Simple, gentle meditation is the best

Since I no longer believe in looking upon life itself as a problem, I also have stopped viewing meditation as the solution to an existential problem. If there's no need to be saved, I don't need salvation. If there's no need to be enlightened, I don't need enlightenment. If there's no original sin or past life karma, I don't need forgiveness.  Yet I still meditate every morning. Just like I exercise every day. And read every day. I enjoy meditation. It's interesting. I feel that it's good for my mind. After looking upon meditation much more intensely and seriously for thirty…

When did humans start making life itself into a problem?

We all have problems in life. Life wouldn't be what it is, if it didn't involve problems. Every day we need to find food, water, shelter, and other necessities of life. Even when these are available, other problems arise. What is most important to do from moment to moment? How do we maintain good relationships with other people? What pleasures should be pursued and pains avoided? Since we are mammals, other types of animals share these concerns. Our two dogs, for example. (Of course, these pampered pets pretty much have the necessities of life handed to them by their supposed…

Mindfulness or Mindlessness video — good points about meditation

Thanks to a Tweet from David Chapman, I spent thirty minutes this morning watching a video of Robert Sharf talking about "Mindfulness or Mindlessness."  Demonstrating my own approach to the subject, I paid some bills while concentrating as much as I could on what Sharf had to say. Which was pretty darn interesting, albeit involving quite a few abstruse Buddhist terms. You should watch the video yourself if you want to know exactly what he said. Below I'll share some recollections of his talk, along with my own take on the themes that resonated with me.   Don't assume spirituality…

Wandering mind and focused mind: we need both

Driving home after a Tai Chi class tonight, I listened to part of an NPR interview with several psychologists. They talked about creativity, daydreaming, focused attention, the brain's default network. Interesting stuff. The basic notion being discussed was that the brain has several ways of functioning. These aren't exhaustive, of course. Scientists are nowhere close to understanding the intricacies of how the brain works. But common sense is in line with what sometimes is called "experiential focus" and "narrative focus." One of the psychologists said it is like what happens when we drive a familiar route. We don't need to…

Attachment and detachment are equally good

I'm not big on the whole detachment thing. Strikes me as horribly unnatural. Why should we give up attachments, desires, cravings, longings? Than again, why shouldn't we? If someone feels like being attached to someone or something, great. Go for it, dude or dudette. If someone feels like detaching from someone or something, also great. Let loose, let go. There's no problem in wanting and not-wanting, clinging and releasing. Each of us does this countless times a day.  I just had a desire for a sip of coffee. I attached my fingers to the handle of my cup. I lifted…

Stop talking to God… and other imaginary friends

I've decided that I talk too much. Not to other people. I do that just fine, in my opinion. Not too much, and not too little. Just about right. It's another type of talking I'm referring to. Talking to entities that aren't there, or can't understand me. For example... God. Our dogs. My dead mother and father. The now-deceased guru I used to follow. Myself.  Now, I don't really believe that any of these entities can comprehend what I'm saying, either because they don't exist (God, dead mother and father, guru) or don't have the ability (dogs). Myself is an…

Sung: the only Tai Chi most people need to know

Relax. Relax. Relax.  There. Really understand what "relax" means, and you've pretty much mastered the essence of Tai Chi. So said Cheng Man-ch'ing, one of the most eminent teachers of Tai Chi. Relax (sung). My teacher must have repeated these words many times each day. 'Relax! Relax! Relax completely! The whole body should completely relax!' Otherwise he said, 'Not relaxed, then you are like a punching bag.'  To comment on the single word sung is extremely difficult. If you can relax completely, then the rest is easy. Here I have written down what my teacher told me daily in order…

Imagine how you felt when you still believed

Almost everybody has believed in imaginary things.  God. Angels. Bigfoot. Flying saucers. Soul. That the barista at the coffee shop is really attracted to you when he/she smiles while handing over your drink. The list is endless. Because it feels good to believe in things that we want to be real, but almost certainly aren't.  How do we tell the difference between reality and illusion, fact and belief, actuality and hope? By using an everyday form of the scientific method: predict what would happen if your belief really is true. If that prediction comes to pass, or if the experiment…

Make your own meaning… no validation required

I love the idea that life is meaningless. It fills me with joy to think that the cosmos doesn't give a crap about me, nor does the God who doesn't exist, nor the oft-mentioned "universe" -- in the sense of the universe is trying to teach me a lesson. No it isn't. Whatever lesson you or I are going to learn from an experience will come from us. Ditto for meaning. I used to believe there was an objectively real Meaning of Life. The main goal of life was to figure out what that truth was. But meaning isn't a fact…

Finding joy in a meaningless life

A few days ago I was riding my bike in central Oregon. I was having a good time cruising around the dirt roads and nicely graveled bike paths in oh-so-charming Camp Sherman, where the Metolius River flows. Pedaling along, idly pondering the Meaning of It All, my brain ejected a marvelous thought that instantly struck me as having a great intuitive appeal. There's no meaning to life, which is absolutely freaking glorious! I felt like a weight had been lifted from my pondering psyche. Meaning is heavy, man. It isn't something you toss around lightly.  Even if you're no longer…

Be like Keats: embrace your “negative capability”

The final chapter in Oliver Burkeman's marvelous book, "The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can't Stand Positive Thinking," is called Negative Capability. I liked it a lot.  Get your negative on! You'll feel better. Here's some excerpts from the chapter. That letter [by the poet John Keats] records what one Keats biographer has called a 'touchstone moment' in the history of literature: I had not a dispute but a disquisition, with Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which…

More thoughts on being your own “religion of one”

I've been enjoying the comments that have been left on my previous post, "Become your own weird religion of one." Thanks particularly to commenters "cc" and "Willie R."  You've made me think. About my own thinking. And wonder. About my own wondering.  In the post I said that I found it difficult to believe that I believe what I believe. That's true, but "cc" correctly noted there still is an illogical intuitive consistency in the weird stuff that courses through my psyche. Yes, everyone holds irrational beliefs and most of us believe we're not irrational people, but no one can…

Become your own weird religion of one

I'm churchless. I don't belong to any organized religion. But actually I'm still religious. In a marvelously disorganized sense.  Meaning, I believe in a religion of one -- my own. It's all about me, myself, and I. There are no other members of my religion than moi.  And I seek no other members. In fact, it would be impossible for anyone else than me to believe in my religion, because not even I do.  Likely you're confused about what I just said. Join the club. I am also. Believe me, I find it difficult to believe that I believe what…

Religions’ search for security is self-defeating

My last post was about an over-zealous "security" volunteer at a meeting of a religious organization, Radha Soami Satsang Beas.  Coming across some quotes today from Alan Watts' marvelous book, "The Wisdom of Insecurity," in another excellent book -- "The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can't Stand Positive Thinking" -- made me realize that the problem with the irritating security volunteer was his attachment to a religious teaching which promises security in the form of god-realization, salvation, eternal life in a heavenly realm. Security. This really isn't the solution to our problems, but the problem itself. Watts cogently points out…

Metacognition tip: don’t worry about your worrying

I used to believe in positive thinking. Now, that seems like way too much trouble. I've become a lot more accepting of myself the way I actually am, rather than setting up some sort of Ideal Me that I'd compare myself to unfavorably. This is one of the big problems with religiosity. Being human is viewed as not good enough. Divinity, perfection, enlightenment -- that becomes the goal of life. So when I was browsing in central Oregon's marvelous Paulina Springs Bookstore and saw a book called "The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can't Stand Positive Thinking," I had to…

Ken Wilber’s error: mistaking personal experience for universal reality

I used to enjoy reading Ken Wilber's writings. Then, I didn't. As I said in a 2009 post: I've got a love-hate thing going with Ken Wilber, a prolific writer and creative thinker who relentlessly preaches the marvels of an Integral approach to understanding reality. Sometimes I like what Wilber says (see here and here). Sometimes I don't (see here and here). David Lane's essay, "Ken Wilber's Eye: Exploring the Danger of Theological Reifications," encapsulates my reasons for don't.  Basically, Wilber has an annoying egocentric attitude. I talked about this in Integral Egos Gone Wild: WIlber and Cohen relish worship. First, Wilber and Cohen assume that God is real…

Here’s what the end of spiritual searching looks like

I'm sixty-four years old. I guess my spiritual searching for whatever began when I was thirteen. At least, that's when I composed my first documented philosophical writing. So I've done more than fifty years of meditating, guru-worshipping, psychedelic drug-taking, mystical contemplating, and other sorts of spiritual'y pursuits. Golden anniversary gifts, please! Send them on, Ultimate Secret of the Cosmos, I deserve them. But you know what? The older I get (I'm not saying wiser, just older), the more I feel like my spiritual searching has pointed to one conclusion: There never was anything to search for. I've said this before.…

Return to the Source via Parkour (nature, not God)

Hey, this looks like a fine Church of the Churchless video "sermon" to me. Get whatever meaning you like from it, as I did. From my 64 year-old perspective, this parkour'ing guy reminded me of what it felt like to be young, fearless, and wildly energetic. I guess we never really lose those qualities, psychologically speaking. But physically... I'll leave what this guy does to him. (Thanks to David Chapman for sharing the video via a tweet.)  

How likely is it that your supernatural beliefs are true?

About seven years ago I wrote a blog post called "What are the chances you're right about God?" It's a great question. I started off the post with: More and more, for me spirituality comes down to two basics: “What are the chances?” and “The odds are pretty good.” The first question points me toward humble skepticism, the second toward energetic inquiry. Here’s what I mean: What are the chances…?--That my chosen religion or philosophy, out of the thousands of religions in the world, just happens to be the one that is right about God, while the others are wrong.--That…

The supreme fiction of Wallace Stevens

Following up on my previous post about John Gray's "The Silence of Animals," here's some passages from another part of the book that I liked a lot, a section called The Supreme Fiction.  This is pretty much how I've come to look upon spirituality: believing in a fiction that we know to be such. Not true, but attractive.  When I read a well-written fictional book, I can get so absorbed in the tale that I forget this is just a story. Likewise with an engrossing movie. What makes such books and movies so enjoyable is their capacity to transport me…