Coming out in 2020 from Hohm Press. A re-release of Radiant Joy Brilliant Love. The first printing of RJBL has sold out. The publisher decided to give the book a fresh title and cover. The insides are essentially unchanged.
(soon to be re-released with a new cover and title: Building Love That Lasts, see above)
by Clinton Callahan
You can learn to navigate the three spaces of love: ordinary, extraordinary, and archetypal. If you do not navigate these spaces of love consciously, then you will spend most of your days - and nights - in spaces of ordinary love. If you are tired of that, this book is for you. It is a handbook to a new way of life.
Co-authored with Robert and Marilyn Miles during the second Safespace Project in Phoenix, Arizona in 1978, while building a 65 foot catamaran in the middle of the desert to be used as a floating university.
Sie können lernen, durch die drei Räume der Liebe zu navigieren: gewöhnlich, außergewöhnlich und archetypisch. Wenn Sie nicht bewusst in diesen Liebesräumen navigieren, verbringen Sie den größten Teil Ihrer Tage - und Nächte - in Räumen der gewöhnlichen Liebe. Wenn Sie es satt haben, ist dieses Buch etwas für Sie. Es ist ein Handbuch für eine neue Lebensweise.
BRIDGES TO NEXT CULTURE (book and video) by Clinton Callahan et. al.
Following an impulse from Marion Lutz in 2012, a team of between 3 and 9 Possibility Managers followed the whims of Gaia through South-East Asia and around the world for three-quarters of a year. During the journey we made video interviews with over 60 astonishing edgeworkers about their projects and the insights that allowed them to succeed. These interviews have yet to be cut into short-bits for a film/link book, and then woven together into a full-length documentary. Who wants to do this with me?
COLLABORATION (short filmscript) by Clinton Callahan
Mike coasts to a stop on his ten-speed bike and leans its frame against the stone wall of the village bakery. He pushes open the glass door, walks in and approaches the counter. A half-bald middle-aged man wearing a well-worn baker's apron studies his actions.
Mike: Hi, I’d like a loaf of bread.
Baker: Whole wheat or rye?
Mike: Whole wheat, please.
Baker: You are new around here.
Mike: Yes. I heard this was the best bakery in town!
The baker wraps the fresh warm loaf in brown paper and places it on top of the glass display case. Mike hands the baker a five Euro bill. The baker doesn’t even begin to reach for it. He squints directly into Mike's eyes and speaks.
Baker: Perhaps you don’t know what that is.
Mike: This? It’s money.
Baker: It is a false paradigm.
Baker: Money has misbehaved.
Mike: What do you mean, misbehaved?
Baker: I mean that people give value to that paper in your hand or to numbers on a bank’s website. It’s a big mistake.
Mike: But this is worth five Euros! It’s a medium of exchange.
Baker: That’s the point. You think that piece of paper has value. I don’t. If I don't value that paper how can there be a fair exchange? There is no exchange-rate between that paper and the currency I use.
Mike: How do I pay for this bread then? What’s your currency?
Baker: Creative collaboration.
Baker: I don’t bake bread for money. I bake bread because it turns me on to make bread for creative people in our community. If I exchanged my bread for that money then I would contaminate our local culture with an artifact from a culture that is rapidly headed for self-destruction. I won’t do that. My culture is far too precious to contaminate it with that money.
Mike: But this is worth more than your loaf of bread!
END OF WAITING(full-length feature filmscript) by Clinton Callahan
This is the story of a slight intervention by Gaia, the living spirit of planet earth. Due to the actions of mankind Gaia has gradually come to fear for her life. After great deliberation she has decided to take action. She reaches through the field of coincidences to influence the lives of a few extraordinary human beings. Her wish is to continue playing the infinite game of evolution. This is the same wish as mankind - although many have forgotten. Gaia is a gentle and kind Goddess playing against unimaginable forces of darkness. There is not much hope that she will succeed. Using education instead of force she delicately unbalances the disorder and invites her allies to build the Hidden University.
“We are asaXhosa – the fierce people,” she says, willing the familiar words to return things to the old normal again. “I have a gift to give and the gift requires me to create. Creating is different from pro-creating. The village needs my gift.”
Heat waves shimmer beyond the wall of their dusty compound. Cicadas screech louder and it disrupts her thinking. Her gaze drops to her arms where her baby, only a few days old, stops breathing, shudders once, and dies. The flies are already eating his face.
She doesn’t move. She doesn’t cry out. There is nothing anyone can do to help, and no one to do it besides. Her son’s death goes unnoticed in the world. She waits a few moments to establish contact with his soul and then speaks the death prayer to guide his passage. “To the one who did not yet have a name…”
JET and Eddie develop a news-scanning program which detects the intention vectors forcing modern culture towards oblivion. Someone is taking civilization down on purpose, while Mother nature fights to initiate humans into adulthood. If civilization is the eggshell, what is hatching out? And who is the chicken? It's time for JET and Eddie to invent a new game.
GALAXY BABES (filmscript opening scene) by Clinton Callahan
Carola and Suzanne are ironing together. They wear t-shirts with a big logo that says 'Ironing Maidens.'
Suzanne farts and makes a kind of focused face. She does not stop ironing.
Suzanne farts again.
CAROLA: “If you could teach me to fart like that we could shove tubes up our butts and heat these irons with bio-gas.”
Suzanne farts again.
CAROLA: Wrinkles her nose at the stink. “Or is this a new perfume you are developing to prove to our customers that we are vegetarian?”
Suzanne glances up at Carola but keeps ironing.
CAROLA: “What I still don’t understand is why a trained quantum physicist like you has chosen a career of ironing shirts.”
SUZANNE: “That’s simple to answer. It is because I get to spend my time with you telling me jokes instead of with university bureaucrats telling me they are going to reduce my funding.”
SUZANNE: (continues) “…plus I like getting rid of wrinkles…” She proudly holds up a freshly ironed shirt that she has buttoned around a simple wooden hanger, and grabs another un-ironed shirt from the basket for comparison. “I get to change this (the wrinkled shirt) into this (the ironed shirt). It’s exceptionally rewarding.”
CAROLA: “I think it’s funny how much you can tell about a person’s life by digging through their laundry. For example, I know that Janice ate curry, Sam has a new girlfriend, the Dinkel family went out to the steak house after church, and that the Stevenson boy, what’s his name? Garth! Had a rough football game… This is what I am thinking about. What are you thinking about?”
SUZANNE: “I was thinking about wrinkles, about time, and about opportunities. I was thinking how I can only choose to use an opportunity when that opportunity is present. So having an opportunity arises when one wrinkle of cloth touches another wrinkle of cloth and opens the door to a new future. If you choose to use the opportunity doorway you jump from one wrinkle to the next wrinkle. Using a rare opportunity is making a space-time jump. It changes everything.”
CAROLA: Has stopped ironing and stares at Suzanne. “You heard of that story called A Wrinkle In Time?”
SUZANNE: “Sure. But what is most amazing is to get it that if human beings in the future ever figure out how to do time travel - to jump from one time-wrinkle to the next - then the time travelers are already here.”
In that moment the door knocks in the secret pattern that only the two of them know...
In the book Journey to Ixtlan, Carlos Castaneda briefly mentions a set of distinctions he got from his teacher Don Juan Matus, who called these ideas the four enemies of a man on the path. I am sure that women on the path have the same enemies…
Many years after first learning of them their importance finally struck me. If it is wise to know your selves, it would be equally wise to know your enemies. Your selves and your enemies are dancing together in vampire and victim gyrations.
The way to get to know your enemies is to fight them. By struggling against your enemies you discover the profoundness of the grip they have on you and you discover who you are. You detect where in you they hide and by what mechanism the enemies lock into your Being and you discover your inner structure.
The first enemy of a Being on the path of personal emergence into adulthood is fear.
You were trained that fear is bad, fear is negative, fear means something is wrong and should be avoided at all costs. Because of your lack of initiation into an adult, conscious, responsible relationship with fear, when you feel afraid – even barely-detectable 1% intense afraid – it stops you dead in the middle of creating a new future. Not only that, it usually retracts you reflexively back into your comfort zone, the turtle popping back into his shell. Perhaps you never again explore in that direction. How many opportunity doors have you closed this way?
Without luck, without accidental help from your friends and enemies, without courage and real efforts on your part to grow up, you may remain a victim of fear for the remainder of your life, never battling this enemy into submitting to your ownership. You may know people crystallized at this level? Still afraid of fear. Still hesitating rather than going forward into the transformational jaws of new possibility. You do not have to be one of them. The cure for fear is clarity.
By discovering that fear is one of the four feelings accompanied by anger, sadness and joy, your fear is tamed. You experientially detect what fear feels like, the quickening of reaction, bypassing the mind to escape fast enough, or thrash out against the threat. The hair standing up on arms and the back of your head. Eyes wide, fingers out, the tension in your chest, the terrifying high-pitched scream at the top of your throat. These sensations can now be consciously detected and navigated, start and stop, from 0% to 100% intense, a lively but neutral energy and information that serves you in practical ways. With the clarity that fear is not bad or negative, fear becomes an ally, an intelligent tool. Fear tells you what to take care of, what to watch out for, what to notice and handle so things come out well. Fear gives you subtle warning that turns into precision for navigating delicate maneuvers and spaces. You cannot navigate spaces of love without direct and ongoing access to the carefulness generated by fear. Clarity about fear frees you from your enemy!
You can dare! You can show up, even if you are afraid! You can choose options that are not offered on the menu. You can speak out and ask for what you want. Clarity is your hero.
So you start collecting clarity, all the clarity you can get... more and more clarity, and more clarity, until you realize that you can't actually do anything with the clarity. To do things you need power...
No one would do bad stuff if they fully realized the automatic karmic consequences created by their actions. Instead of police going around trying to catch people in crimes, and courts trying to punish people after they made a mess, Karma Korps trainers go around giving people a chance to see the karmic consequences of their actions so they get more of a choice about what they are creating for themselves in their near future.
Police typically create a power struggle by arresting someone to judge whether what they`ve done is right or wrong. Egos clash. It’s a contest about who is baddest, who is fastest, who has the most powerful weapons, who is clever enough to win.
Guy Pendrift starts having dreams that show him non-confrontational engagements that the Karma Korps could use. His girlfriend thinks he's gone nuts, but life gives Guy plenty of chances to try out his new skills. He fails more often than not, while his feisty fight or flight reflex gets him in trouble with bigger and bigger enemies.
“I thought I had to be somebody in the world. Be somebody for you so you would love me.”
Being completely still.
Close up of wood burning in the stove, orange and red, crackling, becoming glowing coals.
“Now… that ‘somebody’ is gone.”
“It was only an illusion… or delusion… all those needs… pressures.”
“Now I am an empty space.”
MORPH (story) by Clinton Callahan
"What’s up, dude? Your computer crash again?" Hank asks dubiously.
There is silence. Soberness. Perhaps even grief. Djinn never shows grief...
“Did somebody die?” Hank feels afraid.
“What are you talking about Djinn? What do you mean ‘maybe yes’? Jeeeez!”
Thence comes an unprecedented silence, the sound of a soul dropping irretrievably into a black hole that has no intentions at all of ever spitting the soul back out.
“Djinn, sit down dude. I’ll bring coffee.”
“Coke then… or tea?”
“Uh…” Hank exhausts his repertoire of solutions. He stands frozen, hands out in utter hopelessness, his face mortified.
“I think I died," says Djinn.
Hank can’t even begin to wrap his mind around this. “You... what?”
“Yes. It feels like that... Approximately… I would imagine… All my Bitcoins have vanished..."
Djinn never spoke with so little energy. Hank is worried. “Can you say more about this?”
“Okay, coffee…” says Djinn. “No wait! We need the Team. Call the Team. We’re going on a journey. Tell people to pack lightly for three weeks. We start now and we’re going dark. Close your computer. Forget the coffee. No time. No phones either. They make us sitting ducks for drones.”
They write a constitution, make their own passports, start a nanonation, and create a darknet underground railroad team helping people escape from modern culture to next culture... to archearchy.
Then they discover the refugee camp on Lesbos Island, Greece, and they realize it is their job to deliver Ecovillage Design Education to new refugees. While skilling up,they are discovered...
Alan is an electronic genius and a secret billionaire (...a billion is nano). While testing his highly sensitive new Geiger counter in San Francisco the meter goes crazy. He discovers an underground stockpile of fissionable Plutonium hidden there by terrorists. Alan’s team decides to capture the plutonium and drop it into a live volcano in Hawaii using their quad drones. But there is a downside to radical responsibility…
As Davis Hatcher follows his father’s footsteps into the Eugene Police force his future diverges when he gets the assignment to infiltrate activist circles. Thoughtware upgrades are, afterall, thoughtware upgrades, so by the time he is de-paving the streets of downtown Eugene he has switched sides...
(Based on the Massively-Multiplayer On-and-Offline Personal Development Game: INITIATION. )