Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Tao of Sully

The Tao of Sully
On Couchsurfing:

Hi there!
Before we start, for any new readers, welcome.
The Tao of Sully is a collection of my walking a spiritual road in Life.  And how it fits as well.
Whether uphill in the rain, winding in the night or a straight shot you can put the pedal to the mettle...my road, one step at a time.  Namaste.

Couchsurfing usually means something else.  Here I'll mean it as "Time Spent with my Shrink".
I just spent 20 months "Couchsurfing".
It's over.  And although one can't say they are "cured"...gosh I feel Better.

This is the Final Installment of a recent series of mine, dovetailing my Spiritual Lessons with my Therapy.
I'm pretty open about it.  The only shame is doing Nothing About It when you might have a problem.
in chronological order leading up to now...for your context or information:
July 4, 2013: My 1st Installment titled, "Independence Day".  Deep & well-intended.
October 19, 2013: On Brahmacharya, the Spiritual Value of Abstinence.
June 21, 2014: One Year Couchsurfing, and the insights & breakthroughs found
then unintentionally August 14, 2014: On Suicide, about the tragic loss of Robin Williams, personal hero & fellow foole.

Thanks.

My Shrink & I came to conclusion a few months ago.
I was getting a lot better.
It's something they call "resilience" and I regained mine.
Through Talking, through an anti-depressant and through my sense of Spirituality...all three finally dove-tailed into a healthier Me.  Sheeesh.  Wow.
We were developing and talking about an "Endgame" anyhoo, my therapist & me..."What are we benefiting through meeting", "are there any more avenues we'd like to explore"...then came Reality.  My Shrink got reassigned somewhere geographically challenging.  Therefore, she could no longer have me as a patient.
Bummer!  And we just got used to each other!  ^_~
but really...we had already come to a great conclusion: I'm gonna try this on my own for a bit.
And if I need to, I can always come back in from the Cold.
I'll continue to take my Med.  And Meditate.  Yet...taking a break from the safety net of Talk Therapy with my Psychologist.
I'm not scared.  It does feel a little daunting.  And a little wistful.  Yet...I feel Ready.  I do!
I'll miss the sessions.  I gained so much insight.  Doc knew what questions to ask, exactly when in my narrative as to let me mull it over...and it happened more than a few times.

Then came our last session.
I took the opportunity to say a few things.
I advised a sense of Spirituality in therapy if someone isn't pulling it all together.  And it's hard because we're not talking religion or allegiance.  But that we have three aspects: The Mind, the Body & The Spirit.
And although we're taking care of 2 of the 3 here in a session (meds + talk = result), the spirit is rarely addressed.
Attachments to outcomes are rarely addressed.
These are lessons I learned from being a spiritual guy.
Yet, she always had me on my toes.  Identifying latent anxiety even in that last meeting.  I chuckle over that one.  Anger...getting really steamed...is a form of anxiety.  I was telling her about my melancholy, having nothing to do with our impending division and she IDed it off that bat: anger is anxiety.
Wow.

Also brought up something that happened at work just that day, where the Chef pulled our special without warning.  My partner was SO steamed yet I fired back, "do NOT make his story UP for him!!...I'm getting back to work!"
And hour later we found out we had one customer complaint and he forgot to put the sign back up after he checked the special as "fine".  Haha.  My shrink was the most demonstrative I've ever seen, she's always laughed at my good jokes but this was congratulatory!  She was so pleased & elated with hearing that one.

When we wrapped it up, I gave her a firm handshake (thinking hug was too gauche for therapy) and I gave her a Batman keyfob.
She accepted it warmly.  I told her, I'm not gonna call you my superhero...but thanks for throwing me a line.
So thank you so very much, Doctor.  As we say, I did all the work but you definitely Lit The Way.
Like streetlamps on this Road, this Way...this Tao of Me.
Namaste.  And Good Luck.

Kriya Shakti,
Rev. Sully
Hub o'the Multiverse

Eric O'Sullivan
Boston, MA USA

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Monday, November 10, 2014

The Tao of Sully

The Tao of Sully
On Singlehood & Why

God Bless the IntrePoop!  
Recently, I've been blessed with an old friend who found me through Twitter!  It's great to touch a soul and be rewarded like this.  So thanks Dani for reaching out.  She called me out on my "Bee-Ess" when I zinged on Twitter, recently.  I made a humdinger of a joke, rooted in real life when a pamphleteer in Kendall Square wanted to share the New Testament with me.
Dani is in Bold.  And we shared a nice cup of coffee on a Saturday Morning, having a nice chat.
That's what friends are for, eh?  
And why on God's earth are you having issues finding a date for a Friday night?  Sounds like someone needs a swift kick in his ass to get out of his comfort zone...Just sayin......

ahhh...that's a great question. It does distill down to a certain level of shyness, pickiness and when it comes down to it...I feel good old fashioned Luck...or even Karma!  I believe in Both!  ^_^
Karma is an interesting thing, much used & abused in our culture yet I'm an amateur theologian. So say if you'd have to identify my body for a religious burial, I'd hope you'll say, "He was a Hindu or a Buddhist" ^_~  So Karma is an interesting subject.  There is also A-karma and Vi-karma along with Karma, so there are levels of Karma within itself, usually unbeknownst to the the normal Westerner.  Maybe I shouldn't have dumped her like that back in High School is what I'm saying; and the Goddess is still pissed about that even after all the chances She's given me since... ^_~ 

Also, the Least Acceptable Reason is: I work 6 Days a Week and I'm an early bird.  I wake up usually between 4-5AM on any given weekday, also Sundays.  I just slept-in a glorious 12hrs on my one day off!  Ahhhh!!!  ^_^  So I go to bed early as well to get a decent 8 hours of Sleep to function in my aerobic trade: being an awesome linecook.  I rock my Service.  
Service to Me is simultaneously a Verb & a Noun but iDigress... 
Yet that's the Worst Excuse for saying 'hey, I never get to meet anybody!'.  
I'm a Union 26 chef at MIT where I work Mon-Fri, earning the best wages, the best benefits & the best schedule with job security, sick time & vacation time.  On Sunday's, I'm a kickass brunch cook at "Best of" Somerville's hipster-tastic: Highland Kitchen!
I've been doing this for 2 years and chef promoted me to Lead.  ^_~
Shhesh, all this and I can cook the "Bag of Chips".  I think I'm what's called a "Catch". 
Too bad I live in Boston...living in Boston doesn't help regardless of what you'd think, being a World-Class City.  We have this reputation of snobby women!  I didn't make that up.  

I've blogged about it...I took 4 years off of dating wherein I learned to Meditate.  
It was a very important time for me called "Brahmacharya", a sacrifice on a spiritual level.  
So, I came back to dating about 2 years ago.  I had 2 successful dates that first year, where we went out for a month each, both courtesy of OKStupid.  And this calendar year I've had 2 unsuccessful dates via Match Dot Com.  IRL, In Real Life, I got laughed at for asking out my favorite waitress at my old Local Pub =( 
Hey, I'm proud of myself for trying!  

So lack of Love makes me a wee wistful sometimes, when it catches up with me.  No feeling sorry for me though, please...I guess I made this bed and I'll lie in it alone until I catch someone's eye, which is what it comes down to I think.  Like last week, I'm Saturday Brunching at the Five Horses Tavern, reading my fresh stack of funnybooks while an uninteresting college football game plays on the HD.  The gal sitting next to me was doing a crossword.  I charmingly butted-in and ultimately helped her get that last corner before she left.  
I totally shoulda, coulda & woulda...
but I don't believe in Shoulda Woulda Coulda.  ^_^

Thanks for asking & sharing this cup of AM coffee in the early afternoon ^_^
namaste
much love to all in Ohio!  I love football, btw yet I save it all for Patriots Gameday

Friday, October 17, 2014

A Tao of Sully Postcard from the Gap

I enter the Gap.
The Space In-between Thoughts.  
My eyes are closed.  My senses restrained with Will.  
I repeat my Mantras, my Right Thoughts & Intentions, my Magic Words.
Repeating the Passages help build piers, towering over the torrent of Thought that rise like the tide on the beach, wave after inevitable wave.  
Once the Gap is achieved, thoughts occasionally zip through, some hover and beg attention.  All will be dismissed.  Because all will be there when I get back.  I am not Here Now.  
I am in the Gap.  

I don't have visions.  Besides random stray thoughts.  
It's a supramundane experience.  There are no hallucinations.  No spirit animal to guide.  
It's about Observing... and Distancing One's Self from the Personal Self to adjoin the Bird's Eye View of One's own Life's Stage.  
It's about slowing down.  Which is the hardest thing to do.  
When the body achieves a stillness, the Mind is still racing.  
From the Gap, it's nice & quiet.  A respite.  
I Never Really Leave the Gap.  I kinda rejoin myself there.  

From here in the Gap, I can make better Choices.  Instead of being a ball of pre-conditioned reflexes.  
Moksha. 
Namaste.  
^_^ 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The Smoking PUCK!

11 October 2014

Welcome to another season of NHL Hockey!
I ain't got much to say...oddly enough.
I got poor people's cable teevee.  So we don't get NESN, the only way to watch Red Sox & Boston Bruins Hockey.
Back in the Day, the games used to be on Free TV.  WSBK TV38.  Damn, those were the days.
I'd totally stay up late and watch the Bruins play the Washington Crapitals.
I'm gonna end up binge-watching season 4 of THE WALKING DEAD...or listen to the game on the radio.
I could go to the Pub but I don't like spending money I don't have.  Or run into the waitress that laughed at me when I asked her out.  Hey I am sensitive but iDigress...
There used to be Justin.TV but they got shut down, they would stream pirated games.
So why is being a Sports Fan in Boston such a pain in the ass?  This is existed before the Era of the Championship as well.  The Celtics are exclusive to Comcast Sports Cable network.
I dunno...it comes down to the days of cable exclusivity?  Is it really necessary Now?

I miss the Bruins on TV38.  I miss the Game Night of it all.  Not this endless carousel of SportsInfo.
It's lost on me and I won't pay for it.  And yet, I am "paying for it" in cutting myself off from the televised enjoyment.
I take a certain joy in watching the Patriots on any given Sunday.  I tune in then I drop out again, when the game's done.  The Weeknight Specials are past my bedtime anyhoo.  The Bruins on a weeknight though?  The usual home game, the puck drops at 7PM and the game is over by 9:30PM on the late side.
Hey I get up at 4AM.  It's not an excuse,  it's simply Life.
The Bruins are playing their 3rd game of the season tonight.  I'll find a way to be informed to the score.
But I'd rather be tuning into TV38, catching Turk's Key's to the Game & commercials for reruns & the Movie Loft.

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Saturday, October 04, 2014

Editorial

4 October 2014

As hack-writer & liver-of-life, it is from my perspective to experience, that I possess a vigorous compulsion to recapitulate.
Yet recently, I did something I haven't done to this blog in a very long time.
I took a post down.  
Something Happened.  Perhaps an unintended consequence.
I hate doing things like that.  It spits in the face of Truth.  Capital ""T": the crux of Art.
Is my blog and writing "Art"?...no.  But "Art is Truth", from the creator's perspective & manipulation.
Is my blog "Journalism"?...no.  I'm not a Journalist.  Yet I subscribe to both the Journalistic 6 (aka the Five W's) and also the Scientific Method.
Is my blog "Fiction"...no.  I'm not an Author.  Yet I love Story!  Storytelling needs style, beats & people & events we can care about.
If you're gonna be something for all the World to see, better have a little Style.  I get that from my Grandpa.

On the Other Hand, writing from the heart & shooting from the hip...I have to be prepared that if I share something personal, for someone else reading who shared my experience, it could cut too close to the bone.
Who is reading this?  Well, anybody could.  That's the Joy of Blogging.  Used correctly, it's a very good tool for creating Story & sharing Experience.  My road is a Spiritual one and I often see things that I'd like to share, especially when there is some Insight involved.
Yet, regardless of my Intentions, there is the obverse of the Impact.
Any driver can say it was their Intention to get to work, not to have hit that pedestrian while checking their phone.  Perhaps we can coin this as the "Three I's: Intention, Impact, Insight" but iDigress.

So, in closing...
What am I?
I think I am a Storyteller.  And it's My Story to Tell.  And I'm Sticking to It.
Yes, and I'll accept all the Positive & Negative connotations that go along with such a definition.
Thanks for reading.
Stay Tuned!

Kriya Shakti,
Rev. Sully
Hub of the Multiverse

Eric O'Sullivan
Boston, MA USA

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

iRawk...Therefore iPod: Obituary

October 23, 2001 – September 9, 2014

What Matters Most?

For me?

Finding a girlfriend.  Getting my own place.  Shit...our own place.
Being able to keep up with my "goals" such as making it around the block, jogging without stopping from being winded.  Doing 100/100 Pushups & Sit-ups.  If I had a chin-up bar I'd hit that too.
Meditate every morning.

And feed people delicious, great food.  And leave them wanting to come back tomorrow, with wonder what's good waiting for them.

namaste