What’s Your Omega Look Like?

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My father didn’t want my brother and I raised a particular religion.  He wanted us to make up our own minds on what we believed.  Although, he did set me straight on Santa around six.  “How do you think a fat man gets down a little chimney?  Have you ever seen a deer fly?  It’s just a show.  We’re broke so you’re not getting that, now go play.”  Or something like that. 

 

I still remember sitting on the couch, feeling small.  The stairway in front of me looked completely different, although I’d seen that stairway for the past couple years.  I guess a veil of cynicism, or some other burden I’m supposed to dispose of dropped in front of my eyes. 

 

I grew up in a Jewish neighborhood.  I went to my fair share of Bat Mitzvahs, Bar Mitzvahs…and is it Bas Mitzvahs?  I forget the third.  I couldn’t tell you much about the Jewish religion when I lived with them, since they spoke in another language at the services.  But later in life in some community college in some town in some world religions class, perhaps, I’d learned their big thing is questioning.  Keep questioning. 

 

And I do kind of roll that way.  Always have.  Maybe I picked it up from my Jewish friends and their incessant questioning or my father.  His response when I asked him something?  “I don’t know.  Go look it up.”  And so I would drag out some dusty encyclopedia and figure it out. 

 

I was doing some dapper work the other day and the question was “Name something you’d like to learn more about.”  I was stumped.  If I wanted to learn about something, wouldn’t I just do that?  But then I stepped back and thought , ok, on a more mastery level, what would you like to know about?  Hands down, sustainability. 

 

Something like 80% of our energy waste is from buildings.  We design because it looks nice, not because it works with the earth.  Check out www.earthships.com Amazing stuff and I so want to get down with it.  Minimize the impact.  We all can do something.  Every little thing helps, it all adds up, like drops filling a bucket.  Be the example.  Set the bar.  Reduce, reuse, recycle, re-it all up.

 

Sustainability is kind of like a religion.  They have a code, ways you should do things, leaders and gurus of their passion.  But I guess it’s different from most religions in that all of its devotees know it will change.  It will evolve.  It is the only way to survive and flourish and to let new insights and perspectives gain light for scrutiny and possible inclusion into the way of sustainability.doooowwwwwwwww.    

 

I’ve always been drawn to Buddhism.  The simplicity, the crispness, the resonance was profound for me.  Being raised without any introduction to classic religions, I’ve always shied away.  I didn’t know the discussions.  I didn’t know the story.  Never felt drawn to read about a religion that killed people. 

 

And to think that now, in 2013, people are still dying over religion.  If we could all just pause, breath, link up; we’d see we are all the same thing…seriously.  On a cellular level, we’re all the same.  All Religions aim for a similar omega. 

 

Can’t we just travel with who we want, believe in what resonates with us and meet you there at the Omega?  If there is an omega, which there’s not, but we’ll just trick them and tell the naysayers that.  Since they’d reply,

“Yeah!  Yeah, see you then!  See you at the Omega, man, and then we’ll see who’s got it right!”  

Or something like that.

 

Be Dapper,

 

B. Wright

I’m going to Stop Self Medicating…tomorrow.

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Hola crew!  You down with my blogging crew?  Yeah, you know me!  Ok, some throw back to start it off.  I’m cheesy, I’m well aware and loving it. 

 

I’m going to keep running with the what worked for me.  I’m so stoked someone found value in my last blog and will probably rock her world.  Stoked, for sure.  I’m honored to be of service and I intend to help as many people as I can.  Stop thrashing through the thorns and pay heed to the ones who have already, almost, made it out.  You never really do.  Make it out.  The foliage just thins out, sometimes to where it’s barely even there.   

 

I’m going to try and start my blog with a review.  They say if you don’t review material after learning about it, you forget pretty soon after.  If you review something, you smoosh it a little deeper into the crevices of your brain, make it so it doesn’t blow away as easily.  So much blows away.  But we already know everything, so fuck it if it does. 

 

I’m in a strange mood, as you may be able to tell.  Way too wound up and really need to stop and take ten breaths.  The real deal deep breaths where you fill and unfill every nook and cranny of your body.  Suck it all in and spit it all back out.  Do it with me…..

 

Damn, what did you have for lunch?   

 

Better.  Calmer.  I think my heart rate may have dropped a few points.  Ok, so what’s worked. 

 

1) Control your thoughts, control your world.  Easiest way to tell what your thinking is to stop and analyze what emotions you’re experiencing.  Good?  Keep at it.  Bad? Reframe it to be good. 

 

2)  Believe in something bigger than yourself not for religion but so you can realize that the world does not revolve around you and that you’re just some dust speck, so stop being a useless dust speck, wake up…and believe in something greater than yourself so you can find your true calling and make your soul sing every day.  Instead of a sickly soul.  They were designed to sing. 

 

3) Address physical and/or emotional pain.  Emotional pain, you have to work thru.   Get a therapist yesterday.  Physical pain, you’d be amazed what you can learn with just a little curiosity.  Google is my best friend.  I’ve been the hot mess sprawled in the tall dusty stacks of whatever town library I may find myself in, piles of books strewn around me.   I’ve been an avid gorger of information all my life and I just credit being really curious about almost everything.  Some shit I don’t want to know about.  Like shit.  Don’t want to think about it.  What worked.   Focusing here…

 

4) Self-medication may be immediately gratifying but portion control for my fellow travelers is an elusive pipe dream.  Plus different strains, if you blaze like me, have different effects.  Like the dooky shit I have now that just makes me want to sleep.  But of course I can’t. 

 

Can’t nap anymore.  Not bitching, just observing.  It’s been months since I’ve napped.  I used to nap daily, no joke.  Daily for like years and years, and pretty much my entire life.  But now, no naps.  Sleep awesome every night, don’t hate.  Eyes usually heavy as hell when I crawl into bed and when I hit that pillow I’m out in milliseconds.  I totally get that I’m lucky as hell I sleep as well as I do.  I think it’s because I have a pretty clear conscious, I try to live in communion with my fellow travelers and say what I’m thinking instead of short stepping around what’s bothering me.  And my meds are working good. 

 

Much easier just to swallow 2 purple pills, ½ a yellow pill, ½ a white pill, throughout the day.  And my vitamins.  Don’t forget your vitamins!  Fish oil and 1 a day multi-vitamin.  Good combo.   It’s legal and I don’t have to go the exact speed limit so I don’t get popped for blazing in the car. 

 

Today’s lesson?  Stop self medicating.  I will when I run out of this last bag of pot.  I really think my new meds, maybe slightly increased, will make me better…for now.  Ahhh, the gift of being bipolar and the cocktail of pills that is our reality. 

 

I am so grateful to all of you out there who are reading this and all of you that are writing about your travels as well.  Because that’s what life is, one big long trip.  I’m stoked to be travelling in good company,

 

Sincerely Yours,

 

B. Wright