I’m a man.
This was my world…
Unattainable needs and desires.
Pushed and persuaded by twisted ideologies.
Simplistic sexual relationships.
Liquor, the elixir.
Greed, paramount.
Complacency, a goal.
Apathetic about my apathy.
Shiny cars adorned with large breasted women.
Boats with blonds stretched out across their bows.
Friends whispering syrupy gossip about each other.
Relationships with God were similar to relationships with Santa Clause
Rudolph’s gleaming red nose, stretching longer and longer.
I grew up in a world where we applauded the skillful, lying politician.
The paramount concern was profit over people.
I grew up in a world where men with feelings were sissies.
I grew up in a world where shrinks were only for quacks.
I grew up in a world where I was told everyone had the same opportunities.
The only obstacle was your willingness to pull yourself up by the boot straps.
I too became a lier, with the proficiency of a politician.
I lied about who I was and where I was going. I lied to those who I loved because I loved a lie.
All the teachers I knew lived this lie.
The syrupy sweet lie.
An entire culture dependent on ignoring the… in the living room.
I am a man.
I’m on a path of recovery.
Will you recover with me?
Male complacency is becoming common place.
Men, we can be so much fuller than we are.
Woman changed their world, so can we.
They are taking on roles of leaders, care takers, and policy makers.
But there’s still so much oppression! I see that.
I’d argue the oppression will not cease by continuing to solely make women stronger. Males need to evolve too. Males and females are one. One does not exist without the other. We can’t expect to achieve the peace and equality we all desire, and disregard one of the sexes.
Many now regard females as the superior sex. They’re evolving at a rate that’s leaving men befuddled and scratching their heads.
What’s key to understand is that women’s liberation is connected to male liberation. Until men are understood to be equally worthy and capable by women, and men themselves, the imbalance and inequality we fight against will continue.
The hit television show, The Simpsons, expresses the imbalance that I’m referring to.
Homer Simpson’s boss, Mr. Burns, the megalomaniacal oppressor, represents the archetype of the industrious insidious male. The archetype that women’s rights and feminism was born from and revolted against.
This isn’t the archetype we want to model. I think most of us are in agreement on that.
Even the show depicts Mr. Burns as old and out of fashion.
Which is good, right?
Yes, but…
The problem is what the men have evolved into.
Homer Simpson represents the lovable, yet low level, knuckle dragging buffoon, who hasn’t surrendered to his biological inferiority and is still fighting the un-winnable fight.
Bart Simpson is the apathetic, lazy, and cynical deviant. The product of a culture that’s so mired in apathy, there’s no expectation for him to be anything but his deviant self.
These are the male archetypes we as society have resigned ourselves to: the incompetent, naughty male with little to no emotional intelligence, or the old fashion dictatorial male oppressor. This is so thoroughly pervasive in contemporary society that “male bashing” slips past the lips like bigotry in the era of Rosa Parks and M.L.K.
I hear these archetypes thoughtlessly reinforced every day. Mothers proudly referencing their successful daughters saying gleefully, “Well, she is a girl!” or expressing the same sentiment, tainted with sullen apathy, with regard to their sons, “Well, you know boys.”
I see grown men, mired in their own shame, propagating these cultural archetypes. Laughing off their stereotypical low level development looking for a sympathetic, there, there. You can see they’re ashamed of their essence.
It reminds me of a tendency I used to have. I’d hold the door twice as long for a black person. Trying to subtly say, I’m sorry.
I was so confused.
In the face of black, I was ashamed of white.
Primarily because I was so disconnected from the culture I was trying to empathize with. It took me years to see black culture and history for what it was, vital and beautiful. While simultaneously maintaining my own sense of personal vitality and beauty.
This is what men need to do with regard to women. Raise them up. See them, honor them, embrace their power, and honor their history and plight. Teach your sons. Teach them to treat women like they are powerful and elegant queens.
Women, recognize your part too. Don’t play the role of victim. Encouraging this negative perception of men will only hold you down. Embrace your men. Honor their strength. Empathize with their fear of emotions and the legacy that’s demanded that of them. Teach your daughters that the strong alpha males are the boys who brave their emotions. Teach your daughters to build up their men, not tear them down. Teach them to treat their men as wise, noble kings.
I heard a story on NPR years ago that’s worth acknowledging. The piece was focusing on the negative relationship of boys and virtual reality. The first part of the story discussed gaming. The findings suggested boys were more motivated by their virtual environments than by physical and social connections. The motivation and accolades from sport and academics paled in comparison to the motivation and achievements made in the hierarchical structure of their virtual gaming world, a world with very few girls. Which ties directly to the second aspect of this story, boys didn’t seem interested in real girls. They had their needs met by the perfectly polished girls who were at their beck and call in the virtual world. No social expectations, no hair out of place, every dream and physical variety indulged on demand. The boys talked about being grossed out by real girls.
The doctor doing this study found the girls’ response alarming. Less than fifty percent of girls saw themselves wanting to get married. When asked why, the girls exclaimed, “Would you want to marry them?!”
These dark aspects of society have been exemplified in the movies, Kids and Super Bad.
Both disturbing depictions of male development in the modern era.
So what’s the point of this?
Half of humanity is dying on the vine.
We are all familiar with the Yin Yang symbol, which is referred to as Taijitu in Taoism. A symbol of harmonic symbiotic balance, the Yin, the female; the Yang, the male.
A symbol of the cosmic interplay of balance.
We are out of balance, males and females.
The symbolism of the Taijitu, with its profound wisdom, can guide us, males and females, into balance and higher states of consciousness.
The Taijitu is representative of all manifest reality and the interplay of balance that is forever occurring.
To understand the Taijitu you need to understand what it represents.
Nothing has meaning without its opposite
There is no light without dark.
There is no life without death.
Short is meaningless without long.
The only way to recognize peace is by knowing war.
Manifestation is held in balance and recognized by its opposition.
Yin Yang…
That’s relatively easy to see.
What’s less clear is the space surrounding the Taijitu. It is the source of creation and potentials, un-manifested and un-realized.
The Taijitu is nothing without the space surrounding it.
Just as humanity is nothing without everything surrounding it.
That space represents the vastness of creation, the source of Taijitu.
Waking up to your connection with this source is the path to your liberation.
In this “waking up”, everything becomes clear.
A rebirth.
An entirely new state of consciousness.
Men aren’t threatened by powerful women and powerful men don’t threaten.
Your bliss is my bliss.
Your power is my power.
Your equality is my equality.
Clarity in oneness.
Raise your boys and girls from this state of consciousness.
Monthly Archives: July 2016
We are becoming more aware and full as our consciousness continues to expand.
That’s a difficult thing to do.
Growing is always hard.
I grew up in a Methodist family. It seemed like Lutherans were essentially the same as us. The Christians that spoke in tongues and baptized adults in local lakes and river seemed odd. Catholics, weren’t good. No one actually said that to me, but that’s what was implied.
Although I’d heard of them, I didn’t know any Jews or anything about the them aside from this strange notion that they were the chosen people, whatever that meant.
Muslims? I didn’t know that was a thing.
There were a hand full of black people in my school. Actually, most were biracial. One, that I know of, was adopted. As far as I knew, they were raised just like me, why wouldn’t they be? My grandpa called certain Christmas nuts, nigger toes. My first job, we were told, you can have Martin Luther King Day off, if you’re black. No one was. Black jokes were just as common as blonde jokes.
We knew a handful of Mexicans, they were cool. We had tacos once a week, but I didn’t like the hot sauce.
Russians were scary. They wanted to hurt us. We practiced hiding under our desks in case they tried.
I didn’t even know gay was a thing…
That pretty much sums it up.
Oh, we’d get Chinese food sometimes; Chicken Chow Mein and Egg Foo Young. I didn’t like it very much, but the fortune cookies were fun.
Maybe I represent an extreme, I’m not sure. I’m sure many people had more diverse upbringings than I did. But, I bet most of us wouldn’t have to go back many generations to find the cultural norm that I was raised with. I’m sure this continues to be the norm for many today.
I remember being jealous of friends who had gay friends. I wanted to be diverse. I also remember being called gay when I did have gay friends. It didn’t take long before I was overtly exclaiming that I liked girls to people I’d meet.
While a senior in high school, I remember referring to a person as mulatto and being harshly corrected. I didn’t know it was derogatory. It took me years to find out why.
Aside from Canada, I was 23 the first time I left the United States. I went to Cabo San Lucas. It was fun, but the ocean was cold. The Mexicans seemed nice. Honestly, I didn’t think about it much. I went to Europe for three months, a year later. Language and food were the biggest obstacles. This taught me to let go of very basic expectations and embrace the unknown. It was Central and South American countries that really opened my eyes. It took years to integrate everything I’d learned into any sort of cohesive understanding.
That growth process was difficult and challenging.
It took me years to see gays as no different than me.
I was forty when I met my wife. She was the first black girl I’d ever dated.
Actually, she’s biracial.
It was after our first date that I found out she’s Muslim.
It scared me.
That was hard for me to process. I didn’t have any overtly negative feelings regarding Muslims. Yet, the fear was real.
I’ll never forget, within minutes of the twin towers falling, I wondered what had we done to make someone so angry with us? That’s the way I see the world.
I typically tend to be empathetic. Possibly too much, I’m not sure.
Incidentally, this was another growth opportunity. This was the first time I realized my republican friends were saying, “How dare they do that to us!” Something entirely different than what my democrat friends were saying. Albeit, the right wing reply was a reasonable response, but a distinctly different way of viewing the world. It was then that I realized, we both needed each other.
Growth…
It was 9/11 that inspired me to explore the darker side of the political arena. This is how I began to understand how convoluted and nefarious global politics can be.
Painful realizations, though I felt fuller because of it.
My consciousness expanded.
When Fatima prayed in front of me for the first time, it frightened me at a primal root level.
I hated this.
It was, and is, difficult to acknowledge.
It honestly took me years to detach the falling twin towers from her style of prayer, a practice of selfless gratitude.
Such is the power of media and the unconscious mind.
I’ve fasted with her for Ramadan four times. Before I met her, I’m not entirely sure I’d even heard of Ramadan. Ramadan forced me to surrender my wants and needs like nothing else. This wasn’t a community or social event for me. This was my hunger and thirst. I was the one who was tired and had to slow down, letting go of my wants and needs for an entire lunar cycle. I needed to learn to pace myself and let go of my desires. I did it to support Fatima, but this was no passive exercise. It’s not that simple. I can’t tell you how many times I would empathize with the Muslim stranger on the street knowing they were likely fasting as well.
These were difficult realizations that I had to fight hard for.
Again, I was richer and fuller, but it didn’t come easy.
Fatima brought me to Eid celebrations. Again, as dumb as I feel saying this, I was surprised that they were remarkably similar to the cultural celebrations I was raised with, aside from the different costumes and food.
People laughed and made meals, in which they took great pride.
Their homes were beautifully decorated.
Everyone wore clothes they were proud of.
Still growing…
Just this year, I was explaining Fatima’s heritage to my son and I told him she was African and Italian. My intent was to embrace her African heritage. My thought was, there is no sense muddying up her African-ness with any suffix. After all, I wasn’t German American.
Fatima corrected me, “Actually, black people in the United States don’t have the privilege of knowing our heritage because our ancestors were slaves. This is why we are African American not African.”
Still growing.
Still painful.
Still hard.
Think of how far we have come as a culture.
We are all infinitely richer and fuller than our ancestors.
Think about it.
Maybe you were a raised in an entirely different culture than me, but the bigotry and prejudice was likely there, at some point, somewhere. We are all the same.
We distrust the outsider.
We are fearful of what we don’t know or understand.
This amalgamation of multiculturalism and the struggle around it, is a global phenomena.
What we are experiencing is growing pains.
Letting go of the old.
Merging with the new.
Expanding our consciousness.
It’s hard.
It takes time.
Have patience.
Be compassionate.
24 hour news sources streaming their perspectives into our minds.
What is the news?
What are the ramifications of watching the news and absorbing its content?
Could the news ever, even in its most idealized form, tell the entire truth?
If that’s not possible, what is the news saying?
Ten years ago I was getting a coffee and the barista told me something that shocked her. While studying for her masters degree in sociology, she was shocked to learn, contrary to popular belief, that the incidences of child abductions have actually decreased in the modern era.
I don’t think it’s necessary to draw out the implications of this, is it?
Where do children play today?
Every moment planned; security a paramount goal.
At what cost?
Earlier and more structured programs pushing specialization and idealization. Camps and programs that optimize the greatest opportunities we as parents can imagine. Scouts quietly lurking around the corner pushing the limits we as society have set for them. All the while, pretending we aren’t selling our youth. We cover our mouths and feign surprise, yet double down in hope that it’s our child they see.
The importance of egoic ideation paramount.
Subtle, yet hysterical and unrecognized oppression.
Creativity quelled.
Where is the mystery and the imagination? Where are the days that a child wakes up early, on their own, to run out the door to embrace creativity and unknown adventure? Where are the moments to feel loneliness and boredom? Where are the moments that we aren’t providing an unrealistic, unsustainable reality for our children?
Gone, erased by the urgency to make role-call in the gilded halls of extraordinary ideations.
This lack of space, lack of trust, due to the belief that our kids are not safe growing up the way we did.
This perspective, built brick by brick.
Fear your neighbor.
Your children will be harmed.
Today we have dismantled so much of what our grandfathers fought for because of terrorism.
We relent to this new world vision and fear based ideology. We allow our phones to be tapped and our emails to be read. We strip ourselves down and submit to full body scans to travel, throwing away our liquids and lotions. We condone search and seizure, torture, and imprisonment without due process.
For what?
Security?
Some of us know this isn’t right; others justify it.
Ultimately, our fear and desire for security pacifies us. So, we stay quiet.
Security from what?
An illusion.
The probability that a terrorist is going to kill you is astonishingly low.
You are 187 times more likely to starve to death in America than be killed by terrorism. Do you hear that? Starve to death, in the United States? 187 times more likely! That’s atrocious!
Yet, we so willingly shed our rights and demand our leaders keep us safe from terrorism.
Terrorists aren’t going to kill you.
Heart disease is going to kill you.
Cancer is going to kill you.
The contradictions perpetuated by the news regarding our greatest dangers are ridiculous.
Yet the news continues to repeat, terrorism, Islam, Jihad, terrorism, Islam, Jihad… over and over. Attaching every atrocity to terrorism… the bull horn of the 24 hour news agencies touting the murderous, war mongering middle eastern muslim who hates our freedom.
Terrorism, Islam, Jihad, terrorism, Islam, Jihad!!!
Reactionary alarmism.
What you don’t hear is you’re more likely to be killed by an elevator, a falling TV, or a christmas tree that has caught on fire!
Ridiculous, isn’t it?
Heart disease kills 610,000 people per year which accounts for 23.53% of all deaths in just United States! Cancer accounts for 22.52% and kills 580,000! That’s nearly 50% of all deaths.
Where is the outrage for those who oppress our health?
Why do our supermarkets continue to peddle such dangerous contraband?
Our televisions actively promoting the killers’ agendas…
Yet, no one seems to care.
No state run security agencies to quell the proliferation of processed foods.
No global intelligence network attempting to quash the nefarious sugar cabal.
This sounds ridiculous, right?
Yet, we fail to see the ridiculousness of what we do to protect ourselves from a risk manufactured by fallacious illusions.
The news is the tool developing this unsubstantiated, irrational, sense of foreboding.
Bolstering fear and inciting the need for retaliation.
Supporting the perception of our security or lack there of.
Do you see the irony?
The news is lying to you.
The news is a tool to tell you what to think about, when to think about it, and how to think about it. The news is a tool to tell what the oppositional positions are and how to criticize them. The news is a tool that confines the argument into specific arenas. The news is a tool by which intellectual discourse is limited. The news supports and hides certain agendas.
The news is propaganda.
The news has an agenda… to support capitalism/big money/big power.
I’d argue it’s a sales vehicle.
Selling Cheetos, mouthwash, guns, government, ships, pills, planes, resources, and rockets.
Let go of all of your fear; turn off the news. It’s all a sham.
Think critically
Choose love
Be love
Live love
I’d immersed myself in the exploration of darkness years ago and seen it for what it was, a reflection of myself. A painful realization that I was, at one time, blind to. Seeing what I needed to see, I’d moved on and closed that chapter in my life. I was done. Paradoxically, over ten years later, I stumbled upon Sibel Edmonds, an FBI whistleblower, with a radical integrity that deeply inspired me. I had to laugh as I questioned why I was so compelled to devour her book, Classified Woman. It has been years since I’ve touched anything of this nature. Her ability to stand up and speak the truth within the intelligence community, in which exists a cultural paradigm of intimidation and fear, was revolutionary and deeply inspiring. She exhibited an utter disregard for her personal security. The emotions I felt as I read her book were quite intimidating and revealing to me. Revealing in a way that forced me to see that most likely, I’d not have the courage to do what she did. Not something I’m proud to admit.
This left me pondering a few things. First, the idea of breaking free from your cultural paradigm is an extraordinary thing to do. Second, what does this idea say about breaking free from our egoic identity? Are there parallels?
I ended up digging through my bookshelves in search of a connecting thread. As usual, I was surprised by what I found. Scott Peck’s book, People of the Lie, jumped out at me. I’d read it in 2007. It’s near the end of the book that he explores an idea he calls “group evil”. An idea that may shed light on what Sibel experienced and why so many people participated in repressing her with their silence.
I was amazed at how directly and thoroughly this FBI whistleblower, Sibel Edmonds, was repressed by all branches of our government. It is beyond the scope of possibility that everyone in the FBI, judicial system, executive branch, and intelligence community are intertwined in a nefarious cabal. I was forced to recognize an alternative. Seemingly natural tribal assimilations repress deep individual value systems that allow, what Peck refers to, as group evil. This is a thread that seems to run deep within humanity and remains a formidable road block in personal truth, critical thinking, and integrity.
A source of group evil, according to Peck, is the compartmentalization and specializations in our culture. This allows us to avoid larger and more comprehensive responsibilities that seem to lie outside of our immediate control. The average large corporate structure offers a basic example of how this works. Low level managment is asked to perform an unethical task. They’re able to admonish themselves of responsibility by surrendering their responsibility to mid level management. This behavior continues all the way to the top of the hierarchical structure. Mid levels defer to the VPs. The VPs use the executives, or CEO, as scapegoats and the CEO uses the board of directors. The board of directors then claims they are beholden to the demands of the investors. Nowhere is personal responsibility required. The entire chain of command somehow enjoys freedom of responsibility from the unethical practices of a soulless and seemingly benign entity. This is even more exaggerated in hierarchical government and military structures. Lower level individuals choosing to set aside their personal integrity with the goal of moving up the hierarchical structure, avoiding peer based reprisal, or blindly accepting that the people in charge know better than you. This is quite often a story we tell ourselves to bury our moral and intellectual laziness. Regardless of the reasoning, the group evil is maintained. Manicured into something the ego or micro culture can even be proud of. Which, quite simply, means large groups of people are much more able and likely to conspire or ignore unethical and/or immoral behavior through dismissing personal responsibility to an abstract “other”.
Our culture tosses around ideas like “conspiracy theory” with little thought. It’s an easy and dismissive term because the implications of a large cabal of evil-doers is beyond our scope of reason. Many people argue that if the “conspiracy” were actually true, there would be no way that a group of people this large could maintain a paramount level of secrecy/complacency. But the reality of human nature is absolutely the opposite. Not only will most people say nothing, but they will lash out at those who do to protect themselves and the organization that provides them security. Look at our pop culture whistleblowers and the way they are marginalized in society if you question this idea. It comes as no surprise that as a greater number of people maintain their silence, others are encouraged to maintain future silence. The cultural rogue is less and less likely to emerge.
The staggering amount of people that are privy to this information is shocking. Their ability to maintain the status quo, silence, and secrecy knowing the great harm that will fall on others really best describes the concept known as group evil.
This is also prevalent in less established cultural structures such as personal politics, religious persuasions and/or institutions, and racial and sexual identities. Hypocrisy is rampant. The ability to judge others of opposing persuasions and identities is easy for us to point out. What’s harder to see and acknowledge is our willingness to sweep under the rug inconsistencies and hypocrisies that undermine our ideological/egoic perspectives. All for fear of losing a component of our identity that we have so carefully crafted.
This whole topic may seem off compared to what I usually spend my time writing about. At a subtle level, this idea of group evil ties directly into the concept of waking up/self awareness. This is directly related to the mechanism that maintains our collective delusion.
Those that strive for internal peace/enlightenment often misunderstand the path that is necessary. We know that ego is an obstacle but how we surmount it is often misunderstood. The idea of having to let go of ego/identity is beyond the scope of most. Absolving ourselves of all identity is unimaginable. We fool ourselves into believing we just need to rid ourselves of the aspects of our identity/egoic self that we see as negative. This isn’t the truth.
Ultimately, it’s our need to oblige and intertwine ourselves into mass culture which supports group evil. It’s the cultural expectation of an egoic ideation that maintain our adherence to our egoic ideation. A circular ideology that feeds itself. The cultural expectations are the ruling force. In fact, from an early age, identity is what we are taught to strive for. Ribbons and pieces of paper that separate us from others declaring us to be something special. Those that gain the most cultural recognition are positioned as though they fly above us all. Their identities become almost super human and god-like as we shine brighter and brighter lights on them. The accolades showered upon these cultural icons maintain a seemingly unsurmountable barrier suggesting and maintaining our perceived inferiority. Even our spiritual leaders, like the Pope or the Dalai Lama, are projected to have something we don’t. This isn’t something they’ve declared; it’s a cultural identity that has been overly inflated. This truly causes more repression than anything. The subtle suggestion that you aren’t that. It is our self imposed egoic ideations that clouds our essence, an essence that’s within all of us. It’s when we commit to removing the false self that we can be reintroduced with our greater self. To step away from identity is not something that is overtly practiced, expected, or encouraged in our culture. We have very few known spiritual leaders and because of the nature of awakening, those who have awakened are often silent. Self awareness/awakening is the rebirth that humanity desires but doesn’t fully comprehend. It is the unbroken thread that connects us all. To see this and live this universal truth is the next evolutionary step. A state of consciousness where group evil has no room to breath and integrity has no barriers.