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Weaving a New Social Fabric

The fabric of our society has been unraveling for a while.

There was a phase in history when we lived in tribes, subsisting in more collective, sharing-based communities. Even in our industrial age, until recently it was not at all strange to live with multiple generations under the same roof.

Over the millennia, we have been sliced into more and more atomic units. These days, even the infamous nuclear family is often not intact, and many people live completely alone.

Even inside of ourselves, parts of our own personalities are split off and disconnected from each other. It is as though a fractal pattern of separation has gone viral in our collective self, creating more and more replications of the painful split from nature, from others, from our source, and from our own selves.

Societies in which people live less alone, due to a more collective social structure, often report less incidence of addiction, and many go-it-alone types of cultures report higher incidences of addiction and suicide.

If addiction and suicide don’t get us, consider that loneliness has been linked with multiple life-threatening health problems, and might be more likely to kill us than most other factors influencing the contemporary mode of life. We can literally die of a broken heart.

Through social media we are paradoxically more disconnected than ever – from those sitting right next to us – while we pursue and consume inorganic experiences of connection mediated by technological platforms. It is no surprise that social media and internet are addictive, as they provide us with inauthentic, cheap and easily-consumed experiences of what we’re really seeking in our souls, without asking us to change our lives by relinquishing our ego.

Like all addictive substances, social media takes advantage of a genuine spiritual need, seems to answer it, and lets us get away with “not doing the work” of going through the transformation that would cause us to develop the ability to feel deeply connected in the way we truly thirst for.

The rise in need for digital detoxes makes perfect sense – just as with addictive substances, the fake solution needs to be removed out of our system for us to feel our genuine disconnection, the devastating pain of which is the causation point of us finding our way to true connection through some kind of spiritual regeneration.

In fact, separatiois a part of the alchemical process of spiritual transformation. For many of us it is only when we withdraw from our families and friends and experience genuine, deep aloneness that we are able to go through the fiery, restorative transformations that are necessary to uncover, and finally live true to, that within us which is authentic.

For those of us going through a dark night of the soul process, we may find that whether we want it or not, something within us ensures that we get time in psychological, if not literal, isolation. Joseph Campbell writes about the necessity of hermitage, a period of solitude and sequestering during which we are at last alone enough to discover the voice of our true Higher Power. This stage ends at some point, and we return from the wilderness of our isolation with a gift for the community, which we could only have received in the purity of aloneness.

For a lot of us in recovery, the intense social isolation induced by addiction provides us with the necessary darkness and erosion of our identification with ego to sufficiently prepare us for spiritual awakening. That’s why no matter how much of a burden addiction is, it is a boon once it is converted into recovery.

When spiritual solitude is seen for the value that it provides, we might consider that our society’s increasing tendency towards disconnection may be part of that drive. Collectively, a dark night of the soul is clearly upon us, as the world around us reflects. Perhaps the division into more and more isolated fragments is part of a larger process that precedes an awakening to reunification. Certainly the pain of it is extreme, and pain can be a great awakener.

Be that as it may, as more and more of us – whether due to being in recovery or on another type of awakening path – go through genuine solitude and get to its solution, genuine connection, we will be able to come together and build communities that express and hold a spirit of wholeness in them. In that way, just as the mainstream culture erodes, so the subculture of recovering ones expands and thrives more and more, weaving us into a connected fabric.

As painful as the destruction of our old world social fabric is, this weaving of our new social fabric is something to celebrate with all of our hearts. Thanks for reading!

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Recovering Creativity

Julia Cameron’s resourceful book, an oldie but goodie, The Artist’s Way, holds many divine mysteries for those of us in recovery, especially those of us with a growing yearning to create and express. Using a format inspired by 12 Step, she explores themes related to coming into a more reliant relationship with our God Source, whom she names as inherently creative, to the point where we allow that God Source to be opulently expressive in our lives.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that many of our most loved and cherished cultural icons, artists, and specially-gifted people struggle with addiction at some point in their lives. The same qualities which make a person’s veil a bit too thin, her doors a bit too open, and her soul a bit too transparently bright, make her susceptible to turning to a substance to help her modulate what’s coming through her exquisite, sensitive channels when they get overloaded.

Artists are often ultra fine-tuned, with ears, eyes, noses, mouths, senses, emotions, and minds that perceive our intersecting realities in more specialized ways than others might. Artists may receive the vibrations of their emotions at a more amplified and intense volume than other personality types. More often than not, they are thin-skinned, permeable, vulnerable, mercurial.

Artists function like barometers of the collective field, expressing what’s going on in our group soul, whether that is rapturous joy or devastating pain. Artists are like scientific instruments tuned to register subtle oscillations not all of us perceive, and therefore get to experience things that not everyone is so naturally privy to. (But all people can develop the artist within them).

At the same time, that sensitivity, since it can’t be turned off, makes the painful challenges of life – the rejections, the slights, the brokenhearted empathy with all of the world’s aches, the misunderstandings, the isolation – more loud and all-encompassing. Of course such a person might find her way to the modulating effects of drugs and alcohol.

I think it is also no accident that whether or not they identify as artists, many people who end up with addiction problems share the same genetic trait to begin with – the gift-curse of being especially, unusually sensitive. Artists and highly sensitive people both are more likely to get enmeshed in addiction matrices than others.

Recovery affects our artistic sensibilities and our sensitivities as well. Typically, our creativity and uniqueness is resurrected once we achieve some measure of stability in our recovery. Our own perspective and take on the world is one of the gifts that recovery gives back to us. Sensitive perception, creative responses to what we perceive, and the ability to rest naturally in authentic, spontaneous streams of Being are gifts that get corroded and corrupted by addiction, but which then return in purified, integrated, and balanced forms once the inner spiritual alchemy of recovery has been borne to a certain degree.

Authenticity and creativity are specifically about having the inspiration and nerve to proceed in an unauthorized direction in spite of the countless social controls. The worry lives in all of us that if we do anything unscripted, anything that hasn’t been done before, anything truly revelatory (in the sense that it reveals something previously hidden, about us or about our world), we will get social consequences.

In fact, many people close to us do worry about us (aka project their deep-seated anxieties onto us) and counsel us (aka try to get us to do what makes themfeel better) when we get into our mysteries and therefore become a bit unknown to them. We will likely be encouraged to go back into the domain of what’s safe and socially pre-approved, where they think we can’t be hurt, and where they aren’t unsettled by us anymore because we are perfectly pre-defined. But living only what’s been scripted deprives of the deep joy of improvisation.

At its core, a sincere opening to creativity is radical and spiritual. Ego – the often quite inauthentic, conditioned personality that we present to the world in lieu of our true face – and superego (the one that tries to shame and criticize us into being “good” people, where good is mainly defined by what others will praise and accept, and “bad” is nothing more than a collection of ideas about what will cause other people to reject, blame, criticize, ridicule, or attack us) run counter to God Source surrender. When we choose to ignore ego to strengthen the stream of creativity within us, we strengthen our dedication to God Source.

In recovery, we learn how to tune out the noise of ego and superego, to tune into the still, small voice within, the voice of our own, personal Higher Power. This power, the one that retrieved us from the clutches of addiction, the one who has the power that is greater than ourselves, is full of its own ideas about life, that don’t necessarily match what others want from us. This power is a true, deep rebel, a magnetic and beautiful presence with a natural authority that answers to no one but that which is at one with all life.

Higher Power is creative – you could even call her an artist. People who come to know their Higher Power as a palpable presence in their lives, like people who stick around recovery rooms usually do, eventually see that God Source likes to create things, and will do so with harmony, balance, and beauty. If we ask to be, we can be God Source’s living creation in action, the effervescence of what flows out from the spiritual realms. As Eckhart Tolle phrases it, “Life is the dancer, and [we] are the dance.”

When I think about how many people have been shamed out of their natural right to experience and express creativity I feel very sad. That’s akin to shaming people out of their right to know and experience God Source flow directly into them, and to enjoy whatever form-play that Source flow wants to do through them. This is one of the ways in which our world is spiritually bankrupt.

Instead, we could be spiritually luxuriant – filled with supply and support from within. What magnificent benefit might come to our beautiful, broken planet, if more of us could surrender to Source and let it flow its creativity into the outer world? What brilliant philosophies, funny jokes, beautiful buildings, harmonious communities, ecological solutions, spontaneous healings, inspiring art works, and cures for ill could spring forth from that power? Wouldn’t it be nice to find out?

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The Voice of Love

In my first year of 12 Step, I couldn’t get through one single day without calling multiple people in program for support. Grappling with the task of being a normal(ish) person on the outside, while feeling deeply unfit for life on the inside, required so much of me that I could barely breathe. Sometimes it was right in the morning, sometimes later on in the day, but at some point I would hit such a wall of pain, such a sideswipe, such an inability to move forward, that I would need to call someone and give voice to what was happening to me.

What was happening to me ranged from long bouts of intense crying, to paralyzing, nameless grief, to explosive fits of rage, to vicious panic attacks, to the longing to die, to urges to return to addictive behavior.

The person on the other end of the line mostly listened. Sometimes he or she offered soothing, nonjudgmental affirmations, like “That’s all right, sweetie”. Occasionally she helped me correct my thinking, by temporarily lending me hers, interrupting the momentum of my vortex of psychological agony to say something like, “That thing you can’t forgive yourself for – all of us have been there before. It’s human. It’s not your fault. It doesn’t define you. You are lovable and good.”

People in program gave me my first taste of unconditional love, spiritual perspective and hope of transformation: “This is a normal part of early recovery. It will get better. You will come out the other side. I can’t wait to see who you become.”

Program people had the ability to deeply understand, from their own personal experience, what I was thinking and feeling. Owing to the priceless wisdom that usually only arises from time spent personally suffering, they had the rare ability to let me be exactly where I was in my process, without any need to hurry me along.

At the same time, they were able to hold a higher perspective, the perspective of my potential. They could look at the wretched caterpillar version of me and calmly see the likelihood that I would become a butterfly (as long as I stuck with the process, which they also encouraged me to do). They were not afraid, like I was, that the caterpillar stage would last forever and that was all I’d ever be. They understood metamorphosis – that the process of spiritual transformation, if sincerely sought, is real, inevitable, natural; something we can trust in.

The combination of compassionate witnessing, allowing me to be exactly how I was, while at the same time believing in how I would be, guided me along, slowly but surely, to relief, recovery, and a life of magnitude and meaning far beyond what I could have imagined at that time in my life. My spirituality, my authenticity, my ability to be a good friend, my instincts for healing, my capacity to love deeply and yet hang onto my sense of self, even my calling in life, are all gifts which ripened in the warm “sunlight of the spirit” that circulates throughout the network of recovering people.

After a good long while of being lovingly heard, accepted, cheered on and validated by this group of truly unconditional others, I discovered I could also be the carrier of healing, loving thoughts. Program is a complete lifecycle, with the elders caring for the new ones, and the new ones relying on the experiences of elders. What activated me in my capacity as healer and channel for the voice of love were the desperate, raw needs of the newly recovering. Even though I was just hardly stable myself, when newcomers reached out to me with their enervating pains, with their oceanic needs, I found to my surprise that a healing, loving force spoke through me to them, with the same types of words that had been spoken to me: “It’s human to suffer, it’s not your fault, it doesn’t define you. You are lovable and good”.

With the spirit of kindness moving in me, I felt such tenderness, such a desire to relieve these new ones of their burdens, such a longing to soothe, comfort, and protect them. In fact with that love speaking through me, I said the things out loud that I had always longed to believe. The wounded parts of me heard the authority of the love in me, and began to feel safe for the first time in my life.

The voice of love is shared around the group, and does not belong to anyone in particular. No single person is the keeper of recovery or insanity – we take turns in the needy wounded role, and we also take turns speaking in the voice of love. Inspired by the aches of others, we channel a loving spirit whose words come to our lips when we see suffering.

The power of the recovery community entrained me to a vibration which I can still feel into, to this day. This vibration spirals upwards and outwards, towards more and more life. It reaches for more and more love, joy, and connection, for acceptance, for more claiming of all of us, more allowing of it all, more valuing of all people.

I will always be indebted to my disorders for leading me to get into recovery, where I discovered how love flows in a group consciousness that is tuned to the right station, and how I can be a channel for love too. I learned the value of our wounds: wounds are holes in our ego fortresses, places we can see through to each other. When we peek through those holes, when we see the real, magnificent, injured Self of the other in front of us, crying out for love, then we become the voice of love that that hurt Self needs.

May the voice of love visit you today. Thanks for reading!

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The Heart Chakra and the Fourth Step

The Fourth Step of any Twelve Step Program is to do a “searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves”. It’s during the Fourth Step that we clean house. We come back to the wreckage left by the hurricane of our addiction and take stock of the damage.

It hurts. It hurts to recognize who we have been while living under the command of our addiction. We realize that we have not been sane, we have not been our intended selves, and that we have been, in one way or another, a source of pain for others. If we do our Fourth Step right, we will meet a challenging feeling: remorse.

Remorse burns. Remorse blazes in the heart. But remorse is a healing, cleansing, purifying fire. If I could send a blessing to anyone on this planet, it would be the power to feel remorse.

So many people push remorse away, and I understand why – I do it too. I do it when I am afraid of feeling shame about who I am, when I am frightened that if I let in even a tiny bit of regret, I will be swept into an undertow of self-hatred. Since a large part of me already believes that I am not worthy of love, I am scared to acknowledge any further evidence of my imperfection.

But without the gift of remorse we remain at best narcissistic and at worst psychopathic: not able to feel the harm we are doing to others. Narcissists and psychopaths also can’t feel what they are doing to others, and that is the key reason that they are difficult to treat.

People with addiction, luckily, don’t stay narcissistic and psychopathic once they get into recovery, provided that we go through the whole process of spiritual alchemy that sustainable recovery generally requires of us.

When people with addiction get into recovery, we develop a beautiful, flowering heart that is even more empathetic, kind, and open to loving than it was before the addiction. This flowering heart is born from our remorse. People in recovery have broken hearts – hearts that broke open.

Before recovery, addiction took all higher heart qualities, like tenderness, unconditional love, and empathy, and sucked them down into the more instinctual realm of impulse and satisfaction. There is nothing wrong with the beautiful, animal, instinctual realm, don’t get me wrong. But it becomes distorted under the influence of addiction. The hungry ghost of addiction hijacks the second chakra, where we would normally experience healthy pleasure and comfort. The addiction then governs us by running everything through that energy center. We get cut off from our higher chakras, including the fourth, or heart chakra.

When we do a Fourth Step, which we might think of as a Fourth Chakra, or Heart Step, it can be painful to realize that we have not been acting from heart, that we have been out of touch with love, as all of our life force has been directed through the lower, survival-oriented, needs-gratifying parts of us.

The Fourth Step allows us to experience the purifying fire of remorse awakening in our heart chakra. It is that very painful remorse which resurrects our heart and its unitive, connective nature.

I believe it helps to couple remorse with self-forgiveness and self-compassion. The first time I did my fourth step my inner critic gave me the beating of a lifetime. My shame was only relieved when my loving sponsor helped me see that while in my disease, I had not fully known what I was doing. It was the illness within me that had done those things.

She also helped me see that everyone in the rooms, and indeed everyone outside of the rooms, does things that hurt other people. Everyone has a shadow. Everyone acts in ways that are a sort of selfish, greedy, and even corrupt, especially before they have developed spiritually. This is not unique to me, this is an important and humbling realization, to see that I share the broken condition with all of humanity.

In the spirit of applying self-compassion during the Fourth Step, Heart-Chakra-purifying process, I’d like to offer two little ways of enhancing the journey to make sure that empathy and self-forgiveness are in attendance.

One is to remember and perhaps rewrite the prayer, “Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do”. Since I’m not extremely into patriarchal slants on God, I reword it as something like, “Forgive me, God Source, I did not see and feel what I was doing, but now that I can see and feel what it was, I intend never to do that again, please help me to live up to that intention. I am sorry for any pain I caused anyone, anywhere in the Oneness.”

Another twist is to include the classic “Just like me…” formulation when reviewing the items on your Fourth Step. The phrasing is originally taken from Buddhist practices for expanding heart, and is expanded upon in Kristin Neff’s beautiful work on Self-Compassion. Here I say to myself, “Just like me, all over the world, people have been sucked into addiction. They have helplessly hurt those they love without even realizing it. May all of our hearts open to awaken from addiction, to heal ourselves and others, to remember our power to choose what forces we serve, to remember our sovereignty, our freedom, and our goodness.”

As I practice these attitudes, my remorse for what I have put out into the world expands to include compassion for myself. My remorse opens heart qualities that benefit and extend forgiving love and a desire to do no further harm to me, too.

Sending good luck for passage through the healing, alchemical fire of remorse!

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Two Ways of Being Happy

In his lovely book, a New Earth, Eckhart Tolle writes, “There are two ways of being unhappy. Not getting what you want is one. Getting what you want is the other.”

This past Memorial Day weekend I had an opportunity to see a related truth. There are, in fact, also two ways of being happy. Getting what you want is one. Not getting what you want is the other.

My husband and I were fortunate enough to find a last minute booking for the holiday weekend and decided to take off on a trip to the mountains. I did some research, set out some intentions, and chose a place for us to hike that I felt sure resonated deep in our hearts, with what we both needed: pristine, quiet, stunning nature.

The trailhead that Google directed us to turned out to be inaccessible with our small car. Sharp rocks looked very capable of popping our regular street tires. Overgrown thickets scratched the sides of our little Toyota Yaris. Neither of us had cell service.

After forwarding and reversing, circling around, getting lost and nearly stuck a few times, we finally decided to park and walk along the road to the trailhead, not knowing how long it would take us to get there.

There was good reason to believe this plan would work out. Surely we weren’t too far to the trailhead. The day was young and fresh. The sun was shy of noon. We had backpacks full of water and snacks and we both brimmed with an optimism that blunted realism.

Snow capped mountains poked up from the horizon in all directions. The air was fresh and piney. Conifers creaked amiably in the wind, and the soil was a deep, nourishing red.

“Look at this view,” I said to my husband. “Look how nice it is that that this road is dirt and not paved. Listen to the wind in the trees! And not a soul in sight! I like this walk, I’m glad to be out of the car and walking. And pretty soon we’ll get to the trailhead.” We looked up at the white mountains in the distance and overrode our doubts with desire.

I was cheerful, optimistic and grateful for about an hour. At that point, the lovely dirt road, with its blanket of dry, resinous and aromatic needles and charming stony peaks and valleys, emptied out onto a normal, blacktop road. The beauty of the scenery dropped away. The view became muddied, eclipsed by thick, wildfire-maimed trees that didn’t seem comely or friendly anymore to me. The sun hid behind a thick cloud.

Cars started driving past us. Big ones – the kind that leave you in a wake of fumes. The kind that don’t slow down for pedestrians. The kind that seem rude just because they have so much better tires that you do. Cars with four-wheel drive. Cars driven by fitter, luckier people. A Honda Fit drove by, to add insult to injury, proving that we must have just had the wrong directions – if a small car like that could make it, ours could have too. These people must have just done something better, been in the know, had the right instructions. Google had not led these people astray.

My mood curdled. The certainty overcame us that we were quite a bit further from the trailhead than we had hoped. As the hours paled and the warmth of the day drained away, we came to understand that by the time we would get to the start of the trail, we would probably only have just enough time to turn around and go back.

As I sourly trundled along, I fell into a lower and lower vibration. I ignored the trees, the birds, the glimpses of white mountains, the musical creaking of the pines, small waterfalls and cute ferns, to focus on feeling sad that I wasn’t at the trailhead. My mind helpfully offered negative thoughts to amplify my downward spiral. Scarcity thoughts, like “There’s never enough nature in my life”. Personalizing thoughts, like “This is exactly the type of thing that would happen to me.” Blaming thoughts, like “I hate stupid Google and its stupid bad directions! Stupid data collecting privacy invading internet tyrant overlords!” In the back of the mind, I registered that some of the cars coming back down the mountain were the same ones that had passed us just moments before. But this wasn’t quite conscious.

It took us a little over three hours to arrive at the trailhead. During that time, my mood evened out, and as the pleasure of walking dominated, the rhythm and pulse of quiet movement overrode my negativity, and I mellowed. I accepted. I allowed. I got over it. I slipped into pleasant reveries, into the gentle dreamlike meandering mind that I associate with hiking.

When we got to the trailhead, the one I had chosen because I was sure it was aligned to what our hearts longed for, the last of my resentments melted away. The trail was a treasure of nature – unspeakably gorgeous. A small, clear, crystalline lake rested at the bottom of a glacier. Light and shadow play cast shifting patterns around the woods. Scented firs rustled their arms, shaking up aromas to radiate on the wind. Tiny, brightly colored birds sang in their special code.

My heart felt sore with longing to commune with nature. But all was forgiven as I felt the presence of pristine nature collapse my resistance. I could not hold a resentment in the strong force of this beautiful place. With aching feet, we gently walked the first part of the trail, that wound around the crystalline aqua lake. Surrounded by young ponderosas, we found a spot in the sun that was sheltered from the snow-cold wind. We were hungry and tired, and we deeply enjoyed the food we had packed. We rested quietly, enjoying the lush silence, closing our eyes in the sun, leaning back in the grass.

Just then, several knots of people came back down the trail. The same people who had been in the cars that passed us on the road. The same people who had been better prepared, who had better tires and better navigation. People with big packs of professional gear.

I looked at them curiously. One man caught my eye and said, “Did you hear? Mountain lions up there. Fresh tracks everywhere. The ranger said a hiker ran into them and one of them is real mean, snarling and growling. You better not go up there”.

I was stunned. “How far up?” I asked. “About a quarter mile”, he answered, and grumbled on down to his car. I recalled the cars I had noticed, which must have been returning down the mountain because of this.

Had the Google navigation worked, my husband would have gotten to the trailhead like the others. But we also might have encountered mountain lions. Had things worked out the way we thought they should, we might have been those early hikers meeting the snarling growling dangerous one. At best, we would have had to turn around like the others, with no hike at all.

Instead, my husband and I got to have a three hour hike. We were there, coasting the wave of endorphins, resting in nature, feeling full and soaking the beauty in. Our bodies were refreshed, tired, full of cold mountain air, energized by the dry sun, and scented with forest resins.

I laughed out loud as I took this little wink from the universe. I remained buoyant as we descended the mountain, knowing that the best possible thing happened, in those circumstances, that mysterious forces had both kept my husband and I safe, and kept the mountain lions safe. I was happy that the mountain lions were allowed to protect their pristine mountain lake terrain, that we humans were not allowed to blunder into their territory too much.

As I rode a wave of appreciative thoughts and feelings, everything seemed different. With my head up and my gaze loosed from the inner monologue of woe, I was able to notice the beauties. The forest, once burned, was being repopulated with soft, fuzzy saplings, radiant green, that moved me with their earnest rise to the light. The old fallen trees seemed like guardians, protectors and nourishers as they gave their old bodies up as mulch to the new forest. The sun moved intermittently across the many snowy peaks around, creating many different qualities of light. I saw the waterfalls and the ferns this time. I saw a small herd of small, elegant deer, including two speckled fawns.

As we drove away, happy our car had intact tires, I remembered Eckhart Tolle’s quote: that there are two ways of being unhappy. There are also two ways to be happy, I thought, and today, not getting what I wanted was my way of being happy

I also thought of the words of a less esoteric spiritual teacher:

You can’t always get what you want

You can’t always get what you want

You can’t always get what you want

But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find

you get what you need

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What Is Suffering Good For? Practicing Care of The Soul

In Thomas Moore’s beautiful book, Care of The Soul, he suggests changing how we normally relate to suffering. He says that the whole question of finding fault is off point, and like all wrong questions, will get you the wrong answers.

Inquiries like “What mistake did I make?” “Who’s to blame for this suffering of mine?” “How can I get rid this?” and “How can I make sure I never have to go through this ever again?” are all, in a way, expressed in the wrong spirit. We are barking up the wrong tree and won’t find our missing kittens there.

Rather than expressing an attitude of care of the soul, these questions all reflect our culture’s bias against suffering – we have completely forgotten what it’s good for.

I love Thomas Moore’s point of view. He understands the fundamental quandary that those of us in recovery are in, once addiction sets us on our spiritual path. The quandary is exasperatingly, beautifully simple: sometimes our soul needs something that our ego doesn’t want.

The ego just wants to live on the surface of life, it wants to fit in, to be acceptable, to be approvable, to stay innocent. It wants success according to the template, according to what we’ve been taught to believe.

My ego believes what she reads on the internet – that it’s possible to just be healthy, wealthy, good looking, successful, surrounded by friends, and have a nice big house (end of story). Any failure to be like that means something is wrong.

From my ego’s point of view, all my symptoms – my depression, my low self-esteem, my acne, my struggles in marriage, my imperfect finances – all of these are inconveniences. Aberrations, things that shouldn’t be. Obstacles that stand between her and what she wants.

The bad news for my ego, which is good news for me, is that my soul wants something completely different. My soul doesn’t care about fitting in, about achieving someone else’s pre-defined and highly culturally dependent idea of what life is about. My soul is here to live, to grow, to expand, to experience, to have adventures.

What adventures? Who knows! I will find out if I let her breathe. My adventures will unfold in the moment and I likely won’t know what they are until they happen.

My soul is disconcertingly unconcerned with fitting in, has little interest in pleasing people who don’t match her vibrations. She has little time for status and the opinions of others, unless they are people in my true soul family.

I try to be kind to my ego, but I guess in the end, it’s clear to me whose side I’m on these days.

I relate this choice to side with soul over ego, if I can even call it a choice, to my recovery. People who don’t have disorders, or have never experienced “failing at life” the way that I have might still imagine they have the choice to live from ego. And maybe they do.

For those of us in recovery, however, it is my experience that we don’t live for our egos. We may still try everyday – I will give my ego credit for being nothing if not persistent – but it’s not sustainable. For some of us, at least, the doomed venture of trying to be what this world wants from us in place of who we were born to be isn’t really supported. For some of us, soul just wins.

So my choice, if there is one, is thwart or support. I have found it easier to support. My soul has a way of getting her way whether I thwart or support. The difference is how much pain for me – if I thwart, and try to build up too many structures of ego, my soul just sets fire to them. Supporting my ego against soul causes me so much suffering that I must give in to living more authentically one way or another. Suffering is that fire, my soul burning away the false within me so she has more room.

One way that soul communicates with me is through my symptoms, those same things that ego wishes weren’t there to begin with. This is one reason why the medical assumption that symptoms should be suppressed or taken away misses the point so heavily, in my opinion. The medical model is in bed with ego, it says, “Ok let’s get rid of this inconvenience” and crushes or rips out or medicates away the message that’s coming through from soul. I do feel that medication can be a blessing and a tool that supports a larger intention to honor soul, but it’s not always used in that way.

Care of the Soul says, “What is this suffering good for?” It says, “Why might soul need to be depressed right now? Maybe it needs time in the dark. Maybe depression is the only way for you to get into doing nothing for a while. Maybe the darkness of the void is what soul needs to birth her next creation.” Care of the Soul says, “What is this loneliness good for? Where does it lead me? What is trying to happen through me right now? Maybe soul has arranged for me to be alone tonight, so that I can finally meet a new aspect of my own self.”

Lately I have been playing with this shift in attitude, borrowed from Care of the Soul’s lovely perspective, and asking myself “What is this suffering good for?” I’ve been moved, pleased, and relieved by the answers. If you have answers of your own to share, about what your suffering is good for, we would always love to hear from you! Thanks for reading!

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The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of “The Soul’s Code”

In James Hillman’s beautiful book, The Soul’s Code, he describes a way of thinking about symptoms and disorders that restores the dignity that Western medicine takes from madness.

He claims that our symptoms are not coincidental, and suggests instead that the particular curses we bear are related to our specific soul’s code, or destiny. The deepest and most painful challenges we face are related by inverse proportion to who we will become when we are completely unfolded and activated. In that sense, our destinies are tied up with our symptoms and would not be possible without them.

I have found Hillman’s discoveries to be not only beautiful but true. I have no doubt that my own experiences in madness are inseparable from the gifts that I bear for this world. I have also found this to be the beauty/truth when working with others. If I bother, I can see in each symptom, especially the truly horrible, awful, devastating ones that almost annihilate a person, a precious and life-force-studded seed that holds the full potential of their soul’s code.

The writers of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, in creating that hefty catalog of human woes, traffic with the idea that humanity’s diverse ecology of subjective inner-world experiences can be observed, described, sorted and named. Just as the naturalists once decided upon the phyla, kingdoms, families, histories and names of the flora and fauna of our outer world, psychologists have imposed scientific order on our inner world.

The different families of psychological suffering that psychologists have discovered are more or less distinct from each other. Each disorder has discrete experiences with distinctive features that are shared amongst all the people who grapple with that same category of struggle.

I acknowledge the value of this undertaking. The phenomena that the DSM aims to catalog have an undeniable reality, and I believe they are described accurately enough to help practitioners understand more about patterns they might not personally relate to.

The DSM’s naming of these patterns can be helpful for validation. Finding ourselves more or less reflected in a description we may be able to say to ourselves, “Wow, my suffering is real, look, there’s a name for it, and it really is as bad as I feel that it is.” There is a time and place for this type of validation, in my experience – and it often helps family members take our troubles seriously. I love the DSM for this, because in a society where nothing is real unless science says it is, it’s helpful to have science say that my experience really exists.

In other moments, the DSM’s way of holding the psychological phenomena they observed as signs of being disordered or sick leaves me with a feeling of disregard for my experience that denies its beauty and value. I’m not sure why they did not choose to group their observations according to the more common and predominant phenomena of our inner world –types of human joy, psychological health, strength, spiritual experiences, and resilience.

The DSM was birthed by the Western medical model, which is notorious for its negative slant and its interest in excising. Western medicine loves to isolate and cut out an infected area of the body or soul as though the presence of that symptom were not deeply related to the rest of the person who produced it. In contemporary psychology with an overly DSM-heavy take, the attack on “infected” areas of our souls creates a lot of problems, not least of which is the fact that practitioners miss the real origin of the problem (usually not located in the exact place that you find it, but usually in some deeper, more causal place).

The even more problematic fail in my opinion is that overly DSM-happy practitioners may forget that the infection is just the messenger. By shooting it we accomplish nothing other than shutting down the conversation! And if working with the soul’s code has taught me anything, it’s that if our souls don’t succeed, you can bet they will try, try again to get that message through – sending as many symptoms as it takes to get our attention. Not only is it violent, it’s fairly pointless to keep cutting off the heads of our disorders – symptoms just grow back unless you stop attacking and see what that hydra was trying to tell you.   

For that reason, it might be nicer to see the DSM as start but not the final word in the discussion of our psychological patterns. As I said, the DSM is a great tool for realizing, “Wow, this pattern of experiences I am going through is a documented phenomenon – it really is a thing that other people have dealt with as well – what a relief to know I am not alone!”

What we say, think, and do next with that information is very important too though: How do we interpret the presence of this pattern, and how do we personally choose to relate to it? Is it an enemy to be stamped out, or a kind friend come to tell us some uncomfortable but valuable truth?

Viktor Frankl, author of Man’s Search for Meaning, and someone who managed to find love in one of the darkest pockets of humanity’s heart, maintains that it is, in the end, the meaning we make of our lives that improves them more than any other factor. For some, the meaning of having a disorder may be as simple as concluding, “I have this genetic disease and I must live with it, but it does not determine me, and I will not let it decide my whole existence.” A person whose soul is interested in a different story might say, “I have this pattern showing up in my life – I will use it to create deep and powerful artwork that touches all of mankind. It is part of my soul’s code.” Another woman may say, “This disease will be my greatest teacher. I will learn everything I can from it and have it make me grow strong in character and love.” In other words, you could say it’s all in the interpretation, which is up to the nature and choice of the person with that disorder.

One meaning that I like to make of the DSM is to see each catalogued item as a call to activate a special and specific potential destiny. I would love to someday see a radically new edition sitting on the shelves of every practitioner’s office – the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the Soul’s Code.

 

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Sustainable Recovery: Right Actions in Surrender-Based Spirituality

I have tripped and fallen many times over the same knotty root, that bulges up from time to time in the path of my sustainable recovery: how to find the right balance between action and non-action.

In some moments of pause I’ve reflected and concluded, “I see, it’s all about right action – right acting my way into right thinking!” (as the AA slogan goes). At other bends of the path, the truth seems to be the opposite. I find myself thinking that at the end of the day, the true success of recovery is nothing more than the simple-but-not-always-easy art of surrender. Not doing, not planning, not acting, but rather learning to receive – in the spirit of a bumper sticker I’ve seen and liked: Don’t just do something, sit there!

Normal people may have the dubious privilege of continuing to direct their lives from a mindset that favors self-directed and willful action over surrender. They might enjoy the (I would say illusion of) mastery, control, and dominance over their life’s unfoldment. People of this orientation may pride in being masters of their own destiny. But those of us in recovery, through the curious humbling awakener of addiction, have learned to be wary of the perils of running our lives from our small, limited, and at times, quite corrupted egos.

Living life from the ego, or the small self, doesn’t fit with sustainable recovery, and yet there are still times when, as I said, heroic, willful action is required, when it seems that we are being asked to battle, fight, and be strong to protect our recovery from the menacing return of a spirit of addiction, and to maybe take some of our destiny into our own hands. After all, God helps those who helps themselves, and so on.

I believe that both are true: Success in recovery hangs on the ability to move into action when everything is lined up for action, and sometimes we even need to get out the inner warrior and fight tooth and nail for our sobriety. At the same time, there are many spiritual rip tides which may overcome us, where the key to passing through them alive is to “let go and let God.” The question of when to take which actions, and in which spirit, probably perplexes many of us recovery sojourners as we pick our way along the path.

A metaphor I’ve been finding useful lately is to think of the relationship between a gardener and nature. Nature is the larger force, both kind and fierce, to whom the gardener is attuned, dedicated, and ultimately submissive. The thought of this relationship allows me to hold a conception of “right doing” that is anchored around being proactive about taking those actions which will actually facilitate and allow growth of recovery. In other words, to be like a nurturing, wise gardener who can feel through the rhythms of nature what actions are required, when.

In tune with the many messages of light, season, warmth, and the cycles of change, always taking her cues in surrender to the laws of nature, a good gardener is able to see that the window for action is now, and understands which type of action to take – is it time to prepare the soil, to add nutrients? Is it time to start seeds, to transplant, to thin? Is it time to water and wait, having patience and faith in spite of no outward sign of progress? Is it time to see that fruit is coming, and to do everything in the world to protect it against corroding forces? Is it time to harvest and share? Or is it time to accept that harvest is over for now – is it time to call something done and cut it back, bury it, let it rest and decompose?

With this mindset the question isn’t whether it’s me-generated action or total surrender that fits, but rather how I can join these – how can I, little me, take actions which arise from a larger surrender, in acknowledgement of the fact that I play only an assistant role to the life force within me that is driving my sustainable recovery. With this frame I see that recovery, like nature, grows on its own in spite of many obstacles, and was always there, growing, even when I was completely in its way. Imagine how much it might thrive if I don’t interfere, if I listen to it, if I align myself and my actions to it, instead of throwing myself against it.

There are actions which facilitate, support and enable the guiding spirit of our recovery, that life force to which we surrender our lives, to really have space to grow and expand here in this world. With this idea my job becomes simpler: it is to understand what my recovery needs every day, and in every season, and give that to my sustainable recovery.

What might my recovery need? Like organic life, my recovery needs a combination of things: exposure to sunlight, water, air, and nutrients in the right amount at the right time. Time overwintering in the dark, as well as time in warm moist nutritious soil. It needs different things at different times, depending on what’s going on in the environment around me as well as my own developmental stage.

A key ingredient for supporting our recovery is light, which may be analogous to how much exposure we are able to give ourselves to the “sunlight of the spirit”. How can we arrange our lives so that our recovery has enough transformative exposure to spirit? Can we go to meetings that have many spirit-filled old timers in them, can we listen to sacred music, read texts that open up the spirit inside us, expose ourselves to people and places that carry higher frequencies and vibrations? Are we placing our recovery enough in the light, or are we in the shadow of someone or something in or outside of us that blocks out our ability to receive?

Likewise, is there enough fluidity, succulence, and “wetness” in my recovery? Is there enough emotion, enough yin, enough female principle, or have I become too rigid, bossy, or dry in my approach? Action steps to support my sustainable recovery with enough “water principle” may include letting myself participate in yin yoga, tai chi, to be in and near water, to drink water, to learn from it, to allow myself to get slow and receptive enough to savor, to not be rushed.

Plants also need space and air – this may be analogous to the breath, and whether I am giving myself enough space. Am I letting my recovery “breathe”, do I let a gentle breeze touch its leaves, or am I in an overly stagnant, too-sequestered space? Or am I expecting myself to thrive in an overly challenging gale of forces my recovery is not rooted enough to withstand quite yet? Do I need more protection?

Am I nourished? Am I making sure that I add to, give increase to, give back to, and enrich my recovery, feeding my sustainable recovery nutrients which cause me to feel that I am satiated, that I have enough? Do I insist that I be around people and places that are genuinely nourishing, whatever that means to me?

Finally, do I let my recovery “overwinter” sometimes? Do I allow the death and decomposition principle to work in peace, to take from me that which is no longer vital and alive, which needs to be dropped off and allowed to become something which is fed back into the soil?

With a gardener’s mindset, I can focus on which actions will support the life of my recovery to thrive. Nourishing the ground of my recovery so that its roots are fed, defending the space around my recovery so that it can breathe, moisturizing the ground of my sustainable recovery so that it can grow succulent and supple, exposing myself to the sunlight of spirit, and finally, honoring the cycles of death and life, understanding that death of outdated and done parts of me and my life creates nutrients my recovery needs in order to continue to grow strong.
May these words be beneficial to you today.

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General Wellness

Baked Curried Bananas Recipe

Enjoy this healthy and delicious baked curried bananas recipe from our Chef and Nutritionist Anne Masri! It’s easy to make, not too messy and takes less than an hour! If you’re looking for a good vegan recipe and would like to branch out your taste buds, this is an excellent sweet and savory curry dish you can make with just a few ingredients that you might even have on hand. This tasty curried banana dish can be served as an appetizer or a dessert!

At Villa Kali Ma, we like to use organic ingredients to make sure our dish is free of chemicals and pesticides or other additives that our body recognizes as toxins. Toxic ingredients can trigger an immune response by the body. One theory as to why autoimmune disease is becoming an epidemic in this country is because of the toxins added to our food. So if you want to make a healthy dish, start with healthy ingredients that are free of chemicals and toxins.

Look for extra virgin unrefined Coconut Oil for the greatest Coconut Oil benefits. Coconut Oil not only tastes good, the medium chain fatty acids are said to improve memory and brain function, which makes it an excellent ingredient to bake with. Apricot Jam, made with fresh locally grown apricots, can usually be found at your local health food grocery store or farmer’s market and tastes fantastic! Curry Powder, which can be found at any grocery store, gives the dish a golden yellow color and adds an abundance of rich, delicious flavor.

Coconut Sugar is becoming a fairly mainstream ingredient and can be found at most grocery stores, however you will definitely find it at specialty health food stores such as Jimbo’s, Whole Foods, Lazy Acres or other natural food markets. Coconut Sugar is an excellent replacement for cane sugar due to its low glycemic index. The main ingredient, Bananas, is probably already in your kitchen and if not, I’m sure you know where to find them. The ripeness of the bananas is up to your liking. If you would like the dish to have more of a savory flavor, I would start out using bananas that are just turning from green to yellow and still quite firm. If you want it to be more of a sweet caramelized dessert dish, then go with ripe bananas. Or you can try both and see how you like them.

Happy baking!!!

Ingredients

  • Bananas
  • Coconut Oil
  • Apricot Jam
  • Curry Powder
  • Coconut Sugar

Directions

  • Set your oven to 375 degrees
  • In a saucepan, melt oil, jam and curry powder.
  • Pour over bananas.
  • Sprinkle with coconut sugar.
  • Bake until caramelized, about 30 minutes.

Let cool for 5 minutes and…

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Love Addiction

17 Common Signs of Love Addiction

Love addiction works like other addictions. Rather than a chemical substance providing the high, the high is obtained through engaging in relationships with people. The rush of feeling “love” from another person is the sought-after experience upon which the addicted person becomes dependent, and around which the person becomes increasingly obsessive, controlling, and compulsive.

Over time, the person suffering from love addiction changes – their original personality is eclipsed with a part that manipulates, deceives, and hustles to extract required emotional goodies from others. Think “hungry ghost” archetype, whose throat is tiny and whose hunger is insatiable. The vampire archetype fits as well. Love addicted people may portray their love addiction as charisma, smoke and mirrors, lies, guilting, playing the victim, and any other strategies they can to get people to give them attention, care, and sexual contact.

There’s a distinction between unconditional love – that love which the indwelling being/self has for all of life – and the more self-centered, lower-dimensional craving/lust/attachment, which the self-serving elements of our culture encourage, deceive, and subliminally program us to call “love”. Love addicts are addicted to the latter.

Lower-dimensional love, or lust/craving/fantasy/glamour, has the potential to be addictive because it provides a quick, short-term rush that numbs pain, while creating a long-term deficit of pleasure. The after-effect – feeling even worse than before the romantic encounter – kicks in just long enough afterwards for the addict to neglect to see the connection. The high, which kicks in immediately, is more memorable, at least to the pleasure-center part of the brain.

Like all addictive experiences, the “romance rush” is initially appealing to a person with some kind of chronic personality pain in the same way that morphine is tempting to someone with chronic physical pain. The individual gets to feel in control and is able to instantly meet his or her needs for relief.

Dependence on lower-vibrational sources of needs gratification atrophies the person over time, however, creating more and more damage. By analogy, the sugars in high fructose corn syrup are essentially destructive to the human energy field. Rather than providing nutrition, this concentrated sweetness gives a short-term energy spike, while dissipating energy and creating illness in the long term. An organically grown, non-GMO carrot J, by contrast, was designed by nature to give you what you need, and will feed you without harming you.

The reason most turn to “lower dimensional” pay offs is because they are not aware of, or able to consistently access, their inherent source of unconditional love that is their birthright. The most common signs of love addiction often stem from trauma and other types of soul damage that disconnect them from their spirit (through dissociation), which makes it difficult for spirit to give them unconditional love.

In addition, the cultural programming towards instant gratification interferes. Likewise, the heavily distorted and disturbed ideas about God coming from organized religion interfere. Between the experience of abuse, the cultural message that we should get what we want right when we want it, and the shaming, fear-mongering messages coming from some religious programming, it can be very challenging for us to have the kind of relationship with source love that really works.

If we don’t currently have positive experiences and awareness of the benefits of seeking spiritual aid for our troubles, we are more likely to seek lower aid. If our house is on fire, and we don’t see any water, we may just grab whatever appears to be fluid to douse the flames, not realizing we have actually grabbed a bucket of gasoline.

17 Common Signs of Love Addiction

    • Confusing sexual feelings and romantic excitement with love
    • Finding partners who require excessive attention and help meeting their needs, but who do not meet your needs in return
    • Partaking in activities that you don’t actually like to do or which you may even feel uncomfortable doing in order to keep or please your partner
    • Forsaking passions, beliefs, or relationships with friends in order to get more time with, or to please, a partner
    • Choosing to miss out on important career, social, or family life experiences for the sake of pursuing or maintaining a romantic or sexual relationship
    • Relying on sex with strangers, pornography, or excessive masturbation to skip over the mess of “needing” someone, avoiding getting hurt by avoiding all meaningful relationships
    • Trouble leaving abusive or unhealthy relationships despite promises to oneself or others to leave
    • A pattern of returning to previously painful or unsuccessful relationships in spite of promises to oneself or others
    • Triggering or holding onto a partner through the use of seduction, sex, and emotional manipulation (such as guilting, shaming, playing the victim) in order to get that person to do what you want
    • Persistent craving and pursuing of romance, “butterflies”, crushes, or relationships
    • When in relationship, feeling compelled to please the other and unable to tolerate any unhappiness on the part of the partner
    • When single, feeling terribly alone and desperate to find someone
    • Loss of interest in emotionally healthy intimate relationship once the “honeymoon phase” wears off
    • Finding solitude nearly intolerable
    • Using compulsive sex or fantasy to manage feelings of loneliness, or other difficult states
    • Finding partners with a pattern of being unavailable and/or abusive
    • Turning to sex, romantic feelings, or fantasy as a way of modulating challenging experiences and emotions

To what extent do you relate to this description? What have your experiences with higher love been like (unconditional love that life/self has for all creatures/parts/creations)? What gets in the way of your ability to receive this love consistently, and when you really need it? What might help you receive the love you need direct from your source? Might you have been unknowingly trading in your birthright to experience deep and unconditional love for the shallow and diminishing returns of love addiction?

It’s important to uncover all of the underlying issues that may be perpetuating the need to self-medicate by abusing substances. If you think you might struggle with some of these themes or know someone who is, we can help. With kindness we can help to uncover your truest intentions, purpose, and connections when it comes to genuine love and relationships. This is just one of the common issues women struggle with that causes them to use substances to numb the pain. At Villa Kali Ma, we dive deep to uncover all of the underlying issues causing pain and suffering in women’s lives.

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