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I Admit it…I Love a Teeny Bopper Drama

I Admit it…I Love a Teeny Bopper Drama

Yup, I admit it, Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Charmed … I have a slightly unnatural love for the teeny bopper drama. The thing is these shows — rife with the undead, the supernatural, the witches, zombies, werewolves and end times — do double duty: 1) they are easy and fun to watch and 2) they make for excellent dharma contemplation. Seriously, the characters are so flat, the themes so black and white, the dharma lessons pop-out in the contrast. Which brings me to the season finale of my favorite 2014/15 show, The 100s.

Show recap: A group of humans (the 100s) left earth in ships to avoid ‘the end of the world’ and lived in space for several generations. Upon returning to earth these humans find others who had managed to survive a great apocalyptic event, including a community who lived underground. Initially, members of the underground community and some of these 100s folks became friends and lived together peacefully in the underground bunkers. But soon we learn the underground community is dying-out. They don’t have the resources to keep living underground, but they can’t live above ground due to high radiation. That is, unless…

The Scene: The undergrounders have realized that the bone marrow of their 100s friends (whom being born in space are immune to radiation) is their ticket to surviving above ground. But, for one undergrounder to survive they need all the marrow from a 100. For one to live another must die. The story’s hero, Clark,  the leader of the 100s, learns that the undergrounders plan to murder all of her people and steal their bone marrow. There is only one way to stop them — kill or be killed. Just as the undergrounders go to kill Clark’s mom and harvest her marrow, Clark, torn by guilt, but filled with conviction, opens an air valve to the outside and floods the underground bunker with radiation. All the undergrounders die and the 100s are free to go. So the hero saves her people, and everyone (at least the important people, the 100s) live to see another day and another season on air. The end.

The Contemplation: The whole show is told from the perspective of the 100s. From the very first episode we, the audience, follow their struggles and their triumphs. We audience members are led to identify with them, to rejoice for them and worry about them. Their story is our story. So, it’s only natural that when Clark pulls open the air valve, I found myself cheering for her, relieved that her plan to save her people (my people) worked.

But when the show ended and the credits began to roll I started having second thoughts…two groups of humans, desperate to protect their families, children and communities. Two groups of humans willing to turn to the abomination of genocide to ensure their own survival. This is the danger of self and self belonging. It scared the shit out of me.

I put myself in Clark’s shoes, then in the shoes of the underground leader and the truth is, I didn’t know what I would do in either case. Probably the same thing and try to save my people. But, at the end of the day, it’s not about which group is right/wrong, it’s not about morals or values or justice. It is about a dark truth of this world — as long as I have an ‘I/We’ to preserve, I face the peril of committing unfathomable horrors.

 

 

 

Why am I such a Worry Wart?

Why am I such a Worry Wart?

Well Dear Reader, if you have followed even a few of my 100+ blogs to date, you will know one thing about me for sure –I am a worrier. ♪ I worry in the morning, I worry at night, I worry when it’s dark and I worry when its light. ♪ Sing it with me here ♪..I worry about my marriage, my beauty and my wealth; I worry when in sickness and I worry when in health. ♪ When life is going swell, I worry ‘cause ‘what the hell’. And when life is in the shitter worrying seems even fitter ♪…

Thanks for bearing with me while I got that out of my system…the point here is I worry.  The story is:

I was interviewing to find a new Development Coordinator at work, someone to help with gift entry, donor relations, events, etc. I had narrowed it down to two great candidates and arranged final stage interviews back to back on a Friday afternoon.  The first candidate, Raja, came in and I was blown away. He was amazing and the interview went amazing. We both knew it. I really thought my mind was made-up till the second candidate came-in, Lisa.

Lisa was weaker on paper, less experience, less time in the industry. But something about her character, honesty, judgment and true passion struck me. I surprised myself when, by the end of the interview, I had decided we needed to hire her. A few minutes before 5:00 PM, I went to my boss to discuss. We were both on the same page, Lisa it was, we would call first thing Monday morning and extend an offer.

As I was on my way home, I thought about all the times I had been in Lisa and Raja’s position — waiting. Waiting for news on a job, a test, a medical exam. Waiting and worrying, because worrying lives in the space/time of uncertainty.

But the fates of Raja and Lisa weren’t uncertain at all, I had already decided who I would hire. What, from their perspective was a space/ time of uncertainty, was from my perspective already a done deal, a foregone conclusion.

I realized my life is the same way. I take a test and I either passed or failed, so why do I worry till I get the grade ( and then have worry replaced by either satisfaction or  disappointment)? I take a medical screen and worry till I get the results even though the condition of health, or illness, was already existent well before the doctor called with the report.

A further note from present day Alana: When I was packing my bags and preparing for the move to NY, I wasn’t worried at all, I thought I was going to be just fine. I think we all know I was not…

My life is a rollercoaster of fear and hope, all of which take place while I wait for the news, wait for the future, wait to ‘know’ whatever it is I’m waiting for. But I am actually a terrible predictor of how things will turn-out, of when it’s ‘time to worry’  and when it’s time to chill (i.e. the great NY misadventure). I worry because I only see a tiny bit of this world out my window and I fear what is outside of my view. But the world is out there, the future is already being shaped, perhaps decided, so why all the worry?

 

Lets Tell that Same Story..only with a little more context this time

Lets Tell that Same Story..only with a little more context this time

So the last blog began with a conversation about ‘mess’ at the Wat and ended with an ah-haaaa moment about me understanding(ish) a path to make my heart neutral; to see not mess but  a pile of stuff without judgment or bother. But, there is a bit more to the story. A few contemplations, conversations and inputs that really helped me get there. So, although this a twist and turn in my timeline, in this blog I will share an email conversation between Neecha and I that took place after the conversation at the Wat about ‘mess’ that I mentioned in the beginning of the last blog, but before my contemplation about neutrality that followed managed to take shape (i.e the end of the last blog). I offer it here to show a kind of bridge in my thinking, one example of the inputs that helped get me from something my teachers say to something I can actually process and understand.

Alana’s Email to Neecha asking 2 questions:

1) I wanted to submit a general question for the video Q and A if you guys think its appropriate (if not then maybe you and Mae Yo just have a few thoughts for me) . The question in general is if Mae Yo can talk a little about the role of “what we are familiar with/used to” plays in our lives and more specifically in our continued rebirth. It seems to me a really important underpinning for how we view with and interact in the world. Yet, in my own observation its kind of “silent” it lurks in the background as a kind of unspoken standard…

2) I wanted to share a few specifics of my own contemplation on the topic as well as ask for a little guidance in a place I am stuck. I have contemplated this topic a lot in the past, mostly in relation to the 8 worldly conditions and comparison.I guess I felt like I kinda understood it, but then I was at a concert of a jazz singer I really like last weekend and I noticed that before each song I kept hoping she would play one I knew. The first few cords I was filled with hope, and then, when I realized I didn’t know the song, first I was disappointed, then I started trying to find things that were familiar–oh she uses the same cords, or its the same theme as this other song I like, etc.

It really struck me that something so small as if I knew a song effected my enjoyment so much, and for each new song, it was the old songs that I knew that helped me judge the likability of what is new. I don’t know quite why but the experience was a powerful one — like I caught a glimpse of my own standard setting, my own building of identity, of belonging, of relating to stuff around me  in real time.

I have already started thinking about this in terms of the aggregates as well as self and self belonging. Also, I am thinking a lot about the idea of preservation and how it relates to what we are used to. There is one thing that I’m a little stuck on — when things aren’t “as good as” what I’m familiar with I’m disappointed, but sometime, if I perceive them as better than what is familiar I am happy. I notice there is a limit to this–food can be too rich, houses too big, clothing too fancy –still though there is seemingly some acceptance for a creep “above” what I’m used to but not really much room below. I understand my own imagination creates the yard stick based on my past experiences…still, I’m a little surprised that it doesn’t go both ways (actually I’m less surprised than that I think I have a major wrong view lurking here and I can’t quite pin it down).

My suspicion arises based on the direction my contemplation on preservation have taken me. I have noticed that a major personality trait of mine is that I seek to preserve what I have, things, feelings, relationships, beauty, fitness, health. I’m not necessarily a person that wants or seeks more, I’d rather just “guard” whats “mine”. But sometimes I get more  (this has been especially true with money in the past few years) and when I do, my standards shift, more becomes the thing I am used to and also the new thing I need to guard. I guess the thought that resonated with me most is that if my goal is to preserve then getting more is actually a bad thing–its more work, more to guard, its more painful to lose. Still, I am willing to accept above my standards/what I am used to, even though its so much riskier and harder, than to accept below. Its on this bit of crazy that I wonder if you or Mae Yo have any guidance or gentle nudging for my own thoughts, I would love to hear them.

Neecha’s Reply:

What we are familiar with is super important. It leads us to define happiness and dissatisfaction, which in turn leads to to desire to be reborn a certain way- either to continue to encounter what we are pleased with, or to have another try, only this time not having to face the things we were displeased with. As Mae Yo often talks about, we are reborn because we either desire it, or because we are being forced into it. We can desire more of the pleasant or less of the unpleasant, but either way, we will be reborn because of it. And whether we are forced by karmic debts or willingly reborn, once reborn, we will encounter more of the pleasant and unpleasant, and continue this endless cycle of “I want more of this” and “I don’t want to be like this anymore.” Each of those wants is a “bhava” or becoming, another attempt, another lifetime. That’s what we are trying to cut out by seeing the TTP (suffering) of the things we’re pleased and displeased with in life. And we measure being pleased or displeased based on what we are accustomed to, so it’s super crucial to understand sanya (#3) and how it works, how it affects us, what its TTP(suffering)  are.

Being ok with a slight upgrade but not ok with a slight downgrade is normal. It’s cause is nothing to dig too deep into, because it’s just a natural part of this world, we are all like that. Just like how everything comes with two sides, and one side is considered preferable.  Preferable is perceived personal benefit, while not preferable is perceived personal loss. As you know, how we perceive the outcome can also change, given new info or as time passes. What we see is an upgrade now can be perceived as a downgrade a week later. The main thing here to see how #3 (memory) works in defining good or bad, where did you start thinking it was good or bad to start with, how permanent or impermanent are those labels anyhow, how much TTP is involved in maintaining that yardstick of yours.

For instance, I never really noticed or cared about how people held their spoons when they ate. I traced it back to a mother and daughter who seemed to have it all together. They had the newest toys, the newest clothes, they were like trendsetters. And since I was younger than the daughter, she seemed so smart to me. When she told me I held my spoon in a barbaric way, I re-positioned my hand to hold it in the “proper” way, and started noticing they way others held theirs. Soon, I was labeling people as barbaric and refined. Those judgments affected how I viewed their other actions, how I treated them. When I realized this attitude came from such an arbitrary cause (the point is to eat, who cares how you hold the spoon), that it was completely conditional (would everyone agree that holding the spoon in X way was superior to Y), the idea lost its foundation, it couldn’t be maintained anymore. This is how we destroy the bonds in our memories. By seeing the harm caused as we strive to reinforce them, and the nature of how they were formed and perceived in the first place.

Alana Reads Neecha’s Blog: http://neecha.kpyusa.org/blog/subway/ — OK, blog Neecha wrote on fairness is one of those really important, timely, inputs that helped me shift my thinking. I am linking it here and suggesting you give it a read for context in my final reply,

Alana’s Reply:

Sometimes I get the feeling I’m sorta grasping around a topic, but can’t quite find the entry point.  Anyway, this plus your recent Subway blog actually helped a lot! You sort of freed me from being zoomed-in on the upgrade/downgrade thing and I was able to look a little more closely at a close cousin…neutrality. Or, more specifically, the causes for my being bias in one direction or another rather than being neutral to something (which is a state that would cause less suffering if I could just get there and which would uproot the potential for that thing to propel me forward any further).  

A while back, at the Wat, we were talking about the “mess” on the table. About how, even though we understood that our #3s were the benchmark for the  judgement (#4) of the “messiness” and even though we recognized the discomfort it caused us and possible future perils of the judgement as well, it was hard not to really imagine it as a mess in that moment. It was hard to be neutral to the pile of stuff on the table as being just that, a pile of stuff. I sort of ended-up setting this contemplation a side for a little while because I wasn’t getting anywhere…

When I look at my jazz night out though, I see the situation so much more clearly — the songs are just a jumble of notes and lyrics. I see them as enjoyable or not just based on my own familiarity (3) (somehow this is a clearer example to me then stuff on a table, even though I think its the exact same thing). I then used my imagination , drawing parallels of her old songs to her new  to create new memories, new songs that I can like/be failure with/judge against in the future. Suddenly it just seems kind of silly that I could think some note combos are absolutely great (clean) and others are absolutely bad (messy), particularly when my yard stick is my own creating and i’m continually manipulating the notches on it as well.

The funny thing is, when I really think about my jazz story, I know the origins just like you did with the spoons. Its got to do with my job. I know this Jazz singer because my org. has presented her several times. Since I started this job, I feel like I’m “in the know”, especially about musicians we have presented before.  Its an identity I have developed in part because I felt like it would help me be successful with this job, also to “justify” the reasons I enjoy it and the things it gives me. Plus, I really respect the taste of our ED and it is she who has chosen to present this artist multiple times. When I didn’t know the songs she sang, a part of me felt like my identity as “in the know” was threatened, since clearly, I didn’t know. All the issues I was solving for by creating the identity were challenged and it made me uncomfortable. Combine that with the tendency to prefer what is familiar and I felt dissatisfaction and the need to quickly adjust, to build new memories so in the future I would be in the know again. Ironically, if I were a different kind of person, someone who valued being exposed to new things (which is just a different kind of familiarity, begin familiar with whats new) the concert would have been awesome to my ear and reinforced my sense of being a new edgy person.

Anyway, I’m sort of writing and thinking real time, so this is a bit scattered. I think however this is a topic I will consider more and I am grateful in the nudge you gave me to get here. It seems like a lot of my practice these days lies in my second guessing myself, chipping at my previously held assumptions by looking more closely about how they arise and what purpose I believe they serve (usually they do a pretty half-assed job serving their supposed purpose) . I think I had been taking familiarity/ what I was used to as a logical given truth, something it was safe to base my beliefs and judgments on. I see how important it is to chip away at this,since, it is kind of crazy to think some notes and words are good/bad in their essence.

 

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