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On Integrity

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

Integrity…I would have thought that to live in integrity was not that hard a gig. Seems I am wrong. Seems that integrity is the toughest gig in town. Not only that, but that it is rare. It demands of you your best. And more. It demands of you that you say no to a lot of yummy things, and yes to some of the really hard stuff. It comes at a price. Most people don’t pay.

What is integrity? To me it means wholeness. Completeness. I first ‘got’ integrity when I was working with building Bucky Fuller’s models. Take a bunch of toothpicks, and some jelly babies, and build a square. Notice when you do that the square cannot stay upright on its own. It collapses. Yet we have built our maths and architecture around  squares. Now build a triangle. Something feels good about a triangle. But it has no dimensionality. So add one extra point and create a tetrahedron. Bingo…now you have a thing that holds its shape. It has complete integrity. It has an inside and an outside, which means that it is a system. Actually, it is the minimum system in Universe.

A complex system, like a human being, has integrity when it is holding its shape. When it is doing what it was designed to do. When it is complete. Given the changing state of the larger ecosystem in which we find ourselves, to do this requires extreme attention. It means that our intention matches our words, matches our actions, matches the effects our words and actions have. The signal is clear, from source to delivery to destination. There is no dissonance, no misalignment, no fracturing, no distortion. Yep, I did say this integrity thing was hard.

It has to start with source. The source of our signal. What is that? Most of the time we get distracted with the signal itself. Like an amazing light show, the brightness takes our attention away from the source. We have become signal responding creatures, rarely focusing on source. We take a pain killer for a headache, eat too much to hide our guilt or shame, react to things without taking the time to focus on what is really going on. Jump to conclusions, make assumptions. Accumulate yuk because we do not speak up sooner. Or get distracted by the bright shiny object before we really know about from where the bright shiny object came.

How many times have you had the experience of getting riled up, jumped to conclusions, only to find that you were missing a significant piece of the information, and that when you had that information, the view changed so significantly that your reaction was ill conceived? Hmm..let me name 30% of the waste in human productivity spent in this type of conversation. Let me name my own getting trapped in this way too many times. It is a nauseating place to be, and yet for some dark reason, us humans find it attractive. That smelly, icky gossipy place. It always does harm. Subtly or overtly. This is why the conversation for understanding is so important.

How does it feel to be on the receiving end of another person’s neglect of going to the source of your actions? Of jumping to conclusions, making assumptions, blaming or shaming without having the relevant whole? Or of being completely negated and discarded after weeks, months, or years of attention, focus and applied energy being put into something that deeply mattered to you because the other party did not take the time to go to source, to see the whole, to honour your history, your effort, your dedication?

Bucky said that the necessary ingredient of synergy is to start first with the whole. With the Universe. That until we have the complete picture, we have only a partial and therefore incomplete view. Our legal system is supposed to be built around this…innocent until proven guilty. But do we live by this?

Have you ever felt devalued? Discarded as a human of value? I have. Many times. It feels horrible. The question is…how many times have I done this to others? And this is a question I am sitting in now. As someone who has built my brand around integrity, I have known that the price of so doing would be high. That this conscious choice would open me to be held to account at a level most uncomfortable. That I would have to demand of myself the kind of personal reflection rigor that few stomach. That I would have to stand in the heat of others who see me in my shadow. And own it all. All. Yep…this stuff is hard.

So I circle back…..what is the source of your signal? What is the intent you project in the world? And what comes back at you that indicates the truth of the projection? Is it aligned? Where is the dissonance? For this is our feedback. Like it or not.

Do your words really match your intention? Do your actions? Or do you say one thing and do another? How do you cheat on yourself and your own integrity?

And are you really game enough to surround yourself with people who will hold you to your highest expression of integrity, your most magnificent wholeness? These are your true support team. The ones who will not step over anything ever, but will bravely and respectfully point out when you have strayed from your own wholeness. Ideally they will do this from a place of deep care for you. Sometimes they will not. Sometimes it will be the total stranger who will shock you from your own treachery. Hard medicine, but a gift none the less.

Integrity is a tough gig. The toughest. Which is why it is so important.

To declare my current focus in living in integrity, my commitment is to work at going to source before I get into reaction, make judgements or jump to conclusions. To have the whole view rather than work from the partial. I am up to being held to account around this….if you notice me stray.

What is yours? Want to play…?

 

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Financial literacy, new friends, abundance as a way of being

Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011

 

In the history of the world it is often the seemingly small events that have the power to make the most significant changes. Rosa Parks refusing to sit at the back of the bus. Mohamed Bouazizi, who’s personal sacrifice sparked an uprising across the Middle East.

In my world, the small but significant event took place July 22 to 24, 2011 in Berkeley California, where a group of about 20 magnificent people gathered to give birth to a project I have been working on for some 25 years. These great people found themselves in a deep exploration of financial literacy. Not the type of financial literacy you will find at business school. Or in the economics department. We stepped into the conversation, guided by the insight of David Martin, looking to bring truth to the very core animating impulse behind our current global financial system. What was the intent of design? How did the intent become manifest? What does this mean to humanity? What can we do to repurpose this system, allowing a different outcome to the one we are currently observing around the world. (Massive personal and sovereign debt, an ever increasing gap between the wealthy and the poor, global hunger and starvation, gut wrenching poverty for the majority of citizens on spaceship earth.)

Through this extraordinary process over three days, our Universe was tilted. Even without being able to fully get the language, as one participant said, “I am able to deeply get that this is truth.”

This journey began for me when I was 26 years old and, as an ambitious young entrepreneur, I wanted to understand how to make money. So off I went to a class called Money and You. Still running to this day, this program, designed by the great Werner Erhard, tipped me completely onto a path of self discovery and development. More than that, it also introduced me to the work of R. Buckminster Fuller, one of my life long beloved teachers.

As I am now approaching my 51st birthday, I have, as the richness of age gives you, the opportunity to look back at life and see the threads, that no matter what, have remained consistent, through every up and down and in and out of my life.

Those threads have been..

*Integrity
*A forensic quest for truth
*As part of this quest for truth, a deep desire to understand the very systems that form the foundations of our current life, and in particular, our economic/value exchange system.

As I have written before, life doesn’t turn out how you expect it. I neither expected to be a mother, and a single one at that, or to have spent the majority of my life single. I also never expected that I would have a personal struggle with finances and money.

But such is as it is. I have half written another article, “If I were God” where I posit that to reach this place in my life right now, where my commitment is to bringing light to the current system in a way that emancipates people worldwide, I needed to go through every single one of the days of my life, exactly as they have been, to this very point. All the fear, the pain, the confusion, the struggle, the effort. All of it.

Indeed, the perfection of the path is as exquisite as it has been painful.

For many years these seeds were growing in me. Then in 2006, during one week in October while traveling in the USA, I had the good fortune (or was it more auspicious than that?) to meet Bernard Lietaer and to hear a talk given by David Martin. Bernard, a world renowned economist, and an expert in complimentary currencies, demonstrated the power of a currency to change the world from short term to long term thinking in a heart beat. David Martin, with precision and an almost detached clarity, walked through the exact events that lead to what we now know as the Global Financial Crisis.

From this week I was seized with a deep truth. I knew nothing about the very system that underpins everything we do. I was deeply unconscious. And as someone who is committed to consciousness and forensic truth, this was no longer viable. So my quest went from vague to 80% committed. The reading began. Economics books. Articles. From mind numbingly boring to deeply riveting.

Two years ago, August 28th, I met David Martin in a skype call, specifically to propose to him that we co-create a financial literacy workshop. In his wisdom, David challenged me to consider the field effects of creating such a workshop. We also started working together as partners in The Constellation. Earlier this year my commitment shifted to 100% and I commenced a deep dialogue with two of David’s staff about the deep energetics of this workshop. This was a critical component. When you are working with such emotional material, material that people are so heavily invested in, the level of clarity around your purpose is crucial. I had to clear away any residue of my own dogma, my own stuckness, my own agenda.

In early July, with a few weeks notice, we decided to put a stake in the sand and invite family and friends to the very early first draft of this workshop.

Several people who showed up on day 1 did not come back. The truth might set you free, but first it can piss people off. Or, when people have so much invested in the current system, the very thought of having to face their collusion with it, and their desire to maintain the status quo, becomes too frightening to contemplate. Or whatever the reason.

While we did cover distinctions around money, debt, credit, public and private equity, the federal reserve banking system, bonds, insurance, productivity, utility, etc, what we really engaged with was the core animating impulse behind all of these. I have know intuitively for most of my life that our system is perverse. That at its core it is a corruption, specifically designed to enslave and dehumanize value for all but the minority.

I have also spent years berating myself on my ‘lack’ of intelligence to ‘work’ the system. In truth, there has been many times when I had opportunities to do just that. To turn left and take the money, when my gut and my own truth said no. I am beginning to see that my ‘lack’ of intelligence was indeed the opposite.

When we started on day one of the workshop with an honouring of all the people who have suffered through enslavement, poverty, death and loss of dignity as a direct manifestation of our current system, I felt their pain. Not as some isolated observer, but as my own pain. I know the feeling of being marginalised. I know the feeling of being made to feel less than. I know what being devalued means. I am that person.

And, the truth of all truths, I am currently enslaved. I am a slave. I have debt.

This statement takes a moment to digest. Most of us are enslaved. Many of us have been dehumanized over and over. And while we might live in extreme wealth compared to many people in the world, our wealth enslaves us. It is designed to do this.

From anchoring in deep truths, those kind of truths that turn a healthy set of brains into scrambled eggs, we did move into an inspired place as a launching pad to move back into full engagement with the world. We explored integral accounting, abundance, and the power of community. How, without changing the existing system, people can re-purpose the current structure to invite a different engagement. Now. Today.

I observed three of the most magnificent women commit their heart, soul, mind and body to this work. I sat in the experience of feeling an unbreakable vow from others. Such a rare phenomenon. Rare, rare, rare. I had people step up to support me totally. Wow. (Breathe Christine. Receiving support has not been easy for me.)

It was an incredible three days. It is only the beginning. During last night, it became clear to me that my immediate next step is to write articles about the key pieces. Money, debt, etc..to this endeavor I will be commencing immediately. Simultaneously, we have a team of magnificent people committed to bringing this work to the world. I know that there are people who are hungering for it.

Please let me know if you are one of them.

(A special and deep bow to every single person on this journey through my entire life. Particularly, David Martin, and the people in the room in Berkeley. And to Dori, Nirvana and Elizabeth, for demonstrating such generosity, grace and commitment.)

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Not Afraid Enough – naming ‘he who cannot be named’

Sunday, July 17th, 2011

“Instead of medicating ourselves on shopping, food, drugs, alcohol, eternal youth, gossip, reality TV, and intense narcissism as a way to avoid facing what we feel in our increasing fear, far better to step deep into the fear, to speak the truth, and name the devil. For ‘he who cannot be named’ does indeed have a name. Dare we speak it?”

It seems we are living in a world of fear. I certainly feel it. Fear of the breakdown of our climate, our economy, of families, of our way of life. At a personal level, fear of how I am going to make it, to survive, financially. And what type of world am I leaving my daughter?

I often think back to other ages in history. Like the great plague. Imagine how terrifying this time would have been? No one family spared. A terrible, gruesome death, no pattern to it for the people to make sense of. Who lived and who died was like a lottery. It seemed so unfair, so irrational.

Or to the recent world wars. Even in our relatively unscathed Australia, most of our young men were gone on ships to the other side of the world, where letters took more than 6 weeks to arrive one way. The enemy of the day was on our door step, invading Darwin, North Queensland, and Papua New Guinea. Food was rationed. The future was uncertain.

It seems that every period in history has had events that have had similar energetics in common.

*Terrifying uncertainty
*Loss on a significant to extreme scale – be it life, or home, or community, or country, or environment
*The need to bring in harsh austerity measures
*The seemingly random arrow of fate, choosing one person, or community, or nation, over another
*The influence of nature that renders man without power – be it a plague, or a tsunami, or fire, drought, flood, or the rage of the microbes
*An elite power structure that had as its bedrock rampant corruption, greed and arrogance

We in our cosy western lifestyles have had it good for quite a while now. At the same time, we have gotten very fat. Obese. Lazy, unbelievably unhealthy, and indulgent to the extreme. We feel incredibly entitled to the life we have become used to. We feel entitled to shop at will, to over spend, over feed, and over consume pretty much everything. We feel entitled to eternal youth.

I watch with great fascination at the unravelling of an empire of propaganda. Murdoch and his insatiable desire for world domination. How timely. What a beautiful example of how life can change in a heart beat. I love that the British people will not let this one pass to the keeper. There is nothing money or the illusion of power can do when people unite and rise up. History has demonstrated this, time and again. And in our very recent history, we watch as the power of people in community say No to greed, corruption and injustice and in so doing discover they were not victims after all. They had chosen their own victim hood.

So here we are, fat, lazy and entitled, with the slow creep of terror seeping through the cracks. Yet at the same time we do all we can to avoid the fear. Our ‘new ageism’ means that fear and anger are bad. We should be skipping down the yellow brick road throwing daffodils all day long, imbued in such positivity. And if we are not doing this, then something is wrong with us.

Yet maybe we are not afraid enough? Maybe in our indulgence, our narcissism and laziness, we have avoided really standing in the fear. Really looking into the dark places. Naming the devil. For surely if we did, then we would be in the streets, up in arms. We would insist on radically changing our ways. We would demand that what a Stanford University report has revealed, that the world can switch to 100% renewable energy in 20 to 40 years, using todays technology, is implemented. We would insist on changing our political system from one where elections are brought for obscene amounts of money, and the politicians are forever pawns of the power of their purchaser. (In another world, this is called prostitution.) We would demand that our economic system returns to a system based on genuine productivity and value. We would find it totally unacceptable that one child dies of starvation while we spend billions on the costs of an obesity epidemic. And we would rage against a machine that allows the wealth to continue to be in the hands of a small few, a result of the multiple asymmetries that we have condoned as acceptable

And maybe, just maybe, if we did these things, we would change the course of the next few years enough to prevent a large scale systems breakdown.

On the other hand, humans have usually required to push themselves to break point before getting off the couch. Collapse can be very motivating once people have moved through the paralysis of fear unaddressed.

And just as each period of history has similar energetics in common, how we respond to serious crisis has common elements.

*A resilience and resourcefulness re-emerges that has been in a stupor from too much shopping and eating
*People come out from behind their walls and engage in community
*Generosity rises, amidst the lack and austerity
*Thoughtfulness and compassion resurrect
*Happiness goes up as life’s true values once again find a seat at the table (family, community, love, health, simplicity)
*Respect for each other and nature is held as sacrosanct
*The greedy, arrogant and corrupt power structures are uprooted and rendered harmless, even if for but a moment
*Genuine human productivity and creativity are valued

History has shown that we resolve, at this point in the cycle, to learn from our lessons, and never do this again. But, like a very slow spreading cancer, drop by drop, nano milimetre by nano milimetre, we fall back under the spell. And the cycle repeats. And again.

When people talk about this current time in history as being the most critical time in human affairs, I am not so sure. We have had many critical times. We suffer deeply from short termism in so many ways.

Instead of medicating ourselves on shopping, food, drugs, alcohol, eternal youth, gossip, reality TV, and intense narcissism as a way to avoid facing what we feel in our increasing fear, far better to step deep into the fear, to speak the truth, and name the devils. For ‘he who cannot be named’ does indeed have a name. Dare we speak it?

The question is, do we have the guts, the tenacity, the passion, the compassion, the love, and the will, to get off the couch and do something?

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Who’s to Blame? Hmm–let’s start with the man in the mirror.

Thursday, June 30th, 2011

How did we get to this place? The place where the first response to anything we don’t like is to find someone or something to blame? Our complete abdication of any form of responsibility makes me sick to the stomach.

The co-valent pair of blame is victim hood. The moment I blame anyone or anything I immediately reduce myself to becoming a victim. One does not go without the other. (And yes, let me be clear there are very legitimate victims in the world. People who have suffered terrible transgressions because of other people’s greed and stupidity. I am not talking about those people in this article. Interestingly, many of these people do not behave like ‘victims’. They often don’t live in blame.) I am talking about the guy who gets his jaw broken in a drunken bar room brawl and wants to put all the blame on the guy who drunkenly hit him. I guess he could have been standing off to the side in complete innocence, minding his own business and some random guy came up and hit him. That might have happened. But it probably didn’t. I would guess that he was doing some form of provoking. Is he willing to take any measure of responsibility? Or is it all about blaming the other guy? And getting the pay-out? Will money ease his pain? Or is it vengeance he is after? When has vengeance ever healed someone of anything? Oh, I forgot, we have had thousands of years of observing how vengeance begets vengeance and still we think it is a strategy that works. Ahh.well….no…it might ‘feel’ sweet, for a moment of time, but the scorpions tail of vengeance has a vicious bite and the poison lasts a lifetime, or more.

Or the person who dives into a shallow canal and becomes paralysed. Blame goes to the land owner for not having a sign up saying “shallow water” Tragic accident, but really, do we have to have signs everywhere to protect ourselves from being sued? Apparently so. How about the fool who dived into the water in the first place taking responsibility for doing so? No, he had nothing to do with it it. So we now spend millions on protection and insurance. And the circle goes around. And around. The lawyers win, big time by being paid. But everyone loses when we add all the costs together. Our communities, our well-being, our bank accounts…all suffer.

Please don’t complain about rising insurance premiums if you also think it is OK for people to sue for tripping on a pavement and breaking a bone.

We are all in the blame game. Playing small or large. The moment I participate in any form of blame I reduce myself to a victim. In doing so I become disempowered. Sometimes this is a very subtle game. Let me share a personal example. The “I don’t know what to do?”  question. This is a form of the victim/blame game. I want to abdicate my responsibility to someone else so I don’t have to make a decision. (Or I want to abdicate my responsibility to no decision at all, which is equally as disempowering, and often I end up blaming me.) By doing this, I am off the hook, and if all goes pear shaped, I have someone else to blame. We all do this all the time. We abdicate our choices to ‘experts’, and people that we deem have more authority than we do. And then when our ‘experts’ fail to deliver, we go right into blame and complain. And we want vengeance? For what? For not having the backbone to make a choice? Or to be responsible for the choices we have made?

How did we get this way? How did we become so addicted to victim hood? Please show me a single victim of this nature who is also happy, and in their own power? It is not a happy, empowered place to be.

How did we get to a place where abdicating any form of responsibility is normal operations?

Part of the answer to this question is that it is designed into our operating system. We have limited liability companies as the backbone of our industry. Have we stopped to ask, why limit liability? A corporation has the rights of a human without any of the responsibilities. (Indeed I am asking if humans have many responsibilities these days? Our blame epidemic is so out of control.) If you are serious about standing to full account, about being sovereign of your own choices, then you are also willing to take responsibility. This means that by inviting the very energetics of limited liability into your work you are colluding with the very system you might be trying to transcend.

Part of the answer is that we don’t want to take responsibility. This is the realm of the healthy adult. We want to stay in our child and be ‘cared for’ by the government, or the system, or the…? We want to stay helpless and small. We fear our own power. And we like to throw tantrums and demand this and that because we ‘deserve’ it. I ask please that you remove the word deserve from your vocabulary right now. It marries with entitlement, which is an epidemic of our society. I am entitled to…I deserve it? And the other person doesn’t? A more subtle form of vengeance.

It is far easier to point the finger than to look in the mirror. Not much heavy lifting to be done to point the finger. There is a high price, apart from rising insurance premiums. The price is our own vitality, happiness, self-esteem, sovereignty. Looking in the mirror and owning our responsibility is hard. And brave. And it is the only place I know where true freedom lives.

I am responsible for my choices. And yes, I get to choose. Accidents do happen. People make real mistakes. Bad things happen to good and bad people. Always, always, I have a choice in how I respond. No one or no thing can take away that choice as long as I am breathing air on my own. I am sovereign to my choices, to my responses to what life deals me. This is true freedom.

And why do people get away with blame and victim hood in our lives? Because we let them. Because we say that is OK? Funny that, responsibility starts with the man in the mirror. Hmm…that would be me. And you.

Where does blame live in your life? What are you doing to unstick the tentacles of blame from your world? Please share…

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High Frequency Tunable Sets – When our sensory perception collides with our biology

Monday, June 20th, 2011

Like a very high frequency tunable radio set, our ability to pick up and send energetically, instantaneously, to multiple people, within our Universe is advancing at a rapid pace. Our biology is struggling to keep up with our energetic tunability.

We expect human biology to stay the same. But like everything, our biology, and specifically, our neurology, is undergoing accelerated acceleration.

Kids (and adults) who spend hours a day gaming are increasing their twitch speed. Constant high frequency input of images and output of hand eye co-ordination require a highly specified neurological network. Even without the online gaming world, our entire world has become faster. All of us a juggling competing commitments, multitasking, texting/talking/driving/working online/offline. The demands on our neurology to co-ordinate all of these activities are extreme.

We also seem to have an increase in neurological disorders, such as autism in its various forms. ADD, ADHD…the list goes on. Some of these conditions are legitimate, many children are diagnosed because of laziness. Strangely, we insist that our child be special, but if special is not looking like well behaved and ‘normal’ we medicate at the drop of a hat.

On the subject of medication, we are all over medicated. Even if we do not take medication, if we eat meat we are ingesting very high levels of antibiotics, as well as other spooky substances. Not to mention the ingestion of all the various other nasties in our air (radiation fall-out from Japan, with measures being taken in other parts of the world that are worth being concerned about). The impending superbug is only a matter of time. We have sterilised ourselves off the charts, inviting the always changing world of microbes to adapt to all manner of antibiotics, so that in the future, the very diseases we had conquered will thrive again or in new super resistant forms.

In this constantly changing, constantly ‘stressed’ ecosystem, our sensory perceptual capabilities are developing off the charts. If we pause for a moment, we can tune into frequencies unavailable to most people 50 years ago. Science points to entanglement…that when we have two paired particles and we separate them, if we tickle one, the other will feel the same tickle instantaneously, even if the distance between the two particles is thousands of miles. No speed of light here. Instantaneous. Time and space become irrelevant. The wisdom traditions all say we are all one. Exactly what was meant by this is becoming increasingly undeniable. Chaos theory talks about a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil causing a storm in Asia. Bucky Fuller would say that all of us are tunable sets. Like a radio receiver, if we adjust the dials, we can pick up signals from around the world. The signals are already present, all that is missing is the tunable set. We are becoming high frequency tunable sets.

Some people are already developing skills in this area that make no sense to our empirical  world. Intuition is becoming a more common place term, but it is still not regarded with any seriousness in traditional leadership programs. It still exists in the ‘new age’ genre. Science is racing to keep up with the unexplainable, unmeasurable world of people with extraordinary tunable sets. Their skills and abilities are viewed as unreasonable, and irrational.

Even with the rapid upgrade of our neurology via over stimulation, our intellect and language, our biology and our awareness is unable to catch up with our ability to pick up all the frequencies we increasingly have access to. In revolt, our biology develops autism, ADD etc. Our energetic systems are colliding with our biology with catastrophic consequences.

Many people will not be able to make it across the chasm. All of us need to develop the physical and spiritual stamina to not only acknowledge the signals we are sensing, but to make sense of them and have the intellect and language to interpret them. And to create a shield when our systems are in overload. To turn off the tunable set at times. An integral life practice is critical.

Are you aware of becoming an increasingly powerful tunable set? How do you manage it? Do you have any thoughts to add to this?

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Resurrecting the language of the sacred

Monday, June 13th, 2011

When I was a little girl I used to go to Sunday school. I don’t remember much about it, except that we would dress up for this occasion. At the time we lived in the West Coast of Tasmania, where it was very cold and very wet. Religion was never discussed in our family. Sunday school was more of a thing that you did because it was the thing to do.

When we moved to North Queensland, Sunday school was left behind. However, when I went to a Protestant boarding school aged 11, Church going was compulsory. Dressed from head to toe in white, with gloves and hat, two by two we would parade to Church each Sunday. Truly a sight to behold. I remember thinking many times that there was so much hypocrisy evident in this religious thing. Pray on Sunday but spend the rest of the week acting out something completely different. At least this is what the elders who where responsible for our care, seemed to do.

But post boarding school, other than the occasional wedding and funeral, Church and religion were not on the family menu.

Australia is, in general, a very non religious country. What I mean by that is that we keep our religion quiet. Our evangelicals are evangelical only to people who seek evangelicalism. There is a clear understanding that our spiritual world is private and that we have infinite choice around that. We are certainly not God fearing. Heck, our birthright is convicts, people looking for a fair go, and rejects, not people seeking religious freedom. I find it fascinating that the USA, were people did go to seek religious freedom, is one of the most unfree places on earth when it comes to religion. Unless you are a particular brand of Christian. But I digress from the topic.

Somewhere along the winding pathway of political correctness, we threw the baby out with the bathwater. Just like this unspoken drift from Sunday school to nothing, in our sensitivity to be egalitarian, we stopped using sacred words. Words like reverence, sacrosanct, piety, sin, soul, spirit, evil, hell (although it is OK to use heaven, which is weird, but understandable…given that we only ever want to focus on the positive, because anything negative is bad, wrong, and won’t comply with the ‘law of attraction’ and get you the goody bag of money fortune and fame you are craving)

We talk about energy, but not about grace.

We have sterilized our language just as we have sterilized our children and our homes, terrified of the lurking pathogens that are actually a vital part of our ecosystem. The superbug is only super because nature has a beautiful way of restoring balance to the ecosystem. Our immune systems need regular practice at immunity.

Sacred words invite the sacred into our hearts and homes. I have always loved the inscription that was on the door of Carl Jung’s home.

Vocatus atque non vocateus, Deus aderit. Invoked or not invoked, God is present.

Or to put it another way, from a soldier in World War 1. I have never seen an atheist in a fox hole.

As Caroline Myss quotes, “Religion is just a costume party”, but inviting the sacred, in what ever form that is, into our hearts and homes, invites a connection to a larger something that has at its core, ‘we are all one.’

We have all been in hell. Its that place where we lose connection with the sacred, with the self. Where you are under the spell of an addiction, or anger, or rage, or a pattern of behaviour that has been playing in your life for decades. It is the place where you are completely broken, and there is no were further down to go.

Evil is something I have had little experience with, fortunately. But we all know it exists and thrives today, as it has forever.

Sin, well consider that first time, when you were a child, that you lied, or stole, or hurt someone on purpose. You remember that time? You knew it was wrong. The question is, did you keep up the behaviour until it became normal, so that now you no longer see it as a sin? Have you normalised lies to yourself, or to others? Before you skip over that question, ask it again? Have you normalised lying to yourself? We all do, and when we do, we violate the sacred that is us.

Reverence..I love this word. I love how it sounds when you say it. I love what it means. I even wrote the article, Reverence as a Business Practice, at the time the only article on this subject I could find on google. (Imagine that??) Just imagine if we brought reverence back into our lives as a practice. Reverence for self, for family, for our work, for our environment?

Sacrosanct…well some things, and ideas, and actions and places should be held as sacrosanct. Non negotiable. Let’s start with our deepest values and their expression in our lives in all domains.

Finally, we have grace. A miracle is when the laws of the universe, such as gravity, are bent for one person, or one situation. A miracle occurs in the field of grace.
We have all experienced grace. It is the gift that comes from a stranger at exactly the right time. It is the beautiful sunrise, the smell of a rose. It is what is present when my whole body shakes when truth is revealed. It present when an artist or master is creating their art. Grace is also present when we die, when tragedy occurs, when the flood waters rise, and the winds tear down lives. Grace is poetry, and dance, music and love. Grace is the ever present thread.

The language of the sacred connects us to a deeper story. It is the song we have been longing for. Let us take off our sterilisation masks, let us get our hands in the dirt, with the bugs and microbes, this glorious ecosystem of light and dark. Let us speak of reverence, and evil, and sin and grace, as well as of bodhisattva’s, and the Tao.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
-Rumi

I want to marinate in the richness of the sacred. Want to join me? Please share your thoughts.

 

(This article was inspired by the work of Caroline Myss.)

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Integrity in marketing

Sunday, May 29th, 2011


Posted on his Facebook page, this comment by Michael Richardson created a very significant and rich dialogue.

Okay, so I just decided to no longer prostitute my email address for “free stuff”. Everyone and her mother in the, cough, “spiritual community”, is putting on “Free Teleseminars or Calls” or some such bs. Well, it’s not free. My email address, a precious part of my “Digital Body”, has value and I’m not going to whore it out anymore. Period.

 

I was sitting into this rich conversation which I have enjoyed seeing unfold (thanks everyone and Michael for raising it to start with) while on my run in the forest this morning. As is my long term habit as a coach and systems thinker, I seek to get to the bedrock impulse behind things.  The underlying context of the current internet marketing game (and our historical advertising game) is based on the fundamentals of the operating system behind everything we do which is built in scarcity. ‘I am not enough, there is not enough, we are not enough. I need more, and more, and more…and then some more. I am not good enough unless I have this and this and this…more money, more time, more love, more success, more stuff, the next ipod, ipad, another car, another x…to be a best seller, or famous….the business needs more market share, more profit, more growth, and did I mention profit?’

For what purpose do we seek more?

We need to be ruthlessly honest with the deeper intention behind our actions? Is it to get email addresses to sell more stuff, make more money…?? Most of us, if we pause for just a few moments and ask this question, know when we are under the ‘spell’ of spin. When the words that are expressed are designed very specifically to catch us in their spell. However, when we measure value through a single lens of money..which translates into number of sales, number of email addresses, and comes from a basis of scarcity, never enough, to win someone has to lose…then our choices are limited to this very game. “Success’ looks like making tons of money and being famous, and the game is to be successful. If we roll the tape back to our most aligned intent, and declare that…for example…if to make a shit load of money and to be famous is your intent…then have the balls to declare it. “I want your email address so I can sell something to you. Help me become rich and famous. I am going to use you as a pawn in the game and funny enough, you are going to say yes to playing.” The paradox is of course, that if we have the depth of integrity to be this honest with ourselves and declare this is our intention, it almost immediately transcends in the self inquiry and we move beyond this. This game of scarcity, dressed in drag to look like success as defined above (so I can feel good enough, smart enough, have enough status) is actually the major game in town. And it stems from the very operating system in which we live and breath. Therefore, whether we be the conductors of the game or the pawns we are all playing in the same game and we need to take responsibility for that. That includes me.

However, if we really hold as our intent to be of deepest service and to invite people to play if it really is something that resonates deeply with them, and we do not use spin, seduction, ‘clever’ marketing, but rather hold as true that we have something of value to offer that may support your life, and our energetics of the invitation matches the energetics of our core intent (syzergy) then the right people will opt in, by conscious, clean, untainted choice. They will be sovereign to their choice. Because we are not driven by a deep instinct based in scarcity, because we truly see that the world is abundant in every dimension, there is no ‘need’ for spin. And that whole deal of making it scarce (deadline for special offer and other ploys and cons), and all the other ‘spins’ designed to make us buy, are all based on scarcity…. this one thing you are selling will give me what I am missing, and then, it will be the next thing, and then the next. As my friend Jerome says, we are like greedy little caterpillars eating up all of the leaves.

How do I know? Because I have been well and truly seduced, more than once. And I suspect that many of you have as well. And that we are truly over it, as a very small game. However, the game’s ground of being is scarcity. It’s time to invite a game built on abundance, gratitude, service and reverence to all and where the measure of value is not to the god money, but to a multitude of values, which may include money and profit and wellbeing, but not at the price of any person or thing including offering ‘consciousness and personal development’ to people through seducing them via covert means that appeals to what is unconscious in them.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this one…lets keep the dialogue open. And please point us to people who use integrity as the core of their invitation and offering. Two that I know of are Hiro Boga and Chris Guillebeau, as well as Michael Richardson,  the initiator of this stream of dialogue.

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Embodying The Archetype of the Whole – The task of the new leader/social entrepreneur

Sunday, April 10th, 2011

 

There is a wonderful story that Bucky Fuller tells about a child on a beach. The child has a stick and draws a triangle in the sand.

“Look Bucky, I have drawn a triangle!” says the child with great excitement.
“Wonderful,” says Bucky, “But you have not drawn one triangle you have drawn four.”
“How did I draw four?” asks the child, perplexed.
“You drew the triangle you see, the triangle that covers the rest of the earth, and the triangle on the concave and convex.”
“But Bucky, I only wanted to draw one triangle.”
“I know, but you have drawn four and you need to be responsible for all four.”
(If you want a deeper understanding of this, please email me.)

In the last 40 or so years the world has shifted from a world of parts, to a world of whole. Whole foods, whole earth, global, Gaia. We no longer have the luxury of living in isolation, separate from strangers in other countries. Our news is instant, our ability to travel the world is quick and accessible, our actions and thoughts affect everyone. The world of divide to conquer, and to keep conquered keep divided, is over. Those who think it is not are living in lag. Wikileaks and twitter amongst other technologies ensures that. We cannot look at our body as a liver and heart and knee cap, we must look at the whole, and not just the whole body, but our body in relationship to the environment at the physical, emotional, mental levels. Seeing a ‘specialist’ for a certain medical condition keeps us stuck in the world of parts. It is a very dysfunctional model of health.

Our current world is attuned to being ‘specialists’. Models of success ask us to find our niche. “If you don’t have your niche you will not make your millions.” This may be true in our current world, but it is also a formula that invites tunnel vision. And it is not what is needed to move forward for the success of all of humanity, if that remotely interests you, because in order to operate in the world of the whole, we need to be able to see and be responsible for the whole. We need to be specialists at being generalists, at seeing/feeling/intuiting the whole first and foremost. (I have resisted the niche model all of my life, at my own cost of those said millions, not because I am a hero, or noble, but because it simply went against the very fibre of my being, and contradicted the very DNA of my existence.)

The archetype of the whole is now present on earth and demands from us a different approach. For positive deviants and thought leaders who are really invested in being the harbingers of transformational change that does support the whole of humanity, the archetypal energy of the whole demands a higher resonance of existence. We need to be able to function at a very high level of existence. We need to be whole. The requirement to pull all the broken scattered parts of ourselves together is non negotiable. Doing a deeeeep dive on our shadow on an ongoing basis is non negotiable. And if you work in groups and teams, then it is also non negotiable to have the whole team be resonant and vibrating on a very high frequency, as a WHOLE.

The frequency of the whole also requires a different set of physical, spiritual, emotional, mental and Universal laws. ‘All is one’ becomes an embodied law. Our relationship to time and space at the level of whole changes. When we are, as individuals or as the team, vibrating in collective whole resonance, time and space disappear into insignificance. This is the world of the synchronistic, miraculous, aligned response, where feedback is instant.

The world of setting goals no longer works. Nor is it relevant. The only goal, if we call it that, is to stay in the dynamic of whole. To have our inner and outer expression be in full integrity. To have our relationship to our team/tribe be in full integrity. To have our relationship to our systems and structures be in full integrity.

A word of caution. If you seriously choose this path then by the very nature of the choice, more will be asked of you than has ever been before. You will not  be able to get away with naught of your silly small games, of anything less than self vigilance to shadow at the individual and team level. And you must commit to the daily, year in, year out, until you draw your last breath in this realm of existence, practice in your wholeness.

If you are not up for this level of personal and global commitment, then do something easy, like learning to blow up the world.
As I started with Bucky, I will conclude with Bucky.

“Integrity is the essence. Commit yourself to integrity. That is all.”

(Integrity Latin:  untouched, hence, undivided, whole, equivalent to in- in-3  + -teg-  (combining form of tag-,  base of tangere  to touch) + -er  adj. suffix)

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The Sacred Art of Creativity

Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011

A long time ago, when I was a novice coach, I had a download hit about how to show up in a ‘sales’ conversation. I had been struggling with how to ‘sell’ my services. But I had the dynamic wrong. It was not about me at all. It was not about me forcing myself on people.  It was about the support of the person I was engaging with. I needed to get out of my own way, and be in full service to the other. This is the very core DNA of coaching. If I am concerned about what you think of me, I will not be a great coach for you. Or, for that matter, a great friend. “Me” will get in the way of “we”.

Now that is not to say that I allow myself to be walked over. Quite the contrary. When I step into the coaching dynamic, it becomes about service to other. I maintain my clear boundaries as an I, but in my engagement with you, the client, it is about you.

This very profound shift in how I show up in any conversation of service has also informed the way I parent any creative process.

Any one who has spent time with young children will know that each child is born with their own personality. Personality is not something that arrives one day, or is crafted by the parent. The intrinsic ‘who’ of a child is present from birth. Yes it matures and shapes itself through life experience, but the core DNA was present from day one. Our role as parent is to not inflict the child with our own stuff, but to craft an environment where the child’s unique and present ‘who’ is allowed to flourish. We can take a seed that is to become an oak tree, and tamper with it, (genetic engineering), and know that the end product is not the oak that started in the seed, but something else. This is acceptable if that is what is desired. A variation of an oak tree. But if we wish to stay true to the integrity of the original seed, then our role is not to tamper, it is to shepherd, to parent.

An idea is akin to the seed. It has its own DNA. Its own implicate order. Like a child, it might be birthed from my mind, but it is not ‘mine’. It is a total of my life experience to date, shaped by the interactions of many people, alive and dead.  Our desire to have it be ‘mine’ is informed by our models steeped in scarcity. Just as you belong to no one person, an idea belongs to no one person. I can be the parent, the one that provides the nourishment, opportunity, environmental conditions for the full manifestation of that idea, I can be in a deep and profound relationship with the idea, but it was never mine. I can invest in the flourishing of the idea, and be a recipient of the fruits of the idea. And because it was birthed from me, the idea will carry aspects of my DNA, but only so it can transcend me through inclusion.

When an idea is birthed, if we are to really honour the integrity of the idea, then we seek to learn from it what it needs from us in order for it to flourish. We bring wisdom and maturity to the shepherding of the idea into its full expression. We may invite others to participate in this. However, rather than impose our will on the idea, we respect that the core DNA of the idea will provide us with the wisdom to support its fullest expression.

Some ideas have a long life, others a short life. Some captivate our love and attention for years, other ideas inspire us for only a moment. Great ideas are lost because we fail to give them the attention and nourishment they need. Or because we fail to take any action, to ship it, as Seth Godin would say. Or because we have no discipline around our ideas. Or because we do some heavy duty tampering.

If we do choose to tamper with the original idea, its DNA will change. Constantly tampering with the idea DNA will probably create such a hybrid mishmash, that it may never become a vital atrefact.

When a design team is working on an idea, there are many competing elements seeking to tamper with the idea. The core integrity of the idea is easily lost in this kind of process, to the degree that no one really knows what they are working on creating. The question is, can anyone take a stand for the idea that is wanting to be birthed, and really hold the integrity of that, transcending their own ego impulse to inflict themselves on the idea?

What to do with an idea? Just as we would ensure a seed was planted in the right kind of soil, in the right environment (heat, cold, moisture, nutrition), we need to place our idea in the right environment. Who needs to be present? How do we nourish the idea? What is the core DNA of the idea? What is its integrity? When does it need attention, and how regularly? Where does it need to be birthed, what its its best environment? Does this idea really need to be birthed? Is it calling so loudly to us that to not respond to it would be a tragedy? Or is the idea just a fleeting thought that really doesn’t seek to build deep, strong roots in our soul?

By placing the idea in the centre, having our focus be on supporting its healthy animation, and removing the focus from our egoic self, the idea has a very good chance to mature into its fullest expression, whether that be life cycle or a day, or decades. We are the servants of the idea, not the masters.

When we approach any creative act in this way, we truly honour the sacredness of creation. Not in a religious sense, but in the sense of bringing a deep and abiding respect to the idea and its implicate order. Any idea held in this space is art. It has the ability to move people, inspire people, attract people… because the energetic impulse that was the original idea has been made manifest.

Great art speaks to us because its integrity is honoured. For those of us who seek to be shepherds and parents to an idea, the process is a joyous adventure, where the hardest task is to keep our grubby little ego directed fingers off the creation.

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The Birth of The Constellation

Thursday, December 23rd, 2010

(Laurent, Ashtara (host), David, Richard, photo by Christine)

At about 8.15 am on December 10th, 2010, in Lower Beechmont, Queensland Australia, a new Constellation was born.

After a year of circling the perimeter, getting to know each other, discussing values and intentions, four unique individuals from around the world came together for the first time.

Richard Hames flew in from Bangkok on his way to Brazil. David Martin flew in from Mongolia en route to Papua New Guinea then to his home in Virginia, USA. Laurent Labourmene flew in from Melbourne. I drove from my home to my mothers home which was where we met for several days.

Our location had extraordinary views across hills and water, out towards the coast. We were joined on occasion, by colourful lorikeets. The sound of birds and life was ever present.

In this beautiful space we sat in dialogue, ate great food, joined for dinner with friends and shephered into existence The Constellation. It was an incredible birth. There was ease and grace, spaciousness, flow, open hearts, open minds and the willingness to let go of private and personal agenda’s, and to truly step into the unknown.

With David’s flight out of Mongolia being delayed for about 15 hours, Laurent and I made the trip to Brisbane airport to arrive at 11.30 pm. (Anyone who knows me well enough knows that this is way past my bed time, and with only a few hours sleep the night before, that ragged lack of sleep feeling was present.) On the trip home all of us, tipsy from lack of sleep, fell into telling stories that really made no sense, but at the time seemed incredibly funny. The sudden resurrection of saber toothed tigers that had a penchants to jump into convertible cars savaging the driver (Dave) who so happened to have a handy cam nearby to record the incident and then somehow manage to survive long enough to have said video posted on You tube to become an instant hit. As I said, you had to be there.

On Friday morning, after not enough sleep, Dave, Laurent and I went for a run. Here the guys learned my definition of a hill versus an undulation. Both decided that I had a screw loose around this topic. They are not alone in their opinion. Many of my fellow runners have accused me of having a distorted perception of a hill. “Oh its a pretty easy run, only a few undulations!” Yeh, right!

Given that this was the very first time we had all come together, the final gathering of the four, post run, three of us sweaty still, was very auspicious. Richard had managed a good sleep and was as fresh as the day was.

Our dialogue was deeply centred in a common quest to get to know each other at a different level. To build the foundation of an extraordinary relationship. We roamed from personal stories, to exploring opportunities, to elements of the mythical and mystical.

There was an agreement that our focus in our offering was a highly differentiated strategy from other players: to be animated by a deeper moral/ethical impulse related to all of our work, and to steward a non-fear, non-cold war approach to strategy. Primarily to hold the space for a way of being built around abundance in all things, using a model of integral accounting as a frame. Indeed, this frame was deeply embedded in all of our conversations and while not explicitly stated, was intrinsic. This includes stewarding the use and development of a broad range of ‘social technologies’ and initiatives where the impulse is not animated by fear (this could include a ‘decision theatre’ facility and/or a global leadership academy for example).

We explored opportunities where the ecosystem was pregnant with a willingness to step into this new narrative. There are several that might be ripe.

On Friday evening we had invited guests for dinner. Andrew Wilford, Simon Kalinowski, and Bronnie Fish. My mother and daughter joined. Natalie was supporting us over the few days with food prep and cleaning up duties, shopping for supplies etc. Both her contribution and my mothers was critical to the flow state, in multiple ways. The dinner conversation was animated, global and quite extraordinary.

Saturday Laurent and Dave and I went for a walk. Dave was still trying to extricate from his lungs the effects of his time in Mongolia, where the pollution is the worst of any place on earth. As we were completing this walk, Venus entered the conversation. I was telling a story about my relationship with Joseph, who I believed at one level was an angel trapped in an earthly existence that he struggled with every day of his short life.. He eventually let go. Dave mentioned his recent experience with a shaman in Peru who talked about meditating each night on the planet Venus. Simultaneously, Laurent was catapulted somewhere into another place of deep feeling and strong emotion.

Over breakfast my mother, Ashtara, a spiritual astrologer and guide, did the birth chart for The Constellation, based on the moment the day before that we all came together for the first time. Visually the chart told its own story, without needing to understand the symbols. All the planets are gathered in the 10, 11, 12, 1, 2nd house, (the upper left of the chart), with one planet on the opposite side. Ashtara explained that this planet was like a handle of the bucket. That unless we steeped all of our work into the elements of love, feeling, the feminine expressions, Venus….we would not succeed. That if we did do this, bring the feminine into all of our actions, then our work would be as extraordinary as we all sense. I do not think any of us were surprised by this. The chart and Ashtara’s interpretation just gave voice to a felt sense. We are very aware that we are like the ancient navigators, sailing on uncharted waters. There is no map. There is no successful strategy. There is no right way. There is only the heavens, the stars, our brother and sister Constellations to guide us. That in the darkness of the night, we have to look to the heavens, to the unfolding story of the Universe, and its reflection on our interiors, and stay true and present to the voice of intuition, feeling and love. We have to trust the truth we have inside, and the truth that is made manifest in our being a Constellation. To be willing to step moment by moment into the unknown. To bring all of us to the conversation, whole yet also broken. To be a stand for the whole, and the possibility that we see and feel. That we are the model. As within, as without. As we are feeling so it is, as we are broken, so it is. As we heal, so it does. As we work together, so does the Universe.

Laurent suggested, nearly 14 months ago, the name, The Constellation. Even as I write this, the eloquence of his choice is awe inspiring. Just as we appear to be an earth bound Constellation, we are not alone. Our reflection is in the heavens. As above, so below.

A few days before our gathering Ashtara had been out on her morning walk and had found a book on her path. The title of the book was Venus, and it was about the planet and the goddess. Again Venus made her appearance known.

Also known as Aphrodite, Venus is well known as the beautiful goddess who emerges naked in a half shell from the sea. Jean Shinoda Bolen, in her book “Goddess In Everywomen” describes her as an alchemical goddess. “a fitting designation for the magic process or power of transformation that she, alone, had.” (page 224) ..”she caused mortals and deities to fall in love and conceive new life. She inspired poetry and persuasive speech, and symbolises the transformative and creative power of love….Unlike the other goddesses, she was never victimised and did not suffer. In all of her relationships, the feelings of desire were mutual; she was never a victim of a man’s unwanted passion for her. She valued emotional experience with others more than either independence from others, or permanent bonds to others.

Indeed Venus/Aphrodite was present in the remaining conversations. Our work is about transformation, and of the alchemical nature. Our path of choice is through love and compassion as the viable and only alternative to narratives steeped in fear. There is no place for victimisation. We seek deep connection, mutuality and partnership and an invitation to a path that follows the natural contours as they unfold.

This was a meeting of a very unusual nature, bringing together four very different people. As an ardent Bucky Fuller student, that there is four of us is also very significant, as four is the minimum requirement for any system. Four makes a tetrahedron, the minimum system in Universe, and the building block of Universe.

The world needs a different response. I believe most people really do know this, if they go deep inside and hold stillness for long enough. We need to honour the feminine and the masculine, the ancient and the modern, the wisdom and the creative. Our current models of business, economics, relationship (both marriage and partnership), politics, spiritual practice, education, to name a few, are no longer viable.  But to replace them with what, that is the question? While we do not profess to have the answers, we do intuitively know that when we gather the right people in the right environment asking the right questions and shepherded by people truly able to stand in service, holding the tension of unknowing, the answers needed for the next step will emerge.

As I write this December 23rd, with Christmas Carols playing in the background, I feel deeply grateful. Indeed, the evening after everyone had again gone to the corners of the earth, I got on my knees in gratitude.

The last two years have been a profound unraveling of my inner being. Old concepts have been challenged and broken, and I have stood in the realisation that the physical world and the laws of the physical world are but a small aspect of the possibility of humanity. All the teachings of the great mystics have been ‘focused on liberating the illusions that the physical world has more authority than your inner world. It would appear to our five senses that the physical world is the realm of power and given our need for immediate results and constant gratification, we crave this world like addicts.’ (Caroline Myss)

However we are entering (or re-entering) the world of the mystical laws, where time and space have different laws.

As my beloved Rumi said,

Out beyond the ideas of wrong doing and right doing

there is a field…

I’ll meet you there.

I’ll meet you there…blessings to you on your journey.

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