional love get carted away on shuttles that last day was sadness defined. Scanning the airport in a slightly desperate fashion for a familiar face or that blue lanyard.
There are no mala beads on this aeroplane.
How much of this do I get to take home? Where is my post-retreat glow? Did I fail, because I feel like shit?! I have attached myself to the retreat now, attachment is one of my ‘tails’ that Roshi Joan was talking about. I am not off to a good start.
I feel like our satsang is real but is it like leaving a job, proclaiming you will stay in touch but never do? I reactivated my Facebook account trying to reinforce the bonds, clinging…clinging. At least I am being mindful of my clinging, Jack Kornfield would be proud. Facebook gave me two options when I signed back on ‘continue’ or ‘not you?’ great question Zuckerberg. How long will it take to explain to my ex mother-in-law about the Indian man in the blanket? Fuck.
It’s about integration though right? We can’t delete our lives and start again, we need to sculpt and re-work the old one into something worthy of us. Throwing out some comfortable old poison looks inevitable now though.
In Be Here Now, RD describes how those at Harvard taking the Psylocin all began sitting together at lunch, forming a ‘cult’. Who am I going to sit with when I get home? I don’t want to hear about reality TV, or your stupid job you hate or even worse, how much money you make at your stupid job that you hate. Love them unconditionally? I don’t know about everyone else, but my day-to-day interactions are generally not with blossoming retreat lotuses, they more closely resemble Duncan’s “forest of cunts”. What you see in those around you are simply reflections of yourself though aren’t they?
Right now Bali sounds good, or Peru or India if I can muster the courage. Can I go back to Maui or is that cheating? How do I tell if I am legitimately searching or just running away?
Always more questions than answers.

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