“The unknown exists in the realm of possibility. In fact, the unknown is by definition a field of infinite potential and is constantly manifesting as the known in every moment of the present. Therefore, the present moment is the junction point between the unknown and the known, between the unmanifest and the manifest. Superheroes are grounded there—in life-entered present-moment awareness. They are able to occasionally glimpse into the unknown, feel comfortable with its uncertainty and infinite potential, and actually channel its power into the present moment. This is very literally the power of presence—to be free from both the past and future and have infinite flexibility in every moment as it unfolds. As a result, superheroes understand that the best way to manifest an evolutionary future is to live on the cusp of choiceless awareness.”
The Seven Spiritual Laws of Superheroes: Harnessing our Power to Change the World
By Deepak Chopra
“There is a saying in the Eastern wisdom traditions that the measure of one’s enlightenment is the degree to which one is comfortable with paradox, contradiction, confusion, and ambiguity. Friedrich Nietzsche agreed: “You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” This is what great superheroes do. They connect with their own awareness and reconcile the pull and push of their lives. They stay centered and act from that place of strength and balance. “ Deepak Chopra, Seven Spiritual Laws of Superheroes: Harnessing our Power to Change the World
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I recently read The Seven Spiritual Laws of Superheroes: Harnessing our Power to Change the World
By Deepak Chopra. While I have read The Secret and do own a copy of some CD’s of Chopra’s, I’m not really into the positive thinking, intention talk. I take that back. I am. Kind of. But you have to admit, it gets really old after a while. That’s why I was thrilled when I read in some random place that this book had been written. Because, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m a complete nerd and superheroes are kind of my thing. Scratch that. I’m what’s known as these days as a Fake Fan Girl, I think. Let’s just say I’m really pretty and leave it at that.
Anyway, I found the copy in the Christianity section of Barnes and Nobel, which was strange to me because I didn’t realize Deepak Chopra is totally a Christian. I think. You can research that, I don’t really care. Anyway, for all you Others and Athie’s out there don’t worry, the books not all Jesus was the only super hero (he only mentions that in like one, maybe two chapters). Chopra actually wrote the book with his comic-loving son and I’d say some of the examples and references of your favorite Super Heroes are pretty solid.
I may share some excerpts from the book and wax philosophically over them while I mention that I’m drinking a cup of over-priced, local AND fair trade coffee or some obscure literary references that makes you remember I’m not a complete superficial valley girl idiot (side note: bloggers, any F. Scott Fitzgerald reference has been off the table since late 2010. Now you’re just making references about Leonardo DiCaprio and unless said reference is accompanied by a picture of him from Growing Pains you are failing). OR I might just be lazy and post a quote along with a Buffy or Dr. Who meme. Either way, we’ll both get something out of it.
“Balance is interaction among being, feeling, thinking, and doing. Superheroes integrate these four core stages of existence amid the turbulence of the world and daily activity and, in doing so, are able to creatively solve every challenge they are faced with and create an atmosphere of empowerment and love wherever they are. As a result, the ideal superhero is a master of martial arts, which at its core is a spiritual discipline.”
Back then there was no yellow brick road. The walls, however, had a yellow tint: sickly, water-stained, in need of a paint job and she in need of a job, a change of pace, a different life, a better life; fled to Munchkin Land not noticing the jaundiced cracked walls, unaware of their cold demeanor, and the warmth of the tiny hearts hidden within.
“You don’t really belong here.” Her name was Connie and she was a Moron. Being born into wealth she masked it well. But I could tell. I can always tell. Maybe she was right, after all Morons can’t always be wrong all the time. And so I stayed, already feeling like an outcast.
She showed me to my room. The smell was overwhelming and sour. “I’ll get a candle for that,” was all she left me with. And burn the whole place down, I thought. I think there are laws for that.
She wasn’t there to save them. In fact, she wasn’t there. The tracks kept laying, for miles they stretched. Was she still in Kansas? In the arms of the cowardly queer? Was this all a dream? The cats head did often spin backwards, but the duck man did not follow her. Nor the Chinaman. Here she didn’t need protection. Here she was the protector.