Contagious Luck

Four Leaf Clovers Not Needed

Four Leaf Clovers Not Needed

CAMP 5, MT HOOD, OR—Far, far off in the ether, the scent of diesel fumes subtly crept into my awareness and I extracted myself from the Code to find a 36 foot class-A RV idling over my shoulder.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but I was camped at the end of a dead-end, one lane, winding, heavily forested, mountain road.

“Oh, no, did I just get myself into a pickle,” I heard over the idling engine. Apparently I wasn’t the only one to see the problem.

After about an hour, we got Mary, a sweet elderly lady only seven months as a nomad, turned around and on her way.

The other day, I was wondering why She led me up to this camp. Now I know. I hate to think what Mary would have been put through had I not been here. She works in mysterious ways.

A winding, dead end road is nothing for a van, but to a big RV, or 5th-wheel, or travel trailer, they can be the subject of nightmares.

I’m a very lucky man—and as Mary found out, this kind of luck is contagious.

Posted in Duplex Personality, Synchronicity, VanDwelling

The Imbued

The Imbued

The Imbued

MT HOOD, OR—I’m still on Mt. Hood, busting my hump on this project, but the end is near and I’ll soon be on the road again.

Spending all this time coding—being the Code—provided me with an insight this morning:

You imbue what you focus on.

When you focus on a good story, you enter the story. You imbue it, join it, and become one with it.

When you focus on a good movie, the same thing happens. There’s a joining with it—a merging—and the boundaries between you and the movie disappear.

Even though the me-me-me self is a completely imaginary thing, here’s where practically everyone goes wrong: They focus on the imaginary self and thus imbue it with life.

Posted in Best Of, Emptiness

The Shadow Falls

The Broken Forest

The Broken Forest

CAMP 3 (or 4), MT HOOD, OR—I’ve been feeling particularly dark lately. Though it would be easy to blame it all on work, I secretly believe it’s all Michelle’s fault. She’s wrestling with her Shadow, and as any Mystic/student relationship worth its salt is, there’s an almost constant… reflection of her life in mine.

Last I read Ken Wilber (which was awhile ago), he was advocating doing Shadow work in conjunction with other integral practices to help the seeker progress along the spiritual path. I wholeheartedly agree—though, as you will see, the Shadow may reveal itself all on its own.

Shadow work is any technique that helps you uncover deep repressed emotional and psychological material. I spent years with Holosync for just that purpose and still swear by its benefits, but as Michelle is finding out, as the ego decays and loses its repressive energy, the Shadow will awaken.

And yesterday at work my chakras started dumping out junk again, until ANOTHER one stuck. I spent about an hour writing it out last night but didn’t get to the bottom of it before I was too tired and had to go to bed. Negative energy and emotions are EXHAUSTING. I don’t know how I, and therefore most human beings for that matter, have lived with all this junk stored away on a permanent basis.

I believe one of the reasons you feel so much lighter and happier after the ego drops away is because the Shadow, with nothing left to hold it in, ejects from the system and vanishes. All that dark matter, the “junk” as Michelle calls it, disappears.

The spontaneous eruption of the Shadow, as painful as it can be, is also a very powerful indicator that the ego is finally dissolving.

See also my Dark Night of the Soul.

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Posted in Ego Barrier

How To Dramatically Increase Your Luck

The Subtle Light of Life

The Subtle Light of Life

CAMP 3 (or 4), MT HOOD, OR—I came down off my mountain to hang out with Randy the Mobile Kodger for the afternoon. When I told him I’d been thinking of using the term luck instead of synchronicity he spontaneously slid into his Southern Baptist Preacher persona (which anyone who has been around Randy for more than five minutes is quite familiar with), and sang its praises.

Synchronicity is just another word for Luck. Good luck. Outstanding luck. Luck bordering on the magical.

From a consistent standpoint, I am the luckiest person I have ever met, and I know at least a dozen people who would agree with me.

I may not have won the lottery (yet), but I have consistently good luck. Outstanding luck. Magical luck.

Why? Because the less there is of the Wayne-thing, the more there is of the Divine-thing, and the Divine-thing has all sorts of resources at Her disposal.

So how do you dramatically increase your luck? How do you “get lucky” on a consistent basis?

  1. Live as if you never die. Research the evidence of the Soul and recognize there is zero evidence to the contrary. Then start living as if you live forever. Your ego (the State-Your-Name-thing) will take a serious hit—and that is a very good thing when it comes to getting lucky.
  2. Open to Radiance. Feel the natural Love you have for yourself, then open and allow that Love to flow outward onto others (people, plants, animals, rocks). Surrender to this Love and whatever naturally arises. Your ego will take another serious hit.
  3. Practice Emptiness. Dig out and drop everything your mind says is true about the personal self. The personal self (ego) is an illusion and it’s all in your head.

Do these practices one at a time or concurrently, but if you do them one at a time, then I strongly suggest you do them in the order above. Pretty soon, there will be far less of “you” in your life and a hell of a lot more of the Divine.

And the less there is of you, the more lucky you’ll get.

Posted in Best Of, Day in the Life, Duplex Personality, Ego Barrier, Emptiness, Path of Mystical Oneness, Personal Self, Radiance, Soul, Synchronicity, Techniques

Sometimes I Bite

The Yang of Water

The Yang of Water

MT HOOD, OR—My client hated what I had done for him with the forums. His words, “I thought I laid out exactly what I wanted in my email of 5 July 2014. I was surprised when it was completely different.”

Now in the course of just 10 days, I wrote thousands of lines of code, a completely functional forum framework and of the 30 features he had requested, completed or addressed 27 of them.

I was surprised when it was completely different.

Over a month’s worth of work done in less than a third of the time, and only three tasks that didn’t meet with his standards and he saw it as a reason to criticize and an abject failure.

In spirituality, there are two common techniques for dealing with aggressive or disagreeable behavior. There’s the Old Testament method of an eye-for-an-eye, and the New Testament method of turn the other cheek.

An eye-for-an-eye promotes escalation and violence.

Turning the other cheek promotes dominance and abuse.

Of course, modern psychology goes beyond these two extremes with many other methods of conflict resolution, but I’m talking about this from a spiritual perspective.

My technique is a combination of the Old and the New: I bite back to let the aggressor know I’m not some spiritual dishrag, then I ease off, open up and play nice… but keep an eye open for further abuse. That’s not passive aggressive—that’s yang then yin. If the pattern continues (and in the nearly two decades I’ve worked with him, this perfectionist attitude is a pattern), then I will often make simple rules or agreements with myself to act as both subtle corrective measures and personal rewards, ie: “I’ll only work on his projects when I feel like working on them.” If things get better, I relax those restrictions.

In order for this technique to work though, you have to be willing to live as a Soul—you can’t be attached to the outcome, you can’t be thinking this is all very serious and important (as a Soul, you live forever and a simple disagreement is nothing in the context of an infinite lifetime). With this technique, either the relationship will fade into oblivion or they will learn to adjust their behavior when dealing with you.

When you could care less if you live or die (ie: you live as a Soul), then neither dominant nor abusive personalities will have any hold over you. Threats or coercion (whether voiced or implied) lose their power. It is as simple as that.

In this way, living as a Soul (yang/active) acts as an elegant counter balance to the acceptance and surrender of Radiance (yin/passive).

Posted in Best Of, Day in the Life, Radiance, Soul

The Flood

The Skies Clear

The Skies Clear

MT HOOD, OR—I closed the laptop, closed the van, and drove up to Government Camp for a good meal and a well deserved beer. 100 billable hours. Three times what I normally put in in a billing cycle.

But those hours flowed. I was in the zone the whole time. I wrote the complete framework for an entire forum—from scratch—in two weeks. And though I’m tired, it was practically effortless because I surrendered and let Her do it. I let Her write the code.

And it flowed.

When the personal self falls away, it is very easy to get lost. What is important to you when there is no longer a “you”?

Michelle, as I’m sure others who read this blog are, is going through a sort of “value storm.” Much of what used to be important to her is no longer. Everything is in turbulence. There’s nothing to hold onto. No solid ground. Everything is aswirl and it’s scary.

It’s sort of like Noah’s Flood. Things are changing for the better, but right now it’s nothing but rain and wind and lightning and a whole lot of crashing waves.

When I went through it, I had no one to help me, no teacher to guide me. When my personal self fell away, I was lost and I drifted. It’s all right here on this blog.

But things are different for you Michelle. You’re not alone—I’ve got your back.

It gets easier. Though you will never find solid ground to stand on ever again, you are beginning to realize something very few ever do—not just with your mind, but with your heart: You are the Ground itself… and the Sea and the Light and the All.

And yet you are still you.

You can feel this. Though you can’t explain it, you know it.

You know what you have to do. You’ve done it time and time again. You’ve learned it from practice and practical application. You’ve done it before and you can do it again:

When you relax and surrender and allow—when you let Her drive—everything flows and everything works out exactly as it should.

And though you may not know where you’re heading or how you are going to get there, you know it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Listen to your heart.

Listen to Her whispers.

And everything will be alright.

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Posted in Best Of, Duplex Personality, Emptiness, Feel of

Why I Love Little Jugs

Day 8. Zero People.

Day 8. Zero People.

NE MT. HOOD SITE #2—I’ve been putting in a good 6–12 solid hours a day coding for the last few days. Sounds miserable, but I’ve been enjoying it. I’m writing all the code from scratch and—as any programmer will tell you—that’s always much more fun than bending and tweaking and hacking at someone else’s crappy code.

Suck a geek, I know.

But after awhile—sitting in your van, all by your lonesome—you start to feel the need for some company, a need to satisfy something a little more primal, which brings me to the title of this post.

I. Like. Little. Jugs.

And if you live the nomad life, you should like little jugs too. Not big jugs, big jugs are way too ungainly for a true nomad. You want a set of little jugs. The kind that will fit easily in the palm of your hand.

Why you may ask?

Well, as it just so happens, while I was down in Hood River yesterday experiencing the flavors and scents and sights and sounds of civilization, just as I was finishing up lunch and getting ready to head back up the mountain where the temperatures are cooler, I saw this article on LifeHacker about storing your eggs and that got me thinking about, well, you know, and I just had to stop what I was doing and go out and find me a nice little pair of jugs. Shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve got skills and I’m an old hand at these things.

Now how did my mind go from eggs storage to the the image of a nice set of jugs?

Simple. You see I’m talking about tupperware jugs you dirty minded bastard. And eggs. Chicken eggs. Chicken eggs and tupperware jugs. Sheez.

Crack your eggs, drop them in a little tupperware jug, and shake them up. A one liter jug will hold at least 18 eggs. I know this for a fact because I had just bought 18 eggs at the Safeway and as any nomad will tell you, eggs are a bear to store in our little refrigerators. Furthermore, no matter how you try—laying the cartons flat or standing them on end or sticking them in those little plastic egg holders (don’t get me started)—at least one out of every dozen will crack and make a mess of your refrigerator when you live in a home that experiences the equivalent of a major earthquake on a regular basis.

Plus a single little one liter jug takes up less than half the room of two egg cartons. Sweet.

Little jugs. Get two so you can rotate them and keep them clean.

We now return to our regularly scheduled program(ing).

Little Jug. Lots of Eggs.

Little Jug. Lots of Eggs.

Posted in Silliness, VanDwelling

The Value Of Thoughts

The Tree Fallen

The Tree Fallen

NE MT. HOOD SITE #2—When it comes to thoughts, I value mine at a good, solid 9. Does that surprise you after all my rants against thoughts?

Well, it shouldn’t because that’s 9 on a scale of 100.

But from what I can tell—and from my previous days of yore—most people (and only on a scale of 1 to 10) value their thoughts at like 11.

Yesterday, I headed down to Hood River for some supplies and to satisfy a serious pizza craving, then, because my boss/client values his thoughts at around 15 on a scale of 1 to 10, I headed back up Mt. Hood to work on a project that should have taken a few days and now looks like it will take at least a month.

There are probably six primitive campsites along this road I’m currently calling home, and all of them are empty (even though it’s the 4th of July weekend). There’s this one particularly nice spot—a clearing behind it, soft grass below your feet, lush forest on two sides and sun on the other two sides for all my energy needs. It was even level (which is pretty hard to find on a mountain).

“Perfect!” my mind said.

But it just didn’t feel right.

Still, like the fool I am, I listened to my stupid mind and made camp there last night.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I swear, the mind is a terrible thing to have.

Didn’t get a wink of sleep. Don’t know why, it just didn’t feel right. I was tossing and turning and when I would nod off, I’d jerk awake because…?

I’ve been talking a lot about the Emptiness level lately (and Emptiness is all very rational), but don’t be too attached to the mind and its stupid thoughts and theories. The Mystic knows Emptiness practice (inquiry) is only a third of an integral path toward Awakening.

In the morning, tired and miserable, I broke camp (read: jumped in the driver’s seat and started the engine), and returned to my previous spot.

And it feels good. I expect I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.

Posted in Day in the Life, Path of Mystical Oneness, VanDwelling

I’d Really Rather Not

Sitting In My Van Door Doing Nothing

Sitting In My Van Door Doing Nothing

NE MT. HOOD SITE #2—Inside me, the forest flourished. Off to the right, high in the trees, a bird chirped his song. Across to the left, bees hovered and alit on the large bush where I toss the dishwater, probably attracted to the Dr. Bonner’s soap I use. Below, a large ant carries a bread crumb I had dropped yesterday at lunch. Another bird, this one silent, lands on a rock five feet away, tilts his head and examines the ground. Not seeing anything of interest, he flies off.

The phone “bings” and I contract. Everything that was at once both me and not me seems to recede, to grow more distant, to separate into individual parts. I contract from being the world, to being in the world. I contract into a body sitting in the cargo door of a van, a van sitting in a forest on a mountain in Oregon.

Long time reader Phil had just sent me an email and synchronistically it was about a study duplicating what I was just doing—sitting alone doing nothing. The study reported how a quarter of women and two-thirds of men would rather give themselves electric shocks than do exactly what I was just doing. A shock that, having felt it prior, they said they would pay good money to avoid.

“Wayne, I would rather push a button and give myself a really bad electrical shock than do what you do every day.”

Amazing.

No wonder I never got a single response to the Frog Master Meditation even though I basically called seekers who weren’t willing to do it spiritual tourists:

If you are serious about waking up and you don’t do this, then ask yourself why you are resisting (and also consider if maybe it isn’t time to find yourself a different “spiritual hobby”).

Posted in Best Of, Day in the Life, Mystical Oneness, Synchronicity

I AM the Code

The Path To The Light

The Path To The Light

NE MT. HOOD—The last few days I’ve been writing computer code. When you write code, you become the code—or more accurately—the code becomes the All.

Probably because of all this coding, the last few people I advised received a question like this:

When you write a letter, where are you?

I’m not talking physically, I’m talking about the perception of the thing you call “you.”

The you-thing kind of disappears doesn’t it? Same with a good movie or book. The “you” vanishes and all there is, is the experience.

Doesn’t the you-thing only exist when you think about yourself?

Remember the lesson of the Frog Master: You (you-the-ego) are nothing more than a bunch of thoughts.

Posted in Best Of, Emptiness

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