Ask Dr. Druid . Day 6 . Naming Game

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 6 

Naming Game

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   Now that we’ve fortified you by sending off your often querulous and carping Inner Perfectionist for some Fiji & grog R&R, we’ll declare that you will have enough self-humor to take on the Naming Game. I love this Naming Game at which I still always abysmally fail. It’s endlessly intriguing, challenging, humbling, and thrilling.

   Wherever you are sitting, standing, or lying … on a park bench, in your own bed or living room – anywhere at all – close your eyes. With closed eyes, start at your far left and name each thing you see across from you and up and down until you come all the way round to the right and behind you back to where you started.

   Now open your eyes and deliberately check how you did. Self-humor is one of the great gifts of this exercise. However puffed-up you have been about your powers of perception, you’ll have been appallingly bad at this exercise. Hurray! This gives you a benchmark to build upon and a portable practice you can engage with for moments or minutes or hours anytime, anywhere.

   You get much better at the Naming Game as your attentionability strengthens and deepens.

   I like to look at a scene or an object, take a snapshot, shut my eyes or gaze away and Name Game that snapshot. This will be a very handy trick for remembering your rem-dreams when we get to those soon.

   Be of untarnishable cheer. By day 66, you’ll have so many dear circus tricks and gifts of attention that you’ll be quite a confident traveler in the immediately parallel cosmos of Perception which will fascinate you forever.

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   This Game was sprung upon me when I was about 27. I was the first female faculty member at a stuffy English-style boys’ boarding school in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Connecticut. I did drama and English. At the beginning of the year, I went to a nearby girls’ boarding school to talk to their drama teacher about sharing girls and boys back and forth for various plays that year. The drama teacher was twice my age, venerable and sharp. We’d been talking for 15 minutes when she said, “Close your eyes.”Then she asked, “What am I wearing?” Heavens to Murgatroyd! I said something like “Gray tweed suit. Single string of pearls. Brooch on your left lapel. Light blue blouse with white buttons. Black shoes with silver buckles. A watch on your right wrist. A bracelet on your left wrist. A wedding ring.” She said, “Fine. You’ll do.”

     She meant that I had a baseline of unconscious attention that would serve me well as a director of plays.

   It was shocking of course to be put on the spot so unexpectedly. It wasn’t til years later that I realized that this tactic would make a heck of a Game to practice and refine attention.

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Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29;

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Druid day 5 . Inner Perfectionist to Fiji

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 5
Inner Perfectionist to Fiji

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   Outsight will give you insight. Train your brain. The faceting and polishing of consciousness is infinitely interesting.

   A principle of teaching is to chunk stuff down into pleasantly accomplishable pieces so you/I/any learner can have a lot of successes to build upon. Why then am I seemingly fiendishly going to give you a practice tomorrow at which you/I/any learner are guaranteed to spectacularly fail? How can something at which you’ll always fail be such a grail?

   Well, we’ll see about that tomorrow. Today I’m giving you a key tool so you can fail in glee. I’m asking that for these 66 days & nights of our druid apprentice adventure, you send your Inner Perfectionist off to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Fiji to chill out and drink mai tais. Actually the mai tai of Fiji is grog. So please send your Inner Perfectionist off to Fiji to lounge about gazing at soaring palm trees doing a gentle hula against sapphire skies, guzzling grog.

   The deal is that on day 67, your refreshed Inner Perfectionist can return if it can agree to be cheerfull and encouraging at all times. If it doesn’t whisper sweet somethings into your inner ear, “Well done! you clever learner. You know more today than yesterday. You know more this minute than last minute” — fire that Inner Perfectionist and hire a jollier one.

    If, on the rare chance post-Fiji, it continues to carp and snipe and play the Guilt Card, fire that Inner Perfectionist and hire a better one.

   You can always remind it slyly that if it were really Perfect, it could arrange for you to have a delightful time — fun! — while you learn anything.

   A note here on the complete uselessness of guilt. Guilt is implanted in children by parents, churches, society. It’s damn handy for control. The implication is that you’ll commit immitigable evil without this dog collar, spikes inward, to restrain you. This is balderdash. Quit guilt as cold turkey as you would quit smoking. Guilt only slows down learning. The learning Zone is guilt free. You should indeed have one single lightning flash of clarity and insight about how inelegant, stupid, foolish whatever action or inaction was in order to grok it. Being oblivious ain’t the point. But after you’ve seen it, simply do it better next time.

   After the initial flash of insight, guilt is merely a self-indulgent wallow in more self-absorption.

   So, remind your Inner Perfectionist to teleport off to Fiji for hula and grog, leaving lighter and more giddy you to have a delectable day.

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Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29;

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 4 .Ing-ing

 

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 4
Ing-Ing
 
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    Jolly Ing is one of the few elves left in the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />New World. You didn’t know there’d ever been any? Well, perhaps you don’t quite know it all after all? Ha. Ha.

    Jolly’s brother, Chortle Ing, Esq., Chort, for short, is known far and wide for dancing, romancing, and chancing.

    You have that dubious rational look I hate. Yes, I’ve met them myself or I wouldn’t be telling you this tale. They are my zards. Zards are a cross between wizards and bards who teach a lucky few the astonishing joys of Ing. Jolly Ing is 4' 8″ tall, not as portly as Chort, but a stout fellow nonetheless. His face is a glossy beardless chocolate hue, his eyes a dappled forest-glade hazel, his hair as russet as a robin’s breast.

    The Ing are a guild of gerund folk who teach that all that exists, from a stone to a clown juggling four balls and a dinner plate, is a verb, nouns being only a convenience of language, not truth. It’s all alive, living, throbbing. I spell this out to appease your Rational Dubious Self. The Ings explain little and show much.

    To decide whether I was enough fun to be apprenticed, fluid and druid enough of mind, I had to spend days ing-ing. I had to put i-n-g on every word I thought and said. I-ing am-ing eating chocolat-ing for-ing breakfast-ing. Verb think. More rightly put: verbing thinking.

    As much as we might wish for a break, wish to just stand still, we can not. Living is an irrevocable process-ing. The sea ceaselessly sloshes. There is no way out, however persistently we pout. Y’may as well swim.

    You feel panic when you first learn the verbing lesson. The wild energy of life blows through you like a hurricane. Jolly Ing taught me how to get into the eye of my own hurricane, to feel the energy but not get blown over. After awhile the energy gets savory and comforting–just as you cannot stop, you also cannot in fact get stuck. You may, and many do, become brilliant at sequential stubbornness and serial sulks, but you actually have to work at it, it is not the universe’s natural modus operandi.

    Chortle showed me many of noun think’s evils, or stupid sadnesses as he called them. No plurals or collective nouns actually exist. No plurals or collective nouns actually exist. There are no giraffes — only one giraffe + one giraffe + one giraffe. There are no gooks, no men, no women, no ethnic blurs. Ah, betrayed again by my beloved language. In truth, we must consider each one, one at a time.

    Jolly said that language is a splendid and useful tool as long as we do not imagine that it displays the truth. Here he would say to me slyly, poking me annoyingly in the ribs, “How fast you forget, my little turtle dove,” his hazel eyes glinting like a splash of sun off a pool in a forest glade, “Not truth, but true-ing!” He would guffaw. Chort, of course, would chortle. The Ings are certainly bloody exasperating. They did show me though how to feel the heartbeat in each living thing, its pulse, its scent, its flavor. They introduced me to the companionship of the whole world.

    It was at first daunting. Heeded, every thing had a story to tell. The world positively chatted, gossiped, jabbered at me. Undrugged by anything but air, I was drunk with stunning sensation, poetic overload. It also all writhed which was shall we say disconcerting. Jolly taught me to steady the writhing to a pleasing shimmer or radiance and to turn the cacophony tuneful. “Blink,” he’d say. Apparently the poets who go mad, stare — forget to blink.

    Afraid perhaps that the glory will go away, is a trick, a ruse, a lie. The Big Lie. They try Religion, drugs, drink, anything to pry open the Door to Wonder. Jolly likes to say, “I am a lert–being a lert is all that’s necessary. A lerting.”
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Notes:

As you traverse from a narrower, self-absorbed quantum level of energy to consistently more complex levels of energy, you will have to manage the abun-dance of new and often mischievous energy. As you weave a greater outsight with your insight, you'll have to adjust to running on a higher octane of perception. Say hurray and press on, regardless.
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More Notes: I recommend re-reading Ing-ing once a week as we go along. It will always unfold new delights for you. As you open your 3rd, 4th, and 5th eyes, as it were, the layers of this cake of a story will become more apparent to you.
   //I worked with a guy who used enormous quartz crystals and led lights and music. Above the middle of each of his eyebrows you could clearly see the striking development of these 4th & 5th eyes. Of course it sounds bizarre, but we're used to telescopes and microscopes now which would have seemed bizarre and magical to the earlier studiers of realities. People who train and define and refine their exquisite, portable necktop computers oughtn't be trashed until you've tried training, defining, refining. 
    //My drug of choice is air because I prefer my chemicals to work at my whim rather than have myself at the beck & call of the various tyrannies of  the chemicals. Not to say that you couldn't impudently declare that I'm at the whim of 73% dark chocolate, Fage yogurt, Santa Cruz Dark Roast organic peanut butter, Grace Bros Pugliese, and 10 cups of organic darjeeling a day. 
 

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Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29;

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