Dreams
This night a had a few interesting dreams. I can’t fully remember them, as often in the case of dreams, but I have small fragments left.
First I was talking to my uncle (dad-bro) Lelle and my grandmother (dad-mom) and wondered how their transition to English must have been when they emigrated to the States. In real life they still live in Örebro but in my dream they had since long ago lived their lives in the US and I didn’t understand why I had never thought about that before. Did my uncle speake English while he was working with his coolers and refrigerators and what about my old Dadmom and her transition to this new language.
Then I ventured down to Spain and Madrid which was located where Italy normally is, however there were no peninsula in my dream, and soon after that I was super big and hugged planet earth like if it had been a big beach ball and I was spinning around with it around it’s own axes. Then after a while it struck me that maybe by hanging on to it I would affect the speed of the spin and forever change the length of day and night and I felt scared and ashamed of my deed and soon after I awoke back to the other reality of Portland.
I’m glad that the day has seemed to be as long as it usually is. I apologize if I changed it.
Back in Merica again
Posted by admin in Philosophy, Traveling on September 9th, 2010
My dear friends and family. I will try to get this blog rolling again. I appreciate that you want to hear from me =)
I will soon take off to the community college to meet some student advisor. I went to the international student orientation two days ago and it was absolutely horrible and I was severely shaken afterwards. It was me and 130 Asian kids that was encouraged to clap our hands as the school mascot entered the room dressed like a black puma. It was like a high school movie gone wrong.
Anyway. After that totally mega-sucking day of humiliation and rain a felt pretty shitty about my life choices. Yesterday I had to make an English test that will determine how good my English is and if it’s not top notch I will have to take English classes before I can study something else. However I will not study English so if it comes down to that I’m out of this school.
I just made a list of things I want to do in my life. One of those things was to build my own energy efficient house in Sweden with an Arab sit-on-the-floor style of design. That will be cool! I just need to make enough money to buy land and material for it. I’ll give it a few years.
I also want to see a giant redwood again.
Love you all
Maxplorer
The Wild Man
Posted by admin in Culture, Philosophy, Spirituality on June 27th, 2010
I just finished the book Iron John, A book about men, that Karmachick gave me based on a strong recommendation from her shamanic teacher. It was a very interesting book. A mix of fascinating ideas and very far-out spiritual and mythological concepts that I couldn’t relate to. The author, Robert Bly, is interpreting the old fairytale story Iron John and finds the hidden messages in it about boys and men and the old initiation rituals that are long gone.
Karmachick also sent me a link about Swedish parental leave and how it has changed the father role in Sweden, and I find it a very good combination to this book.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/10/world/europe/10iht-sweden.html
With a risk of making this post too long, I will retail some parts that I found good.
The outward warriors in some women are today strong, sometimes stronger than those in men. Forces in contemporary society recently have encouraged women to be warriors, while discouraging warriorhood in boys and men.
I find this true. It is a good thing that women are strong. However we as men must also be strong to balance it up. To get there in the old days the boys went through initiation rituals with the older men.
The Wild Man doesn’t come to full life through being “natural”, going with the flow, smoking weed, reading nothing, and being generally groovy.
In this book Robert argues that the soft non-conflict approach of the contemporary man is not the way to go and that we need the help and support from older men to get there.
By the middle of the twentieth century in Europe and North America a massive change has taken place: the father was working but the son could not see him working.
Throughout the ancient hunter societies, which apparently lasted thousands of years – perhaps hundreds of thousands – and throughput the hunter-gatherer societies that followed them, and the subsequent agricultural and craft societies, fathers and sons worked and lived together. As late as 1900 in the United States about ninety percent of fathers were engaged in agriculture. In all these societies the son characteristically saw his father working at all times of the day and all seasons of the year.When the son no longer sees that, what happens? After thirty years of working with young German men, as fatherless in their industrial society as young American men today, Alexander Mitscherlich, whom we spoke of in the first chapter, developed a metaphor. A hole appears in the son’s psyche. When the son does not see his fathers workplace, or what he produces, does he imagine his father to be a hero, a fighter for good, a saint, or a white knight? Mitscherlich’s answer said: demons move into that empty place – demons of suspicion.
The demons, invisible but talkative, encourage suspicion of all older men. Such suspicions effects a breaking of the community of old and young men. One could feel this disrupt deepen in the sixties: “Never trust anyone over thirty.”
The older men in the American military establishment and government did betray the younger men in Vietnam, lying about the nature of the war, remaining in safe places themselves, after having asked the young men to be warriors and then in effect sending them out to be ordinary murderers.
The fact that older male mentors is important for boys development into men became apparent to me when I read The Dhamma Brothers about meditating criminals in maximum security prisons in Alabama and what had initiated their criminal path. Many times it was the lack of fathers or mentors.
So many roles that men have depended on for hundreds of years have dissolved or vanished. Certain activities, such as hunting or pirating, no one wants him to do anymore. The Industrial Revolution has separated man from nature and from his family. The only job he can get are liable to harm the earth and the atmosphere; in general he doesn’t know whether to be ashamed of being a man or not.
I don’t know about pirating but the idea that the male role is vanishing seems true. The typical protecting and food producing role is not needed in the same way anymore. In the article about Swedish parental leave it says:
Birgitta Ohlsson, European affairs minister, put it this way: “Machos with dinosaur values don’t make the top-10 lists of attractive men in women’s magazines anymore.” Ms. Ohlsson, who has lobbied European Union governments to pay more attention to fathers, is eight months pregnant, and her husband, a law professor, will take the leave when their child is born.
This is funny as Robert Bly mentions in his book that the “attractive men” in contemporary culture and womens magazines are more like clean shaved fashionable boys. Not men. The typical strong male character is out of date. However the article also says:
Sofia Karlsson, a police officer and the wife of Mikael Karlsson, said she found her husband most attractive “when he is in the forest with his rifle over his shoulder and the baby on his back.”
Which brings back the more typical make role as a hunter, protector and strong father.
Perhaps we, as industrial people, secretly want chaos to come in and loosen up our rigidly stratified lives.
Why are we so obsessed with zombie movies and post apocalyptic tales?
Some naive men and women do not want to choose, but want events to choose.
This is me right on target. And I feel a bit ashamed of it.
During all the time we were busy going to college, or setting up a career, or longing for purity, a mysterious force was invading the kingdom. How often men and women in their twenties feel suddenly in danger. A secret voice says, “You must make a change now. If you don’t, it will be too late.”
When it comes to relationships between men and women the Iron John story with Roberts interpretation has a lot to say about that as well. I like the distinction he makes between the “divine” and the human.
“If the ancient Greek saw a man who had Zeus energy, he would never say, “That man is Zeus”. His mythology distinguished the layers. Now that mythology has collapsed, contemporary men again and again confuse a living woman with the Woman Who Has Golden Hair. A living woman with stomach, small intestine, and a disturbed childhood is not the woman of light. A person who discreetly farts in an elevator is not a divine being, and a man needs to know this.”
That paragraph is taken from a section about how some men are hunting for the woman with golden hair. The divine feminine, a being not of this world and that will never be in this world. He philosophies about the importance of realizing the difference between human being and their divine sources of energy.
Lovemaking in India and Tibet sometimes goes on within ritual space. Religious teachers help a man and a woman to set up such a heated space in which the pair joins sexually, but in neither man nor woman goes on to orgasm. The lovemaking may last two or three or four hours. Ceremonies, some very elaborate, prepare the space. The man prepares with knowledge and needs imaginative energy because his task is to visualize several goddesses in detail as he looks in the womans eyes, and the woman prepares with knowledge and uses her imaginative energy to visualize several gods in detail as she looks into his eyes. The two persons ride on their instincts as on a horse; that horse holds them in ritual space, even if their instincts before that moment have enjoyed a lifetime of plunging on towards their goals.
The idea of seeing the divine in a person but not confuse him or her with being a god or goddess.
Here comes another great part of the book that I find true in myself. The ignorance and fear of conflict.
Conscious fighting is a great help in relationships between men and women. Jung sad “American marriages are the saddest in the whole world, because the man does all the fighting at the office.”
When a man and a woman are standing toe-to-toe arguing, what is it that the man wants? Often he does not know. He wants the conflict to end because he is afraid, because he doesn’t know how to fight, because he “doesn’t believe in fighting,” because he never saw his mother and father fight in a fruitful way, because his boundaries are so poorly maintained that every sword thrust penetrates to the very center of his chest, which is tender and fearful. When shouts of rage come out of the man, it means that the warrior has not been able to protect his chest; the lances have already entered, and it is too late.
And finally, to wrap it all up, is an idea for the future.
She [Marie-Louse von Franz] remarks that she has noticed in dreams of both men and women in recent decades a figure who is spiritual but also covered with hair, a sort of hairy Christ. She believes that what the psyche is asking for now is a new figure, a religious figure but a hairy one, in touch with God and sexuality, with spirit and earth.
Balance, strength and courage… and love. =)
Thank you for reading
Namaste
Conquering FOMO
Posted by admin in Philosophy on June 11th, 2010
One thing that is great with being back home is that my FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) is very weak. I don’t want to trash talk my birthplace but there is honestly not that much stuff going on here to feed my FOMO. However it’s still not totally hibernated. The sneaky creature is still roaming around the vast outskirts of my psyche and once in a while it makes a leap into the garden. Today I kicked it out by standing in the rain with my bare feet grounded on the wet grass and my naked torso welcoming the rain. FOMO was destroyed. Then I hang upside down in between two apple trees for a while. Got a got stretch and a few mosquito bites and a clear mind. FOMO mad a re-appearance but got severely injured by my woman that showed me around her new beautiful hose with her web cam.
But after all it is Friday evening which makes FOMO exceptionally strong so after my lovely girlfriend had logged off, FOMO came back. I will now make a last slaughter with meditation and call it a night.
Loving light
Time for Nationalism
Posted by admin in Uncategorized on June 7th, 2010
The Swedish national day celebrated in the city park of Örebro. I stream of mixed feelings appearing in me. The goosebumps on my skin when I hear the national anthem and the fear of the power that comes with it. I look at the trees, which I guess are Swedish, but I don’t think they know.
The politicians are talking about how great Sweden is and mentioning our hospitality to immigrants to justify this neo-nationalism. And for sure. It is time to reclaim our flag and country from the nazi’s. However, I have a mixed feeling in my gut. And as we know, our guts have more nerve endings than our brains.
Behind me sits my grandmothers brother with his bitter comments about how everything was so much better in the old days. I’m biting my tongue to keep the family peace. You are not supposed to have arguments in our family. Specially not around mom-mom. We are all happy talking about weather and gossip.
The day ends. The whole official celebration was horrible. Next time I rather celebrate with the trees.
Downs and ups
Posted by admin in Philosophy on June 4th, 2010
The skill is not to go down into a deep black hole. The skill is coming up again as a new person.
When you are simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everybody will respect you.
Tao Te Ching – A new Enlish version
A month of chlorophyll and in-between-nes
Posted by admin in Friends, Philosophy, Politics, Spirituality on May 24th, 2010
It has come to my understanding that my dear readers are missing my posts. It makes me happy =)
I’m spending time in Sweden, trying to observe nature as it changes into summer. It’s hard though. Nature is fast. One day there’s white flowers all over the forest floors and one day they’re gone. My mom has planned her gardens so that one kind of flower takes over the space when the previous has ended it’s cycle. Fascinating stuff. There’s more to gardening than I have realized.
I’m happy for the time I have spent with my old and good friends. I which I could be around them all more often.
My life continues as it should. I’m balancing my intake of spirituality and politics. Lately I have spent time thinking about peak-oil and how to survive after the oil is a finished chapter and when that gets to heavy I get back to spirituality, vipassana and slacklining. My friend Johan might sell his wake-board boat and get a sail boat instead. He want to build an energy efficient house. An other is gathering food from dumpsters. Three of my friends have started growing food and more are thinking about it. Some of them are talking about buying land. I get the feeling that there’s something in the air.
I’m heading back to the states. I miss my girlfriend Karmachick. I’ll leave tomorrow morning for a week in New York. My boss was not happy about that. They want to hire me again and get me working full time from Sweden till October when I can return. I’m not to excited about working this summer. If they could only have me started from September-October instead. That would be much better.
I also got excepted to Portland Community College. That is an other alternative. If it just could bring in some money as well. But what ever. In a month I will win the green card lottery and then everything will be open for me. Till then I’m just gonna go with the flow.
One interesting thing is that most of my friends are very open in their minds. They are thinkers. They are criticizing their world. It seems like that kind of people are the ones I form lasting friendships with.
I read a book about Vipassana meditation programs in maximum security prisons in the States. Amazing results. My didgeridoo skills are improving. The steriotype is soon complete =)
Mettā
Nomadic Monetary Hunter Gatherer
After reading about the origins of civilization I got a strange feeling of connection with the old nomadic hunter gatherers. I feel like that’s what I’m doing now. However I don’t need to hunt or gather for food but for money. I travel from place to place where I can find some money and when that resource ends I move along. A lot of time I choose it though but sometimes I’m just forced away by some powerful ruler.
Right now I’m back at my old birthplace living of reserves but soon I need to get going again to hunt for some more.
The nomadic life in the old days was hard. You could only bring what you could carry. I don’t have the same situation but kind of similar when I must fit my belongings in two suitcases of each 32kg. It’s a bit more than the old nomads could bring but still a pretty small amount of stuff for a western citizen. However I do have a storage of stuff here that I can use when home but it stays here when I have to fly somewhere far away. And honestly I rarely use it anyways.
I’m not complaining too much though but what I miss most is a place to stay for a longer time. Where I could place stuff that I could use and not care about removing every trace afterwards. I’m thinking of a studio for example with a Max styled mess. That would be awesome. I’m appreciating that my parents are letting me stay here but it’s not my home. I should find my own cave. I wonder for how much of my life I will live in this nomadic state. It’s fun and hard at the same time.
At the age of 21 I moved to my own apartment in Örebro with no end date. That lasted for a bit less than a year. After that I have had end dates to all my staying.
Karlskrona: 1 year
Switzerland: 3 months
New York: 7 months
Europe, Örebro, Stockholm: 4 months
San Francisco: 3 months
Örebro: 6 months
San Francisco: 13 months
Örebro: Not sure yet but I would strongly like to get away at the end of the summer
Life in a suitcase.
Guns, Germs & Steel
I have been totally immersed in Jared Diamond’s book Guns, Germs & Steel since I got back to Sweden. He spent many years of his life trying to answer a question he was once asked by a native to New Guinea. What is the reason that the white man had so much more stuff. So much more technology. Why did the old Europeans get so far ahead?
This book is a ‘must read’ for every human being. It totally destroys every racist idea that it should have been the superior intellect of the Europeans that made us evolve faster. Contrary he shows that it’s all location. We were lucky to evolve in a part of the world that had most of the planets plants and animals that suited for domestication. And then it all started to go faster and faster.
Read this book!
I also saw the three documentaries that National Geographic did about the subject and they were also really good. However, as always, the book gives a more detailed and structured walk through the last 13 000 years of human history.




