Wednesday, March 29, 2006

The Satanic Verses

Remember the Satanic Verses controversy with Salmon Rushdie?

Well, if not, here is the quick overview: An author of middle-Eastern dissent that writes a poetic book of fiction. Groups of Islamists, most who didn't read the entire work, found some of the content blasphemous and offensive to Islam, and called for Mr. Rushdie's death. It sent such a maelstorm of controversy and fervor throughout the world that Rushdie had to go in hiding. Even today, Mr. Rushdie has to live wondering what will happen when he turns on the key to his car.

Let's fast forward to today:

Returning from the gym tonight, I stopped to pick up my mail from my complexes mailroom. On the bulletin board, slick and shiny; shaped like a ticket to some cool event was a small flyer emblazoned with the words, "EXPOSING The Davinci Code."

One of our local churches in Williamson County, TN (The Oasis something or other) is having some speaker in for an event refuting the Davinci Code.

I'm not going to make this a long post, because I really don't want to rehash my thoughts about the collective consciousness of insanity, our culture's penchant toward leasing out our thought processes, and just simply put: the lukewarm timidity of "the church" and their paranoid fear of anything that doesn't square concretely with everything they believe, resulting in a morbid defense of the truth. And, after all, I simply believe that the Truth needs no defense.

I write about all of these in earlier Winchell World posts.

Back to the subject: Like millions, I read the Davinci Code. I loved it. At no point did I believe that the history of Jesus and the validity of the church was being raped. As a matter of fact, I think the book is a great WORK OF FICTION

Here's a guy literally criminalized by extremists, most who haven't read the book, just for simply writing a novel. It is the new, "Satanic Verses." Except this time, it is the Christian extremists trying to kill the author. Not with guns and knifes, but with uninformed, well-organized and methodical insanity.

Rarely do I write so quickly and bluntly without elaborating. But, tonight I do.

Why aren't the authors of all the Christian fiction books being pointed out? Why aren't the writers of "Left Behind," being ripped apart in seminars? I'll tell you why: They fit the Christian Industrial and Distribution complex. They met the criteria. Although those books are no more truthful than the "Davinci Code," they fit the mold.

Well, there's a little rant for the evening. Enjoy life. Happy Thursday.

Thank You,

Scott

Monday, March 13, 2006

CULTS, WAR AND THE LOVE OF ALL


CULTS, WAR AND THE LOVE OF ALL
As typical with life, so much happens every moment that there rarely seems time to chronicle the things that I want to share with the world. The past two weeks have brought quite a bit: A wonderful trip to Chicago, great music, challenges of competition, dance, and the always present mortal fiber that faces each of us every moment: Death.
Instead of dreaming of immense writings that offer volumes of prose exploring each one of these situations, I want to write a work that molds these experiences into an expression of the outcome. That outcome is that I am a little more open to the people and the places that surround me (thank you for allowing me to borrow that line Neil Peart). Perhaps a little less constricted by the walls of negativity and free to the possibilities of acceptance and tolerance.
I definitely have opinions, I definitely have thoughts. But whether you find community and fellowship within a church, synagogue, mosque, mother earth, friends, Dance World, rock concerts or with personal solace-my dream is that we can all grow in those communities without assumptions and judgement.

Community does not assume the need to have legislated rules. It does not assume the requirement of "It's my way or the highway." Community is like-minded and like-hearted people welcoming and building up each other during our travels through this life. People and friends that are together with us, without the need to degrade, judge or "send to hell," or "save" others who may not be like-minded with you. Peace and grace to everyone. Enjoy these thoughts:
PART 1:
If there is one thing that I have witnessed continually, especially over the past several weeks, it is that this universe is simply too big and perplexing to live as separated agents of our own device. Being around unfamiliar people, places and ideas gives a person two choices: resist with the war of ideology where the main strategy is to prove the other person wrong. Or, live with an open heart and mind, accepting people with no assumptions. Unfortunately, most of us resist with assumptions and judge people without knowing one thing about them. This causes us to miss the beautiful essence of this creation: We are all connected and in the same boat.

St. Patrick's weekend was a time where I lived in Chicago for a few hours. On Saturday, a visit to the Museum of Contemporary Art surrounded me in an environment of people, art, thoughts and dreams. I stepped back and just sucked the vibes of all these different people into me. It felt good, connected and together. Although I knew no one, we were all together with no animosity, hatred, pre-judgement or need for wrong ideas. We just, were.


A few hours later, that same day my friends and I found ourselves in a surreal setting where nearly 100,000 people joined together in voicing their support for bringing our troops home from the war in Iraq and their opinion that this war is needless. With hundreds, possibly thousands, of Chicagoland police in full riot gear on one side of us, and the marchers on the other, we found ourselves as the only people in a sort of weird de-militarized zone, almost invisible to all in the middle of this. What struck me is that there were no problems. People, both marchers, spectators, police accepted everyone.

With acceptance, we all get along. Removing the need to be right all the time destroys the need to build up walls between us. The purposed action of causing no harm results in a simple result where the truth is illuminated. After all, the truth needs no defense; and it is apologetics for any philosophy that is a clear signal that something is awry with that very philosophy.

There is no institution, no war, no set of rules or doctrine that will change society. It is the people. In 1994, Peter Drucker wrote the following in a article for The Atlantic:
"It is the social transformations, like ocean currents deep below the hurricane-tormented surface of the sea, that have had the lasting, indeed the permanent, effect. They, rather than all the violence of the political surface, have transformed not only the society but also the economy, the community, and the polity we live in. "

The continued situation in Iraq will not cause betterment. It will be social transformation that comes from the people. Yes, it is distinctly possible that a "freedom bringing" force may open doors for more of the people to be heard against tyranical ideoligists, but ultimately, war does not bring permanent, positive, spiritual, connected change.

Spiritual change does not come with war against culture or the legislation of morality. Bombs of belief that gut our minds with the idea of separate worlds between love and hate erode the opportunity to affect positive change. Hate is our neighbor as much as love is our roomate. Walls will not make our neighbor go away (just look at the wars through history). Love will conquer all. But the eradication of hate will not happen by resistance to it's existence.

From an early age most of us are pronounced guilty of simply being born who we are. We lock ourselves in a prison of misidentity that girds us in solitary confinement as we attempt to surrender to "heavenly"powers in an effort to receive early parole from this caged hell. Being fed the notion that we don't belong here; that we are 'strangers & aliens' misplaced not by purpose, but by the guilt associated with us for the crime of being born, we subscribe to monolithic dreams of golden roads paved with the warfare of armageddon rain that will bring us to a hall of victory, where we can live in a grand mansion of unearthly array forever and ever, amen.

This prison is a separate world fit perfectly with the alms of western democracy, where we are on our own to win or lose, live or die, breathe or suffocate; and whatever the outcome, "it's our own damn fault."

But we aren't created that way; separate. We are connected. Each one of us, together in some fashion or form. We are all in the same boat. We can deny this all we want, but to paraphrase a recent "guru" post: "Just because the blind person say's 'the sky isn't blue' doesnt make them right."

Community, fellowship, and friendship; these types of connectedness are built outside of politics, plans and strategies. They are human things. No institution on earth can cater to the matters of soul with programs. In the words of my friend, Kenny, "It isn't one size fits all." Therefore, no matter how much our institutions such as government or church try to create "programs" that fill needs, they will ultimately fall short in serving the progress of community. Sure, good things may happen and people may be helped by these programs, but they are pieces of a puzzle that fall morbidly short of providing the connectedness that our true being requires.

When I see faddish signs adorn the lawns of our southern bible arenas emblazoned with advertisements such as, "Divorce Recovery," or "Youth Quake," I am reminded how these are really no more than social welfare programs doled out by an industrial complex that survives by telling the domestication story I wrote about earlier in this prose. My favorite is the billboard that reads, "Wear Jeans to Church." The assumption that "People are getting divorced, this is bad, let's fix it" It sounds very familiar to the template that purports most agressive military actions in the world. But, the battlefield here is the soul. And, you find similar things in almost every organized political and religious complex; it's not just christianity.

I have no doubt in my mind that many people are helped, and find community within these programs and institutions, just as much as I believe people are helped by welfare at some points. But, again, it isn't one size fits all.


If you find community in these types of institutions, peace to you. I wish you nothing but fulfillment and happiness. But please don't tell the world they have to believe like you, and hold it against them if they don't. "But, Scott, that goes against the 'Great Commission'". Maybe so, but that 'Great Commission' is sadly outdated and comes off more like a spiritual attack on an unarmed, peaceful country.

"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us 'Universe,' a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a fewpersons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is initself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security." -- Albert Einstein
On a lighter note, The Cult concert in Chicago rocked. Here are captions from the photos above that I have smattered throughout this writing:
1) The Cult played a sold out show at Chicago's Vic Theatre on St. Patrick's Day. Spun with social and spiritual consciousness and a firestorm onslaught of power, Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy did not disappoint. This was the seventh time I have been blessed to see The Cult. They are my favorite rock band, and this was definitely the most fun and satisfying Cult experience of those seven concerts.
2) Chicago, Chicago. What a great city. What great vibes and people. Sure, I only saw a very small part, but it is awesome to be around diversity and immensity. It is beautiful and intimidating at the same time.
3) War protest. March 18th saw 70,000-100,000 anti-war demonstrators march down Michigan avenue. I have never witnessed anything like this upfront and personal. This was a very surreal scene, and also very peaceful. My personal take is that people all over the world are sick and tired of out of touch folks calling the shots. Whether Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Israel, Palestine or the U.S.A., decisions being made by corrupt governments that don't represent the people are wearing thin on people's spirits and patience.
Thank You,
Scott

Sunday, March 05, 2006

DANCIN' FOOL


"Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behindCause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t danceWell they’re are no friends of mineI say, we can go where we want to, a place where they will never findAnd we can act like we come from out of this worldLeave the real one far behind,And we can dance"
-"Safety Dance"-Men Without Hats

How fragile we are, yet stoic and stable we portray. Like a towering spectacle of concrete, glass and steel that hovers over a city of this world; yet one fissure, one miniscule fault can rear it's destined purpose and topple it all.


I have been taking advantage of this wonderful world of ballroom dancing. Yes, it's beginning to catch on like wildfire, but my involvement with it didn't begin with it's popularity at all. Over the past several months I have been taking lessons (Waltz, Tango, Cha-Cha, Fox Trot, Swing, Rumba, Mambo). Without a doubt, this pursuit has been the most challenging athletic venture in my life, as well as the most challenging social endeavor I have embarked upon.

Last Saturday night I went to my first "social dance". It is a great event where tons of people from all walks of life get together and practice what they have been learning in their respective worlds of dance. There are pro's, there are novices. There are singles, couples, older, younger, crazy, sane, and all other points to and fro.

People come to socialize. People come to meet new people because they are tired of the same old same old, boring social scene of their own world. People come for any number of reasons, the most common being that they just want to dance.

It is not unlike what I know a high-school dance to have been. Music, girls, the risky feeling of wondering if the girl you want to dance with will actually accept the invitation.

Now, I am a person that can literally stand in front of 10,000 people and not feel an ounce of fear. I love dealing with new, scary situations. Rejection really doesn't bother me because I feel it at some level every day of my life. I am used to it. But, for some reason, the Saturday night dance was the most panic-striking, horrifying social venture that I have experienced. New environment with none of the people from my private life. A novice dancer who has never tried any of my lessons in a public setting. The risk of rejection. No matter what all of the particulars, to dance in this setting one must have a partner. That means asking. That means the risk of rejection.

FAST FORWARD: I made it through the dance without losing my mind, and actually had a good time and felt wonderful. It was like I took the first step up a mountain to realize that it actually is possible to do reach the precipice; even if it takes one step at a time.

"Dance World," has opened up a door for me that I have been seeking the key to for years. New people with common interests. Active people who like to take risks. Fun people who's social lives are not always centered around drugs and booze. I have even made a recent comment to a friend of mine that "Dance World is my new Church." I have a teacher, go to great classes, meet new people every week with a curiosity that is fresher than the air in a Montana sky.

I went to my dance lessons during the week with new confidence and happiness. My Tuesday class was so cool and fun. My teacher, Krisa and I worked on Cha-Cha, and by the middle of my class, I was leading spinning and just having the time of my life.

I was even anticipating and looking forward to this Saturday's "social dance." I could not wait for Saturday night. Knowing nothing could stop my confidence, and just the idea that I was having more fun with dancing, and being a little less hard on myself for not being the best, I could not wait to be in that environment.

Last night, I decided that I would look nice. So I cleaned up and put on decent clothes pliable to the dance environment. I like looking nice and wearing decent, good clothes. Sometimes that is Diesel jeans and a rock band t-shirt. This night it was some dress pants and shirt. The fashion police definitely are not writing tickets for people who dress like shit, but I do this for myself. Therefore after donning my friends Perry Ellis, Kenneth Cole and Bachrach I hopped into the vehicle and headed to the Saturday night dance. Good mood, positive attitude, happiness. Absolutely no expectations of who I would meet or what would happen. I just was heading for a good time.

Upon arriving at Dance World and paying my money at the door, the next order of business is a short, 1-hour class they give to help people get some pointers and tips on one of the major dances that will be focused on at the night's dance. That night, Tango. The variety of newcomers and regulars would be brushing up on a dance that is very poignant and specific in it's presentation.

Although, I have been learning Tango for a couple of months, I don't get to practice much. Because of this I chose the "beginner" class, instead of "intermediate". The classes happen on the floor of the main ballroom (much like a roller rink floor), with the two groups splitting sides. Within seconds, I noticed that many of the people that are at the same level I am were in the "intermediate" class. But I really couldn't change at that point. Within several moments after that, I began having trouble concentrating and started to feel out of sorts.

When our teacher (an absolutely wonderful lady named Connie) began having us take partners, things really began falling apart for me. Dancing is a two person sport. There are two sides of the coin, and synchronicity, fluidity and compatibility is huge. But, no two people are alike. I am definitely not Jerry Rice or Drew Lachey; please don't hear me say this. I am new, young to dancing and by no means have any part of this mastered. But, the dance partners I got hooked with were not where I was at. Therefore, it slowed me down a bit and cut the quality and concentration of what I could do. That's not an excuse, it's just a fact.

Class continued, and I tried to glue my mind together by realizing that I needed to just focus and relax. Things went o.k., until the bomb dropped. There was a girl in our "beginner" class that I had recognized the week before, and I knew she had done the Tango before. I actually wanted to partner with her because I felt it would go smoother. So we did. And, when we hit the last pivot from Promenade, she stopped me and pointed out that my pivot was wrong. I listened, trying to figure out what I was doing. We did it again, same thing. I really didn't know what I was doing wrong. So I asked the teacher. I wasn't doing anything wrong. Nonetheless, when someone points that shit out, all hell breaks loose in my mind and the demons begin feasting on my confidence. Class was over.

Two minutes later, the dance began. Fun, great music, people. I grabbed a lady I knew from group classes and began the Tango. Within two minutes I was lost, confused and panicked. I left the dance floor ready to go home. Connie, the teacher, caught me and wouldn't let me leave. She worked with me on my Tango for a few seconds and helped restore a bit of confidence, but the damage had been done. Not by anyone else. But by me.

I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin’ every night
Hopin’ one day I might get it right
I’m a dancin’ fool, I’m aDancin’ fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,But I can’t compete,
’cause I’m aDancin’ fool, I’m aDancin’ fool
The disco folks all dressed upLike they’s fit to killI
walk on in ’n’ see ’em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin’They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commitMy social suicide,
I’m aDancin’ fool, I’m aDancin’ fool
The beat goes on
And I’m so wrong
The beat goes on
And I’m so wrong
excerpt from "Dancin' Fool" -Frank Zappa

The next 15-20 minutes of my life was spent in a living hell. The floor filled with beautiful people waltzing, rumba-ing and all other cool dances. On this night, it seemed that everyone was paired up but me, and that everyone was better than me. I had no one to dance with. My regular teacher wasn't there. Some other folks that I knew I could dance with weren't there, and I just didn't have the guns to face asking someone to dance, just to be told "no,"or to find out that I really suck and they don't want to dance with me anyway. I felt like curling up in a ball and hiding in a corner. But I didn't. I got in my car and left.

Minutes later, I spun toward the interstate and stopped. Screaming in my mind, "I'm not going to runaway like that!" I went back fully intent that I would not let my own mind and ego sabotage me with lies that aren't true; with visions that aren't real. I got back onto the floor, freaked out and left again.

When there's lightning - it always brings me down
Cause it's free and I see that it's me
Who's lost and never found
Feel the magic -feel it dancing in the air
But it's fear - and you'll hear
It calling you beware
There's no sign of the morning coming
There's no sight of the day
You've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark
-excerpt from Dio's "Rainbow in the Dark"

Confidence shattered by lies. Fun and intent blown by the wiring and condition of my mind. The fear of rejection slicing my wrists and bleeding me dry. The fear of rejection stealing and robbing me of the sunlight that warms my soul.

How we set ourselves up to fall. How I can let so much unreality that is happening in my own mind, not "theirs" destroy all that is good. This is sin. This is the "devil." We are told the "devil did it." Well, I'm sorry but he didn't. We don't need a devil when we're really good at destroying ourselves.

Am I a horrible dancer? "No." Do people think I suck? "No." honestly, they probably don't give a rat's ass one bit about me, nor care or think that much. What do I have to fear? The own craziness in my head.

So, what's the result, what's the answer? I don't know. I do know this though. I'm going back today. I am going to the Sunday Dance this afternoon and I am going to face it.