transcendent revolution…

In revisiting my journal, there are a few themes that keep repeating… frustration with the world (politics, religion & capitalism), frustration with my life, and powerful desires to heal the world, me included! This quote from my journal captures the essence quite well:

“I want to feel freedom’s wings upon my cheeks, with each breath I take. I feel purity cleansing my being, my soul has been quenched… I yearn to resonate this peacefulness, in stereo for all to appreciate!”

Sitting back in reflection… I am able to laugh at myself and see the simple path of growth I am on. No longer worried about finding meaning in life; I was always trying to reconcile the effort I was making vs. the value I felt I was receiving. I was like liquid nitrogen, rolling around in beaded anticipation… never fully coming back to its original form.

Living life simply is at the heart of everything I now do; this path leaves my youthful doubts and insecurities behind, making way for the beautiful view before me. This clarity of thought could be attributed to being a cancer survivor, but I think it also has to do with the Gita philosophy, “peace immediately follows the giving up of expectations.” Finally accepting that at our core, we are all connected… our Ch’i, cyclotrons, chit Shakti, spirit – the energy of consciousness is all one. We are all in sync… in constant “pairing” mode.

As Kant and Hinduism gave way to the transcendental movement in the 1800’s, so they all have birthed every new age movement since.   Pure reason, or a priori knowledge, of the spirit is being held captive by science (posteriori or personal knowledge)… and my thought is capitalism is at the root of all this struggle, as religion was once thought to be the cause of all wars. Our society needs to get behind our politicians and push for real change; we all need to push for a revolutionary change in how we run our country. There is no time to waste; our environment, health and well-being all depend on us taking a real look at the state of our union and place their faith in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson:

“So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes. It shall answer the endless inquiry of the intellect, — What is truth? And of the affections – What is good? By yielding itself passive to the educated Will. …Build, therefore, your own world. As fast as you conform your life to the pure idea in your mind, that will unfold its great proportions. A correspondent revolution in things will attend the influx of the spirit.”


Walt Whitman & Me…

Spent this past weekend purging our garage and came across a healthy stack of random papers, letters & small notebooks; which later turned into a couple hours of riveting entertainment.  I also fell in love with Walt Whitman’s writings & can finally answer the old cocktail conversation question:

“If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be?”

What I would love to find out is whether he truly lives his quote, “I exist as I am, that is enough.”  It is a lesson most learn too late in life to truly enjoy its’ worth; so, did he get to enjoy it?  Or was this simply an affirmation he would like to share with people?!!  The poet obviously captured my imagination back in my late 20’s… but he is also responsible for me researching the transcendental movement originating & thriving during the first half of the 1800’s.

I completely respond and relate to this movement; transcendentalists were strong believers in the power of the individual.  Their beliefs are not based on the physical experience, but on the inner spiritual or mental essence of the human.  I remember a conversation I had back in high school with my dad, about religion & how I would turn to God in a time of crisis.  He said, “should you find yourself on a tiny ledge off the side of a cliff… you would start praying for God’s help.” It didn’t take more than a second before I calmly replied, “no Dad, I would be too busy trying to find my way off that ledge.”  I wonder if it would’ve helped me back then to have read more of Whitman or Emerson?  Certainly wouldn’t have hurt me any!!

Another quality we transcendentalists have in common (my new best friends) is the burden of looking at the world as something that needs to be fixed.  In particular, the idea that organized religion and political parties ultimately corrupt the purity of the individual.  We have faith that people are at their best when truly self-reliant and independent.  I believe this movement has been revitalized in the yoga movement going on now… maybe Walt could’ve used a good yoga master.

Ok, off track… time to come full-circle back to why I am searching through old papers and notes to find some coherence or reason for this blog… and then I found my inspiration while reading Walt’s poem “O ME!  O Life!” and the “Answer” he provided was exactly what I needed to read that night:

O ME!  O life!… of the questions of these recurring:

Of the endless trains of the faithless – of cities fill’d with the foolish;

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light – of the objects mean –of the struggle ever renew’d;

Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;

Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;

The question, O Me! So sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?


That you are here – that life exists, and identity;

That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Robin Williams delivers that line so well in “Dead Poets Society”… and you will contribute a verse; brings me to tears every time!!  And now it is my turn to share a poem I wrote back in my early 20’s; it definitely shows my transcendental side:

The world offers no solace

Crying out loud

Please scream louder

Feel the abundance of pain

Live the sorrow

I feel the calling

Not of the Lord

But that of struggle

I watch the TV

I see the joy

This isn’t truth

This is a fabricated world

I yearn deeply

For a life of joy

Unity known and felt

Preach no more

We know our path

To venture alone

Wake up new world

Ideal world

Crime banished

Hate repelled

Love abounds

Knowledge leads the way

Cry not for fear

Tiers of life

And, yes… “tiers” is spelled correctly.  Please don’t think I fancy myself a poet, I just wanted to share something I found in a book I self-published back in my 20’s.  The book never went further than family and friends; it is very transparent and full of yearning, but delightfully positive when you least expect it.  I’m quite certain I will share some more in later postings… and CHEERS to my transcendental transformation!