Friday, September 25, 2009

Do you know how important it is to have fun?

Check out this talk from TED by Stuart Brown!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Pan Sighting

For those of you following the “Beaware of Pan” movement, there is news. He has been spotted in Sedona, mostly hanging out up in the red rocks. According to my source, he has toned things down a bit, but that’s just because our consciousness of him is not strong enough yet.

He dresses normally, like in hiking wear and doesn’t just grab what he wants. He talks, but within about 30 minutes, you end up naked.

Friday, September 18, 2009

How to Get Your Wildness Back

All good hippies have read Tom Robbin’s “Jitterbug Perfume.” My all-time favorite character of fiction is Pan, who represents all things instinctual, primal, sexual and raw. There is a whole mythology to Pan which is fascinating but here’s my impression of Pan.

Pan does whatever he wants. He is walking desire and he is satisfaction all in one body. He is totally in touch with his animal because he IS half animal. Pan smells bad because he doesn’t care and he emanates a lot of musk. He likes to walk up to drinking holes like ponds and streams in the woods because he knows that is where the naked virgin nymphs hang out. He likes to fuck them upon sight and they don’t really object. In fact, they can smell him coming from a mile away.

Pan eats whatever he wants from forest kill to buffet food from the banquets he crashes. He looks a little scary because his eyes are wild and he has stuff dripping off the weird patches of hair on his face. Pan is intoxicatingly vulgar, a real skank king.

Nobody sees Pan these days because of one simple reason. The thing that keeps Pan alive is our consciousness. In other words, when he disappears from our consciousness, he disappears. I am starting a universal campaign to bring Pan back in to high visibility. All we have to do is be aware (or beware) of Pan. The bumper sticker could read “Beware of Pan, You Don’t Know What You May Do.”

I get a happy and delicious feeling just thinking about him. He makes me do wild things such as:

-Turn off my phone for a whole day and do whatever I want

-Get on the back of a motorcycle with a stranger and go for a ride like I did last night

-Wear sexy clothes

-Talk to anyone who interests me

-Realize that life is here to insanely enjoy it

-Wear my giant furry Pan boots even when it is summertime in Austin and announce wherever I go “I am channeling Pan today and I may fuck you”

Have you seen him lately? Maybe you feel him when you listen to some ripping electric sex-on-a-stick guitar player. Or maybe when you run around in the woods naked. Or maybe when you just turn off your phone for a whole day and don’t do what you are supposed to do. Just keep your nose in the air and see if he is in your vicinity....

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I May Get Loud

I was having the kind of day today that felt like a quicksand bath. I had a horrible headache, felt clumsy in my body and was wondering why I thought I could ever write another book. I stumbled around town and then finally gave up all thoughts of working, working out or eating healthy. Instead I went to a theater and saw the movie “It might get a little loud” with Jimmy Page, Jack White and the guy from U2.

Ten minutes in to it, I realized that half of the time we are hungry, it is not for food. It is for a higher vibration, which you can sometimes get from food, but that is only part of it. This movie fed my being on every level. As an artist, a creative person, a lover of music, a lover, a rebel, a student, a teacher, an ageless creature, a spirit. It passed the heart leaping test one hundred fold, my heart was lurching forward at the communion of vibration with others who live for and on inspiration.

An elegantly smoldering and musically intoxicating Jimmy Page talks about how it begins as a creative spark, catches fire and then burns bright. We KNOW that place and live for it. Everything else pales by it. It is the energetic addiction.

Why am I so in love with the electric guitar these days?

It’s the amplification. Artists have this deep need to connect with others. It doesn’t matter if it’s through music or words or painting or circus balloons. But the electric guitar is the physical instrument of amplification. Pure vibration, Loud. With your hair messed up.

I can’t get enough Jimi Hendrix, Rick Dufay, Doyle Bramhall II, Cream, BB King, the list goes on. Just can’t get enough.

Monday, September 14, 2009

I gotta get my "me" on

I said that out loud to myself in the car yesterday. I was feeling that I wasn't spending enough time with myself; time to laugh at myself, be entertained by myself, hear my heart's desires, hear silence, be a friend to me. Then this morning, someone sent me this........

I Can Always Enter My Vibrational Vortex of Creation... The key to getting inside your Vibrational Vortex of Creation; of experiencing the absolute absence of resistance; of achieving complete alignment with all that you have become and all that you desire, and of bringing to your physical experience everything that you desire - is being in the state of appreciation - and there is no more important object of attention to which you must flow your appreciation than that of self.

--- Abraham

Excerpted from Abraham's newest book, The Vortex, Where the Law of Attraction Assembles All Cooperative Relationships

Sunday, September 13, 2009

A Drink at the Genius Bar

After my computer crashed the other day, I found myself spending a lot of time at the Apple store, The Temple of Delightful Technology. I made an appointment through a friend's computer since mine wasn't working. The appointment was for Saturday at 11:15 am, which turned out to be during a downpour, and very stressful because you cannot be late or you don't get to see the wizard. I can't remember the last time it was so important to be on time, maybe never. I parked illegally right by the entrance to the mall and hauled in an armload of hardware.

The store was wall-to-wall people as I made my way to the Genius Bar and saw my name on the overhead screen. I was next in line which gave me a tremendous feeling of relief that I had made it and smugness that I was going to see the wizard. My name was called, and Norm was my genius. He moved at lightening speed plugging in my hard-drive and various components, chatting, being calm and friendly along the way. As I was there for over an hour, I witnessed the movie that someone needs to make.

There were at least 8 geniuses behind the bar, solving people's crisis with the smooth and debonair flair of teenaged, tatooed James Bonds. (I think you have to be 17 to work there.) This IS the new frontier, where two paradigms meet. The young agile technologically natural, ego-free problem solvers and the older techologically challenged old cowboys straddling up for some relief. The look of desperation of older men who had of course "done all the trouble-shooting" before resorting to coming and the housewife who needed the instructions repeated at least four times by her very patient genius are all followed by overwhelming gratitude when the problem is solved. The genius becomes the hero of the day, every ten minutes! The bar is the shore of the old and new world, being met not with war or hostility, but with kindness, grace and some serious smartness.

I think the real genius is the Apple culture. This scene exists wherever there is an Apple store. The one in New York City truly is a glass temple where one thousand miracles must occur on a daily basis. I wonder how many people have met and fallen in love in an Apple store? Whoever created this job called "the genius" is a genius. The self-esteem, the spirit of cooperation, the presence required, the instantaneous feedback of really helping someone and the non-gender based manners are intoxicating. At first I thought, well these people are going to have a hard time going out into the real world after this and finding a real job that is this fulfilling. Then I realized that thought was old paradigm thinking. This IS the new paradigm for jobs!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

These are mystical days....

Don't let them pass you by. Check out what September 9 means according to light workers.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

No Effort

Last night my daughter was telling me her boyfriend problems and how it seems like he has “cooled off” towards her. We had the conversation of "what does this mean and what should she do," etc. Should she withdraw too? Should she ask him? The endless mind loop of trying to strategize a relationship.

After a while, she looked at me and said, “Wait, why does there have to be so much effort?”

Well what a great reminder from the wisdom of Lana! She is exactly right. If there is effort, there is resistance and that is the path we are not looking for. It is a sure sign to turn in another direction where there is ease, where there is a flow, where it feels good, where it is natural. Sometimes we get addicted to those things that keep us constantly trying to swim upstream.

This is such a kind universe when we see that what we are supposed to be doing with our lives is exactly what is effortless and what feels good. What an incredible design.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Finding Your Edge

I was watching the movie “The Muse” with Sharon Stone last night. All of her clients come to her because they have “lost their edge” and she helps them get it back.

I just realized that the “edge” is a feeling you get when you are going for a desire. It is when you are going for something that is going to make you feel better. The stronger the desire, the better the anticipated feeling and the more edge you bring to everything you do.

It is almost like a reckless abandon brought to an ordinary action fueled by a strong desire. All the more reason to stay in touch with those sacred desires.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Unflow

I love that incredible feeling when everything is happening perfectly; I am in the perfect place at the perfect time with the perfect surprise presenting itself.

But what about when you are absolutely NOT in the flow. Like today for example. I am in LA with a million things I want to get done and I can’t even get a rental car to begin my day. It has turned into a three hour nightmare of which I’ll spare you the grisly details. It ends with me in tears at Whole Foods trying to eat some sushi as the day continues to spiral into.... well you get the picture. Even as I am writing this, a large random hairball of grey hair has rolled onto my foot. Ewww!

So what went wrong?

Then I realize something. It is impossible to not be in the flow. Life is a flow. It’s just that my flow happened to look like RESISTANCE today. Maybe all this resistance is guiding me perfectly, beyond what I can see. I am so quick to judge frustration as bad, when it is just information flowing towards me, just the same as when so called good things are happening. It is the childs game of “you’re getting warmer, no colder, etc.”

Leaarning to love the full human experience without the judgment of good or bad....