This is the personal website for Clinton Callahan, originator of Possibility Management, author of Radiant Joy Brilliant Love (being re-released in English in 2019 as Building Love That Lasts) (deutsch: Wahre Liebe im Alltag), Directing the Power of Conscious Feelings (deutsch: Die Kraft des bewussten Fühlens), Goodnight Feelings (deutsch: Gute Nacht Gefühle), Abenteuer Denken (only in deutsch), and numerous articles.
I support others to learn to provide authentic adulthood and archetypal initiatory processes empowering individuals to serve as their Archetypal Lineage in action.
I train trainers to be bridges to next culture. I train Trainer Trainers.
Next culture is archearchy.
Archearchy is the adulthood culture that naturally emerges after matriarchy and patriarchy have run their course. Archearchal cultures are regenerative, interdepending, networks of archetypally initiated adult women creatively collaborating with archetypally initiated adult men. Successful collaboration depends on Inner Permaculture, and on using Torus decision-making technologies instead of hierarchical power structures.
My Bright Principles are:
Integrity Clarity Possibility Love Initiation and High-Level-Fun
In 2018 Possibility Management celebrated its 20-year anniversary. I think we have a lot to be proud of. We also still have a lot to learn. You can see some of what we have created together here: http://PossibilityManagers.org
And... if you want to know my real opinion... I think you would have more 5 Body ecstasies if you build up enough Matrix through playing StartOver.xyz and doing authentic adulthood initiations that you take back your real voice, quit school, quit working for a corporation, become a seed, and deliver the services of your Archetypal Lineage to your village.
I love to...
People don't come out of nowhere. We grow out of a context of birth-culture and times. We are fruit from a garden of people, ideas and experiences. The results are the possibilities we can, in turn, create for others. I feel tremendous gratitude for how generously much I have been heartfully given and can, in turn, give away.
Taking on this challenge of sharing who has beneficially influenced my life - as a way of paying respects and honoring my good fortune rather than keeping it mysteriously secret - has forced me to acknowledge the volume and diversity of love showered upon me over the years.
I encourage you to try something similar, share about who has blessed you. It lightens the load of pretending you have figured it all out yourself.
Lee Lozowick published my books, sent me to France, took me to Spain (article) and India (article), introduced me to Claudio Naranjo (article) and Alexandro Jodorowsky (article), and wrote and sang some of my favorite songs. Lee could consistently do things that I could not do, such as keep his In-Box immaculately empty.
Lee's Teacher Yogi Ramsuratkumar
I had the good fortunate to be in Yogi Ramsuratkumar's radiant presence twice, both times in Lee's company and by Lee's invitation. The first time was with a group of 10 men on a 30 day pilgramage in Southern India, November/December 1990. The second time was a couple months before Yogi Ramsuratkumar passed in February 2001.
Lee's Friend Arnaud Desjardins
Almost every summer from 1995 until 2010 I was invited to visit the Ashram and students of this lovely, commited, intelligent, fiercely-sensitive man named Arnaud Desjardins. Arnaud would invite Lee Lozowick to deliver a week of question and answer sessions with Arnaud's students at his center called Hauteville in Southern France. Arnaud's dignity and nobility remains with me as an example to this day. It is no wonder that Arnaud was one of Lee's closest friends. He died in August 2011 not long after Lee died in November 2010.
Clinton and Virginia Callahan
It is amazing how you might grow up not wanting to be anything like your mom or your dad and you end up being unavoidably somehow like both of them...
My father Clinton Jr. brought his wife Virginia Carol Stipek, whom he called 'Jinny', and 3 sons, West, from the outskirts of Allentown, Pennsylvania to the outskirts of Los Angeles, California in a green Ford station-wagon with his aerodynamic hand-made cartop-sleeping-chamber we called 'The Thing' in 1957. I was five. I lost my little stuffed doggy on the way over. I stuffed him into a hole in the cement parking lot a a Motel while we went to breakfast and forgot to take him out afterwards. Forty-five minutes later I remembered... dad would not turn around... Doggy is probably still there.
Dad was a trouble-shooting mechanical engineer for McDonald Douglas aircraft company and related jobs most of his life. Mom was a... mom, and an amazing cook. She later became a librarian, a Job Corps teacher, and a Red Cross First Aid trainer.
In the first company I started, Computer Effects Company, I was an electro-mechanical engineer - just like my dad. Then I became a personal transformation trainer - just like my mom.
Virginia died in 2010. Clinton Jr. died in 2012.
Thomas 'Rick' Callahan
My brother Rick, was born just fifteen months after me.
When they brought him home from the hospital I lost my status as the single focus-of-attention of my proud parents. In this way he probably saved my life.
As we got older and Rick became a person to me rather than just 'my little brother', he was completely generous in accepting my apologies for being such an asshole older brother to him when we were kids.
Rick, a world-class sailor, who built a life that most people can only dream of, suddenly died of neck cancer 1 December 2016 in the home of Karen Kresch, my brother Lee's ex-wife.
In this photo Rick's sailboat 'Regardless' is peacefully anchored in the background at this pristine private coastline in the Sea of Cortez.
Lee William Callahan
Conversations with my brother Lee challenge the mind. Is he joking? Or does he know what he is talking about and is just being patient with me by staying humorous? For sure he is an edgeworker, disregarding all popular social values and living by self-established semi-Rastafarian conditions.
Lee is a fabulous cook and gardner, growing an orchard of olives in the Joshua Tree desert of Southern California. In this photo you can see his two genius daughters.
and other influential teachers and school friends
At Rolling Hills High School on the Palos Verdes Peninsula - a safe coastal suburb of Los Angeles, California - I stayed mostly invisible from 1967 to 1970. John McGeehee, my Physics teacher, reached out and invited me to do extra-credit experiments in the Physics Lab alone after hours and to show him my results. In this way I proved experimentally that gravitational mass and inertial mass are equivalent! Most people never discover this amazing thing about the design of this universe...
John's supportiveness influenced my choice to complete a BS Degree in Physics at Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo.
Other influential High School teachers include Mr. Medved (marine biology), and Mr. Van Waay (electronics).
At Malaga Cover Junior High School, I somehow knew that Mrs. Champion the math teacher, loved me. In those tough years this was a blessing.
And for some reason I can still remember the name of my first grade teacher Ms. Pinoniemi at Silver Spur Elementary School. This must mean something.
Influential school friends include Donny Worbeck, Mike Rafferty, David Teeter, Ross Van Orden, Jeremy Mucha, Johnny Rapillo, Danny Apoian, Bruce Shimizu, Doug Meyers, David Sweet, Luis Vandenberg, and my arch-enemy Jimmy Baumann.
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
In 1970, graduated from High School, escaped from my parents' bubble, and enrolled at California Polytechnic State University in San Luis Obispo, California, I scanned the announcement boards like a hungry man drools over a restaurant menu. What attracted me first was Transcendental Meditation.
For a couple of weeks I ate scavenged Saltine crackers topped with ketchup packets and a paste made of crushed walnuts that I collected from under trees around town. In this way I could use my food money to pay the $35 fee for my mantra initiation. I did TM of TM in AM and PM (Twenty Minutes of Transcendental Meditation in the morning (AM) and evening (PM) until I switched to the meditation style of the Paramahansa Yogananda school.
Dr. Hafemeister, tenured Cal Poly Physics Professor is competent, relational, kind, nonlinear, and famous for making outlandishly accurate back-of-the-envelope calculations that impressed both me and the US government.
Many people have heard the quote, "A jack-of-all-trades is master of none."
What these people overlook is that a jack-of-all-trades is master of the Jack-Of-All-Trades Trade, and this profession is particularly suited to serving as a transformational edgeworker building bridges to next culture.
David Hafemeister values his own cross-disciplinary seat-of-the-pants off-the-cuff practical extemporaneous estimations enough to make useful real-world calculations. Somehow during classes and between-class conversations, David's trust of himself transferred over to me.
If no one has explored a territory before, this does not mean it cannot be explored. It means new skills need be applied, such as gameworld-building, setting context, distinguishing, declaring, giving things a name, being centered, being unhookable, improvising, holding space, and navigating space.
Other influential University professors include Grant Delbert Venerable (chemistry), and Jay Featherstone (mathematics).
Freeholders of the Flying Mantra from Starbow's End
In 1973 I moved out of the dormitories and off campus to live in my first self-made household with Jeremy Mucha, Jeff Baldwin, and Jerry Vosti. We called ourself Freeholders of the Flying Mantra from Starbows End.
At first we all ate together and whoever cooked the meal made the eating rules. This is when I learned to eat with chopsticks... while eating spaghetti... and feeding the person next to me while they fed me. (It was not a time to wear your best clothes.)
We built bunkbeds and all slept in the same room with a custom-made silent alarm system that would turn on a lightbulb in each person's face at a specified time face to wake them up and no one else. It was an astonishingly successful experiment, that is, until we started meeting women...
In 1973 the Feeholders attended a talk given on campus by Harvey Jackins, the originator of Co-Counseling, also called Re-Evaluation Counseling. By the end of the talk the Freeholders were hugging each other and everyone around us trying to get our minimum 6 hugs per day.
I remain a 'hugger' to still now.
Lee Lozowick once passed on a comment that he received from his friend Arnaud Desjardins, who had possibly received it from his teacher Swami Prajnanpad. The comment was that while doing transformational work, "You need to actually touch people." This is one reason why, over the years, we have developed many powerful healing and transformtion processes in Possibility Management in which physical contact is an integral component.
R. Buckminster Fuller
Also around 1973, Buckminster Fuller came to give a talk at Cal Poly. There must have been over 400 people in the auditorium as he hobbled across the stage to the podium using two crutches and wearing his signature bottle-bottom eye-glasses. Then he started talking. The presentation was advertised as an hour-long event. I found myself using every gram of my attention to stay present and focused so as to understand what Mr. Fuller was explaining. Before the hour was over people were leaving. I kept moving forward. It is not that every word he said made sense to me. It was that he was so committed to what he was trying to communicate to us that I had to listen. The hour came and went. Bucky never even slowed down. More and more people left the auditorium. I stayed to the end, three hours altogether, the only person still in the auditorium. When Bucky left the stage I couldn't even clap. I felt like a bug squashed flat against a windshield. (Some people might not even know what I am referring to with this metaphor. That's exactly what Bucky was afraid of. Before Monsanto sold RoundUp to farmers, there used to be so many bugs flying around the country you had to wash the windshield of your car every time you refilled your gas tank! Ask yourslf what happened to them...) I recommend you read Bucky's books Grunch of Giants, and Critical Path.
I think R. Buckminster Fuller was wrong about one thing... when he told people we live on 'spaceship Earth'. We do not live on the Earth. We ARE the Earth! We are Gaia.
Bucky also said, "You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.” This strategy shift took me out of politics and into gameworld building. Now I express the idea like this: "You never change things by fighting the existing gameworlds. You change things by building new gameworlds that make the existing gameworlds irrelevant."
The Cal Poly bulletin board revealed another adventure in 1974 when I discovered Silva Mind. Their advertisement promised a two-weekend workshop that would teach me to be psychic or my money back. It was an offer I could not refuse. I am so glad. I did not ask for my money back. It worked perfectly. c
His work, Silva Mind Control, through John Magera in San Luis Obispo, California 1974.
Robert S. De Ropp
Robert S. De Ropp's books below established the clarity in me that our various interactions with each other through organizations, institutions, governments, laws, communities and teams are actually all games.
In other words, here was the basis for my distinctions about gameworlds!
Robert and Virginia Heinlein
I lost count of how many Robert Heinlein stories I've read. Here are some favorites:
and, of course, Farnham's Freehold
In 1977 I lived alone in San Diego, California. I learned that a comic and fantasy conference was to take place there, and when I read the details I saw that if I paid for a meal I could apply to sit at a table with any of the invited speakers. To my surprise Robert and Virginia Heinlein were slated guests and I leaped at the opportunity!
I arrive early to the lunch table. Robert was already seated, directly across from Virginia at the center of the table. Without hesitation I sat down in the empy chair directly to Robert's left. He looked at me and said, "That chair is reserved for some pretty woman." (Whoever it might have been never showed up and the chair remained empty.) I moved over one chair more to the left, then said, "May I ask you some questions?" I had a ton of them. Without hesitation Robert said, "Yes, you may. I will either tell you the truth, lie, or refuse to answer." Both he and I grinned. But question after question he responded to with, "I refuse to answer..."
Ah, well. The pain of a Memetic Engineer is his endless supply of Dangerous Questions... The one question Robert did answer remains with me. I asked, "Of all of the books you have ever written, which is your favorite?" He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "The one I am writing now!"
Funny, the same is true for me.
Neil Postman demonstrated how to take radical responsibility for bullshit. He could directly face all varieties of bullshit without flinching from its insanity because he was born and raised in New York City. When later I was delivering The Event training, New York City was only place I did not have to train people how to say, "NO!" Jewels from Neil's many precious books that helped a California boy grow up include:
"One man’s bullshit is another man’s catechism."
"Far and away, the greatest source of bullshit with which you must contend is yourself."
"Almost nothing is about what you think it is about – including you."
"The advantage that comes from our knowledge of the inevitability of our own death is that we know that whatever is happening right now is going to go away. Most of us try to put this thought out of our minds, but I am saying that it ought to be kept firmly there, so that you can fully appreciate how ridiculous most of your enthusiasms and depressions are."
"So you see, when it comes right down to it, crap-detection is something one does when you start to become a certain type of person." [Yes, when you start to become a 'Conscious Asshole'.]
A magnificently intelligent speech from Neil Postman's many contributions is online here: http://media.usm.maine.edu/~lenny/Bullshit/crap_detection.pdf
Rancho Campo, Baja CALIF
with Kat Felkner, Ed Clark, Phyllis Goldman, and Alan Friedman
These are the courageous participants of the 1975 Thursday Night Meeting Group who wanted more and wanted it longer. We ended up borrowing a piece of land on the coast of Baja California between San José del Cabo, and Cabo San Lucas in the Fall of 1975.
All summer long I cut and dried fruit and veggies that we scavenged from the garbage bins behind supermarkets in San Luis Obispo. We collected used 20 Liter plastic pickle buckets from the hamburger place and each of us received one to hold our personal belongings.
We packed up Alan's classic Chevy Nova and Ed's red Toyota half-ton pickup and drove South over 2000 Kilometers. Lacking an accurate map for the land, we suspect that we never found the right place, but that did not matter. It was totally the 'right' place.
Directly on the beach, a kilometer or so from the closest area we could park the car, and nothing was there.
We carried hand-blown 5-gallon glass bottles on our shoulder for a kilometer to Rancho Campo. It was our only source of fresh water. We learned to bathe, brush teeth, cook, and wash clothes and dishes in salt water.
The rancher family, Fernando and Adelfa with their two young children, Fernandito and Elvira Cruz, were our closest neighbors and friends. We co-created so many memorable times together.
Rancho Campo was an experiment in synergetic education and temporary community. It worked miraculously well. I wrote an unpublished book about it called Seeds. This 1975 experiment proved to me that nanonations are possible.
Brenda Krieger Star
Brenda was my partner for 25 years. I met Brenda in 1978 because I put up a flyer in a healthfood store in Phoenix, Arizona advertising for the second Safespace Project that I was doing with Bob and Marilyn Miles . Brenda saw the poster and immediately became a member of the project.
The vision was to build a 65 foot catamaran to be used as a floating university and an example of peace and sanity.
Brenda and I left the project together in 1979. We sold our shares to newbies.
If it did not work to build a boat, we decided to save up our money and buy our own boat. After a couple of years saving money in San Jose, California, we realized that to go sailing through the South Pacific we did not need to build a boat or buy a boat, we only needed to be crew on a boat!
We learned that many people who sailed from California to Hawaii with the idea of exploring the South Pacific already hated each other by the time they reached Hawaii and needed new crew there! So we got married in 1980 and bought one way tickets to Hawaii in 1981, setting out on a journey to find something better than the USA. We did not return until two and a half years later, and by then we were pregnant! Brenda is a skilled world-traveller, an incredibly nurturing home-birth and homeschooling mom, and a proficient ashram manager.
We were divorced in July 2004.
While living in San Jose, California in 1979 and working in Redwood City at the R&D lab of Chemelex division of Raychem Incorporated to save up money to purchase a boat with Alan and Barbara Friedman, I found Paramahansa Yogananda's book, Autobiography of a Yogi. Even though it is a fat book I did not want it to end. But it did, so I contacted Yogananda's organization, the Self Realization Fellowship, and paid for their weekly study course for an additional year.
At the end of the year they gave me a written test before revealing to me their core practice of 'Kriya Yoga'. I failed their test.
This was an eye-opener.
I took it as a sign from ECCO (Earth Coincidence Control Office) and stopped my practices to go sailing around the world. Brenda and I had figured out that in order to go sailing into the South Pacific we did not need to build a boat. We did not even need to buy a boat. All we needed was to crew on a boat!
We quit our jobs, bought one-way air tickets to Hawaii, and waited until a sailboat arrived where the crew already hated each other from the psycho-emotional reactions during the physical closeness of sailing over from California and the owner was looking for a new crew. We did not have to wait long...
Pyotr Demianovich Ouspenskii
In September 1981 I was running around Honolulu in a panic, having just a few hours to pack before departing for the South Pacific as crew with my wife Brenda and two other couples on the pink-and-purple hand-crafted trimaran christened Moon Dog. The panic was that I did not have a book to read! I found myself at a J. J. Newberry's five-and-dime frantically digging through a pile of pulp-fiction on the discount booktable when my hands miraculously pulled out a hardback copy of In Search of the Miraculous by P. D. Ouspensky. What was that doing there? I bought the book and read it the entire month we were sailing, having no idea how my life was about to change. While I was cherishing the last few pages in Sydney, Australia, our roommates's boyfriend sauntered past and said, "You like that book?" "Yes!" I exclaimed fervently. "Then, you need to call Ron Bosanquet. Here is his number." ???! So I called Ron Bosanquet, who quietly asked me a couple of questions and then said, "You can meet me at the café." ???!! So I met him at the café. After a couple of minutes he said, "You can come. Thursday nights at seven. Here is the address." ???!!! So I went there Thursday nights and that is when I first encountered a living school. My life path forked immediately and I changed tracks. Ronald Eric Giffard Bosanquet eventually created Leonis School. He died in Australia, 30 May 2017.
George Ivanovich Gurdjieff
In the late 1980s I read every Gurdjieff book I could get my hands on, but still I missed terribly the energetic food I had derived from participating in Ron Bosanquet's living Gurdjieff Foundation School in Sydney. I had visited many Gurdjieff groups in Northern California thinking they would also be alive, but they turned out to be cerebral debate and discussion groups, not at all the same. I had all but given up hope.
Joseph Chilton Pearce
During our round-the-world eduvacation-honeymoon from 1981-1983, I gained the practical confidence to follow and support Brenda's impulse to home-birth our two daughters in 1984 and 1987, and to unschool them until they went to Ecole National d'Equitation in Saumur, France. The confidence came from visiting the Akha and Karen Hill Tribes in Northern Thailand, and the Banaue and Sagada villages in North Philippines, and experiencing their Children's culture. The village children from 3 to 12 years old roved the village and surrounding hills as a learning machine. As soon as one of the older children figured something out they would teach it to the ones just younger than them who taught it to the next ones just younger than them. The learning / sharing process was absolutely natural, and so different from modern culture schools which rigidly divide up children by age... that it has led to http://quitschool.org.
My clarity about children also came in a theoretical sense from studying the following books:
Neil Postman and Charles Weingartner: Teaching As A Subversive Activity
George B. Leonard: Education and Ecstasy
Jean Leidloff: The Continuum Concept
Joseph Chilton Pearce:
and, as will be mentioned below:
Philip K. Dick
I love the raw realistic weirdness in Philip's speculative fiction novels, some more famous for having been made into films such as Bladerunner, Total Recall, Minority Report, and The Adjustment Bureau. I read many and recommend them all. However, one of Philip's books particularly changed the location of my assemblage point (to use a Carlos Castaneda term). And, weirdly enough, I could never find the book again to prove it. In one particular paperback edition of one of Philip's novels - I don't remember which - I discovered a one-sentence prelude, seemingly from Philip himself. It did not relate to any of the characters or action in the story. I could not help but instantly memorize Philip's prayer and I continue using it 'til this day. It goes like this: "I wish to encounter a disinhibiting factor that will trigger my anamnesia." Philip died in 1982, at the age of 53, due to complications from a stroke.
I was driving down the freeway in Santa Rosa, California, somewhere around summer of 1987 when a sensation seeped through all my bodies and informed me that it was finally okay for me to go walk barefoot on fire.
I knew I could to it unharmed.
I needed to go walk on fire to confirm and solidify some kind of shift that had been working in me for some years.
I told my wife Brenda, "I'm going to go walk barefoot on fire." She said, "Don't do it."
I told my friend and electonics-prototyping-business-partner Alan Friedman, "I'm going to go to Sacramento and do firewalking." He immediately said, "Don't do it."
I did it anyway. I called up and registered with Jim Peal, someone I'd heard about by word-of-mouth. This was long before internet, so when I arrived at Jim Peal's house I suddenyl realized he was black! "Oh my God!" I thought. "He's black! Of course HE can do firewalking! How is he going to make it safe for a white guy like me to go firewalking?"
It was my first moment of fear. Not my last.
After a full day of preparations, building the fire, distilling our intentions, evening finally came. The oak wood coals were raked out into a seven meter strip. We stood in a line at the end of the strip. I was number nineteen, the last one. Jim stood across from us at the other end of the fire. Everyone in front of me made it no problem. I saw them do it. Finally it was my turn. The heat was almost unbearable on my face. I was barefoot with my pants rolled up so my pants would not catch on fire.
I'm a physicist. From a physicist's point of view what I am about to do is insane. This much heat can melt an aluminum can flat in a few seconds.
But I am committed to overcome my knowing.
I am lifting my right foot to make my first step and Jim shouts, "No! Do not look at the fire! Look at me!"
I look up into his eyes and I can feel the space shift. Zing! He and I are now standing together in an entirely different space than the space that was there just a moment before. The coals are between us. In this new space I can walk barefoot across fire and not even the hairs on the back of my toes get singed. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! I get in line for a second firewalk. Then that is enough. This is when I figured out that the space determines what is possible!
Purna Steinitz is one of the original students of Lee Lozowick. He evolved The Game as delivered by Ken Windes into The Event.
In 1991 Purna was the first man to hire me to work as my Archetypal Lineage in action. I did not know it at the time.
I thought I was going to be the secretary and enrollment manager for his fledgling training company New Line Consulting in the cowboy town of Prescott, Arizona. As Purna was delivering The Event in San Francisco, California or Littlerock, Arkansas he would drag me along... 'just to carry the bags'.
One training in San Francisco, after a year of Events, he says, "Clinton, I HAVE to write this important article. This is the only time I can do it. Could you PLEASE just run this one Event session?" I said, "No way!" I was scared shitless.
Back then I was still a nice guy, so I did it anyway.
Of course I fucked it up.
But in the next session I put the demand on all the people I could not help, and bang! Purna got them present, and I thought, "Ahhh! So that's how you do it!"
By 1993 I was delivering Events myself, and almost immediately we got called to deliver trainings in Austria and Germany.
By 1995 I was commuting twice a month to Europe. Either Purna or I had to go over. That's when Lee Lozowick invited Brenda and I to build and manage his new ashram at La Ferme de Jutreau, a 250 year-old farm in Central France. We grabbed our two girls and moved to France in September 1995.
Once I got out of the morphogenetic field of the USA, when I was delivering the Event and went into liquid states I did not have to come back together as an American. I could come back together more and more as my Bright Principles in action. That is when Possiblity Management emerged in full force. It did not fit into the Event format.
I could not help but create the first Expand The Box training in Hamburg, Germany, in 1998.
I delivered my final Event in Germany in 2001.
Box of over 100 cassettes of recorded talk tapes
I did not find resonance with the Carlos Castaneda fad until after Carlos had died in 1998 and the fad faded (as fads do...). That is when I read The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge.
Especially the few sentences about The Four Enemies of a Man on the Path framed up my life in an entirely new way: Fear, Clarity, Power, and Old Age.
Fear was at first my enemy. I had developed a survival hero Box. I had to suppress all fear.
Clarity about feelings in The Event and Possibility Management had freed me from the grips of my fears.
Clarity then became my hero, and I had been collecting distinctions for years, as if they could free from every restraint.
But my life was not manifesting those results. I could not 'do' things in the Gurdjieffian sense of the word. The solution became obvious. Learn to work with power. Power became my new hero!
But none of the power is mine. I am not able to use it for me. It is for serve something greater than myself, applying my Archetypal Lineage to create whatever is wanted and needed. Having power is no solution. Collecting power is delusional. What is needed is time to learn elegance, efficiency, tricks, staying unhookable.
That is when the fourth enemy emerges its ugly head. Old age offers excuses to not practice with the necessary diligence.
By listening to Werner's taped talks, reading the transcripts, and personally experiencing the Landmark Forum in 1995 in Phoenix, Arizona, Werner demonstrated to me that there are enough people in the world who love transformational distinctions that it is worth doing whatever it takes to make them available. This is definitely good news for a Memetic Wizard.
During the last days of his life, René Daumal, "a French spiritual para-surrealist writer and poet," wrote a tiny book that I have recommended so often I should buy shares in the publishing house. René died suddenly in 1944 from tuberculosis, halfway through a sentence in the middle of the story. I am grateful to Vera Milanova, his amazing wife, who apparently put the pieces of his notes and manuscript together and got the book published as Le Mont Analogue. The title in English is: Mount Analogue: A Tale of Non-Euclidean and Symbolically Authentic Mountaineering Adventures.
Two significant possibilities came to me from reading Mount Analogue a couple times through, especially the end notes.
1. To participate in the work of evolution it is necessary to keep replacing yourself at anything you achieve. This then stabilizes what you have created and frees you to move further up the mountain. This is why I was able to step back as the only Expand The Box trainer and replace myself with a global team of Possibility Management Trainers. The same with Possibility Labs. The same with making space for others to deepen the context of the Possibility Management gameworld.
2. To adopt distinctions as the core currency in archearchal culture of Possibilica. The http://gurdjieff.org website says: In his unfinished novel, Mount Analogue, René Daumal challenges the reader to question what might constitute a trading currency when pursuing esoteric knowledge. His characters discover that “the 'peradam' is the only substance, the only material object whose value is recognized by the guides of Mount Analogue.” A peradam is a radiant dharma jewel... in other words, a distinction!
This guy is a jewel. If you can get to be with Claudio Naranjo for a bit you will remember it forever. Go do it.
Ah, well... too late. Claudio Naranjo died 12 July 2019.
To get an idea of how Alexandro works with people to create such value for them his books may be of use:
Personal phone calls, emails, and an interview with robert wolff (he wanted his name to be spelled without capital letters) confirmed that what robert wrote in Original Wisdom and his other books is all true.
Rain of Ashes, etc.
Robert made all of his writings free to download from his website http://wildwolff.com. But after Robert died in December 2015 no one took over paying for his domain name and all his writings simply vanished.
I was shocked... shocked and saddened and angered enough about losing these treasures that I build a new website to replace his old one. http://wildwolff.strikingly.com
I have been collecting and uploading any writings people send me that are not already available to the world.
Marion was my partner for 12 years, an amazing co-spaceholder and gameworld-builder for Possibility Management.
Marion took a solid stand for bringing Possibility Management to German-speakers around the world, many of whom are natural cultural creatives. She succeeded astonishingly.
We were divorced in December 2015.
01/08/2019 04:30, Valerie Lankford wrote:
I do not see you in Raleigh. Thank you for your
newsletter. Interesting. We are moving from the east
Coast of the USA to the west coast in the fall to be
Near our grand daughter who is very responsive to be
1 year on 23 August 2019. My husband is also tired of
the snow & I am tired of the humidity. This move
Will likely be October or September ‘19. I will also be
retiring at that time.
Hope you are thriving, dear Clinton,
On 1 August I wrote back:
I feel so GLAD to hear news from you! I wish that you and I had gotten to speak more in 2007 when I met you in person at the ITAA Conference in San Francisco. I wish you were a neighbor I could invite over to dinner and we could all sit around the table and share stories and those unanswered questions.
I feel glad that you are starting over at a new place. I have been living out of a carry-on bag for 2 years already and it is wonderful to have so little stuff. Right now I am in Bali with a creative colleague Anne-Chloé Destremau. We hacked a 4 month hole into our calendar of talks, workshops, and trainings and are working on books and websites together. It is cheap and warm and totally fun, although humid. We eat a lot of rice and vegetables.
I retired when I was 29 years old. Since then I have been researching, experimenting, inventing trainings and delivering authentic adulthood initiatory processes (http://adulthood.xyz - you are on there...) , playing full out.
I have 5 grandchildren living in France from my two homebirthed and homeschooled daughters who married French brothers. I have been a grandfather for a while. We need you as a grandmother. Modern culture needs grandmothers - women who have grown up. I hope that you stay open to being a real grandmother for the village, and now that you are retired you can play full out too!
Thank you for your wish that I am thriving. I would use that word exactly. Life is unbelievably exciting. Two days ago here in Bali we rented a motorcycle and drove up Mount Batur, the big volcano with the lake inside and another volcano inside it that erupted last in 1968. We drove down the steep road into the caldera, turned left, and drove through the small villages of people who are crazy enough to live and grow food inside of a volcano. Then we found the place where millions of big fruit bats hang upside down and sleep together during the day, all squeeking and moving around in their strange ways. It was a wonderful adventure day. Now we are back at building our 269 websites for the http://startoverhere.xyz online transformation and initiation gameworld.
It is so much Fun!
I send love and respect and hugs to you and your husband. I hope you know how important your 4 Feelings map has been to so many people around the world. I never stop talking about it and teaching people the difference between feelings (http://4feelings.mystrikingly.com) and emotions (http://4emotions.mystrikingly.com), and that is because of you.
All the best to you grandma Valerie!
What can we do to repair the damage we have done to Mother Earth? Arkan is clear. There is a more powerful question: What can we be? Deer & Thunder shows us the way to remember what it is to be a real human being. It shows us the way to return to our true home, our true nature, the place where we are one with the Earth and capable of nourishing all that lives. According to Arkan, technological changes toward cleaner forms of energy production are important, but not enough. Humanity must undergo a shift in consciousness. In order to continue living on this beautiful planet, our modern cultures need to cultivate a mind and a heart that make the protection of life an incontestable priority.
Orson Scott Card
I tried to get a book review from Orson Scott Card for Conscious Feelings before he was so famous. Orson gave me scathing feedback about the idiocy of trying to get approval from other authors about a book that I wrote. He said the book will either stand by itself, or it won't, regardless of what others say. Orson's feedback woke me up. Fortunately, Conscious Feelings has proven to stand by itself. So have my favorite books from Orson Scott Card: Treason, Ender's Game,
"Science fiction is the first literature that says, 'Tomorrow is going to be different than yestersay. It's going to be a lot different.'"
The most important David Gerrold books for me are the War Against the Chtorr series, especiall Book 3, A Rage for Revenge . I keep pestering David to write episodes 5, 6, and 7 in this pertinent Earth-invaded-by-an-alien-DNA-ecology (much like Earth being invaded by global warming...), and he promises he is working on it... but then I am reminded that I myself have 4 more books to write that are breathing down my neck... What am I doing about that?
Ursula K. Le Guin
“...where I can get prickly and combative is if I’m just called a sci-fi writer. I’m not. I’m a novelist and poet. Don’t shove me into your damn pigeonhole, where I don’t fit, because I’m all over. My tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions.”
I was influenced by Ursula's Earthsea series
beginning with A Wizard of Earthsea
I was made thoughtful by another of her novels: The Left Hand of Darkness, which is one of her Hainish novels.
Healer on Tenerife
Dorothy Bryant and other Influential Authors
Dorothy Bryant: The Kin of Ata Are Waiting for You
Isaac Asimov: The Foundation series
Frank Herbert: Dune
Peter D. Ouspensky: The Psychology of Man's Possible Evolution
Larry Dean Olsen: Outdoor Survival Skills
Malidoma Patrice Somé: Of Water And The Spirit
There are, of course, gaps in this story about where I come from and what has been important to me.
There are still inexplicable secrets and conscious or unconscious exclusions.
I am sure I have forgotten important people who have helped shape me, or for whom I cannot find online info to share with you. I think of Mike McDonnell in Santa Rosa. I think of Women friends. I think of my in-laws. I think of rogues, Sangha members, and people it would be better for one reason or another not to introduce you to.
Life is big.
There is so much to share, and so much that is inexplicable.
The mysterious, in the end, prevails.
I wouldn't have it any othwer way... would you?