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3rd March 2011

Different Strokes

‘A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step’, so a rather wise Chinese philosopher said a couple of millennia ago, and that’s often how it feels when I sit down to write. 

Where to start…and where am I going…?

It reminds me of a scene from a black comedy movie ‘Throw Momma from the Train’ starring Danny De Vito and Billy Crystal, in which the latter’s character has writer’s block, and his attempts to find the right word for the opening sentence of his novel veer on lunacy.  “The night was….”  Hot… humid… wet… steamy… and many other permutations were tried and rejected, and it’s not until the end of the film that the right word is eventually revealed.   ‘Sultry’.  The night was sultry.  Ah.  So those other words were close, but not close enough.  They lacked a certain something.

 

And how often do we act out a similar game in life, where such subtle nuances can wreak havoc in our world and in our mind?   The devil, they say, is in the detail….as anyone who’s ever attempted to find exactly the right colour to paint their walls will surely appreciate.  I once made the mistake of entrusting a decorator to procure some cream paint.  Suffice to say it was more peach than cream.  Three trips to B & Q and half a dozen match pots later, the ‘chosen one’ was finally applied….only to have a considerable quantity of white surreptitiously added to it by Yours Truly between coats when Mr. Painter’s back was turned. 


And that room never was really right.  A sad case of environment being a metaphor for other things being off-colour in my life at the time;  yes, on the surface, it looked great, but a lot of it was a whitewash.  People don’t just paper over cracks metaphorically, they often try to do it in reality too, and I’ve a theory that serial DIY-ers may be sending out a subconscious cry for help. 


Perhaps I should tout for new therapy and Life Coaching clients at my local B & Q :

 ‘Lynn Jackson – Life Decorator.  Adding colour your life’….


And as well as being an avoidance scam, that sort of perfectionist nitpicking can also flag up control issues, and obsessing over relatively minor details such as shades of cream or nuances of meteorological jargon are also indications that we have trouble accepting that we’re not always – if ever  – in control.

And so ‘The Secret’ – Rhonda Byrne’s phenomenally successful book and DVD about the Law of Attraction – appeared to be a lifeline for control freaks everywhere, with its message that we are in control…that we create our world with our thoughts, and that all we need to do is ask for something, engage the imagination and the emotions and – sooner or later – it shall be given.  Voila!

All well and good.  But the process also entails letting go, and allowing the universe to take care of the ‘how’….and therin lies the problem. 

In control, and yet not in control. 

And so, as ever when there’s an element of confusion and/or uncertainty, in marches the ego, barking that it’s ‘in charge’ like a blustering, bumptious and bombastic Captain Mainwearing in Dad’s Army, and the result can be the emotional equivalent of an upturned pot of paint on the living room carpet.


And if little things like paint and vocabulary can galvanise Captain Ego into action, what happens when our fundamental beliefs and perceptions are challenged…what sort of cosmic brush strokes will he and we tolerate and accommodate under those circumstances…?


For instance, the question as to whether there is a perfectly orchestrated Divine Plan or whether we have free will and an innate ability to manifest according to our heart’s desire is debatable, though both apparently contrasting viewpoints are accepted spiritual tenets.  But it’s fairly obvious that these two theories are not, on the surface at least, such great bedfellows, and apparent paradoxes like this can cause endless discord and confusion, with the resulting impression that a lot of spiritual and holistic disciplines are at loggerheads.

Take for example, the precision and certainty of Astrology;  how can this possibly co-exist with the Law of Attraction which stems from a belief in an entirely malleable backdrop of quantum energy shifts?  Or how about Osho’s statement that yoga and tantra are “contrary” (“Yoga is suppression with awareness; Tantra is indulgence with awareness”), and how on earth can Rhonda Byrne’s theories on manifestation square with Eckhart Tolle’s assertion that, “the ego wants to want more than it wants to have”….?


Which are questions that may set the cat amongst the pigeons, but this isn’t intended to suggest that one is wrong and the other right.  Remember, ‘hot’ and ‘sultry’, can be the same, but not always….and whilst off-white isn’t white, Barley White, I assure you, is absolutely not the same as Magnolia.

 

The perceived differences between various religions would be laughable were it not for the trouble they cause, and the same could be said of the ‘New Age’ movement, elements of which seem to have got themselves into a bit of a stalemate.  Ashtanga, Hatha, Iyengar and Kundalini may all be forms of Yoga, but in the eyes of some practitioners, their differences far outweigh their similarities, and ne’er the twain shall meet.  And that sort of internal conflict certainly isn’t limited to the world of Yoga.


And although I’ve been immersed in the holistic arena for some twenty years, I’d not fully appreciated the constipated thinking inherent in a lot of  it until I began promoting Juice

This PR side to my work has slowly revealed to me just how stuck some practitioners have become,  amongst whom there seems to be a vested interest in maintaining the ‘therapy myth’, i.e. that we’re all somehow broken and need fixing, and that this ‘fixing’ is inevitably going to entail ‘processing’ and often, suffering. 

And trying to sell such people a concept like Juice – where personal growth and transformation are presented within a spirit of fun, friendship and celebration – is proving to be an uphill task.  Do they just not see, or are they frightened to look…?



Yes, it’s vitally important that the holistic world observes high standards and ethics, and that we ‘do no harm’, but it sadly seems that outmoded egoic mindsets are interfering with our collective growth, and whilst there’s a lot of talk about coming together and forming vibrant communities in which people honour and respect their differences as well as their commonalities, the truth is that we’re just not walking our talk.


What’s so challenging about ‘other’…? - especially when it’s often so similar.  We may not entirely agree with it or fully understand it, but unless we engage with it, we’ll stagnate.  Whatever happened to the premise of walking in another man’s moccasins…?  Do we really want a world that’s the pale beige colour of those old walls of mine? 


Perhaps we do.  Perhaps we feel that a cacophany of vibrant colour as a backdrop to our lives somehow dulls or obliterates our own light, and so perhaps Captain Ego wants neutrality around us so that he can stand out and know he’s there.  Is that it…?  Do we secretly believe that we will disappear in too much colour and diversity?


If so, perhaps this fear can be embraced in darkness of a different sort.

My years of teaching meditation have taught me that most people who meditate love and adore the feeling of losing themselves, and as any artist or similarly-minded creative and passionate person will tell you, losing themselves in their art, craft or world, is when they’re at their happiest.

Disappearing bestows amazing presence. 

Dare to lose yourself in order to find yourself. 

Yes, more paradoxes, but this, it seems to me, is the fundamental building block of the universe. 

Everything is darkly light. 

Something and nothing.


And how about opening our minds to the possibility that we may sometimes have a closed mind…? 

That we don’t have all the answers – ever! –  and that now and again, another way might be good for us. 


And above all, can we open up to the possibility that feeling good might actually be good for us…?  To some, even that seems to be a paradox!


Can we forget safe little tester pots, and ignoring all the ‘stuff’….the contradictions, back-biting, in-fighting and fact-finding…. just dive in and open our arms and mind and heart and embrace whatever makes us feel good…?


Not that everyone will agree, of course….some people will probably tell you it’s very ‘bad for you’.  Cream cakes, champagne, chocolate, sunbathing, shoe shopping, Desperate Housewives and writing blogs till 3 in the morning, all spring to mind. 

Bad, but good.  Though less bad when done in moderation.  So, less is more.  Another paradox. 

But who cares...? 

Just follow your bliss, your joy.  Play.  Laugh.  Love.  Live. 

And paint the town…or at least your walls – and, most importantly, the walls of your mind –  in bright, beautiful, glowing rainbow-like hues of whatever shade, colour, tint or tone that makes you FEEL GOOD.



And if you want any help, I know a good ‘Life Decorator’, with an extensive palette and a stepladder to some very Grand Designs.

No whitewash.



And you might also be interested to know that we have a very colourful Juice event happening on Sunday, 20th March. 

Check it out;  Burlesque or Hooping and Fire-starting, all in great company and welcoming surroundings…. lots of fun, growth and transformation!   

www.juice-kent.co.uk



Juice,Meditation

29th July 2010

Hello world!

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You must get a blog, L.J.”

Why?

“Because it’ll help direct traffic to your website.”

How?

Google loves blogs.

Ah, the mighty Google god.  Hmmmm. 

But isn’t it all a bit self-indulgent?  Aren’t these on-line diaries just our ’15 minutes’ of fame’, and can I get over my own ego sufficiently to be able to share my innermost thoughts with the world…?

And, at the end of the day, will the world actually give a toss….?

Ego again, Lynn;  just get on with it.

But won’t it blow the whole thing apart?  Won’t people suddenly realise I’m not the sane and centred Wise Woman I’m supposed to be and see the ‘real’ flesh and blood little me behind the facade…?

Precisely.  That’s what it’s all about.  People want authenticity.  Just be yourself. 

So, I tell them about what an amazing time people are having at Juice and what an awesome Healer I am….?

Yeees…. but remember, this is where people get to know you, this is real ‘under the skin’ stuff…

 

Shit.

 

I tentatively dip into some friends’ blogs for inspiration.  Grandmother and well-known media guru Lynne is telling us all about her latest relationship break-up and her subsequent forays on various dating websites, whilst Kavida is sharing her recipes for raw chocolate mousse.  And no, she’s not a cook – she’s a sex goddess, and the chat isn’t so much culinary as cunnilingus-ly inspired [though I’m sure the purists of you out there will be pleased to know that the mousse is, at least, made from trendily healthy raw chocolate....]

 

But that brings me to my next point of concern;  precisely how much of myself do I share with the world?  How to make the mundane sound interesting, and the more ‘interesting’ suitable for my daughters’ eyes, should they ever get bored enough to want to read the musings of their – clearly delusional – mother, who seemingly believes that anybody would be remotely interested in her ramblings?

Quite.

 

And it poses an interesting conundrum:   just how do parents of grown offspring conduct their own supposedly private, ‘adult’ lives under the scrutiny and thinly disguised amusement and/or disdain of their kids?  My youngest continually complains that I’m never here whenever she’s home from uni, and it’s a fact that these days, I’m often out more than either of my daughters.   It’s not exactly a sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle, but, quite frankly, I’d have been utterly horrified if my own mother had frequented tantra workshops, trance dancing, goddess gatherings and ‘hippy’ festivals when I was my daughters’ age….in fact, any age – but is it the world that’s changed or our status….?  With me and the majority of my friends having long-since jettisoned our marriages, would things be different if we’d remained in wedlock?  Would we, like our mothers, by now be ensconced in middle-aged domesticity, and an endless diet of TV soaps and trips to the supermarket and garden centre, if we’d remained in wedded bliss….?

 

 

Should we, in short, be old enough to know ‘better’…?   

 

A very pertinent question, since my youngest (who’s now 20 by-the-way, just to give you some sort of context) burst into my room the other afternoon to find me watching the cavortings of sacred sexual healer Baba Dez in the soon-to-be-released movie ‘Sex Magic’.  I should add she’s a student in Brighton, so isn’t entirely unaccustomed to the ways of the world, but nevertheless, she was totally aghast to find her mother sitting watching ‘porn’ at 3 o’clock in the afternoon (whether it would have been okay at a more decadent hour was never entirely clarified), and after a brief but fairly intense hissy fit, declared that she would probably be in therapy for the rest of her life.

 

Welcome to my world, good people.  I am the healer, therapist, counsellor, life coach-type-person whom my long-suffering daughter would consult…. if only she didn’t think they were all as loopy as her mother. 

 

And actually, she doesn’t need therapy at all.  Far from it actually;  both she and her older sister have far exceeded me in the wisdom stakes, and I just love it that despite living a relatively unconventional life, I’ve managed to raise two such totally fabulous and wonderful daughters.

 

But I digress.  I look at the lifestyles of my three happily married friends, and, actually, they’re not so different from mine.  So it would seem that our choices have expanded, and our mindsets loosened.  60, so I once read in the Sunday Times magazine (my ex used to get it – I’d never be seen dead buying a paper….!) is the new 40.  Yippeee!  Perfect.  I’ve arrived at middle age [whatever that is] at a time when it’s okay for us to push boundaries, and turn back clocks – with or without surgery.

 

 Except in the eyes of our 20-something daughters, whose expressions sometimes tell a different story. 

“So, he’s a sacred sexual healer….and that means he’s healing people and not just having sex with them…?”

Exactly.  The guy’s doing some amazing work healing sexual trauma and releasing all kinds of psycho-sexual blocks.

“And you’re going to be working with him next Monday…?”

Yes.  But it’s a fully-clothed tantric ritual in a workshop situation, darling.

“Yeah, right.  Pull the other one, it’s got bells on it.”

No, really.  He’s currently doing a world tour, and he’s travelling with a huge entourage, including his son.

The guy does sexual healing work with his son in tow….?  Oh, good God!  Where’s that shrink…..?”     

 

Come and meet the amazing shaman and sacred sexual healer Baba Dez Nichols [and his son] in Meopham, next Monday, 9th August.

Satsang – ‘Conscious Tantra’   £15/£2o

Ritual – ‘Conscious Manifestation with Tantra’    £40/£55

Combined Satsang & Ritual   £60/95

Call me to book : 07935 466029

 

And, for the record, my long-suffering daughter will be working with me at Juice on 22nd August;  her help on the organisational front was nothing short of life-saving last time.  (Amongst other inevitable last-minute ‘challenges’, my juicer had broken down, and I had several kilos of fruit and vegetables to process in readiness for our new Juice Bar.  Yes, I know…..there’s some savage irony in there somewhere!)

So, please, come and say hi to her! 

Her mother’s co-presenting a workshop entitled ‘Tantra Transcendence’;  not sure she knows that just yet. 

 

And no, darling, it’s spiritual, not sexual.  Cross my heart.

 

Links :

www.Babadez.com

www.kavidarei.com 

www.lynnefranks.co.uk