among other things, the birth of hypertext, lava lamp, the mouse, cassette tapes, and smiley!! :) an obsessively repeated rhyme notwithstanding, life felt great
Our confidence in judging others, you may have noticed, decreases as we ourselves fail to navigate the moral quandaries of life.
Mine was cracked early on by an event that has haunted me since.
The first of many moral failings...
I wasn't really aware, at 8 years old, of what anything that had just happened meant for anyone involved.
So when my mother, once I returned from 'exile', tearfully confessed to me the reason why she had sent me off and out of the way, I distinctly remember feeling out of tune emotionally with the drama that was obviously playing around me.
As she hugged me crying, if anything I had a little envy for my sister, who was off seeing new things and had simply - in my mind - decided to take a trip, no drama involved.
As I turned two digits, things begin to change, and like everyone going to the first year of middle school knows, it's not immediately clear which way they're heading....
It all started out fairly normal, I made a great best friend, someone who knew how to do things... , and learned to get over the 'pretty drawing' idea thanks to a maniacal art teacher.
Overall, I seemed to be headed for a normal three years...
At times, if we're lucky, we get glimpses of the reality beyond our childish description of it, and those experiences become the stones upon which we walk to cross the river of life
I feel that this is the year that my life went from that of a passive, overwhelmed lonely child to a an exponentially accelerating path.
It was possibly due to my mother's success, the people that began to hang around the house, and of course the first trip to visit places and cultures that back then were still the stuff of legend, mystery, and endless slide shows upon returning...
My return from the Far East fills me with a childish sense of having figured out a lot more stuff than I actually did.
So now it's time to prove otherwise...
At 11 years old I felt a strong yearning to overcome the prohibitive speed at which everyone talked and acted, to find enough space to unravel outwardly and maybe find safe, warm connections
My approach to adulthood put my inner and outer worlds apparently at odds. My inner world was the search for a way to relate to existence, which I believed was somehow connected to inner peace, while my outer was a society rocked by armed struggled, state terrorism, pushed right and left by geopolitical psychopaths who believed, then and now, that the end justifies the means. As if reality was a series of disconnected boxes, non sequential, not spatially, temporally or context related in any way, where the boxes called "the means" would be separate and never affect the moral context of "the end" boxes...
As I almost literally started coming out of my shell, life began to pick up pace, my mind was facing the path t0 enlightenment and to carpentry at the same time. And then I became a boy!
Again to the far east, and again ready to dive head first into a religious experience.
I think time has come to stop and question the well cared of, neat and packaged past I have been carrying along with me all my life, a life 'movie' in which I've been mostly hero or victim, but hardly ever perpetrator, or even deluded.
Episode 27: Little Daco gets a visitor...
My Alters pay a visit to the 11 years old me, prior to my taking the 5 vows, the first step towards becoming a Tibetan monk. At this point in my biography I felt the need to open the door to an alternative way of adding reflections, commentaries, sideline which so far have been confined to a whole lot of text per episode. Hence the Alters, a family of misfits if there ever was one.
Also a homage to Little Nemo for those who fail to catch it.
In what I can see today probably being one of the first very visible sign of OCD, I jump in and take the five
vows, which were then expressed in very draconian terms.
Having taken the five Buddhist vows, I find myself trying to follow them and interpret them, all the while on the cusp of that precocious age in which temptations are everywhere...
As I fail to sync up with everything around me, and feel as remote as ever from the world, seeing its delusions through the lens of the buddhist view, we get a phone call about a surprise visit from a teacher...
Sometimes you know an event will have an everlasting effect on you, on what you do, on what and how you think, virtually every single day for the rest of your life.
But I didn't know, and honestly, nor will most people who read this be able to imagine in which ways my life changed. Most will extrapolate their own thinking into a linear "religious", "abuse", "fantasy", "Dzogchen", "enlightenment" storyline, whatever positive or negative idea they already have in mind. But of course my life went very differently.
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At some point, childhood ends and adolescence begins. Not only I turned 13 in 1976, I finished middle school, entered high school, and in the summer I had an experience that remained with me every single day of the rest of my life, which I'll talk more about in future episodes
One panel about Dozgchen because it's view will trickle in the entire comic. And before I get into details, the overall beginning and end of that first retreat
Shame and guilt when experiencing pleasures that reduce submission to a controlling authority are a classic in abusive relationships with such authority.
There's a goal to addiction, and it's not running away from something, but it's moving towards something more primeval than the concepts we're told should make up the fickle castle of beliefs that veils our humanity.
Unfortunately, there's no substance or compulsion that can permanently deliver us from the everyday delusion we suffer from.
The person who entered those buildings was very, very different from the person who exited the catholic middle school buildings just a few months before.
Going to high school in the year 76-77, during Italy's Lead Years, was certainly very different from today. It was the desperate end of a decade in which young people tried to wrestle control of society and the direction of progress from the greedy overlords of today. After those years, the US elected an actor as president, and the biggest scam ever perpetrated on working and middle classes was deployed like a well rehearsed theatre play, engineered by an array of right wing think tank that had been hastily assembled to counter the strong drive towards a more equitable society.
It's normal that people don't care enough about you to figure you out before labelling you. It's more of an obesssive compulsive thing, that of HAVING to label and classify things and people. And the quick way is "if you're not with us then you're with them".
Not conforming, in school I was a communist, a fascist, a nihilist, basically I was "other".
Until I had kids I never asked myself if the autonomy my mother granted me was reckless. It certainly help me, danger averted after danger averted, to become wise as to how to move about in the world very early on. But luck had a lot to do with (spoiler!) me being still alive.
Last week Black, my ADHD alter ego but also the one who cannot avoid helping in my work, lest my whole existence fall apart in one instant, had to cover the role of the waitress, whose features I can't recall. She brought food to myself and my sister's boyfriend when, in 1976 Bali, we sat stoned and amazed at a tiny makeshift restaurant perched on the side of a volcano. I was 13 and he was probably around 20.
Because the waitress did something amazing, Black has to cover her role this week as well, for continuity. In addition, Smart, my ambitious and narcissistic alter ego, has an idea for how to get more views in a world where mind has lost the battle.