90 Days of ILP

Word is spreading! Big ups to my new buddy Sean for giving me a shout on his deepsurface blog. Thanks for reading yo.

So, last night I engaged in one of the "secret modules" of ILP I'm not supposed to talk about, namely, the Vice Module. The practice I use to exercise this capacity is, of course, drinking in shitty bars, namely The Catacombs, Boulder's basement dive of choice.

Technically, I didn't practice the Vice Module by itself, I included it with a practice from the Relationships Module I call "shooting the shit with my work buddies". (Is this getting a little too jargon-y? So be it. My AQAL Matrix will transclude your holonic turquoise meta-mind and you will like it). When you combine two modules at once, we call that a "Combo". Much the way "kick-punch-kick-block-punch" is a far more effective attack in Tekken 4 than a simplistic "kick-kick-kick", combining your Modules could make your practice even more bad-ass.

I digress.

How would you make "chillin' with the homies at a shitty bar" a practice which could transform your life? For one, right intention. If you go out with Bob and Frank from Accounting with the intention of ignoring them to watch the Stanford game, chances are you're not going to be cultivating any major aspects of your body-mind. But if you go with the intention of listening to them bitch, offering moral support, and seeing if you can keep their girlfriends entertained without making it seem like you're hitting on them, then you're in for a Transcendental Treat.

That "treat", of course, is the Jagerbomb, and it's your sour-strong $7 reward for being a good, attentive pal. Pound three of these, and see how long you can practice Integral Inquiry, which is the constant attempt to rest in the present moment. Each time you feel yourself withdrawing or contracting, you say something to yourself like "Dude, stop it!" and return your attention to the present moment.

Which is a really good idea, because shitty dive bars are often filled with pretty members of the opposite sex, who, like you, are dying for some legitimate depth in their repugnant, shallow lives.

Vice Module, we salute you.


[Note to blog addicts: I now have an RSS feed.]