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Don’t Fear the Future (MOVIE REFLECTIONS on “Lucy”)

Sometimes I fear for the future. Not necessarily because I am concerned about some pending apocalypse or am worried about the moral decay of our younger generations. I think it is mainly a fear of the vast, dark unknown. 

See, I have two young children. At the exponential growth rate of life-changing technologies, what will life be like for them in 20 years? 40 years? Suffice to say there is almost no way of knowing. This year virtual reality has finally gone mainstream with consumer models projected for the fourth quarter. Internet headlines warn of the dangers of Artificial Intelligence. Google is working on the cure for aging. 

Will our humanity dry up as we become more technologically advanced, as we become more… god-like? Will we destroy ourselves before that happens with weapons of mass destruction, society-crushing EMPs or SkyNet android wars? Or is this the inevitable evolution cycle from Unity to fractured matter to crude biology to non-corporeal consciousness and back to Unity?

This weekend, my wife and I got around to watching “Lucy (2014),” wherein a young woman (through a series of unfortunate events) increases the usage of her brain from 10% to 100%.  All of the science fiction and action sequences aside, this is a profoundly deep film that deals with the nature of human potential, time, evolution and consciousness. And though it is a fictional account, it actually helped alleviate some of my anxieties on these matters.

Two things, in particular, stood out. (POTENTIAL SPOILERS AHEAD)

First, I noticed that the more Lucy came into her fullness, the more her “humanity” - as we know it - seemed to dissipate. Human life and survival wasn’t as desperately CLUNG TO as it was previously. Interestingly, that manifested as a lack of empathy toward other humans, an indifference to pain and a nonchalance about death. 

Pierre Del Rio: [During the high-speed car ride through Paris with Lucy driving] I'd rather be late than dead.

Lucy: We never really die.

Perhaps with a fully realized “cosmic consciousness” we understand that our individualized ego and body aren’t as real as we imagined, that the whole of the universe is connected and that there’s no point in clinging to our earthly life. Sound familiar? Ya, like every damn spiritual teacher since the dawn of civilization.

Secondly, there was this:

Lucy: Ignorance brings chaos, not knowledge.

Here we directly tackle my fears for the future. The more we uncover, the further we evolve, the more conscious we become, the less we actually have to be afraid of. Evolution is scary because it’s unfamiliar but that doesn’t mean that - for instance - I should be concerned about what my children’s lives will be like when they’re 50 years old.

Will it be unlike anything I can possibly imagine? You bet. Should I be concerned? Maybe… but at least for the moment, I’m going to trust that knowledge isn’t the harbinger of chaos and destruction - but rather unity, power, connectedness, and a more complete understanding of who we are and what we’re doing here.

With this in mind, I’m going to begin to be a little more optimistic about where we're headed and how we're evolving. There will certainly be hiccups along the way and this is not to say that all technological progress is positive or useful. But this is the direction we're headed no matter HOW we think of it - and it has the potential to not only be arbitrarily positive, but an intelligent consciousness' intentional culmination of billions of years of evolution.

By Trevor, The Edge of Spirit

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Living V. Reliving

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Your shelves and coffee tables are littered with books. Your newsreader is overflowing with blog posts. Your Twitter is alive with the sound of verbal diarrhea. Words, words, words. We think we're learning, but we are only reliving. All of these stories, all of these insights are simply "fingers pointing at the moon." But they sure as shit aren't the moon. 

Have you substituted direct experience for fairy tales? Do the insights of pastors, authors and poets get you off just enough to help you sleep at night? Think you grok some deep, fundamental truth because you read some swami's autobiography?

Fuck that shit. 

  • If you desire to feel a deep unity with the Ground of Being, don't read a book about it - sit your ass on a cushion for 30 minutes a day.
  • If you want to know the "peace that passes all understanding," don't replay an audio sermon about it - regularly schedule time to shut everything down and be with yourself.
  • If you want to learn how to be more loving and less selfless, then set a goal to write one handwritten note of encouragement per day.

Experiment with life. Treat it as a laboratory. Push this and watch that pop out. See for yourself. Get your damn hands dirty. 

Wisdom and insight are fine; after all, I realize the irony that I am writing words on a blog. But words are simply signposts that allow us to witness and enjoy others' experiences and to learn routes for our own journey. 

"If you see the Buddha on the road, kill him."  No teacher, no book, no ritual, no prophet, no second-hand story will ever allow you to access spiritual truth until you carve the time to experience it firsthand. If the desire of your heart is to see Paris - you can read the Wikipedia page - or you can get on a fuckin' plane and marinate in the sounds and smells of the city.

Trevor, The Edge of Spiri

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Be a Goddamned Fighter

Life’s a race and I am gonna win
And I’ll light the fuse and I’ll never lose
And I choose to survive, whatever it takes
You won’t pull ahead, I’ll keep up the pace
And I’ll reveal my strength to the whole human race
Yes I am prepared to stay alive
[Muse, "Survival"]

Stop being such a whiny puss. Seriously.

Have you ever known (or been) someone who completely identifies with his/her pain? Each of us takes on certain identities - and these individuals have labeled themselves as 'victims.' Everyone is out to hurt them. They are offended by everything. Everything is a big fuckin' deal. heir Facebook timelines are full of woe-is-me bad news so that the rest of us can feel sorry for them. They are Attention Vampires and your pity is their True Blood. 

Don't be like that. Please. Look, life throws curveballs. Sometimes things suck... bad. I have several people in my life right now that have been dealt shit hands and are severely struggling. And while it's totally necessary to grieve and experience darkness - it's not necessary to set up camp there.  

How you choose to react to the things that happen to you today is completely up to you. You get to pick; you are the one ascribing meaning to what you experience. What kind of a trip do you want to have? Is your life going to be the Universe experiencing pain and suffering and victimization? Cool. Have fun with that.

Just know it doesn't have to be that way if you don't want it to be.

Be a goddamned fighter. See yourself as the victor. Be a badass. Laugh off the opposition. Grow a pair. Experience life sincerely, but not seriously. Breathe deep and get back up.  Do you think your self-pity buys you want you want? Can you trade in your suffering for justice? Hell no. So why do you do this to yourself? Rise above. Let your mind dwell on that which is of strength, resolve and find confidence in yourself as a CREATOR - one who takes 100% responsibility for your own life.

If you're used to being the victim this is far easier said than done. ut you can do it, tiger. No one is holding you back but you. No one is coming to save you but you. Life's a race - and you're going to win. Reveal your strength to the whole human race.

By Trevo, The Edge of Spirit

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Slow Ride

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I'm all for rough sex, don't get me wrong.

There's nothing like a good, sharp slap to the face or animalistic thrash-fest to allow two people to get out of their heads, play with power-exchange and ride their edge. In fact, it's my go-to M.O. 

But lately I've been thinking about and experimenting with something altogether different. Not better or worse, just different.  Something more intentional and deliberate. Less biting and more 'being.' Less gritting-through-the-tension and more relaxation. Less primal and more ... spiritual? (Whatever that means.)

If you've got a willing partner who's up for a challenge, this may be something to try. But be forewarned that it's going to take a lot of effort and practice. Even getting in "the mood" for something like this is something you'll need to ease into. Take a long, warm bath together, perhaps followed by some massage or oral. Whatever. But you both have to be free from stresses and mental anxieties of any kind.

Ready? Alright. Be 100% present - as if the purpose of that moment isn't to grind through your pent-up desires but to be fully with him or her. Warm yourselves up and when penetration occurs (yum, by the way) - see how ridiculously slowly this can take place, never losing connection or presence. Now STOP. Literally be still and full inside one another. Let some heat build up. Move through your normal series of positions but instead of your normal physical activity, be as nuanced and artful and motionless as possible. Every time your eyes or presence drifts away, bring it back (sort of like a Vipassana breath practice that involves your naughty bits). 

The need to start pounding away (or receiving a pounding) will be vicious, like an incredible itch that you cannot scratch. Every part of your being will grow more and more on fire, but don't cave. Stay with your partner like a frickin' laser beam. Push through it and keep breathing, occasionally rocking gently but only enough to recharge. Let whatever emotions are under the surface come bubbling up. Maybe you'll cry. Maybe you'll manifest a deep care and compassion for your partner. Whatever it is, relax into it and feel it fully. 

When you feel you've fully connected and want to end, well then you're done. And no coming (unless it just naturally happens). Whereas you normally blast out all your energy, become depolarized and pass out, melting away into sleepytime on opposite sides of the bed, now you settle down still full of heat and connection. Don't be surprised if you fall asleep tucked into your lover's nook. A connection - a magnetic charge - has been intensified and the act is truly and literally "making love." Your genitals may not explode, but your hearts just might. 

Or you could just fuck like horny livestock and come all over her tits. That's totally cool too.

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I Don't Have Time for this Shit

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You wake up, you go through your morning routine. Commute to work. Sit and do a job. You're working for money; you're dying inside. Days roll into days, into weeks and months. At night is dinner and trash, pay some bills and shower your kids. Then maybe a little TV or wine or weed - whatever you need to unplug from the monotony of what happens between 6am and 7pm. You're surviving but if you're honest you're barely showing up.

When was the last time you did something for yourself? Remember how you used to play guitar and make up recipes? Remember how you wanted to learn how to paint? See all those barely-opened books right over there?

What the fuck are you waiting for? The kids will never be less demanding of your time. Your significant other could always use more of your attention. There are always bills to pay and checklists to do (mine currently has about 23 line items on it).

"I think what we're seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. That's what it's all finally about." [Joseph Campbell]

See, you can drown in a sea of tasks that will get you to tomorrow, but will get you no closer to "the experience of being alive." And you know that you're postponing and making excuses for following your deepest truth - those things that make you glad to be alive. 

Take a moment and think about things that you would love to do, or experience, or be. Maybe it's something expressive or creative; a sport; some form of meditation or yoga; playful sexytime with your significant other; a new business idea. Commit to just ONE WEEK of spending at least 30 minutes a day on one of your passions. Schedule it and just see what you feel at the end of the week. If you feel like going back to merely surviving, then by all means. (Also, don't bother coming back to this website; you'll find nothing of use here.) 

Here I am writing a post to help encourage you on a night where my heart and attention are scattered. I don't have time for this shit. I have a wife and a child and at least 23 things on a to-do list. And I'm tired. But goddamnit, I love to write and to encourage and to connect deeper with a creative force that's bigger than myself. So that's what I'm doing. And for a moment - this moment - it is bliss.

What possible excuse do you have not to do the same thing? Get to it, friends. 

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