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Self-development is narcissistic

Posted on Jan 25th, 2009 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
There has been a part of me that's wanted to write this for a few weeks now. 

Self-development is narcissistic. It focuses so much on the little self that often people become contracted around the need to BE someone that they will overlook their surrender to their Bigger Self. Their Being is used not as a means to serve the world, but more as a way to serve themselves becoming a "Better Person". Bigger, brighter, new and improved. What they ultimately do with that is varied, but often there is a returning from their workshops to where they live their lives with more self-determination showing up as pushiness; confidence showing up as self-righteousness; or peacefulness showing up as laziness or detachment. It becomes all about what they want, how they want to be, and nobody - I say, NOBODY - will mess with that. And so overlooking how much they are ultimately sacrificing the desires of their own deepest heart.

The 'need to heard' is another fallacy that emerges in self-development again and again. The constant need to be heard, instead of hearing oneself, and bringing awareness to the part of ourselves that wants to be heard. So often in so many places - online forums, group sittings, workshops (the former being the main domain) - I hear people complain they're not being heard. Sometimes, they are right. People will deliberately negate what they say. They will be pushed aside and deliberately negated for someone else's case to be made and elevated to the level of "truth". In this case, we can be sure, they are not being heard. But often there are minor disagreements, or simple misinterpretations of what is being said. Our need to be heard fires up, and rather than listening, we listen through this NEED. And we proclaim our voice to be true and important, and our frustration is not suspended to be listened to, but is vomited into the space without any trace of ownership. And what started as genuine exploration becomes for all those involved an exercise in "How can I stop eggshells from getting stuck in between my toes?". The creative impulse of exploration is suffocated as "being heard" takes centre stage of "hearing".

So what else are we to do? My feeling lately, having been through a lot of self-development, is to find something much larger than myself. Self-development of the past took the form of pleasing the 2nd-person God, and striving to become a better person to do God's work. Today? God is dead (really?) and we strive to become better people because...we want to be better people. I recently met a guy who said he wanted to change the world and be bigger than Richard Branson. Why, I thought? Why do you want to be bigger than Richard Branson? Because you'll be making a bigger difference if you're bigger than him? Or, because you want everyone to give you the feeling of "being heard" you've always longed for? 

This week was a big week. A man of incredible humility and incredible personal power became the President of the United States of America. There is something about Barack Obama that has me believe in the power of humility, the power of self-sacrifice to achieve one's grandest dreams. Not sacrifice in the sense of "doing without", but recognizing that ultimately there is a greater purpose to serve. Whether it be God's work, or simply to serve all of humanity. True sacrifice is recognizing that our work is bigger than ourselves. And yet, we are a vessel for it. Barack Obama stands beyond everyone else's projections and believes more in the power of the WE than the power of HIM. This is the sign of a true leader, and I believe we should listen very intently to this lesson.

And yet I am troubled by self-development. Most of it does not recognize that ultimately, the work does not stop at US. And those who are most involved in it, I feel, are among the most self-righteous people I know (myself included). It is the simple distinction of doing the work to serve humanity, rather than ourselves becoming "better people", that stops its true gifts shining through us. It is the karma yoga that is missing so much in the world - the karma yoga that I once laughed at the possibility of doing because I couldn't see how it would serve ME.

Although I've certainly gained so much from being in the self-development arena. I've become a different person because of it. Healing at this level is incredibly important.  Despite a lot of the criticisms I have for it, I am starting to see it in a transcend-and-include nature. My feeling is that there are a lot of people who get stuck on the smaller self for a very long time without expanding to surrender to a higher purpose than this "better person" impulse. And partly, I think, this has something to do with the lack of the availability (at least in the self-development arena) of such a program. One thing I have noticed is that there are a LOT more "find your life purpose" books/programs going around these days. I believe others are hearing this impulse for something greater than ourselves and are finally beginning to follow this thread. I only hope we can begin to embrace something bigger than ourselves. I'm left with three questions that may serve as a guide.

What do you want to most bring into the world? How can you serve humanity most? And why do you want to serve humanity? 
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Is everything just the same?

Posted on Dec 20th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
I just had a rather unpleasant experience this evening with someone I would describe as an energy vampire. I think just writing that sentence has me believe this to be true. But I feel that it has taught me something really true and valuable.

I have been struggling somewhat for several months to get into a habit pattern here in London. The last few days have taught me to really listen to myself and the way in which my desires for a Fuller Life are manifesting through my body. I am sat writing this message feeling a huge GAP! For something new. As I lay on the couch earlier recuperating from this person who looked good on paper, but was really someone who had everything to say about everything wrong in the world, and less about what is right with it (unless it lies far far in the future in some utopian hell painted with the blood of everything that we know to be true today slaughtered), I noticed how unmoved I was to get up. Everything just felt the same. Why bother?

Days were repetitions of the previous day. Fullness was always full. Emptiness always empty. I was practising being a complete Yes to this person. And yet, I could only just scrape the surface of her conspiracy theories of planes flying around spraying chemicals upon us to keep us numb, and of whole governments committed and dedicated to completely raping us of our humanity. As I return here, I am noticing ways in which she affected me. What did this woman bring me? I am completely unsatisfied with "She was a miserable little cow with nothing to spread but misery" as I know that I sit here completely knocked back by her energy. There is a part of me that feels that every day is just the same. That really there is very little to live for apart from the fact that someday it'll ALL be different. And I notice how shellshocked, negative and depressed I feel when I take this on.

So, to you my Gaia friends...is everything just the same? I noticed myself arriving at this website to look for comfort. To search for solace. To hope for some hope. To convince myself that the world is still a beautiful place. Tomorrow doesn't need to be a brighter day. Yesterday doesn't need to be a hell we have had to escape. That today is the most beautiful moment we have to live. I feel crippled and completely broken down by this encounter with this stranger. And yet she has spoken to a part of me that has lay dormant under the surface guiding so many of my actions. The part which is bored with the way things are and the ways in which I'm not creating my world. All these words this girl was saying: "We can create our own reality. We are powerful beings." And yet I feel the way in which she has affected me the most was the lack of joy I got from her, and the way in which she was dragging herself through life blaming everything outside of her (despite knowing herself to be such a powerful being).

Why am I not creating my world? Why am I not running my life in a way that serves me as full as I want to bring it. That I have ideas I know can work. That I sense potentials that seem impossible but feel so full of Life that they would work. That I'm still yet to step into the social entrepreneur and conscious humanitarian I know myself to be. As much as this hurts, I don't want to lose this feeling as its frustration is intoxicating. It is the colour of the canyon that lies between where I am and where I want to be.
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Flow through madness

Posted on Nov 8th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
Flowers sitting on the surface of the skin,
Rising to the surface, moving from core to Being,
Speaking through feeling, all the pain we are seeing.
Agony can do nothing but sit,
And give us a powerful jolt, an ever-Present hit.

Rising from core to Being,
Sitting on skin, agony seething.
Seeing new birth,
Devastating worth,
Masters arrive, each in turn,
Standing line, a deeper cleansing burn.

Flames ripping through caverns of self,
Christening sankharas sat on every shelf.
The never ending fire cracks skin,
Charring organs that exist within.

Poetry cannot be written with words,
It exists only within, where virtue meets sin,
Twisting and contorting, punishing rewarding,
Without a goal, a swirling black hole.
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Can't be arsed!

Posted on Sep 11th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
I simply cannot be arsed. Here I am. I'm chronicling my lack of whatever smart word can be used to describe this state of being on my ass and being prepared to starve just because I cannot be bothered! So little effort is needed to describe what is beautifully lazy and magnificently disabled from one's power. Oh do me a favour, Mr Deida, go fuck yourself! Ugh! Power, what a crock of shit! All this hokey "let's get better than we are" bullshit. Ugh, not in the mood for that right now! Get me a pizza and a beer and let's watch some fuckin' Monster Trucks, BITCH!!! Yeah!

There is a Domino's over the road. Which would be awesome...if I liked Domino's! Stupid fucking pizza fucking crappy ass place! Give me a Pizza Hut anyday, mofo! Sure, I'm right on in thinking that Pizza Hut is fattier. But, sometimes I just wanna be a fucking waster. Ha, it's funny how the last few days I was trying to go on a completely Wholefoods diet. Heck, it was working. Who knew that cacao nibs were something you could eat. They smell great! Taste weird, but that works. And I've been going to the gym hyped up on this wholefood mixture of "stuff" which, if you leave it overnight in a plastic container, actually turns into the visual twin of Dog Shit! Yum!

I can't be doing with this spiritual garb right now; with this "Nicey Nice" wanting to connect with everyone and feel into them, with them or for them. Heck, I just read RAM's article on "Feeling Into, Feeling For, Feeling With" on facebook, wow. Like that. Feeling "Into" seems to me to be rather needy. I'm tired of being needy. Y'know, I've never mistreated a woman. I've never been an asshole, I've always been really open to listening to them. I've been heated and we've had some awesome times just letting the passion spew from the madness (I miss Shawna), but I've never been an asshole. Sometimes I just wish I could look a woman in the eye and say "No, honey, I'm not taking you out tonight, I'm not in the mood". When I say that, I get really "Ughhhh, I can't be arsed." Ugh, it's lazy. It feels like I just wanna be an asshole, but that's not it. I wanna just be up front. I wanna offer myself. If I don't wanna do anything, I should just say "No, I'm gonna watch me some Monster Trucks" (FYI: I've NEVER watched Monster Trucks, but tonight I wouldn't mind). It's that stereotypical American Dad character. Sitting on his ass, watching the football, drinking a beer. I'm sorry, but that is a great way to be sometimes. Instead I'm listening to oldies and singing my heart out.

What is also funny is this little voice inside which is cracking me up more than bothering me. It's saying "But, you should learn to open to this, and stay the course, and go and eat some wholefoods and go the gym". I just find that HILARIOUS! Rather than giving myself a hard time, I done the best thing, diss all my "spirituality", throw my integral perspectives out the window, and just ordered a pizza. Awesome!

Do me a favour, take a night off! 
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Desire rhymes with Fire

Posted on Aug 20th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
The panic rises in my belly, fully fledged and felt. 
Coarsing through my veins as my nighttime dreams bring me hell. 
Taunting me with their ever lucid reminders of the past. 
A past I cannot let go of, from which I'm trying to fast. 
Checked out and washed out, I'm straining to be alive. 
Hunting for my truest self, from which I try to hide. 
For if I suddenly find it, amidst the angry storm, 
I fear a pain of no comparison will rip through my Being - resentful and forlorn.

But really, there is no spite within the purest wave. 
No misogyny or torment can undo the darkest pain. 
From my gut towards my heart, it ascends with a bite. 
To turn away would no longer serve my life-long-lived plight. 
So I sit and feel and ache as my feet drag on the ground. 
Pulling and scraping up my energy from the mound. 
But what to do with this streak of new power that I feel. 
For simply living life as normal feels rarely true or barely real.

But who am I without this aching need? 
Who will I be if for others I do not bleed? 
This power, is it mine, or is it really power at all? 
What will I do from now if I trip or stumble or fall? 
Sitting in this chair feeling all I feel, 
Is no escape from the time I can barely eat a meal. 
Do I run with it whenever it arises from my core? 
Or do I sit with it until I can take even more? 
There is no right or wrong in a search for one's bliss. 
We cannot rationalise its poison-laced kiss.

I look around and see all I desire and I want. 
The little and the large outside that reinforce my washed-out front. 
And deep inside, desire twists its nail into my heart. 
It's clear that it's not these things that will, this Life, impart. 
Beyond and through my wants and needs, a truth inside is what I seek. 
But will I know what to do with all that will come? 
Or will I once again reroute the river back and to the stale succomb? 
Or is it really telling me what I have already won?

For each time that I feel this power flow within my Being, 
I'm unsure whether I should do what I think that I'm Hearing. 
Why do I get these feelings arise from within? 
Do not others get this energy of sin? 
It may be I see it from where I know I stand. 
But on this earth I cannot know where this energy will land. 
What does it say next? What shall I do? Who shall I Be? 
I shall not know the answers till results arrive and I See.
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Lady Love

Posted on May 20th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
Do I want it? I'm not sure. I don't know if I care.
I don't want to feel your silky skin or brush your glowing hair.
Should you want to be with me, I'll have to give you love.
Let me say, it's not yours to take, you hand don't fit the glove.
Yet a purpose larger than your life is awaiting my attention,
But you distract my focus, and hide me from my apprehension.

My Fear is a demon from which I relate,
To all the darkest parts of myself of which I truly hate.
Yet now my eyes see from the Source, focus on field in grace.
As a dark shadow illuminates the reflected light,
And my focus speeds my pace.

But you Lady Love, to me you've been a crutch,
A way to distract and keep myself from the purpose I need so much,
And yet your hand strokes on my face, a warm touch in cold wind.
I retreat into your breast one more, for fear of being skinned.
You bring me such a warm and caring place to which I can return,
From hard worked days and angry faces which leave me with a burn.

I must admit, some days I wish only to be held,
To be accepted for who I am, to feel our bodies meld.
It stings sometimes to feel their lives at right angles to my own,
To listen to their narrow minds produce another groan.
So what do I do to carry on, to see through this sandstorm?
When my mouth is parched, my belly hollow, and my skin cracked and worn?

Are you just a place to hide, to keep me from the wave?
Or am I just explaining away all that you have gave?
You've let me feel my strength and feel protected from inside.
You've let me truly hear you and caught me when I've lied.
A desperation I sometimes feel, it makes me suck you dry.
Until your feminine heart consumes and burns,
All your energy congeals and turns,
The spring dries up, your tears stuck inside your head.
I have not yet figured out your revival from the dead
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Saving the world

Posted on May 1st, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
Can we save the world?

What does that mean? Take the four quadrant model of Wilber for a moment. Take the world as a manifestation of all four quadrants. Can the upper left significantly shift the lower right? Can we as individuals change the very fabric of human interaction enough to produce lasting and effective change?

Or can we just provide space? Providing space for change allows for the manifestation of the collective (which is far greater, wiser and more powerful than the individual) to take its own path. In essence, we can't change the world. All we can do is provide space for the world to take the form it needs to take. Think back to when you were a kid. Did you dream of connections like Gaia, Facebook, or Myspace? Did you think you could talk to pretty much any person in the whole world instantly with just a few clicks? Nobody could have foresaw the exact manifestation. Surely all of the things that have happened over the last 25 years for example have happened because of the single thoughts in a single person's mind have taken form. Yes, we can predict what space to open up next in the world. But we can't predict the exact form that will emerge from that.

I don't think we can change the world. We all want to because our hearts are jammed open wide enough to let the love pour out. We're broken hearted to see suffering in the world and we want to do something about it. Let your single thoughts take form. Let your visions take shape. And then trust the universe will take over from there. We can't change the world. We can only provide the next opening that people will need to evolve. Each of us has a responsibility to sense that opening and if we can, do something about it. It could be a picture, a word, a smile. We're not in business of saving the world. We're in the business of sensing openings and breathing life into them.

What are you sensing next?
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Unable to love

Posted on Apr 29th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
From a recent experience, it seems, I am unable to love. Not incapable, perhaps. But so many of my habits have become mechanical. Making love becomes "sex", compassionately caring for my partner becomes a mixture of responsibility and old worn out "this is what I just have to do"-ness. And yet, I am not unable to care and love. I have so much love to give. I just don't know how to give it.

My true love, that is my purpose. Such a masculine thing this is, but really, this is the partnership I yearn for most. I yearn for connection to a purpose to live. She is a SHE, who lifts my spirit when I occasionally enter moments of "I'm not good enough". As infrequent as they have become, my purpose is my first love. I have been passionately trying to solve this puzzle for 20 years. From the first calligraphy magazine I started writing when I was about 10 years old, to teach people how to write letters in different ways; to that time I tried to sell wrist-watches on eBay, desperately, so I could leave all the terrible jobs I have ever had.

I suppose the truth is, no woman will ever satisfy this yearning I have to be more and be my own man. My potential: incredible. My passion: Unbearably powerful. My focus on the job: Unwavering...until I get that feeling I get where I feel that I am alone. There are numerous sources of blame for this, none of which would serve me, it seems, to explore in great depth. Whatever incidents have had an effect on me, I am easily distracted by loneliness, I am occasionally overwhelmed by the steps needed to get there. And yet, there exists a true opportunity which came to mind about a year ago now. And it sits, waiting, yearning for manifestation.

And yet I distract myself with relationships with women to fit this part of myself which wants to have a project, build on it, and help it to come to its most fullest fruition. In this way, these women become my surrogate projects. Ask them all, go on, look how much they've grown as a result of knowing me. I have had a profound effect on them and their lives, I know this much. And yet, there always exists at the back of my heart, a feeling of loneliness. And so, this most recent relationship endeavour, I WAS fully met in every way I have ever asked for. She was beautiful and so much fuller in the sense that I needed that others had not fully developed. But, where was the project? I had nothing to get from her, and I had nothing to give. A truly frightening experience, and I would incessantly shut down my ENTIRE body when I came around her. I could not "save her", in any sense she could only "save me". The latter is more terrifying and disempoweringly trapping than I could ever imagine. So we both decided to end it.

I am not full. This is the major focus of my life from now on it seems. I must find and grasp this fullest purpose that I am so yearning for. I am off work because of stress. The truth is so stark I can barely take it. Nothing seems satisfying because it is so in my face. So no, I don't want to love a woman just yet. Because you'll never be my true love. No woman can ever fill that part of me that truly yearns to be connected to my truest purpose. I am yet to be a force of nature that I have always longed to be.

Perhaps this excessively long incubation period will be necessary to guide me to the fullest purpose of what I truly need. Perhaps I needed this agonising wait for my purpose to arise so that I could truly and fully feel every texture. I know I would not have been happy with any of my previous endeavours, but I just could not get a sense of anything deeper. And so now, I yearn for something deeper, greater, and more fulfilling and I need to give it time to emerge. And so it will. But I am unable to love. For now. Not forever. But my heart is elsewhere. 

And no woman, no lady, no Goddess can offer me what I truly need.
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The Flowing Madness of A Poem with no Meaning

Posted on Mar 24th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
It's a shit poem. But seriously...Fuck you if you think it doesn't make sense. It doesn't have to. I welcome your taunts...

A rage meandours through veins and out of eyes,
Succombing to taste, and cutting through lies,
Screaming hate and pushing force,
Forward glance from darkening stare,
Preying victim to kill the hunter.
Opposing forces pull apart the body of man,
Fighting till death for a piece of flesh,
Redress the wound with scar tissue,
And seek the light that darkens the path.

I'm sat with armies battling it out within,
No lines are drawn, all blurred good from sin.
And so they scream for their release,
And I trap them, they are trapped inside.
The blood is dripping from my mouth,
It splashes and lands upon soft ground,
It soaks in. It stains. It is absorbed. It is now the land.

We're all soaked with the rage, the passionate raw,
The blood-quenched pure! The sponge that can hold no more.
So we're distracting ourselves with our integral models,
Our great tasting tongues lick the dry quadrants,
And our jokings and niceties pull us away
From the blood-soaked passion,
We take evolution to be some whole process,
Where we're allowed to be dicks.

I'm increasingly enraged by the bullshit mess,
Of those who are too nice to be enraged,
Who are too angry to be passionately loving,
And there being so little middle ground.
Wrapped up in the cognitive play games,
The passion lost from the in-between space.
The we with too many me's.

I long to stare someone in the eye with a hateful love,
I despair to think I have to do without for another day.
How do we know when to hate with all-embracing love?
No more nice, no more locked up anger.
Looking into the eyes of another, with rage arising.
Hairs standing up, rain dripping down face,
Bloodshot and resentful,
Stares exchange, no smiles around.
Stood still, a battle is fought in presence of the other.
Nothing happens.
Bliss.
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Scream

Posted on Mar 17th, 2008 by Marc : Shadow Dancer Marc
Scream for the digest of the unrelenting storm,
Scream for I'm sat alone, shaking and forlorn,
And I'm wanting to be seen, as the surfer of the waves,
But I'm sat wandering in my mind, my dual path of hell.
So scream for the right to be owned and be alive.
Scream so quietly that you push your fears aside.
Scream for the silence that breaks up the noise,
Don't shout lest your breath be deep bellied and raw,
For all of your agonies, into the whole, they pour.

Sample a taste of the unforgotten sadness,
Too close to the surface lies this displaced and broken madness,
Pushed to the back of a wide open heart,
Hardening and rotting around the rim of the jar,
Till thoughts congeal, covering up the youthful spa.
So we're left with a spirit that nobody can see,
And an unscreamed heart full of disjointed glee,
And a belly made of stone, too hardened to be felt,
Touching hearts made of ice, which all too easily melt.
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