• A sermon? Me?

    The Non-Duality Song

    Whoever thought I would volunteer to write and give a sermon? I swore off church decades ago. I just happened to join a Unitarian church to make some friends. We’re lay-led at the moment and here we are…

    It turns out you don’t have to be a Unitarian to be a Unitarian. Deep down, searching for truth and meaning was always my mission, which is why I’m here on a Sunday instead of sleeping in like I did for 30-plus years.

    When I read the 4th Principle of Unitarianism, I was shocked to realize it was describing me. Young me would never believe it. It turns out I was a Unitarian in my heart all along.

    My search for truth and meaning eventually led me here. Finally, a team that doesn’t make you pick a team. You just have to be kind.

    I’ve traveled many paths searching for the Truth. Looking back, I held some seriously wrong views along the way. I looked to the people around me for answers.

    I believed what I was supposed to believe, because I wanted to be “good.” It was hard to be the man I wanted to be, so I tried hard to do it their way.

    But beliefs would fall apart when I examined them. I was never satisfied with clever slogans or answers people refused to explain. They had the right answers already and they didn’t want to think about it.

    If they wouldn’t answer my questions, I had to find my own way. When I realized a belief was wrong, I had to let it go even if it was painful, which it was. I had to demolish world views I had worked so hard building.

    It was bewildering and scary, but it was also exciting. I loved discovering new things. Sometimes I felt like the rug was being yanked out from under me, but I accepted it.

    I’ve always wanted to know what it all means, what us humans are supposed to be doing here.

    I read a lot, which made me think big thoughts and ask bigger questions. The more books, the more questions. My parents got me into that habit. They read constantly we discussed what we read.

    The first Unitarian I met in the wild was a college classmate. He gave me a ride once. People who weren’t Baptists or Catholics were a novelty for me. He explained Unitarianism when I asked, but it didn’t really click.

    My second year of college I read a book called The Faiths that Men Live By, which gave me my first ever fair descriptions of other religions’ actual beliefs.

    Before that I had only been taught all the ways they were wrong. They weren’t as foolish and ill-intentioned as I’d been taught. I still had a long way to go, but suddenly the truth wasn’t so obvious anymore.

    Coincidentally, I found out later that it was written by Unitarian minister and theologian, Charles Francis Potter.

    Eventually I quit looking for the only path and chose a path that said to keep looking. I look for signposts that will point the way if I pay attention. Seeing a Yin and Yang sign out front when I’d just been reading about Eastern religions seemed like too big a coincidence. I felt, “It was meant to be.”

    I had a rough time during the lockdown even though I never got covid. The pandemic and the isolation were hard enough, but watching the madness happening in the country was way worse.

    I began to lose faith in humanity. How could supposedly decent people do and say such terrible things? And yet they thought they were on the right side.

    I did what a lot of people did during the lockdown, I tried to learn Yoga and consumed a lot of videos and books about Zen, mindfulness and Taoism, traditions I had never examined before. And they began to make sense.

    One concept that really resonated with me was Non-dualism. Non-dualism was common to most of them, and it was hard to wrap my head around at first.

    There are many definitions for Non-Duality and they can get pretty involved. The Wikipedia article alone is a challenge to get through. I’m still trying to wrap my head around “non-difference of subject and object.”

    I stole this definition from a website called Non-Duality for Dummies: “Non-duality is an ancient Eastern philosophy that means ‘not two.’ It refers to the nature of existence consisting of one interconnected whole, rather than many separate things cobbled together.”

    That’s the simplest explanation I’ve found so far.

    I used to think opposites had nothing to do with one another, but it turns out they’re intimately connected. A magnet must have a negative and a positive pole. You can’t have tall without short, up without down.

    Thinking about Non-Duality also shows how relative everything is. Is it a big rock or a small boulder? How many is “some”? Some arbitrary place between all and nothing.

    I’m a giant eyeball to whatever looks at me through a microscope, but I’m a speck compared to the earth. And the earth is a speck compared to everything else.

    Even for a lifelong science fiction fan, that was a lot, but I’ve started to grasp the basics. How everything is connected, and there isn’t really a “pure” version of anything.

    I thought I knew what black looked like, but then they invented a pigment called Vanta black that will make a ball look like a spot. Everyone and everything are on a scale. That clicked.

    The reason non-dualism resonated so hard is it gave me better way to look at good and evil. I needed that. Growing up, I was taught there were good people and bad people. You needed to stick with the good ones and avoid the bad. And the bad ones couldn’t be us.

    The last few years were making me question: Is the human race worth saving? Is it inherently bad? Does that include me? Do the bad things I’ve done and thought in the past make me a bad person? Are bad people redeemable?  

    We all think we’re the good guy in the story, even if we aren’t. I’ve decided the way you really become the good guy is to just try to be better than the day before. Which made me feel better about myself and humanity.

    Now I understand one shades into the other. Good and evil are on a scale. You can choose to move up or down on that scale. Redemption doesn’t just happen all at once. It’s a process.

    I also discovered psychologist Carl Jung  during the lockdown and his theories were also in line with those ideas. It’s hard to know where you stand on the good and bad scale.

    Your unconscious knows the real story, but your ego will try to make you the hero every time. If somebody got hurt, they deserved it “because,” you “had to do it,” or whatever explanation makes you feel better.

    English writer and lecturer Alan Watts explained it beautifully. “I think this is the most important thing in Jung, that he was able to point out: to the degree you condemn others and find evil in others, you are to that degree unconscious of the same thing in yourself.”

    Everyone is at least a little bad, but that’s just part of being human. Understanding that helps you to be kind to yourself, which makes it easier to be kind to others.

    I used to think being a good person meant fighting and repressing your dark side. Now I understand that side of you is something you have to accept and forgive.

    It turns out the most important part of being good is kindness. Toward other people and toward yourself.

    #Non-Duality, #Shame, #CarlJung, #Sermon, #Unitarian, #UnitarianUniversalism, #Redemption, #Forgiveness

  • Credit card offers and the company store

    Hell of a cover of Tennesee Ernie Ford’s Sixteen Tons by Jeff Beck and ZZ Top.

    I get credit card offers in the mail almost daily. I always toss them but it never stops.

    I used to get tons of those when I was in the paper business. I was like, WTF? Don’t they know what I do for a living? How the hell do they think I’m ever gonna pay them back?

    It has finally occurred to me that they don’t care if you can pay them back unless you’re one of the big fish. They just want a as many of us little fish as possible TRYING to pay them back. That’s something they can work into their budgets.  

    They’re not worried about you going bankrupt. They’re worried about the real estate developer.

    Bankers are really trappers and we’re the fur! How’s that for a mixing metaphors?

    Gotta share the OG version of Sixteen Tons. Dedicated to Granny, who I forced to listen to Creedence Clearwater Revival in the car when she mistakenly thought they were a gospel group.

    #Money, #Debt, #Credit, #Banks, #Traps, #ZZTop, #JeffBeck, #TennesseeErnieFord, #Country, #Music, #Rock

  • News and sausages

    The version of the song I learned was Johnny Verbeck, ot Johnny Rebeck. But I didn’t learn the last verse where the people ate the sausage anyway. That makes it so much funnier!

    Just got a text from someone who was freaking out over the kidnapping and murders of Americas that just happened across from Brownsville in Matamoros.

    “Don’t go to Mexico anymore! Get your dental work done over here!”

    I saw the video she was talking about it and I hated it, just like all the violence I see on my screens these days. But I reminded her: We both used to work in the paper business.

    We got to see the sausage being made.

    If there was a murder in town, newspapers sold like hotcakes. If you reported on all the murders that didn’t happen, you’d run out of paper.

    If you’re doing journalism for the right reasons, you cover what you need to cover, whether it sells or not, but we knew damn well which stories management liked.

    To be fair, I got excited about stories like that too, at least at the beginning. But these days too many people are getting their news from sources that scare them all day long. If you’re scared all the time and you don’t get to enjoy life.

    I like sausage. Sausage is tasty. But don’t kid yourself that it’s health food. Every place I worked tried to make good sausage. But it was still sausage.

    #News, #Journalism, #Murder, #Brownsville, #Fear, #JohnnyVerbeck, #JohnnyRebeck, #Folk

  • What makes you the bad guy?

    Hypothetically, if your wife caught you doing something dumb (like leaving a cardboard box on the stove while it was still hot), how much is the “I had a dumb” excuse worth?

    #Conundrums, #Guilt, #Innocence, #Mistakes, #Screwups

  • When anonymous meant chickenshit

    Back in my newspaper days, most places I worked ost of the newspapers I worked at had a policy against anonymous letters to the editor.

    If you allowed it, people would get in nastier and nastier fights and pretty soon you didn’t have any place to jump the front page news. 

    Funny how different things are now. Anonymous people are still stirring up trouble. At the same time we’re not anonymous enough.

    Every time I open YouTube, I get an ad for the thing I was just talking about. Creepy. 

    Back then I just thought anonymous letters were chickenshit. I had to sign what I wrote.

    If you got mad at something I wrote, you could call me up and chew me out.

    Once a preacher got so mad at me, he preached a whole sermon about me. (He invited me tok the service, but I smelled a rat.)

    One day I opened an anonymous letter that really pissed me off. They were mostly mad at us for making them buy political ads a month before the election.

    Candidates had been getting their buddies to send letters to the editor so they didn’t have to spend money. They also thought I was slacking on local news and they hated my “worthless” features. 

    I was mainly pissed because they were right. I did write a lot of features. I liked ‘em and they helped fill up the paper. 

    Truth be told I liked covering the news, but I liked features more. If someone raised llamas or raced pigeons or flew a bomber during WWII, I could nerd out and produce a lot of copy. Plus pictures take up a lot of column inches. 

    At least I never did like an old editor of mine, who wrote features so long they had to be continued, sometimes over six editions.

    One day a lady from the Republican Women came in and chewed me out over our letter policy.

    She had an expensive cane she probably wanted to hit me with. She said something that sounded a little  too familiar and suddenly I was hopping mad.  

    I heard my mouth say, “So you’re the one who sent me that anonymous letter!” I thought, Oh shit, I said that out loud. I am so fired.

    But she grinned real big and said, “If I have something to say to you, I’ll sign my name to it, don’t you worry about that!” I think she liked my gumption. Ended up kinda sorta friends.

    I still think she wrote that letter though.

    #Stories, #Newspapers, #Journalism, #Anonymous, #ThieveryCorporation

  • Fair enough

    This fits the theme at any rate. I read a book written in Spanish (that was hard!) about Spain’s relationship with the Native Americans. Really cool book. Kind of cool to get a look at that time from a Spanish speaker’s perspective. I’ll blog about it soon.

    I wanted to pass along a story my parents told me about living in New Mexico in the early ’60s. They were watching an Old Western one day and a crowd of Navajos were in the theater.

    They were there because a local elder was playing a chief making peace with the white man. 

    Whenever he made a speech, the whole theater would roar with laughter. The caption was in stereotypical broken English. A Navajo friend told them later, he was actually insulting the white man in Navajo.

    I’ve always thought that was hilarious. Get your digs in when you can 🙂

    #Navajo, #Westerns, #Paul Revere and the Raiders

  • What the hell kinda music is this?

    So glad I kept my CDs. If I’d gone 100 percent streaming, I’d probably never hear these albums again. Arrhythmia 1-3 are compilations from experimental San Francisco label Charnel Music.

    Part of my always growing collection of music I can’t listen to with my wife around.

    I got these back when I was into what I’ll call esoteric music. Avant Garde doesn’t quite do it. Not the museum crowd. More like the underground newspaper set. These are the kind of people who will kill themselves to make music few will like or understand.

    Transcendence, by Voice of Eye, one of the songs I first fell in love with when I started to explore “esoteric” music. Strange but beautiful. It’s on Transmigration, an album about the soul’s journey after death. Inspired by the Tibetan Book of the Dead.

    If you’re like I was, you might hate it at first. You might not even call it music. But then it clicks and you realize it came straight from the Beyond. Some artists have a muse that’s frightening until you figure out it’s beautiful. Cherubim and Seraphim.

    The scene I’m talking about is a whole other underground world I discovered by accident. I was driving late at night on a Texas FM road at night, on the way to see my folks for the weekend, nothing good on the radio.

    I got just enough signal from a station out of Houston to hear something so strange I wasn’t even sure it was music.

    It didn’t even have a melody or a proper time signature, but whatever it was, it was tantalizing. I had to find out what it was. Before it faded away again I got the name: Voice of Eye – Ascension of Jolene. It took years to hunt it down.

    That sent me down so many rabbit holes I almost forgot what normal people like any more. Esoteric, experimental, whatever you want to call it. It’s one of my main “genres” now.

    #Charnel Music, #Esoteric, #Avant Garde, #Dark Ambient, #Experimental Music

  • Ahoofamoo!

    I just sneezed so loud I think my wife nearly shit herself. I sneeze often (photic sneezer) and it’s explosive.

    I’ve set off car alarms. I made a boy drop his hamburger at McDonalds. People hate it, but it sucks for me too.

    I sneezed my face into a trashcan once. I thought I got punched by a ghost. Ouch!

    Strange thing has happened lately. My sneezes evolved from “Achoo” into Ahoofamoo!” And sometimes “Ahoofamanoo!” My wife thinks I do it on purpose, but I swear to God that’s just how it happens.

    She says she believes me, but I can see the look in her eye!

    #Sneeze, #Marriage, #Relationships

  • It’s Boxing Day!

    Check it out. Boxing gloves! Quiere combate?
    #DadJokes, #BoxingDay

  • Now I get it! There was no pie either!

    I just solved a Conundrum. My wife couldn’t figure out what to eat for breakfast, so I said, “You want some cake?”

    She said “We don’t have any cake!” (We eated it, so we no has.)

    I was like, Oh snap! Now I get why they were mad at Marie Antoinette. There was no cake! And no pie. (They thought she ated it, and they no had.)

    Humans get grumpy when no breakfast!

    #Conundrums, #DadJokes, #MarieAntoinette, #History