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Introduction to Spiritual Seduction

Gentle Reader, I am hoping that you are the kind of person who, when confronted with a very curvy, maybe mountainous road, slows down, pays close attention and very aggressively learns the road in hopes that you will get a chance to travel it at high speed, almost risking life and limb and having the drive of a lifetime.  If you are that kind of person or hope to be this book is for you.  If you don't like the curvy road, if you prefer the straight and narrow, the freeway, the toll way or some other similar uninspiring root to somewhere, something or somebody else, this book may be a worthwhile challenge.

There she is, my new editor, about eight-minutes-old.  She is sitting confidently at the computer but with a look I will remember and hope to see on you.  She looks something like she has just had sex and gas too.  I have never seen her right after sex, but I wouldn't be able to write this book if I ruled that out.  I have never seen her with gas either, but there is a universality to both looks that when combined is undeniable.  A few minutes later she comes into my kitchen and says, "Are the run-on sentences intentional?"  I say, in the nicest way I know how, "I did those so that people would extend what they consider to be a complete thought.  As Einstein taught us, if something goes fast enough for long enough it gets younger, I figured that if fast enough for long enough could do that we should maybe find out what long enough for long enough would do which is why you will find at least forty percent less periods in my play than in my work.  Yes, they are intentional, they go on to show you just how long life can be when you don't understand where you are going.  They are, and I invite you to treat them nicely, your key to immortality."  She looked at me.

I, of course, went on, "You may be tempted upon starting this book to thing thoughts like, 'I want this to be the last book I ever read.  This has all the answers, he really knows what he is talking about (which makes on of him).'"  Remember, and this is important, that this is only the beginning of our relationship, the stage in which you either have a crush on me or want me to go away, and it is hard to tell which because sometimes, in these things, your stomach and your mind disagree.

Later on you may well think thoughts like, "I wish he would die."  "This is the dumbest thing I ever read."  "I don't think that I ever will read another book."  "If I had a hammer I'd hammer in the morning."  "Why do I understand this, and why do I like myself and my life better when reading it?"  "If I had a gen and two bullets I don't even remember whether I would shoot him first or myself and then finish him off."  "I really am this smart, isn't life grand?"  This book is intended to take the order of things and interrupt it.

As a beginner at the particular kind of discomfort able pleasure I secrete I invite you to add your own punctuation to the book if you want to.  While there is such a thing as copyright law this does not apply to what you do to one copy of my book.  I do though humbly, that's a joke, request that when we meet, and we will, that you don't show me your changes, of the book that is, but that you let me know just how many punctuation marks of different types, the sum if you will, you were able to inject while still maintaining the susceptibility to the practical upswing and rise in intelligence certainly available in this book.

An exhibitionist is someone who shows parts of himself in public he shouldn't: this varies by culture.  A turbo exhibitionist is one who writes a revealing book.  We need more female exhibitionists; we need more female philosophers too.  Teasing is pretending to be an exhibitionist when you are not one.  At on level this can mean showing only so much, at another level it means not being truly present while showing more.  To make Earth more livable we need fewer habitionists period.  You can have your Cro Magnon period, your Neanderthal period, your Age of Reason, all in one lifetime, but please give me, on the way to the Omnipotent period, an Exhibitionist period.  In the Exhibitionist period Easter is banned and people can just come and go as they please, dying and being reborn without all the fuss. (1)  People could reveal everything about themselves and then come back to Earth to dig for more.  I am ready for that period now.  Read this book and we will be there together.  Just you and me looking into each other's "I's" lovingly.  I do love you.

Have you ever wanted a break?  This book is it.  It is a break from pretending.  It is a break from lying.  It is a break from being some degree of stupid you may call smart.  it is a break from wasting your time on useless distinctions.  it is a break from having to fake it and settle for less.  It is a break from the absence of humor that wandering through the root, canal or tunnel you call life stores in your shoulders for all to see.  This book is a break for me.  it has been easy and impossible to write.  It should be easy and impossible to read.  I forgive you in advance for the opinions about me this book may inspire.  Know please, that when you get mad, happy, sad or just plain livid that the book didn't inspire anything that wasn't in you already and that in this inspiration, readily available, on every page, will come a more creative, loving, and unpredictable you.  it will move you from being the roots of the evolutionary tree to being the fruit.  Read on and you will get wiser, happier, deeper, more human and more like God.  What haven't you got to lose?

If you don't lose a kingdom and gain a kingdom in the length of times it takes an ordinary someone to explain one of their problems then you need this book. (2)

For those bibliophiles among you who buy books but don't read them (3) I suggest that you consider the words of a close friend of mine who has earned my friendship all eight billion times he has tested it:  "By any definition, if those thousands of books I have read were books this is not, this is something else entirely."

Footnotes:
(1)  When I was younger I used to think that I wanted to be able to be invisible, now that I am much older I would like to be able to have rest time not count toward how long I live.  Rest time being defined as time without any pressure on.  While pressure turns coal to diamonds it tends to turn people to righteous mush, no thank you.
(2)  Willingness to be edited is a characteristic of someone not mature enough as a writer to be published in a culture that prizes literature, where is that culture?  Being published as such produces a well-known person too immature for fame, this a role model doing time, and running out of time but due, always, for an untimely fall from the spotlight and grace.  I am falling already but I am not falling out I am filling in.  I invite you to fall too.  Fall into this book.  This is a book that you can tell both friend and enemy about because it will have positive repercussions, regarding you, for both.
(3)  If my plan worked, by the time you are holding this book in your hands you have paid enough American dollars for it to inspire you to get the most out of it you can.

 

 

Seduction Chapter 1

Swimming Down Hill

 

There are many different forms of human to hopefully human interaction.  The worst of these is the shallow banter that results from superficial interaction, smoothing the surface while ignoring nearly everything else.  The best of which is the dance between deep teacher and student where the student is completely open, surrendering and the teacher is so wise as to be open, available, learning and connected to the universe.  All the spaces in between these extremes are filled with degrees of seduction.

Seduction is the conversion of “no” all the way to “yes” under the scrutiny of attention.  Attention is the focus of consciousness.  Thus consciousness is present at the birth of yes from no..  We have had thousands of people do courses over the years.  On the entrance form to most of these courses we ask people, among other interesting things, what the best experience of their life was, defined as the moment that moved them most deeply.  Well over ninety percent of the people report that being in attendance at the birth process was their most moving moment.  Both men and women answer the question with the same experience.  The birth process is our most graphic metaphor for seduction.  It is both the movement from no to yes and the journey from inside to outside.  It is the transition from dependent to independent.  The birth process is the ultimate seduction, though it is seldom perceived that way or often, it seems, experienced that way.

Drowning, almost

For the birth process to go easily consciousness needs to observe without interfering.  It needs to give up a model based in control and relax into the naturalness of the event.  This same strategy works in every aspect of life, not as a pat answer but as a discovery.

I have recently taken up swimming, at the tender age of fifty.  Crawling in uteri.  Swimming has always been something I did, way in over my head, with a controlled panic, longing and waiting for land—add in expecting to die each moment and you about got the picture.  I was born without gill or guile, now against the current I am swimming a mile.  I have never been to Venice nor wanted to go:  my life was about as un-Venice like as it could be, until I began to swim.  I started by flinging my arms and legs around, looking at the other side of the pool longingly and wondering why so many of the life guards seemed to be the girl, medium height, blond, pretty, uncaring and aloof, that I had never given a chance to reject me in high school but who had remained analogous to what I wanted in a woman.  “If I could just have me one of those then my life would be complete.”  Well, the one thing I didn’t want to do in front of one of those was look as silly as I did each time I went swimming.  It was little consolation that these little goddesses probably weren’t watching me anyway.  If they were watching it was likely more out of wondering if if I needed CPR than wanting desperately to kiss me.

Anti Las Vegas, I kept going to the pool.  I would swim a quarter of a mile in about an hour with any odd mixture of side stroke, breast stroke and back stroke.  I would watch the barrel chested swimmers doing the crawl and passing me mercilessly.  I looked for their gills,  I had fun, I was getting my exercise, watching the chicks, and getting my exercise too.  I was so busy telling myself that I was having fun that I really couldn’t work on my lack of strokes.

The old dog drowned.  I learned new tricks.  Moving a body through water is a very interesting thing.  There is such subtle and persistent resistance that it seems to inspire an even greater resistance.  A babe with flailing arms, I began to crawl.  One lap at a time, out of breath, giddy and nearly senseless I worked my way up in about three months to one half, then three quarters, then a mile.  My breath came, as though I was meant to be doing this.  A Bonus:  I moved differently while on land, more agile, happier, thinking more clearly, and my body re-shaped.  In short, I became a swimmer.  I began to apply my skills as a thinker to swimming exploring what made sense and what didn’t.  It didn’t hurt that my best friend in the world swims nearly forever effortlessly and has taught herself to do so from scratch, it may have helped that I have tried maybe eight times in my life to climb this same water wall, to crawl effectively and efficiently knowing that I would but couldn’t, it didn’t help at all that anytime my father tried to swim he went backwards.  He gave up. (1)

I got swimming by degrees and in the process learned much about life.  There were big breakthroughs and small breakthroughs.  There were set backs that looked like they were going to deter me and little ones that just filled my head for a lap or two.  Swimming contains about as few variables as possible.  While one is learning something new and foreign variables are neither welcome or useful.  I am tempted to jump to the biggest, recent breakthrough first thus think I will, since temptation seems currently to be sufficient motivation for almost anything. (2)

 Three days ago I learned how to swim, how to do the crawl effortlessly for a mile or more.  Gestation of this very welcome baby was seven and a half months into my swimming career.  I have not yet dated a lifeguard but have been in many pools and done many miles.  I may rather swim than have sex but can’t really figure out why I can’t have both, so do.  Three days ago I discovered that in doing the crawl the legs do almost all the work while the arms only push for a very tiny bit in the mid section, as they pass by the front of the body.  For the first time, three days ago, I relaxed, I let the water tell me what to do and it told me perfectly.  I expended no effort and went from twenty-one strokes for 25 meters to sixteen strokes for the same distance.  I flowed, I gave up the fight, I left the slave ship for the nearly dolphin express.  I gave in and wondered if it even counted as swimming since it was so easy.  Almost immediately I wondered if all of life could be this way.  I imagined how many times I had resisted things and what life would be like if it weren’t just degrees of resistance.  If the crawl, which I had always seen as impossible but desirable was infinitely easy and effortless why couldn’t other aspects of life be.  If the impossible is easy then maybe everything else could be too.  Daaaaaaaaaa.

Though this seems obvious, if you have seen one miracle you have not seen them all, applying this to all aspects of life is something to be—something to hold., something to behold, then let go of.  Maybe, just maybe things are supposed to be easy, simple, trouble free, uncomplicated and smooth.  Maybe just maybe we are to glide effortlessly through life learning exactly what we need each step to make the most of the next step.  Maybe being seduced by life is as easy as letting go and as hard as letting go.  Maybe we are life not some alien being trying to fit ourselves into it.  Maybe seduction is the key to life.  Maybe we need to always either be seducing or seduced.  Maybe there is no difference between the two.  Maybe each two is one and we don’t really have to make it so:  complicated.

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