OK, let's not get hung up on individuality here, there's no one home, the wheel of life is turning, but the hamster is no longer alive; that or it's off having some fun with its nuts! And even that is the unfolding of simple beingness . . .
The word Yogi, is just a label, don't get hooked by it. The word choice could just as easily be Sage, or what about Alchemist? The Principle behind the word is in fact all that matters; reconnect with the inner Yogi, the inner being, which is beyond words, and be this simple truth.
Warning: This technique is for relaxation purposes only. The author is not responsible for those of you who may fall asleep whilst participating in this exercise. Also, this relaxation technique is just that, it will not lead you into enlightenment, liberation, salvation or some other dreamed of state of euphoria.
First off I've started a new blog, it's called Poet's Corner, which kind of gives the game away as to what it is all about and I'm The Cornered Poet! Anyway, I'll still be on here (1Yogi2Many) posting something of my free spirit, probably about once a week, but I hope you'll join my new blog if you enjoy what I write there.
The second point is that I know that I have rubbed some of you up the wrong way on the odd occasion with my direct approach, ahem; Sorry about that . . . I know you're a hardy bunch, and if you're still here, well . . . you've passed all the tests . . .
. . I Mean You No Harm . . . ha, ha ;-)
My third point is that I'll be away for the week from Saturday, enjoying the sun in the Canary Isles, with no InterWeb access (deliberately so!) . . . lovely, a complete break! I'll return to blogging and everyday life refreshed and raring to go. . .
An Irishman, we'll call him Patrick Murphy, is rushed to his nearest hospital in New York, Our Holy Mother of BeJesus, after a heart attack. The surgeon performs heart surgery and the man survives, no problem. Afterwards, the man is lying in his bed and one of the nuns is comforting him.
"Don't worry Mr Murphy, you'll be just fine, it's all over now," says the nun. "But tell me, we would like to know, sir, if you don't mind me asking, as to how you intend to pay your bill for the operation and the care. Would you be covered by an insurance policy?"
"Well, actually sister, I don't think I am," Patrick replied.
"Oh dear," continues the nun, "maybe you've got a load of money lying around and you'd like to pay by cash?"
Er, no, I don't think so sister," answered Patrick. "I'm not really a man of much material wealth."
"Well," says the nun, "perhaps you've some close family who can help out?"
"Well, not really, sister," Pat replies, "I've just one sister in County Kerry in the old country, but she's a spinster nun."
The nun replies, "Nuns are not spinsters, Patrick, nuns are married to God."
"In that case," says Pat, "perhaps you could get my brother-in-law to foot the bill!"
No one knows for sure whether Pat's brother in law came up with the cash, but, when looking at the whole shit happens philosophy, one thing is certain when it comes to . . .
Catholicism: If shit happens, you deserve it!
Protestants, however, have a different viewpoint . . .
Protestantism: Let the shit happen to someone else!
Which is of course why shit always happens to the Catholics, why else would it? Hey, look, this is just a humorous look at how different religions and philosophies look at life when shit happens, and let's face it, poor Patrick was looking for a way out of a tricky situation! ;-)
For those of you who don't yet know this, I was brought up in a mixed religious home. My mother was a Roman Catholic, My Father, Church of England . . . as a lad I even sang in my local church choir for a while. The whole Yoga thing happened when I was thirteen years of age, and it came about due to my father suffering from work related stress and his doctor recommended he take up Yoga. Of course he asked me to go with him . . . well my mother showed no interest, and I did the dutiful thing . . somewhat reluctantly ;-)
. . . ok, let's get back on track . . .
Patrick Has His Own Shit Going Down . . .
That’s right, Patrick Murphy wrote the book on shit happening, it’s called:
Murphy’s Law:“Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.”
That’s some heavy shit happening man! I remember as a child my mother called it 'Sod’s Law'. Basically Patrick Murphy, and my mother, believe that if there is the possibility of something going wrong, it probably will, so be a good girl guide or boy scout and be prepared . . . for anything!
Of course, like all forms of dogma, Murphy has given us many sub laws, for example:
Anything good in life is either illegal, immoral or fattening (Mrs Murphy wrote the fattening part, although I’m not sure that eight pints of Guinness a night is terribly slimming for poor ol’Patrick!).
The light at the end of the tunnel is the headlamp of an oncoming train (especially after eight pints of Guinness, by which time it’s the kind of shit happening that doesn’t worry you too much).
It is morally wrong to allow suckers to keep their money (just ask Patrick’s brother in law for confirmation).
If everything seems to be going well, you obviously don’t know what the hell is going on.
Never argue with a fool, people might not know the difference.
A short cut is the longest distance between two points.
The race is not always to the swift nor the battle to the strong, but that’s the way to bet.
Anything you try to fix will take longer and cost more than you thought.
The tradesman will never have seen a model quite like yours before.
In order to get a loan, you must first prove you don’t need one.
No matter how long or hard you shop for an item, after you’ve bought it, it will be on sale somewhere cheaper (this is, of course another Mrs Murphy-ism!).
There you have it, Patrick Murphy, and his wife’s, recipe for Irish Shit Happening. Of course we all know the chances of a piece of bread falling with the buttered side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet, don’t we, but one thing you do need to know is that:
A funny thing happened to me on the way to writing a post on the subject of 'Shit Happens', you've guessed it haven't you? That's right, plenty of Shh . . it happened, and some of it seems to have hit the fan. Someone remind me to turn the frigging thing off next time will you?
When shit happens, and it also hits the fan, one needs to step well back . . but unfortunately one also needs to turn the fan off, which involves moving close in again; dilemma! Shit is happening, I've inadvertently turned the fan on, and stepped back only to realise I've now got to face it head on in order to turn it off! Well I guess I could have simply turned and ran . . .
. . but I didn't have the energy, my health was in a shit ridden condition!
There has been all kinds of the stuff flying around recently, some of it not very aromatic I can assure, or maybe reassure, you, which is your preference? You catch my inference? I won't go into detail, there really is no point, but there is perhaps one lesson to be discerned here:
OK, so the fact is that I acknowledged that shit happens and life, in its endearing wisdom (ha, ha, don't make me laugh), decided to teach me a lesson . . even though I acknowledged that shit happens only in jest . . suddenly I started to experience some real bad shit man, hear what I'm sayin? Which, for some strange reason, reminds me of . . .
Rastafarianism:Let's smoke this shit.
. . . which you should never do my children . . .
. . and I don't . .
Psychologists tell us that, "We become what we think about", and I've never argued with that . . so maybe I spent too much time focused on the possibility that shit could happen? What do you think . . or is it all simply a coincidence that shit only began to happen once I had acknowledged it on here for a period of time, hm? There you go, it's a psychological fact folks . . .
Psychology(ism?):When shit happens, it's because you've been thinking about shit too much!
Well, what's happened has happened, no point crying over shit happening, is there? Better to face up to it and move on . . .
. . but what about Parapsychology, the branch of psychology that deals with the investigation of purportedly psychic phenomena, as clairvoyance, extrasensory perception, telepathy, and the like?
Parapsychology:Shit happens without material causes!
Hey look, I no longer feel like acknowledging that shit happens, not even in jest . . . just in case . . . know what I mean? I seem to have ordered up some bad cosmic shit, so I figure that in . . .
Cosmic Ordering: Shit only happens when you acknowledge it, so don't; put in a better order next time!
Maybe I need a good dose of Positive Thinkers Medicine (or Positive Mental Attitude), to convert me into more of an optimist because in . . .
Optimism:If shit happens, we'll find a way to use it.
Wow, writing that has made me realise that I've obviously been far too pessimistic these past few weeks, however, in . . .
Pessimism: If shit happens, there won't be enough for everybody.
. . . believe me, there will be . . .
. . want me to share some with you?
Anyway, I'm here to tell you that there is no such thing as shit that happens for no reason. You may choose to disagree, fair enough, I have no problems with that whatsoever . . you go right on acknowledging what you like, and if you need someone to turn the fan on for you . . .
This has been the return of The Wayward Yogi, who would simply like to say that it's good to be back home in Blogger Ville ;-)
Inmy last post we looked at the deep and meaningful philosophy known simply as "Shit Happens", and you may remember that we discovered that Taoism simply perceives that shit does indeed happen, which, very surprisingly, wasn't even contested by our resident expert on Taoism, Ta Wan! Indeed, he made no comment at all, and I would very much like to take this opportunity to ask him if he has his very own shit happening hidden up his sleeve that could be shared with us? Well, have you? Or is Taoism really that uninteresting? ;-P No doubt, in due course, he'll tell me just how many yogi's it takes to change a light bulb whilst sitting inverted in the full lotus position; and with shit happening . . .
Yes, it was Suzanne Foxton who gave us several examples of how many Taoists and Buddhists it takes to change a light bulb . . .
How many Taoists does it take to change a light bulb?
None. They wait for the light bulb to change itself, and eventually, resign themselves to darkness.
How many Confucianists does it take to change a light bulb?
Well, the number it takes isn't important, as long as the process is a model of social order.
How many Buddhists does it take to change a light bulb?
It never gets changed. But the Buddhist may well attain enlightenment upon contemplation of the dilemma of changing or not changing the light bulb.
How many Zen Buddhists does it take to change a light bulb?
None: the unchanged light bulb is perfect as it is.
Well I happen to agree with that one, ha, ha . . . someone else can change the fecking thing! ;-)
OK, how many Suzanne Foxton's does it take to change a light bulb guys? It doesn't, in fact it takes no one in particular . . . apparently! Which is nice . . .
Right, getting back on track with that other shit we were discussing, Confucianism revealed that Confucius, he say: "Shit Happens", (what, like light bulbs blowing?), which is no improvement at all on our Taoist dilemma. What is wrong with these Orientals, don't they have a sense of humour? (hey, I'm just kidding with you). What would Lau Tzu have said about all this shit happening? He may have said there was no shit happening at all, or that shit is simply the way . . . on the other hand he might have said:
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, usually because shit has already happened, well let's face it, there's never a good reason to have to walk that far."
Obviously much has been lost in translation . . . and the journalist was also having trouble keeping up with him at the time!
Now, the Buddhist philosophy is a little more interesting:
If shit happens, then it isn't really shit.
Well if it isn't really shit, what is it? Oh, I see, they mean that it's only our perception of the event that is shit!
Come to think of it, that's a fair point, and a possibility worth our consideration. I mean, look, we all experience events in our lives don't we, but . . . humour me here . . . maybe the event itself isn't a problem, maybe it is our perception of the events in our lives that creates all our problems . . . what do you think, is that a possibility worth contemplating? Perhaps events happen, but faulty perception turns the event into shit happening, and not only shit that is happening, but happening to me. That's right, we take shit personally, and that could be mankind's real problem!
It is World Cup year, so, are you keeping score here? It seems to me to be a score line of one goal to Buddhism, and pretty much zero goals to Taoism and Confucianism . . . ha, ha . . . maybe someone in the know should score a couple of goals on their behalf? ;-) (wink, wink).
Of course Zen gave us a beauty with "What is the sound of shit happening?"Rizal, in his commentary told us, and I quote:
"A thoughtful koan: "What is the sound of shit happening?"
Okay Doug...you've brought out in my inner adolescent.
What's the sound of one shit happening?
Which I have to admit, made me smile . . . in a totally puerile sort of way of course :-)
So, Zen scored a couple of goals courtesy of Rizal and Shinzen. Buddhism pretty much scored it's own goal, but not an own goal, and that was without any help from a friend . . but what about Lau Tzu, the other Taoists and Confucius, anything for them so far? No, not even a light bulb or two . . .
Anyway, it would appear that 1yogi2many has had a very negative effect upon the mental health of several members of Blogger Ville, but hopefully things will improve from now on!
So, let us move on to . . .
Hinduism: "This shit has happened before."
. . . and not forgetting . . .
Islam: "If Shit happens, it is the will of Allah."
. . . which is undeniable, so don't even go there! And finally today . . .
Homerism: "Why does shit always happen to me? D'oh!"
No one in their right mind would deny Homer Simpson his right to figure prominently amongst the great philosophers of the (cartoon) world, especially when communicating the happenings of shit; and so he has been rightfully put where he belongs.
In my next post, which is your next fix, there will be plenty more shit happening, so don't put your foot in it by missing it! It may, however, take a couple of days to arrive because I'll be going on vacation with the children.
That's it for now from . . .
1light-bulb2few (with a need to pop to the hardware store) Yogi!
PS. I was, of course, going to move onto the whole light bulb thing once I'd exhausted allthis shit that's happening here, but unfortunately Suzanne mentioned them first, but that's OK cos shit like that happens! ;-)
PPS. There is of course the seed of an equal, or greater, opportunity hidden within the shit that just happened; there always is if you'll just look for it, as demonstrated by all the shit you've just read here
It 's that great philosopher, and fictional character, Forrest Gump who seems to be most famous for saying that "Shit happens", although Shit happens is a common slang phrase. It is used as a simple existential observation that life is full of imperfections, or "C'est la vie". The phrase is an acknowledgment that bad things happen to people for no particular reason, or so it seems to them, ahemmm! There are also minced oath forms, such as "stuff happens" or "it happens" . . . even "shift happens", apparently :-)
Anyway, shit definitely does happen, which is why so many people have a ready made excuse for their unhappy whining and whinging ways, ha, ha . . yes, it is all about that word perspective, but for now, well, who gives a shit? Don't answer that, because I obviously don't ;-) Look, if you're interested in discovering a new understanding of perspective and awareness I recommend visiting this link to C. Om's blog; he brings great clarity to the subject.
What is this leading to? It's leading to a philosophical look at the phrase shit happens, and it's going to be an ongoing, day to day perusal that will keep being added to, one blog post at a time, a day at a time . . .
. . . until it comes to its climax, which will definitely hit the spot! So, make sure you come here everyday to get a fix of shit happens . . . it is definitely the best shit in town!
Here is your first fix . . .
Taoism: "Shit happens."
Confucianism: "Confucius say: Shit happens."
Buddhism: "If shit happens, it isn't really shit"
Zen: "What is the sound of shit happening?"
OK, you're bright, you've got the idea by now, right? It's meant to be a light hearted look at different philosophical approaches. If the four philosophies above did not make you at least smile out loud then maybe you're in the wrong place . . but that's alright, it's not all wrong, you either get this shit or you don't ;-)
PS. You may have seen this shit elsewhere before now, that's ok, it's not brand new shit, but it's still worth a smile a day :-)
The other day I was driving in my car, and listening to my music on the CD player whilst making a journey to see my children . . .
Hold on did I just say, I? My car? My music? My Children? Ha, ha . . don't you just love our misuse of words? I'll start again ;-)
The car was being driven. Being was at the wheel. Driving was happening, a CD was playing, music was happening . . the journey was unfolding. All there was, was the unfolding of this
OK, I'm writing retrospectively, of something that is now only a memory, and as I sit here writing . . . there is nothing else. Yesterday is no more. Unfolding of being is, and it is the unfolding of words on a blog post. As this unfolds in your psyche, there is nothing else, only this. This is the unfolding of reading these words, and the sitting on that seat. Is this too simple for the mind to accept?
I have a mind to tell you that there is no mind. That's right, there is no such thing as you having a mind, which, by default, also means that those thoughts you're so attached to in the psyche are not yours either . . . there's a real smile going on here in this One-ness through which these words are unfolding :-) . . .
. . . but 'no mind', means exactly that; no individual mind. There may well be thought happening, but in liberation there is no ownership of those thoughts. Who is driving the car when driving is happening? No one, driving is certainly happening, but in liberation there is 'no individual' driving it, no individual takes ownership of the car or the driving; there is only the appearance of driving taking place. Being is at the wheel, apparently :-), sorry but these words that keep flowing out of nothingness keep this silly smile on this silly face . . a face that one no longer take ownership of, ha, ha . . some other poor soul can do that ;-)
And what of 'my children', how can one Not take ownership of them? How can one not be attached to ones offspring? Look, in liberation, parenting continues right on as before . . but without taking ownership; for the child is simply oneness happening . . unconditionally.
In liberation everything is seen to be the unfolding of nothingness as everything, and this is simultaneously unconditionally loving.
So, one communicates this here, like a finger pointing towards the distant moon, but actually, in reality, the moon is also within, the external child is also One. There is no separation, no individuality . . . except when one thinks there is; and in so doing one separates . . and makes two . . when, in reality, there is only one. But . . .
One already knows this, doesn't one?
It is through attachment to what appears to be external stimuli, that one takes ownership of words such as mind and thought . . turning them into mine, when there is only, in reality, one-ness . . hmmm?
In liberation, I am no more, and one is everything and nothing all at
I would like to thank all of you for turning up here, some of you on a regular basis, many of you on a sporadic basis . . . but most of you, um . . . once in a blue moon? ;-)
Yes, well, many thanks to all.
In recent months there has been a shift taking place within this being known as Doug McMillan. It's been such a shift that I have had less and less to write on this particular blog! I have no intention of giving it up, I do enjoy writing on the subject of Unity, liberation, oneness, wholeness and being-ness, but recently I have also found myself preparing another blog. I didn't plan it, it simply happened. So please, don't ask me why I've started a new blog, there is no why, it is simply an unfolding of being.
My new blog is simply called . . . the fruit of life. . . and it is about, um, fruit? Well yes . . . and no!
It's about ways. Ways? Yes, ways . . . ways to enjoy life and living. There are ways in which each of us can enjoy the fruit of our everyday life, ways to improve our state of wellbeing, and our physical, psychological and emotional health. My new blog is a way for each of us to share tips and tricks that will help us to get more out of life and living . . .
. . . but it's much more than that. I'll be letting my natural characteristics, my Quirky Sense of Humour, have free reign here; it's a blog for everyone, the language is appropriate for a wider audience and it is meant to be light hearted. So, yes, sorry but there will be many very bad puns, jokes, and quirky comments I'm afraid, and I'll have you (perhaps) laughing one moment, and groaning the next; but it's all meant to be good natured and fun loving innocence. There will also be aha moments, andmessages of truth to be found within my posts. It's a work in progress, aren't most blogs? And it will no doubt evolve in due course . . . into what? I have no idea!
It would be great if some, if not all of you wonderful people, would follow my new blog . . . but please only do so if you find it of real value. My first post is entitled: