Time for an important 'Group hug'

Hi folks,

sorry it's been awhile (for more on that, read this)

Anyway... I recently reread my last post (Biscuit thrown out to the flow) and I despised a good chunk of it. I'd like to publically rebut myself a little bit. The content of the art class essay upset me the most.

Here's why:

First of all, I seem to claim that the philosopher Ken Wilber had somehow healed my existential enwie. Bullshit. If anything, he confused me even more by acting like he could solve my doubts about every single belief I've ever held on to. It was a dirty trick, and, although his next book on gender looks damn appealing, I may not forgive him too soon.

My good friend Paul Burdick sums up Wilber better than I: "Wilber's right about everything he claims is wrong, but he's wrong about everything he claims is right." Damn skippy.

Secondly, and way more importantly, I seem to box in an entire chunk of my life, poo-poo it, and claim it to be the affects of being "biten by the New Age bug". That load bullshit is actually probably more the 'Wilber infestation' talking than me. (Wilber knocks New Agers all the time...)
Well..........to hell with that! I think I've been a most beautiful energy-seeing, dream-exploring, love-inspiring, metadimension-exploring, destiny-seeking, world-saving little Aquarius. It's kinda sad that I've been so hard on this gentle and lighted part of my being. I've been quick to blame the troubles I've been having 'making it the real world' on these particular qualities of my personality. What if, instead, I learn to recognize that these qualities simply aren't meant to function as the basis in these 'real world' encounters. My ability to see energy fields around people might not help me to do my taxes, but that doesn't mean it still isn't useful in other circumstances or simply a beautiful thing. It just means that I should learn how to do my damn taxes; you know, cultivate those simple math skills, clear out the entropy a little bit, or maybe even bond with my father who happens to be a brillant accountant. sweet.

[Loving my wonderful past, all these awesome selves, my beautiful and funky belief systems (circa 1999-2002)]

ahhhhhhhhhh........
yay.... That feels much better. It's like love is pouring into my inner child or something.
Parts of my brain are signing peace treaties and throwing wild celebrations and making absurd construction plans.
ahhhhh.... so nice.

now, can I also forgive the part of me that wrote the essay, too?
hmmmmm..... ok, everybody now....
big group hug!!!!

Come on now, for real, I mean EVERYBODY- the essay writer, the critic, the doubter, the fearful one, the angry one, the self-loathing one, the loathing 'the self-loathing one' one, the loathing "the loathing 'the self-loathing one' one" one, the Catholic body-guilt guy, the grasping one, the rebellious one, everybody.....

"psst.... you know, Sean, this 'group hug' sounds a lot like green meme love ideals helping to ease the transition to the second tier yellow meme in which all stages of consciousness are understood to be the fundamental building blocks for the higher ones"- the Wilbur infested one

Damn you, Wilbur infested one.

(humph!)
oh....... ok!

You are so damn hopeful.

Oh, get over here ya big lug!!!!!