tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30637762012-01-20T04:37:48.252-08:00Trying to understand your perspective on life is a bit like trying to see your blind spot, challenging but immensely rewarding.[anonymous]http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472443799429271105noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063776.post-65113589174197102182011-10-07T03:26:00.000-07:002011-10-07T03:30:34.216-07:00

This month, I picked up a book that has blown my mind. It talks about the assemblage point in clear, concise language that makes the idea accessible to the reader. However, it doesn't call it by name. Instead, it talks about the concept of how people are socialized to a master story of the culture. It explains how this story is so pervasive that we are unaware of it, and yet it drives our

[anonymous]http://www.blogger.com/profile/15472443799429271105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063776.post-44172411814353242222008-09-02T00:23:00.000-07:002008-09-02T04:04:22.022-07:00

In the last few years, I've struggled with the unfulfilled hunger for sharing my inner journey with people who understand me. Perhaps I've felt the same way my entire life. I remember being in college and feeling that I had to keep so much of my inner journey to myself, even with the people who seemed to believe as I believed. I was more intense, I felt more, and I understood my life events held

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Last fall, my brother came to visit and brought his GPS. We installed it in my truck and I used it the whole weekend. I was fascinated by the geographical information and its access. In fact, I could hardly keep my eyes off the screen as I drove.We used it one night while coming back from the northwest valley. Dave wanted to get off the highway to stop and eat, and when we had finished, the GPS

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Over the years, I've had the opportunity to learn to use many different tools for self awareness. Some of them I have learned from teachers, some I have observed from a distance, and others I have stumbled across in the journey. With each tool, I've set out to master its use, and have done so with differing degrees of success.When I use the word tool, I am referring to a wide range of items and

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Recent events have encouraged me to return to this blog, review my work here, and look at my current life events from a different perspective. When I started this blog, the construct of the assemblage point was the most useful tool in my awareness. In the weeks and months since then, I have drifted into using other tools and as a result, my thoughts about the assemblage point have temporarily

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As much as I want to define my own reality, I have an equal desire to enjoy shared reality with people around me. And I don't mean the forced sharing that takes place with family and co-workers, the sharing that we assume will happen in a day. I mean the real intimacy of sharing myself and being accepted and understood by another, and accepting and understanding another.In recent years, we have

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Over the last several years, I've been integrating the work of one particular teacher into my daily living. I've found this teacher offers me a broad perspective for my life and presents a world view that has stood every test I've given it. In the beginning, the integration process was dramatic, as I made conscious choices that clashed with my habits and patterns. The last year or so, the

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Two recent events have helped me to see how easy it is to mistake familiarity with real knowledge.I'm not a huge Beatles fan, but I have always liked their songs and I've followed Paul McCartney through the years. He has a kindness in his face that makes him likable to me. I was quite surprised recently when I dreamed that I was on a date with him in NYC. The date was a lot of fun, we were

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Language is one of the keys to creating shared reality.In my college years, I experimented with different views of reality and joined a church. I soon discovered that there was a huge vocabulary for the religious experience. It included common words with very specific religious meaning as well as new words that I had not encountered in my pre-religion life. It took quite a while to master the

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For years, I railed against the media. I went on "music fasts" where I didn't listen to the radio or any broadcast music. I stopped watching the news, and then I stopped watching TV. I stopped reading the papers. I even stopped seeing movies.For a while, I felt the entire concept of reporting the news was jilted. People can't hear the news without having an emotional reaction. And what

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The world is not what it seems.  Or rather, the world is exactly what it seems, no matter what assumptions or frame of reference you apply to your view of it.How can it be that every single person on this planet lives in his or her own world, one that perfectly meets his or her expectations?  And how can such a miracle happen for everyone all of the time?In my life, I have been exploring the

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