I’m rethinking the whole “flow” bandwagon and construct.
I think it’s been appropriated by the performants.
That weird cult of meritocracy based entre-(pre)neural self-creators. Kind of like what they’ve done for mindfulness as a lubricant for better functioning business minds. Bleh.
Their “enablers” of flow state are: immersion in a task that’s challenging but not too challenging. This is a cargo cult byproduct of something deeper. That is: you wouldn’t need the artificial gravitas of a situational task to fix attention if your attention was not so fractured to begin with.
And to do mundane tasks, with full attention ala zen, has always been the gold standard of flow states. This immersion of the modern day flow junkies is not a being in the moment but a loss of a sense of time and self-awareness that sounds very similar to deep attachment. A zombie working state. Kind of the opposite of true mindfulness. And the “zone”, in high performance parlance, has been conflated with all of this in a sticky threesome.
How much time you figure before you will be playing your endgame?
Some of our relatives and friends are playing their endgames now. Some of us will play it suddenly with an unexpected diagnosis. Some will play it in a heartbeat in an accident.
For most this game is internal, though with some external signs.
For some it’s a strengthening of faith in something they believed, or wanted to believe, since they were a child and taught it was so. In the culture and belief they were raised in, usually.
For others it’s a realization of impermanence in a most personal way, and facing fear that those with faith in established answers deny: the fear of losing their very self. And that we may live on in someone’s memory, or through some legacy, is thin comfort. Because there will be no one to appreciate it. Yet it seems all materialism has to offer.
In others, more curious and more skeptical of accepting written records of long dead mapmakers, or the self-pity in losing an ego and material existence, the endgame is about trying to get a peek into the territory ahead. Trying to develop a few basic skills to navigate an unknown and practice through meditation what experiencing awareness can be without a self. And perhaps through dreams, magic and visions discover where paths enter the wilderness of the endgame and talk firsthand with beings there.
Three endgame strategies of no doubt many more. Yet I suspect it is a limited set of alternatives. What is your end game strategy?
outside, gray skies gray streets gray gradient dopplers of swooshing cars inside same gray excesses the night before leaving ashes where motivation should lie hate to leave on a gray wave or gray way how does one melt these pewter talismans down their leaden enchantments using a glowing splinter taken from the paw of a creature made of fire which owes me a debt as best I can remember
… a gray wave and gray day probably spawned from a haunting poem I learned in elementary school, though I don’t know from where. It went like this:
A green little chemist On a green little day Mixed some green little chemicals In a green little way. The green little grasses Now tenderly wave O’er the green little chemist’s Green little grave.
let go limiting thoughts gaslight thoughts thoughts with measurements thoughts of righteousness thoughts of judgment thoughts too small and too petty Who. Cares? Really. Others give us about as much thought as we give them Not collectively, individually How much have you thought about person x? even if person x is family or close friend daily? how many minutes? a few seconds? weekly? rarely? add it up for those you love dearly, maybe hours No matter for many of us perhaps all of us we mostly think about us to such relief! usually nobody thinks that much about us in particular yet: we think everyone’s attention is obsessed with our every move, facial tic, expression, behavior, reaction well… Dream on …but make better dreams …if you’re in the dreaming business otherwise, let go of this self-importance feel free to jump into the stream of us taking nothing personally the royal us
Hypnotic talk from ze amazing founder of Gaia Sagrada in Ecuador. Christine manifested one of her visions: creating a spiritual retreat with incredibly skilled native shamans in an enchanted space with frick’in elf helpers.
This topic I’ve been working with lately. Cool synchronicity, I’m using this app. And creating checklists that remind me to trigger a pattern of checks and psychotechniques. Definitely topic for future post.
light seas passing breeze cloud float frigates slabs, ocean gray near the arctic circle migrating birds from distant shores compass in head or heart fish swim beneath watery horizons tail-flash into caverns deep dark, turnkey passages slip to realms of otherspace poke heads out to mimic ufos tribal cultures witness in petroglyph diaries earth turns, spins, ringing far flung corners of a portly shape to rhythms days and nights creatures creep crawl on floors, top of skins begin day again climb towards summit over bones, dust, stories of ancestors remains of lineaged history moments fame, glory, pain and gore memories forgetting wind kiss scents of pine, heather brush shyly and fade night sky pricked with light atop a jar, punched holes letting air for our souls to wee little bugs us that live in the glow here