Saturday, 26 May 2012

Legends Are Made....Not Born


I fear a life without meaning. I am afraid of being swept away by the sands of time without leaving some sort of unique mark, some symbol that I was here at one point. That fear can be dangerous if not kept in check but it has nonetheless propelled me to strive for excellence in my life. Above credentials, I believe in contribution. As an academic always striving for the truth, it is my duty to contribute my thoughts as so many have done before me. Recently, I created the term ‘Psychosynosis’ and its theoretical orientation. Literally translated from the ancient Greek, it means a union of our soul/mind with knowledge and reason from different areas to create a higher form of self-understanding. I am very proud of this theory and firmly believe in the possibilities inherent to its application. However, the question may still arise: what can it do? It involves mental flexibility, awareness, discovery, choice, knowledge, connection and understanding but what does it look like when applied? I intend to answer that here.

Recently, I viewed an archived video on the TED website from 1972 where Viktor Frankl discusses his theory on meaning in life. Frankl was an Austrian neurologist and psychiatrist as well as a Holocaust survivor. The experiences he endured lead him to develop his existential theory called ‘Logotherapy’ and he argued for the importance of meaning in people’s lives. He realized that even in the most horrid conditions, meaning could provide the silver lining people need to get through their circumstances. Many of his brilliant and inspired thoughts ring true even to this day but what struck me more than that was how I could suddenly make connections between what he said and other areas of life I was familiar with. You wouldn’t think that I would start making bi-directional connections to Shakespeare and modern day mythology, but there is an underlying current beneath Frankls words which seems to resonate throughout life.

Viktor Frankl attempted to illuminate his concept of meaning by analogizing between his recent flight instructors’ advice during pilot lessons and how we perceive a person’s potential. He uses the example of going from point A to point B in a straight line, or west to east. The instructor told him that if he encounters a cross-wind, and he continues on route in a straight line, he will end up below his targeted destination and get dragged down with the wind. So, he should fly north and tilt the plane up, that way he will end up at the desired location straight ahead which he originally intended. This allows you to compensate for the winds of fate, as it were. Frankl would contend that this is true of life in general and when treating a man (forgive the phalocentric representation; it was the 70s). He said that if you take him as he is and ignore his need for meaning; you make him worse, make him frustrated and denigrate his potential. However, if you overestimate his being, you will end up promoting him to what he truly can be. He further states that we need idealism in a sense; because that is the only way we can get at the true, real essence of what he is capable of, his pure potential. A wondrous guide to our ‘Ultimate Selves’. 

Frankls notion of idealism has a ring of truth in it and can be traced back even to Shakespeare’s own words. However, his path to self-realization or the evolution of potential was to align himself to an ideal which cloaked our humanity. One of his famous quotes from Twelfth Night:

Conceal me what I am and be my aid; for such disguise shall become the form of my intent.”

What Shakespeare is saying here, is that when man becomes unable to achieve the impossible, he must graft himself to something higher. This will both hide his human vulnerability and take the form of his virtuous intentions so he can evolve into his ultimate self. It will allow him to morph into something beyond the mortal flesh and move beyond the fragility of human existence. He will become one with what he intends to achieve. This one sentence is the epicenter behind one of the most well-known, critically acclaimed and embellished examples of modern day mythology: the legend of Batman.

The story of Bruce Wayne has been well-documented through his origin in comic books, to TV shows, animation and the recently popular film franchise directed by visionary Christopher Nolan. As a young boy, he witnesses the murder of both his parents by a common street mugger and vows to never let the same injustice happen again. So, he dons the cape and cowl as a masked vigilante who stalks crime from the shadows. He employs a state of the art arsenal, supreme physical conditioning and a mind that would rival Sherlock Holmes himself. However, at his core he is still human. He possesses no special power and in many ways, is one of the more physically vulnerable super heroes in comic books. After years of wandering, training and soul searching he decides to pursue this lifestyle. However, he recognizes his vulnerability and mortality during his first year as the dark knight. In the first few months of fighting crime, Bruce attempts to do the impossible as a mere man. With nothing but a ski mask, black sweater, basic tool belt and some martial arts, he would find that being a vigilante is not as easy as it looks. He realizes he is not ready yet and more importantly, criminals know he is just another man with the same mortal weaknesses.......they did not FEAR him. They did not yet have a reason to fear him. In the film adaptation of the story, Bruce remembers what someone once told him: A vigilante is just a man lost in the scuffle.....he can be killed, destroyed, locked up......but if you make yourself MORE than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal......then you become something else entirely: A LEGEND. Bruce would soon realize that as a man, there was not much he could do. However, as a symbol shrouded in mystery, he could do more. He could instill fear in the hearts of those criminals who align themselves with the darkness and shadows by evolving into something else. He chose the bat as a symbol because that is what he was afraid of as a child. Ironic isn’t it? To evolve into something more than you are, by becoming that which you fear to instill the very same in your adversary. To create a symbol shrouded in darkness and mystery, to BE the unknown. Now, criminals would have to deal with something they did not know, and therefore could not understand. They had to look over their shoulders while in the shadows and wonder if someone was hunting THEM. They had a very real reason to be afraid. The rest as they say is history.

Whether its Viktor Frankls’ idea of overestimation leading to a realization of potential, or Shakespeare’s call of aid in an external identity or Bruce Wayne’s evolution through iconography....the common denominator is meaning and personal growth. The same lack of meaning haunts us in the present and the same lesson applies to us all, which has managed to slice through time, literature, history, fiction and reality. The same call for meaning cries out from all of us as we try and find our way in the world. The same frustration at what we are, the same desire for what we can and should be. The same need for personal growth and evolution of our true potential. The same answer lying in three men, three stories, three dimensions. The same theme which connects all three forms of knowledge to help us reach a higher state of self-understanding. The same place where we lose ourselves in purpose but find ourselves in meaning. That my friends, is what Psychosynosis looks like.

Monday, 9 April 2012

My Talisman for Times of Trial and Tribulation

There have certainly been some rough spots in my life recently. Rejection, the feelings of failure and shame, even a loss on direction. However, a strange lack of guilt pervades my being as I remember that it is not by lack of effort but lack of opportunity which has steered me to a different place. There is no one who worked harder and I know in my heart, I did the very best I could. Not too many people can honestly say they have no regrets but in that respect, I truthfully have none. A strange yet peaceful feeling. I know what I must do, yet I am uncertain of how to get there. I have decided that steps will be taken and I must seek counsel of those who have helped me in the past. In the meantime, I have remembered that I carry with me the past words of a wiser self who still resides in me somewhere. It is there where I must find strength and deliberation to plan my next move and find courage in facing the future. My friend and fellow life coach Halrene (whom I very much recommend!) suggested I write two letters during one of our sessions: one to my past self and the other to my inner critic. Here is what resulted in my efforts.........


Letter 1: My Past Self
This is a letter to the boy I once was. I am the man you will become one day. I thought it would be nice to sit down and have a little chat. We have always been in contact and we know where everything stands, but sometimes it’s nice to sit down and actually say these things. It’s been a long hard road hasn’t it? People sometimes tell us it’s just begun; ironic that they don’t know how much has been crammed in already. They have eyes but they do not see. I suppose it was worth the drive though. You have turned into someone people are supposedly proud to know. It’s certainly much appreciated and although I have demons to contend with just like everyone else, I feel like I have developed equilibrium with my past. I have severed the ties that burn but kept the parts that have taught me what’s important in life. I suppose it’s a strange thing not to want to let go of a past that is filled with pain. People often look at me quizzically when I say that. Some things cannot be erased and there is some pain that time cannot mend; some hurts that go too deep. Pain is something like fear or anger; it cannot be abolished completely but it can be put in its place. It CAN work: through YOU. I don’t want to let go of a certain part of what I have been through, a certain part of you: my past self. It is that which gave rise to who I am today, to the tools which make me feel confident. Not that I can face everything without fault but that if I do fall, I can pick myself up again. That is the secret. Buddhism tells us that suffering lies in desire. The desire to get rid of pain is a distant cousin and shadow of the same greed which causes us suffering to begin with. A vicious cycle which is cloaked in a noble attempt to escape that which gives us pain. However, it is not the pain which we need to deal with. Pain is a common denominator of human existence and like it or not, it is here to stay. It is our inability to deal with pain which must be addressed. The ability to take what we have been through and like a diamond in the ruff, clean it off, chip away the rough edges and find something beautiful. Easier said than done but if it wasn’t difficult, it wouldn’t be worth doing right? 

One day, during an important period in your life, you will say this: “I seek not an end to the path, only the tools to stride in peace.” These words will become very important in your life one day and will represent a turn in the tide. The annunciation of truth and lightening captured in a bottle. I wish I could sit down with the boy I was for a little while; outside time and space where such things don’t matter. I wish I could tell you that everything will be all right, even through the bad times where hope seems to be a luxury you can’t afford. But the truth is I can’t because I am all that’s left of what you once were. I suppose another way of looking at it: I’ve evolved from what I once was but had to let go of some pieces. So this will have to do. I want you to know that you will not turn into who you fear, that you will meet tremendous people and do great things your heart values. Know that no matter what you go through, good or bad, no matter what happens: I know who you really are and I am very proud of you. Stay true to who we are and whenever you feel alone or in pain, always remember the truth in Phillip Brooks words: Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle, but YOU shall be the miracle.”

Love,
Louis

Letter 2: My Inner Critic
Recently I sat down and had a productive chat with my past self and have decided that I will now speak with you: my inner critic. The one who suffers from two related diseases: ‘too much’ and ‘too little’. You have a track record of judging by these simplistic scales and being the devil on my shoulder. Fortunately there is an archangel on the other side. You tell me I am only as good as the world allows me to be; yet each time you say this, it is disproved by a time of compassion, warmth and understanding which defies the odds. Your presence is much like that of evil, pain and anger.  You cannot be abolished completely but you can be put in your place. It is said that evil often wins but seldom conquers. Much the same way, you have had times where you managed to corrupt my reason and rob me of my hope for brief periods of time. Moments where your judgment is deafening and the words seem to be all there is. However, much like Aretha Franklin once sang, “You can steal a crown from a king, break an angels wings, but you’re never going to break my faith....NEVER.”

The times of pain and hurt which you call failure have been cast into the light of truth. Revealed for what they really are. The truth is that they molded and shaped me into the man I am today. While you continue to remind me of the stern truth that I am not perfect, I remind YOU that I don’t want to be. I remind you that I am still proud of who I have become. My past was simply ‘baptism under fire’ and through that comes the only thing that really matters in this world: self-respect. Your close relatives: fear, anger, shame and pain; they still exist but they do not represent the giant beast which once stood before me. They are now a swarm which can be dangerous if not kept in check, but otherwise represent only an annoying hindrance. The truth is that I STILL have a job to do. I still have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. The truth is you will not stop me and you have already failed too many times to count. Much like evil, you win a few battles but very seldom do you win a war. The truth is that you have tried many times in the past and the one thing all those attempts share in common? FAILURE. You have failed each time. While the price of freedom remains eternal vigilance and I cannot let my guard down, you will not get in my way. I respectfully refuse to give up or give in.....I will NOT stop.....

Sincerely,
Louis


I am very proud of my past efforts, strength and courage. I am also very proud of these two pieces of writing and will carry them with me always, especially in times of trial and tribulation. A special thank you to Harlene and all those souls who have shown be kindness! My strength has often come from you......

To learn how to pick ourselves back up.....that is why we fall......