Category Archives: Mysticism

Bite Off More Than You Can Chew

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This time Finn may have bitten off more than he can chew.

There’s a lot to be said for biting off more than you can chew.

I’ve done that lately, and although it has caused me to be just a little too busy to blog the way I used to, I’ve gotten so much done: thousands of words written, quarts of sweat shed working out, and so on.  I’m looking at what I’ve achieved and thinking, “How the hell did I get all that done?”

I was setting goals the other day, putting deadlines in my planner and so on, and for a brief moment I thought, ‘some of these dates are a little aggressive.’ And then I thought, ‘aggressive is good.’  If I set a goal that’s twice what any reasonable person would believe achievable, and I fall short by 10%, then I’ve still achieved 190%.  But if I hit the goal I’ve achieved the impossible.

Why don’t you give it a try?  Here are a few choice quotes to inspire you to bite off more than you can chew:

“The best sauce in the world is hunger.” ~Cervantes

“Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve.”  ~Napoloeon Hill

“What is the beautiful if not the impossible.”  ~Gustave Flaubert

“Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits.”  ~Thomas Edison

“If it was easy, anybody could do it.”  ~Old Proverb

“To infinity and beyond!”  ~Buzz Lightyear

 

 

 

Immortality vs. Extinction

Jason Silva tweeted a link to his video “Mortality” and I watched it.  Jason is a brilliant man, and often enjoy his videos.  This one though, I had a little trouble with:

I understand how he feels.  I get it, I really do, and share similar feelings.  The problem is that his lens is so far removed from his subject — the automobile lights create red and white lines that thread through streets, a man looks out on a seemingly majestic cityscape — that we cannot really see the humans he is discussing.  The pretty tail lights and tall buildings that look so awe inspiring on film are actually alarm bells.  Like idiot lights on a car dashboard, they are the warning signs of a world in crisis.

Our attempts to just to stay alive for our optimal one hundred years have been a disaster for all of the other species on spaceship Earth.  How destructive will our attempts at immortality be?  Are we going to have time to achieve immortality before our world is too hot to live on?  What good is immortality if there is no place to live an eternal life?

Jason can’t accept mortality.  But I say we can’t transcend mortality until we accept and understand it.  Mortality is one of the fundamental forces of Nature, and our attempts to overcome Nature have been, and will continue to be, the cause of millions of acres of destroyed habitat and hundreds of extinctions every year.

Should our quest for immortality be at the expense of other species’ attempts to do the same?  Shouldn’t whales, elephants, tigers, and gorillas have a shot at evolving toward immortality too?  Aren’t we saying in essence, “We humans aspire to immortality.  But you guys are going extinct.  Tough break, but that’s how it goes.”  Is that the kind of species we want to be?

Sure, I want to be immortal.  But not until I can be sure that I won’t be immortalizing hubris, greed, and selfishness.  And I want to be immortal on a healthy, beautiful planet, not an uninhabitable wasteland.

 

 

Martial Arts Mash-up

Update 7/18/19:  My club still uses the flag but we’re now called Cabal Fang Temple, and we’re a 501(c)(3) non-profit educational charity.  Visit our website or purchase our 12-week personal growth program at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, or wherever fine e-books are sold.

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CF_avatarThe whole is more than the sum of its parts.  Green Goddess Dressing is more than mayo and chives.  And it’s more than anchovies.  It’s unique.

The martial art known as Cabal Fang is like Green Goddess Dressing.  It might not be the most popular salad dressing, but it’s one of the most unique.

cf_FLOWCHARTAfter over 20 years in various martial arts — none of which really made me happy, satisfied, and whole — I started Cabal Fang.  I began with what I liked best from Western martial arts and Eastern martial arts.  Then I added the universal spirituality of the Western mystery tradition (initiation and lodge studies) and gave it a good stir.   Voila — there’s your Green Goddess.

Some people, like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, have a thing about anchovies, and won’t even try Green Goddess.  To the folks who have a similar reaction to an ingredient in the Cabal Fang recipe, I say the same thing I say to people who won’t try Green Goddess Dressing:

“It has anchovies in it, but it doesn’t taste like anchovies.  How do you know you don’t like it if you haven’t tried it?”

If you want to experience Cabal Fang you have two options:

If you want to experience something different, grab yourself by the short hairs,  and get yourself in shape, there’s literally nothing else like it.

What’s your CQ? Tell the World Here!

Sorry, trick question.  There’s no such thing as a true “Creativity Quotient” that can be measured in the same way as IQ. But you can ask yourself what you’ve done in the last year or so that is truly creative.

What have you contributed to the flow of human creativity in the last 12 months?

Go ahead and brag.   In the comments below, shamelessly show off, promote what you’ve done, and generally prance across the stage.  We’re waiting!

What the heck, I’ll go first.  In the last twelve months I have:

  • Finished the 83,000 word rough draft of The 14th Mansion, the third and final novel in the Montenegro Cycle — coming soon! — and earned a 4-out-of-five-star review for Ghilan on B&N
  • Started the PTDICE (c) website and marketed two new products
  • Completed a spiritual and artistic How-To Book involving 21 meditations and 21 acrylic paintings (currently being shopped to publishers)
  • Written 11 short stories totaling almost 40,000 words
  • Seen my eBooks get downloaded 2,504 times and reduced by body fat by 4%.  Okay, neither of those is exactly creative, but since we’re bragging, I couldn’t help myself…

It’s easy for creative, driven people to get frustrated when their creativity doesn’t get much recognition and/or earn much cold hard cash.  So go ahead, self-promote, get a little recognition.  I’ll applaud you.  I’ll be that one guy in the back of the room who claps.


 

 

 

 

Flying Kites

Looking over my son's shoulder at a kite in flight

Looking over my son’s shoulder at a kite in flight

My memory is a little fuzzy, but I must have been eight or nine years old at the time.  My Dad was a fan of kites, and he got me excited about my first flight.  We talked about it, planned for it, and I got excited.  But when he brought home a box kite, I remember throwing a fit and saying I wanted a “real” kite, the diamond-shaped kind.  I ruined that experience for him by being a little brat.  And as ridiculous as it may sound, though I’m a grown up now with kids and grand-kids, I still feel guilty about being a little turd that day over 40 years ago.

That old kite got rolled up and put away, and there it stayed until my childhood home had to be emptied for rental.  That was three years ago.  Pop had passed, Mom was moving to the old folk’s home, and everything had to go.   Clearing out the junk from in the back of a closet, I found it standing there and I couldn’t throw it away.  Along with it I found several other kites that my father had purchased with the hope of flying them with his kids, grand-kids, and great-grand-kids.  I put them all aside and waited for for the right time.

wpid-IMG_20140326_150737.jpgYesterday I got them all out.  Although the old box kite turned out to be too old and damaged to be flown, the other kites were in fine shape.  They say I’m a wordsmith, but there just aren’t any words to express how much fun it was to spend an hour or so flying kites with my son and grandsons, to stand in the sun and pass down the simple joy of watching a kite soar into the sky at the end of a piece of string.

wpid-IMG_20140326_154048.jpgIn an hour or so they are leaving for Japan for an extended stay of several years.  These are the kinds of memories that keep you going when times are tough, that keep people connected across the miles, the kind of experiences that, no matter how hard the winds of the day-to-day may blow, keep you tethered to what’s really important in life.

 

Making Tools

In the world of Paleolithic humans, art, technology, and culture must have intersected in wholly different ways than they do today. Is an iPhone a functional work of art on par with these magnificent and beautiful stone tools? How many of us, if pressed, could make a phone? What does it say about a culture when the technology that shapes it is outside the technical understanding of the average person? These are the questions…

George Crawford's avatarPreindustrial Craftsmanship

Back to the beginnings.  Larry Kinsella is a great flint knapper and an all-around talented guy who, amongst other things, recreates stone-age technologies from his home near Cahokia Mounds State Historic Site (one of the great cities of the prehistoric world) in Illinois.

archymo-2 A 6.35 kilogram (14 US pound) nodule of Burlington chert.

Back in 2008, Larry, prompted by Tim Baumann, created a great lithic experiment for a Missouri Archaeology Month poster.

On May 28th,2008, Larry received an e-mail from Dr. Tim Baumann:
Larry, “I still need your help with the Missouri Archaeology Month Poster.
The theme for 2008 is prehistoric lithic resources in Missouri. The back of the poster will have unmodified samples of chert and other lithic resources used by Native Americans in Missouri. I am working with Jack Ray and utilizing his new book on Ozarks lithic resources. Jack is also organizing the fall symposium on…

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Specialization

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Yes, I made one of those tacky pictures with the words on top. So sue me.

I love this quote, and I’ve always fantasized that I could someday be that Renaissance Man in the mold of Jefferson, Melville, or London.

On the other hand, I understand that specialization is necessary.  Another one of my favorite quotes is the old maxim, “To find water, dig one well.”

Sometimes wisdom doesn’t make any sense.  Like a Zen koan, the truth is between the tension of opposites.

WWI Combatives and Wrestling — Starring my Grandpa

Update 1/5/20:  My club still uses the flag but we’re now called Cabal Fang Temple, and we’re a 501(c)(3) non-profit educational charity.  Visit our website or purchase our 12-week personal growth program at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, or wherever fine e-books are sold.


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Forrest J. Mitchell Jr. in his WWI uniform
B. 01-Sept-1895 – D. 25-Mar-1953

Yesterday, while helping my mother go through some old pictures, I found some amazing shots of my grandfather’s training during World War I.  The thing I noticed right away was that they solved the outdoor wrestling problem — too much dirt and not enough mats — the same we do at my martial arts club.  But I digress.  More on that later.

My grandfather was Forrest J. Mitchell Jr.    He served in the Army during World War I, joining the day after the war started on April 7, 1917. He was with Battery A, 111th Field Artillery, 29th Division and stationed at Camp McClellan, Anniston Alabama, and Lookout Mountain, Tennessee.

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See Grandpa there on the far left? Somebody circled his face and drew an arrow.

I have no idea at which of the two training grounds these photos were taken.  He was shipped overseas from Camp Upton, Long Island, New York, serving his time in France.

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Working the Body Scissors and trying to do something with that arm…

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Getting ready to pounce.

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Classic scramble for position. Looks like the man in the dark pants might be about to go for a leg attack of some sort.

As you can see by the three wrestling shots on the right, they just spread out a tarp on the ground and got to work, which is the same way we do at my club — the Order of Seven Hills.  It worked ninety-seven years ago and still works today.  Mats?  Who needs mats?

Looking at these photos gives me a feeling of connection to a man I never new.  Although he died eight years before I was born, here is another thing we could talk about if we could sit down together.  That and the art of wordsmithing of course, since he was the owner and editor of a newspaper in Clarksville, VA and I’m a writer.  It’s fun to see we have some things in common and have had some shared experiences, even if they’re small.  I like to think he’d be proud of me if he got to know me.

Just to give you an idea of just what combat training was like in 1917, take a gander at the montages below.  World War I was so steampunk.  On the one hand you have men wrestling, riding around on horseback and in wagons, and wearing their Smokey the Bear hats.  On the other hand, you know that they had poison gas, machine guns, primitive submarines, those freaky rhomboid-looking tanks, and bi-planes (there’s one in the second montage).  You just can’t make this stuff up.

Anyways, rest in peace Grandpa.  It’s nice getting to know you, even if it’s just a

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Check out the human pyramid on the upper right!

little bit and from far away.

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Horses? Bi-planes? Wagons? Less than a hundred years ago and now we’re using drones.

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Is the picture on the center-right over-exposed, or are they standing in snow? Looks like they’re wearing fur-topped boots…

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Letter to Grandpa from General Pershing

 

Identifying and Fighting Stress

STRESS!I’m currently once again in a pitched battle with the demon STRESS.  Over the years I have become very familiar with my old nemesis.  Stress is the Moriarty to my Holmes, the Lex Luthor to my Superman, the Loki to my Thor.  I chase him away or push him underground, perhaps force him to be my ally for a time*, but I never destroy him.  To a certain extent he is a part of me, caused by me and given power by me, and to destroy him would be to destroy myself.  But I have learned a few warning signs that he is plotting a Dormammu-like return and perfected a few tricks to get his evil genie back into the bottle.

Signs and Symptoms of Stress

I’m so used to stress that I don’t even notice it until I get physical symptoms like:

  • Canker sores (fever blisters or aphthous ulcers)
  • General malaise and lack of energy during workouts
  • Teeth grinding
  • Dry and gritty eyes
  • Loss of mental focus
  • Lack of creativity
  • Inability to sleep and/or non-restful sleep
  • Irritability
  • Blood pressure spikes (dizziness on standing or stooping)

Methods of Fighting Stress (in no particular order)

  • Contemplation, Meditation, and/or Prayer.  Get yourself a good book on the subject and start your daily practice (just so happens I wrote a sturdy little booklet on the subject that’s available for your B&N Nook, for your iPad, or in universal formats here).
  • Vitamin D.  You may be deficient, especially in the winter when you aren’t getting outside as much.  You can overdose on Vitamin D, so follow package directions and do not supplement long term.  Recent studies show that taking tons of vitamins may actually be more harmful than beneficial.
  • Eat healthy.  Cut out the salt and processed foods, eat more green leafy veggies, and try eating liver once/week (not fried).  Liver contains CoQ10 which lowers blood pressure and fights stress.
  • Watch the caffeine.  Studies show that up to 5 cups of coffee a day may be good for you.  What studies don’t show is that 5 cups of coffee a day can allow you to push harder and stay awake longer than you should.  Go get some sleep and you might feel better.
  • Take your workouts down a notch.  If you workout a lot like I do (four or more times per week) you may be over training.  Everybody’s different of course, but when I get signs of stress I change one or two of my weekly workouts to a simple walk or hike.  This keeps my metabolism up but also gives my body a chance to rebuild and recover.  It also encourages me to…
  • Go outside.  Build a fire in your fire bowl or chiminea and warm your toes while sipping some chamomile tea.  Fly a kite with your kids.  Take your dog to the park.  As ‘kumbaya’ as it may sound, it is now an accepted fact that exposure to the natural world is nothing short of a cure-all.  Seriously, this is a big stress-fighter.  Undervalue the outdoors to your detriment.
  • Eliminate it at the source.  As a martial artist I subscribe to the theory that it is impossible to fight more than one opponent at a time.  If I’m attacked by three goons, I use position to make myself a less available target and then drop the smallest man first so that I’m fighting two instead of three.  You are not Bruce Lee and this is not a movie.  Stop dancing around and letting your stresses punish you.   Identify your stresses and, starting with the lowest hanging fruit, begin getting rid of them altogether.  *This is about the only time when stress is your friend: when fighting it forces you to actually fix what’s bothering you.
  • Use your head.  Most stresses are mental — expectations and opinions of others, goals you want to hit but haven’t, self-criticism, etc.  Can you actually, physically, materially touch what’s bothering you with your right index finger?  If you can’t, then it’s largely imaginary, probably isn’t as bad as you think you it is, and needs to be put into better perspective.  If you can touch it — let’s say it’s a dripping faucet, a nasty friend, a cheating lover, a bottle of vodka, etc. —  take action to fix it, replace it, or get it out of your life.
  • Acknowledge the Head and Foot Paradox.  Let’s say that when you’re stressed you bite your nails or call your toxic ex-boyfriend.  If you can’t identify what’s stressing you out, start by stopping the nail biting.  Put some red pepper sauce on your cuticles, take up knitting, chew gum, or what-have-you (or delete his contact info from your cell).  Sometimes your head leads your feet, sometimes your feet lead your head.  If you can’t change the direction your head is taking you, point your feet in another direction.  Maybe your head will follow.

That’s all I got.  Hope it helps.  But whatever you do, do something before stress takes it’s toll.

Stress is no joke.  If you are struggling with stress and nothing’s working, see your doctor.  I’m not a doctor.

Hello Power and Such

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People saying “Hello.” Please pardon my gender stereotypes.

Wednesday I wrote about the value of talking to people you run into at the market, convenience store, restaurant, and so forth.  Then — what a coincidence — I saw a report on CNN about the Power of Hello and the negative impacts of loneliness.

Apparently Oprah is championing an initiative designed to encourage people to #justsayhello.  Initiatives turn me off.  “Initiative” is just a fancy word for “fad,” and fads come and go like the Snuggie and the Zone Diet.  What I’d like to see is a steady reversal in the trend toward isolation.  Or maybe a permanent revelation on the part of humankind that putting down cell phones and talking to folks in your actual vicinity is a wonderful thing.

I know, it’s a lot to ask, but look at the evidence.  We already know the dangers of talking and texting while driving.  Now we know that there are measurable negative health affects associated with loneliness and isolation.  And that being isolated and self-absorbed (or phone-absorbed) you could even get shot:

“The San Francisco Police Department says that security footage reveals the alleged killer of a young man on a San Francisco light-rail train had his weapon out in plain sight, the San Francisco Chronicle reported. But what investigators found more alarming is that none of the other passengers noticed because they were staring at their phones.”

Here’s hoping at least a few of us change our ways for good.