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I love the diversity of my work. Today I was out coaching with horses. They are wonderful animals and remarkable coaches.

Buddy is bored with his life. Working at the local Office Max sucks.  All he does is make copies for people and stacks shelves.  He only took the job because his mom threatened to kick him out of the house, which would seem like a drastic thing to do if Buddy wasn’t a 32-year-old man with no defects.

He tries to tell her he has a job.  He is a writer.  She tells him to get a real job.  He took the Office Max job to get her off his back.  Plus he is tired of hearing her say: ‘why can’t you be like your sister? She’s out there making it.  All you do is sit around my house, eat my food and daydream.’

Buddy is a dreamer all right.  He comes up with a new scheme every other week that is going to make him rich.  He figures once he gets rich, he can do anything he wants.  He can even pursue his dream of being a Hollywood screenwriter and director like Spike Lee.  He met Spike Lee once at a Knicks game.  Buddy was selling popcorn in the aisles. He made an ass of himself and blames Spike for not given ‘a brother a break.’  One day he will make it big despite all of the non-believers.

Buddy walks to the corner store and picks up a copy of the Asbury Park Press.  He is after the film review section, which he checks every week hoping to get inspiration from seeing what other people have written.  He sees an ad that catches his eye:  ‘we are looking for energetic people who want to have fun working in the entertainment industry.  Unlimited income potential.’

Music to Buddy’s ears.

The ad gives a phone number to call.   Buddy dials straight away.

A man answers.

“Do you have what it takes?”  No small talk.

“I do,” Buddy answers.  “I’ll do anything.”

“Good.  Be here at 1 o’clock tomorrow!”

“But…”

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“No sir.  I’ll be there.”

The man hangs up without a good bye.

Buddy has a problem.  He is working tomorrow.  He can call in sick, but he doesn’t have anymore sick days left.  And he’s been absent so many times that his boss told him if he missed one more day of work not to bother coming back.  Buddy doesn’t care.  This new job could be his chance to make it.  This new job sounds like what he has been looking for all his life.  Entertainment industry.  Unlimited income.  Everything he has ever wanted.

The man said to meet at the Holbert Building in downtown Philly.  That means he has to catch a train.  His mom won’t drive him.  She wouldn’t understand.  She doesn’t believe like he believes.

The meeting is in a white room.  There is a black table in the middle of the room with two black chairs.  Buddy sits down and waits.  A man enters.  He is wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses.  The image reminds Buddy of the Matrix.  He begins to think that the whole thing is a joke.

The man in black assures him that it is not a joke.  The man in black is a member of a government organization that has been set up to eliminate dreamers and listless people. Buddy has been selected for termination.

Buddy demands to know why the government would want to get rid of dreamers.  The man in black explains that dreamers are idle and dangerous to an orderly society.  He recounts some of history’s most dangerous men who were dreamers – men with ideas and visions. The man in black quotes Lawrence of Arabia:  “All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of day are dangerous men, that they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible.”

Buddy doesn’t understand.

“Idle dreamers are the worst breed of dreamers because they produce nothing,” the man in black adds.

“How can dreamers be dangerous?”

“They are dangerous because they are non-productive to an orderly society.  Society needs people who do their part to keep the machine functioning.  Society wants polite members.  Society wants people who are content to work 9 to 5.  Society wants people who are happy to work 60 hours a week and get paid for 40 hours.  Society wants people who are happy to get 2 weeks vacation in June or July.  Society wants people who are content to work until their bodies are useless to the society.  Then they can chase their dreams.  Society wants to keep the people strung out on the hope of a better tomorrow.”  The man in black says all this with no emotion.

“The world needs dreamers, and besides I am not a dreamer.  I have plans.  Big plans.  And just as soon as I catch a break, I’ll show all the cynics who doubted my abilities how wrong they were,” Buddy argues.

“Be that as it may,” says the man in black, “the government considers you to be a dreamer and all dreamers must be terminated.”

Buddy doesn’t want to die with his dreams unfulfilled.

Buddy doesn’t have a choice.

Buddy doesn’t know what else to do.

Buddy watches the lights fade to black.

“May I take your order please?”

A group of young professionals are laughing and joking with each other.  They’ve had their menus for 20 minutes, but haven’t bothered to look at them.  It’s Friday.  They are in a good mood.  There is no rush.  It’s the end of a long profitable week.  They just want to have a good time.

One of them looks up and sneers at the waiter who has interrupted their little party.  A good servant should have manners. A good servant should know his place.

“Like we’re going to need more time,” she pauses, glances at his nametag and says his name with distaste, “Buddy.”

“But you can make yourself useful and get us some more drinks.”  She says, and then returns to her happy little party.

Buddy wonders how he ended up here.  Once upon a time he had dreams. Big dreams.  But now those dreams are gone, dead and buried.

I have not seen the movie The Great Debaters starring Denzel Washington, Forest Whitaker, and Kimberly Elise. But after reading a review by Robert Piluso I am heading straight to Love Film and order it. The movie is based on the true story of the 1935 Wiley College Debate Team and their iconoclast teacher Melvin B. Tolson. What’s fired my imagination is Piluso’s thematic summary of the film which is:

“We are not slaves to our words, to any old, unjust tradition; we are the makers of our own reality. Every time we open our mouths, put pen to paper, or punch keys on a keyboard, we contribute a particular energy that will either ameliorate or corrupt our community. The speaker/writer owns the energy and is accountable for it, yet we all must live together in whatever world those words produce. So, choose your words carefully.”

As a writer, you can’t help but find those words inspiring.

The Barefoot Doctor has a new book out called Pure. I like Barefoot’s style and humorous take on theTao and the Taoist philosophy of Wei Wu.Even though I am a fan of the Barefoot Doctor, I have to admit that this volume doesn’t offer any new ideas. For the most part it reads like a repackaged version of the same ideas he puts forth in his previous books. He unifies this book around the theme of being your ‘pure’ self, not in the unspoiled virgin sense, but in being your ‘authentic’ self, which, of course, is not a new concept.

I do like the design of the book, the all white cover with a big bold ‘Pure” across the front. It has the look and feel of a book that is about to impart some ancient wisdom, which if you haven’t read any of Barefoot’s other books, it does. I did find Pure harder to read than Urban Warrior and the Handbook for Heroes. It seemed to be more heavy-handed and preachy as opposed to the wayward style of Urban and Hero. If you haven’t read either of those volumes, I’d suggest you read them first before venturing into Pure.

It’s the start of another glorious week. I’m feeling more centered and grounded moment to moment.

I meant to post this yesterday, but by the time I got home and had some chow, I was beat tired. The reason I was tired was because I spent the day paddling down the Wye River from Glasbury to Hay-on-Wye. Yesterday was a great example of how I like to live my life, totally open and flexible to the whims of the day, flowing just like the river.

My friend Ed has finally landed his dream job. In two weeks time, he heads off to the Republic of Côte d’Ivoire as it’s government prefers to call it, but most people know the country by the English name, the Ivory Coast. He’s going there for 2 years to work on a documentary that will focus on and tell the story of a female chimpanzee. He’ll basically be living in the rain forest with this family of chimps.

I wanted to catch up with Ed before he left on his adventure, so we decide to meet in Hay-on-Wye.

When we first conceived of the trip we had 3 options: 1) cafe and chill, 2) mountain bike, or 3) hike. I set off at 8 am as planned. It felt good to be on the road again traveling under a beautiful blue sky listening to the roar of the motorway and feeling the wind blowing on my scalp.

About a half and hour into the journey, I got a text from Ed telling me the plans had changed. We were now going to meet in Glasbury and canoe/kayak down to Hay. I had no idea how to get to Glastbury, but I didn’t care. I figured I’d make it up as I got nearer to Hay. Go with the flow.

As I knew we would, we all eventual found each other in Glasbury. The accidental parking place I stumbled upon happened to be just around the corner from a boathouse where we could rent a canoe. Ed brought his friend Cathy along so we were going to rent a 3 man canoe. But the good folks at Wye Valley Canoes recommended we rent a 2-man canoe and a kayak, which we did. It was a good call.

We couldn’t have picked a better day to amble our way down the Wye. Although we had a destination, we were in no hurry to get there.

Cathy got dibs on the Kayak first. Ed and I got the canoe. Ed is the guy who sent me Satish Kumar’s book, No Destination. So we talked about the book and why we each liked it so much. For me, Kumar’s book reawakened my spiritual quest. Over the past 8 months or so, I have allowed myself to get distracted from my quest, and as I mentioned in a previous post, the time must have been right for me to receive the gifts of Kumar’s book, which got me back in active pursuit of my spiritual destiny.

I also took away from the book a more enlightened view and awareness of my impact on the planet. I won’t go so far as to say I am a converted eco-warrior, but I do have a better appreciation for the cause. And lastly, I learned how much a person can accomplish by being strongly connected to a tribe. And by tribe, I mean any group of people who share in a common goal that encompasses the way they live and interact with the world and sets them apart from any other group. So in addition to getting back to my spiritual quest, I am also now on the make for a tribe to join. I have been a ronin for far too long.

About an hour or so into our journey down Wye we swapped places and Cathy joined me on the canoe.

I had not met Cathy prior to this trip, so we had the usual get to know each other chat to start. Cathy works as a graphic designer in London. It’s her work, but it’s not her passion or her calling. Her true calling is to be a healer which she did as a channeler in New Zealand. But the usual story happened and she got distracted by the need to make money, which is why she ended up in London.

The grind of city life has taken it’s toll on her and she wants out. She has an escape plan. From our conversation, I could tell that her plan was indeed just that…an escape plan. I have a feeling when she escapes in October, she will wander the desert for a while before she finds her self and realizes that the person she wants to be is the person she already is, but is too distracted to see.

We covered the 6 miles in what seemed like minutes. Time truly is relative especially when you are totally absorbed in the moment with interesting people doing interesting things like floating down a river on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

I’ve been up in Scotland this week, working in the lovely city of Stirling. This is the first time I’ve been here during summer-ish season, so it was good to be able to wandering around the city in the evening and sit outside sipping coffee and people watching.

I finished reading No Destination and as I suspected the book did not reach me by accident. There was some powerful messages in the text that are directly relate to where I am in my own journey. Words that I needed to hear and words that I have helped me reset my compass. I feel more relaxed and at ease than I have ever felt before, and now I can get on with my journey.

I sat out in the garden at about 6 this morning, under a beautifully blue sky, enjoying the birds flocking about in the trees singing crazy tunes. Everything looked brighter and more colorful. I could feel the energy of every living thing around me.

And this energy lifted my spirit.

I finished the dice man this morning and was contemplating what to read next. And then at 9 o’clock this morning the postman delivered an unexpected package. I opened it to find a book that I didn’t remember ordering. I opened the front cover and there was a note from my best friend Ed. The book is called No Destination an autobiography by Satish Kumar. From the back cover I see that this is the fascinating story of Satish Kumar – monk, peace activist, pilgrim extraordinaire, and ecological campaigner. And from one reader: ˜Satish Kumar is among the most important educators of the 20th century. His lifelong odyssey adds a compelling flesh and blood reality to the wisdom of the East.”

I don’t believe in coincidences so I accept that this book has literally arrived on my doorstep with an important message for me. And right away I was struck with inspiration from the very first paragraph in the book. I won’t butcher it by paraphrasing it. I’ll get to you as an excerpt:

“Before I was born, while my mother was still pregnant with me, she often had a dream – always the same one. A wise old man with a long beard was riding with her on the back of an elephant into a forest. He promised to take her to a land of gold and jewels. ˜Why are we on the back of an elephant?” mother asked. ˜Let’s go on horseback so we can arrive more quickly.” The wise man said, ˜I don’t know the way. Only the elephant knows the way.” Mother argued, ˜This is stupid. A horse is much more intelligent than an elephant.” The wise man replied, “It’s not a question of intelligence but a question of going the right way.” Mother’s dream always ended with her and the wise man riding on the elephant, never reaching their destination.

I think I will enjoy reading this book.

I had lunch with my friend Beth of Mosaic fame. I haven’t seen her for months. Yesterday I texted her and when ended up getting into a lively discussion about the merits or demerits of living a green, healthy, spiritually rich life and what is the nature of good energy and bad energy, and past life regression. The conversation was so engaging that it spilled over into lunch today. I mainly took a contrarian view to most everything Beth had to say, which what I am inclined to do when I am a dark mood like I’ve been for the past couple of days. I won’t go into great detail right now, one because I am still digesting some of our discussion and two because it’s Friday evening and time to let my non-existing hair down. But to give you a flavor of our good cop bad cop discussion she explained the whole green ideology to me and I countered with the fact that nature is a sadomasochistic whore and doesn’t give a damn about us. So this whole green nonsense is really about saving humanity, not saving the planet. Nature will take care of herself, destroy us on a whim, and be here long after we are gone. And so the rest of the afternoon went.

Somewhere between bites of my beef burger, we got to talking about the third eye. I asked Beth what she saw in my third eye. She said she saw a golden light – a good light. I countered that it was a bad light that was spreading out like a plague amongst men. I asked her what else she saw. She said she saw in me that I was weary, downbeat, and restless. She was 100% accurate. As we were examining my spirit, I asked her how would she normally describe me if she were describing me to someone who didn’t know me. And she came up with: intense, philosophical, knowledgeable about life, flaky, and unreliable (as in I float in and out of people’s lives very whimsically. Apparently she had collaborated this idea with a mutual friend of ours who described me as being totally engaged one day and then disappearing in a white cloud the next day, not to be heard from for days, weeks, months etc). Again I would have to say she was 100% accurate on this account. I was happy to receive this feedback. I think it’s helpful for personal growth to see how others see you. Of course there’s always the danger that they are projecting their stuff onto.

A very enlightening lunch.

If you were to become insane, how would you know?

Thought I’d play along:

1. Referral :: Friend
2. Indiana :: Jones
3. Foil :: Stop
4. Horizon :: Distant
5. Event :: Driven
6. Sailing :: Home
7. Footage :: Old
8. Sunday :: Booty
9. Breathtaking :: View
10. Dude! :: Friend

If you want to play along go here.

P.S. thanks Lady Banana

My book, even with a map you can still get lost, is nearing it’s final stages before it sees print.  The book is basically a collection of short reflective essays designed to be read whenever you have a spare moment and are looking for a quick hit on the inspiration pipe.

I need some help to finish the book.  I am looking for readers and reviewers to read the book and provide feedback on any typos, misspellings, etc.  And if you like the book, to provide a 2-3 sentence blurp that I can potentially use for the back cover and inside page.

If you’d like a copy to review, send me an email.  Please, only request a copy if you know you have some spare time to read it and provide feedback.

Thanks,

Clay

Beaman hit me with the 7 song meme.  This may be cheating a little bit, but the best way to find out what music I am into at the moment is to check out my lastFm page.  That’s tell all you want to know about my recent music habits.

I’m reading Richard Wiseman’s book, Quirkology: the curious science of everyday lives, and in it he talks about the personality profiling work of Hans Eysenck a pioneer in the field of personality research. Through research and statistical analysis Eysenck determined that personality is composed of three main elements: Extroversion, Neuroticism, and Psychoticism. Most current researchers agree on the significance of the first two traits, but there is less consensus on the third (so he may be wrong about it’s central importance but it clearly plays some role in personality). Most people will score lower on Psychoticism. While Psychoticism implies more negative qualities than the other two traits (typically), a link has been found is several studies between higher creativity and higher scores on Psychoticism.

This morning while idly surfing the Net, I came across an Eysenck profile questionnaire. I couldn’t resist answering the 46 questions. I wasn’t surprised by the results. I gave the results a 4 out of 5 rating.  I don’t agree that I neglect my own individual interest and internally based identity.
Here’s how I scored:

I’ve been on the move essentially since I’ve been back from Poland. I had a day and bit off and then I had to pack my suitcase and hit the road again for a few days to deliver another leadership course. My blogging has slowed down a bit mainly from being on the move, but also because I have been spending my spare time editing my book of little essays. I want to get the puppy finished as soon as possible. I have so many ideas stacked up on each other. They are taking up too much space in my head. I need to get them out.

Something that I have done in the past few weeks is return to two of my favorite past times, which are music and movies. I bought a decent pair of headphones that have brought my listening pleasure to whole new height. And I joined I love film and have watched some classic films like Annie Hall, Manhattan, The Verdict, Kramer versus Kramer and the Seventh Seal.

Tomorrow I’m in Birmingham in the morning to meet an old friend who wants me to speak at one of her functions. I’m excited about that because one of my goals this year is do more public speaking. I’ve only done a couple of speaking gigs this year so far. I want to do more. So if you know anyone who?s looking for speakers, please let me know.

That’s all for now.

Chow.

I’m back from Poznan. Our workshops for the Negotiation Days conference were a success. I enjoy spending time in Poznan. The people are fantastic and friendly. The food is good. The women are beautiful. I don’t think it gets any better than that. The city is vibrant and has a young urban chic-ness about it with plenty of shopping and fine dining. In fact, Poznan is home to Europe’s largest indoor shopping mall. I think it is a city that wants to be a player on the international scene of cool places to visit.

I must confess that I didn’t take notes the whole time I was there. Hence why I didn’t post any blog entries. I was flat out busy from the moment I arrived to the moment I left. During the day I was delivering training and each night the organizers had a different themed parties for us. We had a LARP (live action role play) night, a karaoke night, and an after conference all night party. And I do mean all night. I walked back to my hotel as the sun was making it’s way over the horizon.

On Friday, I received a nice bonus to the trip. I ran into an old Polish friend who lives in Poznan. It’s been 2 years since I last saw her so I was pleasantly surprised to randomly run into her at a bank machine getting cash. We agreed to meet up on Saturday morning for a couple of hours before my flight. I thought we’d catch a cup coffee at 10, but instead of coffee, we had beer for breakfast! We chased the beer with scrambled eggs and an omelet followed by a massive ice cream sundae! Ah the simple pleasures of life.

The journey home was not so pleasant. The plane was delayed for 5 hours. And to make matters even more unpleasant, we had to evacuate the airport! I eventually made it home some time after midnight.

In a couple of hours I leave for Poland. It is our annual pilgrimage to Posnan to run a series of workshops for the Negotiation Days conference. I like Posnan. The very first time I went to Posnan, I did so under arms. Well not hostile, but as a soldier none the less. That was many moons ago. The place has change significantly. There is a young up and coming progressive feel about Posnan. It?s a city that wants to be a player.

I will be bringing the MacBook along and will take advantage of WiFi and do a couple of post from the road. That is, of course, if I don?t get sidetracked by the Polish beer.

Oh yes, and I am trying out something different. I am writing this post in MacJournal. One of the cool features of MacJournal is you can write your journal entry and then post it from within the program, which I am getting ready to test in a moment. There is also a audio entry and video entry. But let?s first see if I can post words before I start with the fancy stuff.

Here we go…(yeah! It worked).

I’m involved with an exciting new film project! I’m working with writer, director Tim Clague on a really cool feature film. We want to do something different. We want make the world’s first free-to-watch motion picture that is fully funded by integrated commercials. I won’t go into great detail here because you can find out everything you need to know on our website, which I’ll give you a link to in a moment.

I’m on board with the project as an executive producer mainly focused on raising funds and generating online support and awareness, which is where you, my dear readers, come in. We need to go to the big boys with some healthy numbers to show that we have support from cyber-citizens who are willing to engage with a feature film in the manner we are proposing.

Here’s how you can help us:

1. Go to the circumference website

2. Click on Show Me and Watch the trailer

3. Sign up to receive the free feature film.

4. Visit us on myspace and become our friend.

Every day you wake up you must find meaning for your life.

Our purpose is to find our true path in life, and then summon the courage to walk it.  I believe deep inside ourselves we all know what our life’s purpose is, but we don’t always have the courage to follow it.  We then hide our purpose from ourselves with distractions, limitations, and doubts.  Some of us then spend a life time trying to pick our way through the barbed wire, trenches, and minefields we laid to keep us from pursuing our life’s purpose.

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I am going on Robert McKee’s 3 day intensive Story seminar this weekend. I want to use the seminar as the jumping off point for launching my serious pursuit of learning and mastering the art and craft of storytelling. I read his book and learnt a great deal from it, mainly how ignorant I am of what storytelling is all about and what makes a good story. But where I was blind, now I can see. And my hopes for this weekend is that I will be able to see with even more clarity and come away with a rock solid understanding of Story

In the spirit of screenwriting and storytelling, I thought I’d go through my mental cataloged of favorite movies. Of course this list would probably change on any given day, but here it is as it stands right now, my top 15 movies (no particular order):

1. The Matrix – I love all the underlying philosophical questions.

2. The Last of the Mohicans -  the lone warrior against all odds has been a favorite motif of mine since my teenage years when i was enamored with Conan the Barbarian and the whole sword and sorcery fantasy genre.
3. Shakespeare in Love – The Bard is a personal hero of mine plus I like the film’s treatment of the love and joy of writing.

4. Crossroads – this the greatest blues road trip movie, if you love the blues, you can’t help but love this movie, some great harmonica playing and blues guitar.

5. Empire Strikes Back – the enigmatic nature of The Force is a big draw for me, Zen goes to the movies.

6. Platoon – when i first saw this film I was a cadet at West Point, i went with a bunch of other cadets and when we left the theater we dumbstruck with the realization of our chosen profession.

7. Wall Street – some great hardcore one-liners…’money never sleeps pal’…’lunch is for wimps’

8. Trading Places – Eddie Murphy at his best.

9. Point Break – the sea, the surf, living free…’it’s not a tragedy to die doing what you love…’

10. Beverly Hills Cop – Eddie Murphy at his funniest.