There was a general
sadness and malaise around Oakhurst Drive. My brother had just turned twenty
and was going to school at UC Irvine and living on campus and my sister was
hard at work as usual slaving away for David Sheehan, who was the first
movie/television show reviewer/interviewer on a daily local newscast. They
would drop by occasionally and Susan called every day, Robbie every other day.
Dad was moping around the house trying to put on a brave face, trying not to look
worried. It wasn't working. I was walking on eggshells hoping not to get in his
way.
One day after mom had been
talking to a friend, probably Tina, she had convinced all of us to go through
EST together. This is not Eastern Standard time, but Erhard Seminar Training
founded by Werner Erhard in 1971. If not for the fact that Helyn was so
insistent, thinking it would be a fantastic way to deal with her upcoming
surgery and all the fears she had about cancer, we would never have been talked
into it, especially not all three of us at once.
EST was one of the more
successful entrants into the human potential movement. Erhard and EST were
known for training people to get “I”, a concept taken from author, teacher and
expert communicator, Alan Watts. At the time Erhard arrived in the Bay Area,
Watts was teaching his version of Zen to small groups on his houseboat in
Sausalito. Erhard, like Watts, would teach people to "Get It." Watts,
however, did most of his teaching through books. His seminars were small.
Erhard and his trainers would not teach through books, but in large hotel
ballrooms and auditoriums to hundreds at a time.
I'm not sure what I got other
than learning a little bit about how I go about things - the hard way. There
was a process in the training showing what it was like to be a salmon swimming
upstream. It is better to go with the current, especially for us humans. It
pointed out in very graphic ways what it was like to go through life against
the grain and how it "works" when you go with the current. I guess
back then I was some salmon, I still can be at times.
Another process they
included was the one where you lie down on your back and imagine your body
being filled up with a warm orange fluid. Then as the fluid reaches its
capacity you picture all your body parts releasing the fluid through little
valves. You can start at the head and work your way down to your feet. It is
really based on Zen and meditation to relax and quiet the body and the mind.
But hey, it works.
Bernie Glassman says in one of his
books, row, row, row your boat gently down the stream. I can see
that now, but it is hard to apply it to daily life with all the stuff that
happens. It does take practice and a lot of discipline. It is funny how life
can get in the way of itself, and we forget our purpose - our core self. I used
to get mad at myself for forgetting these things but now I am a little easier
on old me. Don't get me wrong, I still have major blow ups and the rage monster
finds its way into my psyche, the only difference is now it doesn't last as
long when I remember and use the tools of the trade.
I look back at that time now with mixed
emotions. Sure, I was upset and depressed about my own life, with problems that
seemed insurmountable at the time. My mom and dad both had cancer, I was
experiencing my first death of a friend and coworker, and the death of a
would-be love, my band had broken up and I was feeling alone and abandoned. The
important thing to remember— I was with my parents at a crucial time in our
lives, and I hope I contributed in a positive way to our relationships. I hope
they knew what they meant to me and what they meant to all that were close to
me, and my undying love for them. Being a father now of three wonderful and
amazing boys, I can see now how they must have felt about me. I am so fortunate
we had that time to really connect as adults, as friends, as parent to son and
son to parent. Time is a fleeting thing but love that remains strong and true
can outlast the test of it. If there was anything to GET I think that was IT.
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