Transcending hypocrisy…

It is rather unnerving when your seven year old daughter asks you,

Mama, What is a hypocrite???

I always say to myself,

when I hear those kind of questions,

Just focus on your perineum and breath into the pain…

There is no where to hide,

you have to move through the ring of fire,

and look at yourself…

Then she says,

Don’t worry…

I’m not taking about you…

I just want to know what it means…

I tell her that the best way that I can explain it,

is to say,

A hypocrite is someone who says one thing,

and then does another,

Basically someone who isn’t being true to themselves…

Oh,

she says,

as she keeps drawing in her sketch book,

That’s what I thought…

I just wanted to be sure…

The other day,

during a massage,

I was expanding into an energetic contraction,

while I pictured my pelvic floor as a solid,

smooth surface,

something like the ice in Maple Leaf Gardens…

Playful ice with show lights swirling all over it,

a score of retired hockey players skating around in unison,

sporting satin shirts,

and Raise a Little Hell blasting out of the Automaton…

Recognizing hypocrisy,

and naming it,

is a source of power…

Just like we confuse sensitivity with passivity,

we confuse leadership with position…

Leadership is not who we say we are,

and it isn’t static…

It is temporary,

dynamic,

and above all,

it happens most effectively when one is in an altered state of being…

But that’s only my opinion…

What a bummer that opinions don’t count as research…

The other morning I felt agitated and unsettled…

I couldn’t give a name to the seed of my inner-discomfort,

but I knew that time would tell…

I was on my way to crashing a session at a major mental health conference…

The session I wanted to see was on resiliency,

and the residential school legacy…

While I waited at the bus stop with a neighbour,

on this bright sunny morning,

a man sat down,

and cracked open a Guinness…

He started to talk about how his old lady was down at the courthouse…

He mentioned a lady judge,

his lady lawyer,

his lady dentist,

lady doctor,

the Liberals,

Gordon Campbell,

the NDP,

and Carole James…

Then he asked what I do for a living…

I said,

I’m just kind of hanging out right now…

Doing what I love…

You can’t be making much money doing that,

he said,

followed up by,

Have you ever worked???

Have I ever worked???

Why don’t you ask me if I’ve ever had an addiction???!!!!

I thanked him for nailing my anxiety,

and then I got on the bus…

What happened next is beyond the scope of this post…

When I got to the Fairmont Vancouver Hotel,

I discovered that the intended session had been postponed until the afternoon…

So I went elsewhere…

This presenter talked about his belief that we are all on a path to One Mind…

He asked the question,

How will we know when we’re there???

At One Mind…

He reminded us of the Hopi prophecy that said,

Our people are going into the time of midnight,

and daylight will come when the eagle lands on the moon…

And then he said,

Remember when the first men went to the moon and the first words heard back were,

“The EAGLE has landed”…

I also believe that we are on a path to One Mind,

but I wonder how we are going to get there,

when we are still gripping on so tight to positions of normalcy,

and reason…

My way or the highway…

As I take my own baby steps toward One Mind,

I focus on putting my own integrity and self-respect,

first…

I ask hard questions of those in authority…

I dissolve my fears,

and I commit to service…

Way to go Canucks!!!

Nice win over the Devils last night…