This site is dedicated to an experiment. What would happen to me if I decide to reveal my mind in public for 80 days as I attempt to create a new reality? Can a moment of transformation be accelerated if nothing remains hidden and all is explored? Below are two blogs totaling an 80-day journey into my greatest fears and insecurities, visions and dreams while I strip away old notions of who I thought I was and allow for a new me to be rediscovered. Please share your thoughts on these two blogs in the comments section. If you have a similar story to tell where you had a moment when everything changed and you became clear of your life’s purpose, please email me at supermaneffect@gmail.com. I would be honored to read your story and with your permission, include it in my book, The Superman Effect: Stories of the Moment When Everything Changes.
The Superman Effect Part I
First entry: http://supermaneffect.blogspot.com/2009/10/countdown-to-superman-effect-60-days.html
The Superman Effect Part II
First Entry: http://supermaneffect2.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-days-to-new-life-monday.html
About the Author:
Dennis was born in Lajas, Puerto Rico and grew up in the Bronx, New York. At the age of 16, Dennis moved to Boston, MA to attend Boston University's College of Fine Arts, earning a degree in Acting. After graduating in 1993, Dennis moved to Kansas City, MO and completed a Master of Fine Arts degree in Acting and Directing. The decision to make security his most cherished value took over and he left acting completely to learn how to use a computer and get an office job. He spent the past 12 years in sales, management and administration, earning an MBA in International Business. Simultaneously, his existence as a successful businessman was rivaled by a second life. That of a man who was in search of transformation, spending hours in prayer and meditation, experiencing extra sensory mystical and healing experiences, spiritual communication with the dying amidst a profound inner struggle to let go of resistance. On May 17, 2009, Dennis made the decision to embark on a career as a transformational author and speaker. In 2010, Dennis started a company called Metatransformations Consulting, Inc. in which he coaches individuals and groups on the principles of manifestation and dream fulfillment through the use of creative art techniques, intuitive healing and visualization. Dennis lives with his wife and two children in Denver, Colorado.
Contact Information:
Dennis Rodriguez
Writer
Intuitive Life Coach
Supermaneffect@gmail.com
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
30 Days To A New Life- Day 29
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I had written in my first blog entry that I was searching for the answer to the one universal desire. I believe this desire is to be known by ourselves and others as we truly are. To allow for the space to speak and act from our truest selves without concern for whether we will be judged. My dad discovered the peace that follows late in his life; a life that ended on this earth with a perfection that always existed but that he was too afraid to see. All too often the moment when everything changes is born out of crisis- a tragic accident, a death of a loved one, an illness, when life throws us a curve ball that forces us to stop in our tracks and decide whether it is worth continuing to live attached to the ghosts of our past or to live surrendering to the present moment where the ego has given up the fight. If we have the tools to deal with surrendering to the present moment as perfect before a crisis, a new life emerges from the ashes of old thinking patterns.
These tools are now all around us. They are found in the inspired lives of so many who are letting go of needing to be esteemed and who are recognizing the extraordinary lives they have already led amidst a seemingly ordinary existence. These tools are found in changing our beliefs about our worthiness, in forgiving our greatest offender, in expanding our vision while daring to be disappointed and in slowing down our thinking enough to listen for guidance from within. The tools are found in truthfully living our desire to be known.
Every year during the holiday season, my wife and I watch the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. Near the end of the movie, George Bailey, after attempting to commit suicide had been given the gift of seeing what life would have been like had he never been born. The depravity that was present in his community because he never existed was rivaled only by his sense of loneliness and utter despair that no one- including his mother, wife and friends knew who he was. When he was allowed to go back into the world that included him in it, George ran into his friend Bert the cop, who now recognizes George. The human condition is captured on film through Jimmy Stewart’s delivery of:
“Do you know me, Bert?”
I have taken on this 80 day journey because I want everyone to know the real me. Through it all, I have gotten to know my Father and so many other beautiful human beings. Most importantly, I want you all to consider revealing your truest selves and living out the life you have always known is possible. Don’t wait. The moment is not in the future. The moment is now.
“Yet you know me, O LORD; you see me and test my thoughts about you. Drag them off like sheep to be butchered! Set them apart for the day of slaughter!”- Jeremiah 12:3
The Next Top Spiritual Author Competition
Click link to Vote: http://www.nexttopauthor.com/profile.cfm?aid=1005
I had written in my first blog entry that I was searching for the answer to the one universal desire. I believe this desire is to be known by ourselves and others as we truly are. To allow for the space to speak and act from our truest selves without concern for whether we will be judged. My dad discovered the peace that follows late in his life; a life that ended on this earth with a perfection that always existed but that he was too afraid to see. All too often the moment when everything changes is born out of crisis- a tragic accident, a death of a loved one, an illness, when life throws us a curve ball that forces us to stop in our tracks and decide whether it is worth continuing to live attached to the ghosts of our past or to live surrendering to the present moment where the ego has given up the fight. If we have the tools to deal with surrendering to the present moment as perfect before a crisis, a new life emerges from the ashes of old thinking patterns.
These tools are now all around us. They are found in the inspired lives of so many who are letting go of needing to be esteemed and who are recognizing the extraordinary lives they have already led amidst a seemingly ordinary existence. These tools are found in changing our beliefs about our worthiness, in forgiving our greatest offender, in expanding our vision while daring to be disappointed and in slowing down our thinking enough to listen for guidance from within. The tools are found in truthfully living our desire to be known.
Every year during the holiday season, my wife and I watch the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. Near the end of the movie, George Bailey, after attempting to commit suicide had been given the gift of seeing what life would have been like had he never been born. The depravity that was present in his community because he never existed was rivaled only by his sense of loneliness and utter despair that no one- including his mother, wife and friends knew who he was. When he was allowed to go back into the world that included him in it, George ran into his friend Bert the cop, who now recognizes George. The human condition is captured on film through Jimmy Stewart’s delivery of:
“Do you know me, Bert?”
I have taken on this 80 day journey because I want everyone to know the real me. Through it all, I have gotten to know my Father and so many other beautiful human beings. Most importantly, I want you all to consider revealing your truest selves and living out the life you have always known is possible. Don’t wait. The moment is not in the future. The moment is now.
“Yet you know me, O LORD; you see me and test my thoughts about you. Drag them off like sheep to be butchered! Set them apart for the day of slaughter!”- Jeremiah 12:3
Sunday, February 7, 2010
30 Days To A New Life: Day 28
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A Puerto Rican couple starting a family in New York City in the late 1960’s was full of challenges that are foreign to the next generation. Most would say that is a good thing. That is as it should be but what are we to think of what our parents endured for us to have a better life? My parents arrived in New York following the third great wave of domestic migration (la gran migracion) of Puerto Ricans who moved to New York from 1952-1953. By this time, New York had established Puerto Rican neighborhoods but jobs were scarce, especially for the uneducated. My mother worked as a seamstress and my father could not initially find a job so he was sent by his aunt to the Job Corp. in Kentucky after working on a farm in Tampa , Florida for a summer. My father, who had 27 brothers and sisters from two mothers had been abandoned by his father at an early age and had lived with his step-father who was a life-time alcoholic.
He did share with my mother his regret for having hit his step-father when he was a teenager, but most of his regrets were kept to himself, festering inside to be revealed later as unrestrained anger towards us. He also had a second life but we were never to learn about it. It did not matter after he contracted HIV. I wondered how he got the disease. He was vehemently anti-drugs and alcohol, a trait that I am sure he acquired after seeing the damage that it did to many family members. He said he believed he acquired the disease through a blood transfusion. We had no reason to doubt him and how he got the disease became less and less important as we watched him valiantly endure its barrage.
Everything changed for my father the moment he was diagnosed. He was a humiliated man that had no choice but to face the prospect of an unhappy life cut short. He was always a man of prayer but now it was prayer without pride. He was losing his strength daily and with it his care of whether he impressed others. He began to apologize for all the wrong he did to us.
“Dennis, I just could not admit to my family that I was wrong. I was so wrong.”
He had nothing left to cling to and we watched as his ego dissolved into nothing. There was nowhere for him to stand that gave him security. He could not be attached to the life that he created because that life was coming to an end. After his ego and his past had left him, he began to show his true nature- a caring, loving, sincere man whose only work in life was to be present, here and now. The present moment was all he had. The masks were gone, the anger was gone, the fight was over, all he could do is show up every day until he didn’t. He became the most beautiful human being I have ever known.
Could the moment have come sooner? Could I have gotten to know that beautiful human being earlier?
The Next Top Spiritual Author Competition
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A Puerto Rican couple starting a family in New York City in the late 1960’s was full of challenges that are foreign to the next generation. Most would say that is a good thing. That is as it should be but what are we to think of what our parents endured for us to have a better life? My parents arrived in New York following the third great wave of domestic migration (la gran migracion) of Puerto Ricans who moved to New York from 1952-1953. By this time, New York had established Puerto Rican neighborhoods but jobs were scarce, especially for the uneducated. My mother worked as a seamstress and my father could not initially find a job so he was sent by his aunt to the Job Corp. in Kentucky after working on a farm in Tampa , Florida for a summer. My father, who had 27 brothers and sisters from two mothers had been abandoned by his father at an early age and had lived with his step-father who was a life-time alcoholic.
He did share with my mother his regret for having hit his step-father when he was a teenager, but most of his regrets were kept to himself, festering inside to be revealed later as unrestrained anger towards us. He also had a second life but we were never to learn about it. It did not matter after he contracted HIV. I wondered how he got the disease. He was vehemently anti-drugs and alcohol, a trait that I am sure he acquired after seeing the damage that it did to many family members. He said he believed he acquired the disease through a blood transfusion. We had no reason to doubt him and how he got the disease became less and less important as we watched him valiantly endure its barrage.
Everything changed for my father the moment he was diagnosed. He was a humiliated man that had no choice but to face the prospect of an unhappy life cut short. He was always a man of prayer but now it was prayer without pride. He was losing his strength daily and with it his care of whether he impressed others. He began to apologize for all the wrong he did to us.
“Dennis, I just could not admit to my family that I was wrong. I was so wrong.”
He had nothing left to cling to and we watched as his ego dissolved into nothing. There was nowhere for him to stand that gave him security. He could not be attached to the life that he created because that life was coming to an end. After his ego and his past had left him, he began to show his true nature- a caring, loving, sincere man whose only work in life was to be present, here and now. The present moment was all he had. The masks were gone, the anger was gone, the fight was over, all he could do is show up every day until he didn’t. He became the most beautiful human being I have ever known.
Could the moment have come sooner? Could I have gotten to know that beautiful human being earlier?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
30 Days To A New Life- Day 27
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I don’t think anyone in my family knew how much I was teased as a young child. I couldn’t play stickball or skellies without having an older teenager from the block blurt out, “You’re dad walks like a faggot.” So the choice was to stay home and not play, confront the bigger kids or ignore them and keep it all inside. I chose to ignore it hoping that someday they would just stop. They never stopped. If I went home, odds were good that there would be a yelling match. If I stayed outside, I was in for the bullying hour.
My best escape came when my dad would take me to his work on Saturdays. It was just him and I. He worked as a cashier at the Bronx Terminal Food Markets. We would get up early in the morning to catch the short subway ride and be there by 6 am. Those were the happiest moments of my childhood. Him and I were the only ones on this planet as we walked down Grand Concourse to take the D train to 161st Street. The Market was right by Yankee Stadium and it was almost as good as seeing a game with my dad, which we never did. I still felt like a champ walking with my dad. He would take great care of me. He would make sure everyone knew that I was his son and his co-workers would bring me treats and money. I welcomed both.
The only unpleasant person was my dad’s boss. I noticed that he was very rude to my dad and I was surprised that my dad would not stick up for himself. Even then it hit me; my dad let out feelings at home that he was afraid to let out at work. He was the only one working and without a college degree, he could not lose his job. Providing for his family was his purpose in life. He did not have the tools to realize that the best thing he could provide was happiness.
Seeing possibilities and choosing happiness over fear was tough for my dad to do in the 70’s Bronx as a first generation Puerto Rican. I remember wondering “why do we have to have rice with warm milk for dinner again?” We had very little money that’s why. My mother took care of my three sisters and I and my father brought home the pernil. (as close as I could get to bacon in Spanish- a shoulder of pork.) How poor we really were, I will never know.
One night when I was seven, my sisters and I overheard an argument between my dad and my mom where he said we were going to get evicted if he did not come up with the rent money. He was yelling at my mom for spending too much money on something. The rent was $300 a month and he claimed not to be anywhere close to having enough. The four of us called a board meeting with my oldest sister as CEO.
“We have to do something.” She said. “Any ideas?”
“Not me.”
“Me neither.”
“Nothing”
My oldest sister knew she would need to take the lead. “We should have a garage sale and sell our toys.”
We all agreed without a hint of hesitation. Our parents let us go through with it and we sold most of our toys making $75. I kept my Superman and Darth Vader action figures and I’m sure my sisters kept some of their favorites. We were so worried we did not make enough money and we would be out on the street.
We did not get evicted. I’ve always wondered whether my dad had blown the whole “not having enough money” drama out of proportion. Saying “I can’t afford it” was our family motto as was one of the oddest and most destructive global beliefs I have ever heard: “Careful not to laugh too much or have too much fun. It means that bad fortune is right around the corner.” Fear was rampant in our environment but so was love. Through all the dysfunction, there was a sense by all of us that this family would overcome every obstacle and ensure a life that was drug and crime-free with the highest of educational accomplishments by us children. If we were born to be light workers then nothing was going to stand in our way. I know that my parents believed in our ability to succeed in life. They just gave up on their own ability to do the same.
So my dad let his boss treat him like dirt and internalized his responses letting them fester until he got home. I don’t condone the choices that he made, but I don’t judge them either. He did not have the tools to learn self-love. I would later learn that his repressed feelings about his boss were just the tip of the iceberg. His self-hatred was so profound that it could only be caused by so shameful a shadow side in his eyes. One that would have to kill him before he would reveal it-through me.
The Next Top Spiritual Author Competition
Click link to Vote: http://www.nexttopauthor.com/profile.cfm?aid=1005
I don’t think anyone in my family knew how much I was teased as a young child. I couldn’t play stickball or skellies without having an older teenager from the block blurt out, “You’re dad walks like a faggot.” So the choice was to stay home and not play, confront the bigger kids or ignore them and keep it all inside. I chose to ignore it hoping that someday they would just stop. They never stopped. If I went home, odds were good that there would be a yelling match. If I stayed outside, I was in for the bullying hour.
My best escape came when my dad would take me to his work on Saturdays. It was just him and I. He worked as a cashier at the Bronx Terminal Food Markets. We would get up early in the morning to catch the short subway ride and be there by 6 am. Those were the happiest moments of my childhood. Him and I were the only ones on this planet as we walked down Grand Concourse to take the D train to 161st Street. The Market was right by Yankee Stadium and it was almost as good as seeing a game with my dad, which we never did. I still felt like a champ walking with my dad. He would take great care of me. He would make sure everyone knew that I was his son and his co-workers would bring me treats and money. I welcomed both.
The only unpleasant person was my dad’s boss. I noticed that he was very rude to my dad and I was surprised that my dad would not stick up for himself. Even then it hit me; my dad let out feelings at home that he was afraid to let out at work. He was the only one working and without a college degree, he could not lose his job. Providing for his family was his purpose in life. He did not have the tools to realize that the best thing he could provide was happiness.
Seeing possibilities and choosing happiness over fear was tough for my dad to do in the 70’s Bronx as a first generation Puerto Rican. I remember wondering “why do we have to have rice with warm milk for dinner again?” We had very little money that’s why. My mother took care of my three sisters and I and my father brought home the pernil. (as close as I could get to bacon in Spanish- a shoulder of pork.) How poor we really were, I will never know.
One night when I was seven, my sisters and I overheard an argument between my dad and my mom where he said we were going to get evicted if he did not come up with the rent money. He was yelling at my mom for spending too much money on something. The rent was $300 a month and he claimed not to be anywhere close to having enough. The four of us called a board meeting with my oldest sister as CEO.
“We have to do something.” She said. “Any ideas?”
“Not me.”
“Me neither.”
“Nothing”
My oldest sister knew she would need to take the lead. “We should have a garage sale and sell our toys.”
We all agreed without a hint of hesitation. Our parents let us go through with it and we sold most of our toys making $75. I kept my Superman and Darth Vader action figures and I’m sure my sisters kept some of their favorites. We were so worried we did not make enough money and we would be out on the street.
We did not get evicted. I’ve always wondered whether my dad had blown the whole “not having enough money” drama out of proportion. Saying “I can’t afford it” was our family motto as was one of the oddest and most destructive global beliefs I have ever heard: “Careful not to laugh too much or have too much fun. It means that bad fortune is right around the corner.” Fear was rampant in our environment but so was love. Through all the dysfunction, there was a sense by all of us that this family would overcome every obstacle and ensure a life that was drug and crime-free with the highest of educational accomplishments by us children. If we were born to be light workers then nothing was going to stand in our way. I know that my parents believed in our ability to succeed in life. They just gave up on their own ability to do the same.
So my dad let his boss treat him like dirt and internalized his responses letting them fester until he got home. I don’t condone the choices that he made, but I don’t judge them either. He did not have the tools to learn self-love. I would later learn that his repressed feelings about his boss were just the tip of the iceberg. His self-hatred was so profound that it could only be caused by so shameful a shadow side in his eyes. One that would have to kill him before he would reveal it-through me.
Friday, February 5, 2010
30 Days To A New Life- Day 26
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I am not feeling well. My mouth is still swollen and now my choices are drink my morning coffee which, mixed with the antibiotics makes me nauseas or do without coffee and suffer through a massive headache. Pain medication doesn’t seem to help. All I could do is ride this out- sit with what comes up and let it discharge. I can’t go negative. Not now. Not after all I’ve written about. I know there is light; I just can’t see it this moment.
Psalm 23 talks about having to “walk through a valley of the shadow of death.” Does there have to be one? Do we have to walk through a dark night of the soul to be released from our own prison? Why can’t we just bust the doors open and be free? I remember hearing about the intense struggles of a caterpillar in a cocoon to free itself. Every bit of effort was not only needed but required for the caterpillar to turn into a butterfly. If we tried to help it by slicing the cocoon open, the caterpillar wouldn’t survive much less undergo metamorphoses. So my intense struggles with memories of pain are needed for the Superman Effect to be born. I can’t ignore them and no one can take them away. I take comfort in the knowledge that I am no longer the 10 year old kid that did not have the tools or the capacity to deal with what comes up, and handle the memories that traumatized me as a child. My mother in law’s last question to me before she passed continues to ring in my head:
“Are you ready?”
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I am not feeling well. My mouth is still swollen and now my choices are drink my morning coffee which, mixed with the antibiotics makes me nauseas or do without coffee and suffer through a massive headache. Pain medication doesn’t seem to help. All I could do is ride this out- sit with what comes up and let it discharge. I can’t go negative. Not now. Not after all I’ve written about. I know there is light; I just can’t see it this moment.
Psalm 23 talks about having to “walk through a valley of the shadow of death.” Does there have to be one? Do we have to walk through a dark night of the soul to be released from our own prison? Why can’t we just bust the doors open and be free? I remember hearing about the intense struggles of a caterpillar in a cocoon to free itself. Every bit of effort was not only needed but required for the caterpillar to turn into a butterfly. If we tried to help it by slicing the cocoon open, the caterpillar wouldn’t survive much less undergo metamorphoses. So my intense struggles with memories of pain are needed for the Superman Effect to be born. I can’t ignore them and no one can take them away. I take comfort in the knowledge that I am no longer the 10 year old kid that did not have the tools or the capacity to deal with what comes up, and handle the memories that traumatized me as a child. My mother in law’s last question to me before she passed continues to ring in my head:
“Are you ready?”
Thursday, February 4, 2010
30 Days to A New Life- Day 25
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My wife told me a story of a client of hers who revealed her passion to work in hospice care. Because of preconceived ideas on what was the best and most legitimate way to get there, she enrolled in nursing school. She could not however pass her exams and complete the program. She realized that going through nursing school was not a journey she wanted to take at this stage in her life. Should she quit following her dream? As she explored the reasons why she wanted to work in hospice, it was clear that she wanted to serve and give hope to others. My wife suggested she look at another medium directly in hospice care facilities to accomplish the same goal.
Just like a painter has a variety of different mediums to use for creative exploration, every job has the potential to lead one to fulfillment. The beauty of taking the time to do inner work is that once you let go of your fears and blocks, you have an empty canvas to work out of. The next step is to experiment with different materials and find out work best for you. Not just what will be most pleasing to most people, but what resonates with You. Sometimes we are surprised that life has brought us to materials for our art that we would never in a million years think would work. Like picking up garbage for example:
“A life size statue of John Breaux was unveiled at the newly dedicated John Breaux memorial plaza. Breaux was killed a year ago when he was struck by a car while picking up trash along highway 287. He was known for his warm nature, random acts of kindness, and the bike he rode while picking up trash around east Boulder County. His family members were overwhelmed by the community outpouring at the dedication. ‘This community meant everything to him and in turn now he means everything to this community just his kindness his smile people just appreciate the little things in life and he has taught us how to be more like that," says relative Laurie Bright.’”- KDVR Denver
I have decided to take the stuff of my life and consciously see it as my vehicle for happiness and service. By stuff I mean growing up in the Bronx with its share of societal and family dysfunction, escaping New York to become an actor, marrying young, learning to get an office job and working my way up the corporate ladder while always being the eternal student. I did ending wash at McDonalds, stocked lettuce at C-Town Supermarket as well as books at Barnes and Noble. I filed papers at World Trade Center- Tower 2, and dug trenches all summer long to install sprinkler systems under 100 degree humidity in Kansas City. By stuff I also mean visiting the dying to console them in their last hours, counseling spirits that have crossed over to forgive themselves and recognize the light, listening to wisdom in all its forms- from the mouth of unborn babes to the pen of my buddy Wayne, and now writing down for the first time what I believe I have heard. I’m using it all. If any of my stuff was an accident, then they were useful accidents. I can choose to regret the parts that felt boring, difficult or full of suffering or I can choose to see the lessons in all experiences and have no regrets. I choose no regrets.
We all have an amazing story to tell. Our path to happiness is to set aside our limiting stories and share the higher lessons we have learned from our earthly curriculum perfectly designed uniquely by us and for us. The really cool thing is we can start the sharing at any moment. By the way, you don’t have to write it out for it to be shared; all you have to do is live it out.
The Next Top Spiritual Author Competition
Click link to Vote: http://www.nexttopauthor.com/profile.cfm?aid=1005
My wife told me a story of a client of hers who revealed her passion to work in hospice care. Because of preconceived ideas on what was the best and most legitimate way to get there, she enrolled in nursing school. She could not however pass her exams and complete the program. She realized that going through nursing school was not a journey she wanted to take at this stage in her life. Should she quit following her dream? As she explored the reasons why she wanted to work in hospice, it was clear that she wanted to serve and give hope to others. My wife suggested she look at another medium directly in hospice care facilities to accomplish the same goal.
Just like a painter has a variety of different mediums to use for creative exploration, every job has the potential to lead one to fulfillment. The beauty of taking the time to do inner work is that once you let go of your fears and blocks, you have an empty canvas to work out of. The next step is to experiment with different materials and find out work best for you. Not just what will be most pleasing to most people, but what resonates with You. Sometimes we are surprised that life has brought us to materials for our art that we would never in a million years think would work. Like picking up garbage for example:
“A life size statue of John Breaux was unveiled at the newly dedicated John Breaux memorial plaza. Breaux was killed a year ago when he was struck by a car while picking up trash along highway 287. He was known for his warm nature, random acts of kindness, and the bike he rode while picking up trash around east Boulder County. His family members were overwhelmed by the community outpouring at the dedication. ‘This community meant everything to him and in turn now he means everything to this community just his kindness his smile people just appreciate the little things in life and he has taught us how to be more like that," says relative Laurie Bright.’”- KDVR Denver
I have decided to take the stuff of my life and consciously see it as my vehicle for happiness and service. By stuff I mean growing up in the Bronx with its share of societal and family dysfunction, escaping New York to become an actor, marrying young, learning to get an office job and working my way up the corporate ladder while always being the eternal student. I did ending wash at McDonalds, stocked lettuce at C-Town Supermarket as well as books at Barnes and Noble. I filed papers at World Trade Center- Tower 2, and dug trenches all summer long to install sprinkler systems under 100 degree humidity in Kansas City. By stuff I also mean visiting the dying to console them in their last hours, counseling spirits that have crossed over to forgive themselves and recognize the light, listening to wisdom in all its forms- from the mouth of unborn babes to the pen of my buddy Wayne, and now writing down for the first time what I believe I have heard. I’m using it all. If any of my stuff was an accident, then they were useful accidents. I can choose to regret the parts that felt boring, difficult or full of suffering or I can choose to see the lessons in all experiences and have no regrets. I choose no regrets.
We all have an amazing story to tell. Our path to happiness is to set aside our limiting stories and share the higher lessons we have learned from our earthly curriculum perfectly designed uniquely by us and for us. The really cool thing is we can start the sharing at any moment. By the way, you don’t have to write it out for it to be shared; all you have to do is live it out.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
30 Days To A New Life- Day 24
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I feel nauseous. I developed an infection after a dental procedure five days ago and now have swelling and a sizable pocket of pus in my gums. Sometimes an infection is just an infection, but being seven days away from completing this 80-day public visualization to manifestation process, I can’t help but see this discomfort as timely purging reflecting painful memories that are surfacing in the last days of this blog. I feel anxious and vulnerable. I have no control over how this process will end. It feels like it has been predetermined by someone else and I am just living out the final pages.
The final play that my father saw me in was a Russian tragicomedy called The Lower Depths. Making the trip from New York to Boston for him and my mom was no easy task. He had been made extremely weak and nauseous from the daily HIV drug cocktail. My brother in law transported my father in a van that was large enough for him to lie down during the 5-hour ride.
Everyone felt that this would likely be the last time he would see me act in a play so all precautions were taken to get him to the theatre safely, including a doctor and nurse that joined him from New York. Having my father see his son perform in college was a big deal for the Rodriguez family and a major sacrifice in my honor. I was just hoping he would stay awake during the show. My character, Bubnov, was on stage for most of the play but said very little. Just as well. It gave me an opportunity to continually peak into the audience looking for him when I thought all eyes were on someone else.
After the performance, I went out into the house and asked him what he thought.
“I liked you better in Grease.” He said half-smiling
I laughed. “Papy, that was a high school play. This is college.”
“I know, but I really liked you in Grease.”
Of course he did. I played Danny Zuko which was equivalent to playing his 70’s twin dance brother, John Travolta!
We got to my apartment and my family did not waste any time packing up to head back to New York. I understood. He saw his son. My mother came out of my bedroom with a container carrying 12 medicine bottles. The image of my mother standing there holding my father’s life support, made my heart sink. I noticed that my father was watching my reaction. What do I say? Nothing.
How do we say goodbye? I can’t.
With tears in his eyes, he broke the silence:
“Do you need money for a new coat?”
This time it was my heart that had broken. I was five years old again. He wanted to take away my pain. He wanted to be a father but in his terminal state all he could do is offer me a symbol of dependency-money. It was a beautiful moment. He just wanted to feel useful. I did not respond with words. I just turned, gave him a kiss and hugged him goodbye. He left my apartment wiping his eyes. I turned to my mother and all she could say before leaving was: “No esta bien.” He is not well.
I was ripped apart by the moment. Did I deserve him sacrificing his health and comfort to see me perform one last time? He wanted to somehow be a dad, to give me money so that I can be kept warm but for some reason, I did not let him. There was no sign of his ego. AIDS had claimed it a long time ago. All that was left was a naked purified man-one who was not well.
I drank until I could cry, called my best friend to keep me company as I attempted to purge myself of guilt and shame. That was 18 years ago and I here I am- feeling nauseous.
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I feel nauseous. I developed an infection after a dental procedure five days ago and now have swelling and a sizable pocket of pus in my gums. Sometimes an infection is just an infection, but being seven days away from completing this 80-day public visualization to manifestation process, I can’t help but see this discomfort as timely purging reflecting painful memories that are surfacing in the last days of this blog. I feel anxious and vulnerable. I have no control over how this process will end. It feels like it has been predetermined by someone else and I am just living out the final pages.
The final play that my father saw me in was a Russian tragicomedy called The Lower Depths. Making the trip from New York to Boston for him and my mom was no easy task. He had been made extremely weak and nauseous from the daily HIV drug cocktail. My brother in law transported my father in a van that was large enough for him to lie down during the 5-hour ride.
Everyone felt that this would likely be the last time he would see me act in a play so all precautions were taken to get him to the theatre safely, including a doctor and nurse that joined him from New York. Having my father see his son perform in college was a big deal for the Rodriguez family and a major sacrifice in my honor. I was just hoping he would stay awake during the show. My character, Bubnov, was on stage for most of the play but said very little. Just as well. It gave me an opportunity to continually peak into the audience looking for him when I thought all eyes were on someone else.
After the performance, I went out into the house and asked him what he thought.
“I liked you better in Grease.” He said half-smiling
I laughed. “Papy, that was a high school play. This is college.”
“I know, but I really liked you in Grease.”
Of course he did. I played Danny Zuko which was equivalent to playing his 70’s twin dance brother, John Travolta!
We got to my apartment and my family did not waste any time packing up to head back to New York. I understood. He saw his son. My mother came out of my bedroom with a container carrying 12 medicine bottles. The image of my mother standing there holding my father’s life support, made my heart sink. I noticed that my father was watching my reaction. What do I say? Nothing.
How do we say goodbye? I can’t.
With tears in his eyes, he broke the silence:
“Do you need money for a new coat?”
This time it was my heart that had broken. I was five years old again. He wanted to take away my pain. He wanted to be a father but in his terminal state all he could do is offer me a symbol of dependency-money. It was a beautiful moment. He just wanted to feel useful. I did not respond with words. I just turned, gave him a kiss and hugged him goodbye. He left my apartment wiping his eyes. I turned to my mother and all she could say before leaving was: “No esta bien.” He is not well.
I was ripped apart by the moment. Did I deserve him sacrificing his health and comfort to see me perform one last time? He wanted to somehow be a dad, to give me money so that I can be kept warm but for some reason, I did not let him. There was no sign of his ego. AIDS had claimed it a long time ago. All that was left was a naked purified man-one who was not well.
I drank until I could cry, called my best friend to keep me company as I attempted to purge myself of guilt and shame. That was 18 years ago and I here I am- feeling nauseous.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
30 Days To New Life- Day 23
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Before Vincent Van Gogh had any thoughts of becoming an artist-having believed that his life’s path would be that of a clergyman, and while writing a letter to his brother in Holland, he looked out the window and noticed a beautiful scene before him. He saw twilight in London, a single shining star and a lamppost. He was compelled to draw what he was observing and send the drawing to his brother with the letter. This was the drawing that gave birth to an artist.
At five years of age, Albert Einsten passed the time while recuperating from a fever, tinkering with a compass that his father had bought him. He noticed that no matter how much he rattled it, the needle continued to point north. He wondered what was making the needle always point in the same direction. This curiosity activated a passion to explain life’s invisible forces. Later in life, Einsten would say “I can still remember, or at least I believe I can remember- that this experience made a deep and abiding impression on me.”
We are all on a journey where moments of awakening to our life’s work are certain to arrive. The activation of the moment lies dormant in us waiting for the right time, circumstances and readiness to reveal itself and have the greatest impact on our lives.
Lately, it seems like everything around me speaks to this Kairos or appointed moment outside of ordinary time. Now it is true that what you focus on, you attract. If you focus on the color green, you will suddenly notice green all around you; however, this awareness of what I call the Superman Effect feels different. There is a confluence of thought regarding transformation in all disciplines. Interest in transformation is no longer reserved for the spiritually-inclined. Books like Blink and Mindsight are illustrating that many from the world of popular psychology have taken a keen interest in the gap between cognitive thoughts where intuition flourishes and our perceptions of life are forever altered for our highest good. Science is also gaining consensus around the concept of-all indeed being one- separated only by the rational mind. We are reminded in Ervin Lazslo’s book Science and the Akashic Field that this sense of separation lays at the heart of the fall of man.
“While in the primordial condition humans possessed an instinctive knowledge of the sacred unity and profound interconnectedness of the world, a deep schism arose between humankind and the rest of reality with the ascendance of the rational mind.”
Even Hollywood is cashing in like never before with movies like Avatar which depict this sacred network of energy in 3D.
This convergence of chatter about the moment when everything changes in our culture is not driven by a collective desire to find enlightenment or ascension. We are not making this happen. Like so many autonomic processes, it is happening to us. The difference is this time, we are paying attention. We are recognizing the futility of looking for happiness by thinking our way to bliss. We don’t want to be drugged into a life of complacency and are feeling activated to shed what has not been working- Fearing our way through life is not working. Ignoring the good that is all around us is not working. Like Mork from Ork said to Ritchie Cunningham in Happy Days: living a “hum drum” life is not working for any of us. We know this. We came into this world knowing that life is full of opportunities and our work was to see-ize them. Our karmic playground is 10.5% unemployment, higher violence and despair than two years ago, and retirement accounts that have lost much of their value. Yet no matter how hopeless our world seems right now, when the moment arrives that activates a passion for life; we do not have a choice but to follow it wherever it leads us.
My book will be the tipping point. I have left my job at the most inauspicious time to follow my true life’s path. I have revealed the real me to all who want to see. I have dared to dream not just of a better tomorrow, but of a better now and in the process have found freedom through forgiveness. Nelson Mandela understood the power of forgiveness to lift a nation. Forgiveness was his key out of prison and he used the same key to free his homeland. The forgiveness that will lift our great country from its present malaise is one of self-forgiveness. We can choose to learn from the lessons of our past however violent, racially unjust and full of greed. I heard from a Jewish man who lauds the late Pope John Paul II for having the courage to ask forgiveness for 2000 years of mistreatment by the Church and call the Jewish people his spiritual brothers. Pope John Paul II understood the healing power of forgiveness and that the Church needed this healing perhaps even more than the Jewish people. We can forgive ourselves for getting too fat and over-consuming. We can also forgive ourselves for the sins of our fathers.
The spirits have taught me the weakening power of guilt to hide our higher selves. Guilt blinds us to our true purpose. I believe in taking personal responsibility for our actions, what I think we can do without is self-condemnation. I do not believe we have a God that is interested in condemning or judging us. I know this is hard to accept for some after thousands of years living with stories of God as Judge. That is because the opposite of “if you focus on what is green you will see more of what’s green” is also true: You can choose to filter out anything that does not agree with your world view- no matter how apparent it is to others.
"Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.- Luke 6:37
“Woman [to are adulteress], where are they, has no one condemned you? No one, Lord. And Jesus said, neither do I condemn you.”- John 8:11
"As for the person who hears my words but does not keep them, I do not judge him. For I did not come to judge the world, but to save it.” John 12:47
For my part, I have been shown centuries of self-condemnation in my Puerto Rican lineage. Some of what I have seen is horrific and condemnation is understandable. The responsibility that I feel is to break the cycle of guilt, shame and destructive behavior thus freeing my ancestors from their prison. All logical indications were that I would follow in their footsteps. Drunkenness and wife-beating were found in the homes of many of my relatives. Depression and tragic deaths have also been all too common. But something was activated in me to be the one to say yes to the goodness in humanity and turn the tide of violence precipitated by self-hatred. That something is in all of us.
I spoke on the phone with my 11 year old little brother from Big Brothers Big Sisters today. He told me his dad who is out of prison has not been yelling at him when they see each other lately.
“You know you are not going to be that way with your family.”
“I know Dennis. I know.”
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Before Vincent Van Gogh had any thoughts of becoming an artist-having believed that his life’s path would be that of a clergyman, and while writing a letter to his brother in Holland, he looked out the window and noticed a beautiful scene before him. He saw twilight in London, a single shining star and a lamppost. He was compelled to draw what he was observing and send the drawing to his brother with the letter. This was the drawing that gave birth to an artist.
At five years of age, Albert Einsten passed the time while recuperating from a fever, tinkering with a compass that his father had bought him. He noticed that no matter how much he rattled it, the needle continued to point north. He wondered what was making the needle always point in the same direction. This curiosity activated a passion to explain life’s invisible forces. Later in life, Einsten would say “I can still remember, or at least I believe I can remember- that this experience made a deep and abiding impression on me.”
We are all on a journey where moments of awakening to our life’s work are certain to arrive. The activation of the moment lies dormant in us waiting for the right time, circumstances and readiness to reveal itself and have the greatest impact on our lives.
Lately, it seems like everything around me speaks to this Kairos or appointed moment outside of ordinary time. Now it is true that what you focus on, you attract. If you focus on the color green, you will suddenly notice green all around you; however, this awareness of what I call the Superman Effect feels different. There is a confluence of thought regarding transformation in all disciplines. Interest in transformation is no longer reserved for the spiritually-inclined. Books like Blink and Mindsight are illustrating that many from the world of popular psychology have taken a keen interest in the gap between cognitive thoughts where intuition flourishes and our perceptions of life are forever altered for our highest good. Science is also gaining consensus around the concept of-all indeed being one- separated only by the rational mind. We are reminded in Ervin Lazslo’s book Science and the Akashic Field that this sense of separation lays at the heart of the fall of man.
“While in the primordial condition humans possessed an instinctive knowledge of the sacred unity and profound interconnectedness of the world, a deep schism arose between humankind and the rest of reality with the ascendance of the rational mind.”
Even Hollywood is cashing in like never before with movies like Avatar which depict this sacred network of energy in 3D.
This convergence of chatter about the moment when everything changes in our culture is not driven by a collective desire to find enlightenment or ascension. We are not making this happen. Like so many autonomic processes, it is happening to us. The difference is this time, we are paying attention. We are recognizing the futility of looking for happiness by thinking our way to bliss. We don’t want to be drugged into a life of complacency and are feeling activated to shed what has not been working- Fearing our way through life is not working. Ignoring the good that is all around us is not working. Like Mork from Ork said to Ritchie Cunningham in Happy Days: living a “hum drum” life is not working for any of us. We know this. We came into this world knowing that life is full of opportunities and our work was to see-ize them. Our karmic playground is 10.5% unemployment, higher violence and despair than two years ago, and retirement accounts that have lost much of their value. Yet no matter how hopeless our world seems right now, when the moment arrives that activates a passion for life; we do not have a choice but to follow it wherever it leads us.
My book will be the tipping point. I have left my job at the most inauspicious time to follow my true life’s path. I have revealed the real me to all who want to see. I have dared to dream not just of a better tomorrow, but of a better now and in the process have found freedom through forgiveness. Nelson Mandela understood the power of forgiveness to lift a nation. Forgiveness was his key out of prison and he used the same key to free his homeland. The forgiveness that will lift our great country from its present malaise is one of self-forgiveness. We can choose to learn from the lessons of our past however violent, racially unjust and full of greed. I heard from a Jewish man who lauds the late Pope John Paul II for having the courage to ask forgiveness for 2000 years of mistreatment by the Church and call the Jewish people his spiritual brothers. Pope John Paul II understood the healing power of forgiveness and that the Church needed this healing perhaps even more than the Jewish people. We can forgive ourselves for getting too fat and over-consuming. We can also forgive ourselves for the sins of our fathers.
The spirits have taught me the weakening power of guilt to hide our higher selves. Guilt blinds us to our true purpose. I believe in taking personal responsibility for our actions, what I think we can do without is self-condemnation. I do not believe we have a God that is interested in condemning or judging us. I know this is hard to accept for some after thousands of years living with stories of God as Judge. That is because the opposite of “if you focus on what is green you will see more of what’s green” is also true: You can choose to filter out anything that does not agree with your world view- no matter how apparent it is to others.
"Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.- Luke 6:37
“Woman [to are adulteress], where are they, has no one condemned you? No one, Lord. And Jesus said, neither do I condemn you.”- John 8:11
"As for the person who hears my words but does not keep them, I do not judge him. For I did not come to judge the world, but to save it.” John 12:47
For my part, I have been shown centuries of self-condemnation in my Puerto Rican lineage. Some of what I have seen is horrific and condemnation is understandable. The responsibility that I feel is to break the cycle of guilt, shame and destructive behavior thus freeing my ancestors from their prison. All logical indications were that I would follow in their footsteps. Drunkenness and wife-beating were found in the homes of many of my relatives. Depression and tragic deaths have also been all too common. But something was activated in me to be the one to say yes to the goodness in humanity and turn the tide of violence precipitated by self-hatred. That something is in all of us.
I spoke on the phone with my 11 year old little brother from Big Brothers Big Sisters today. He told me his dad who is out of prison has not been yelling at him when they see each other lately.
“You know you are not going to be that way with your family.”
“I know Dennis. I know.”
Monday, February 1, 2010
30 Days To A New Life- Day 22
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How do I begin to change everything?
I used to think that the only way I could be free was if I tackled head on the major fears in my life: Fear of death, fear of failure and success, of turning out like my dad, of being inadequate-especially in the eyes of my wife.
12 years ago, I was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome. This was the conclusion my doctor drew when he assessed all my symptoms: debilitating fatigue, allergic reactions to dairy/yeast/ gluten, depression, stomach pain and a liver panel that revealed my alkaline level to be much higher than normal. I was put on Elavil, an anti-depressant and watched as the doctor raised the dosage every week beginning at 30 until it reached 200 milligrams. Healing felt like such an uphill battle. I intuitively knew that drugs were not going to address my core issues but I had no tools to even know how to begin to get all fixed up. Moving to Colorado was a great first step. With sun more than 300 days out of the year, I had the environment on the side of a cheerful me. When I reached 200 milligrams, I made the decision to command my doctor to wean me off of Elavil. I told him I would have to find another way.
His advice: “You can always try meditating?”
I had never meditated before and thought that sounds too simplistic a prescription for so complex a condition.
In his book, The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell examines the reasons why New York’s crime rate had dropped so suddenly in the 1990’s. He explores the decision to let go of just focusing on “life-threatening” crimes and regularly tackling the “quality of life” crimes. Instead of putting more cops on the beat to look out for gang violence and murderers, the transit and police authorities dealt with removing graffiti from all subway trains, prosecuting fare-beaters, the “squeegee-men”, public drunkards and urinators. The thinking behind this new strategy was that if you make small changes to the environment that welcomes minor criminal behavior then the major criminal behavior will not develop traction either.
Now let’s substitute the word “crime” for “fear”. Instead of focusing on the major fears in life, if we make incremental changes to the environment that perpetuates minor fears, then the major fears will start to unravel and lose their grip on us. This environment is our mind and its flurry of thoughts and hang ups. You start to slow down your thinking enough to not blow your fears out of proportion. You start to ask “what am I afraid of” instead of being caught up identifying yourself as the one who is afraid. You start to find this thought which we call fear, as intriguing and not as scary. You just spend time cleaning off the graffiti instead of being angry that it is there in the first place. You don’t sit and wish for a dark night of soul to surface, you simply start with just letting go of the trivial thoughts that come up. You gently watch your thoughts come up, say hi and keep on going, saying bye. This builds mental muscle and when the deeper more frightening thoughts and memories do come up, you watch them come and go just the same.
So meditation for me was the unobtrusive and stealth catalyst for major change in my life.
It doesn’t even have to start as two-twenty minute sessions with a mantra in a sacred space. It could easily begin with a reminder three times a day to take three deep breaths. This simple act of witnessing your thoughts can transform your life and change everything because the smallest pivot in any area of our lives makes an immeasurable difference in the long run.
I attribute the elimination of every single one of my IBS symptoms to my simple practice of meditation. This simple routine has opened the doors to my connection with spirit, forgiveness of my greatest offenders, creative freedom and living out the Superman Effect. I’m glad I didn’t know that when I started. I would have overwhelmed myself if I thought meditation was to be my panacea. After all, I just wanted to feel better.
“The name given to that one dramatic moment in an epidemic when everything can change all at once is the Tipping Point. We need to prepare ourselves for the possibility that sometimes big changes follow from small events, and that sometimes these changes can happen very quickly.”- From the Introduction to The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
The Next Top Spiritual Author Competition
Click link to Vote: http://www.nexttopauthor.com/profile.cfm?aid=1005
How do I begin to change everything?
I used to think that the only way I could be free was if I tackled head on the major fears in my life: Fear of death, fear of failure and success, of turning out like my dad, of being inadequate-especially in the eyes of my wife.
12 years ago, I was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome. This was the conclusion my doctor drew when he assessed all my symptoms: debilitating fatigue, allergic reactions to dairy/yeast/ gluten, depression, stomach pain and a liver panel that revealed my alkaline level to be much higher than normal. I was put on Elavil, an anti-depressant and watched as the doctor raised the dosage every week beginning at 30 until it reached 200 milligrams. Healing felt like such an uphill battle. I intuitively knew that drugs were not going to address my core issues but I had no tools to even know how to begin to get all fixed up. Moving to Colorado was a great first step. With sun more than 300 days out of the year, I had the environment on the side of a cheerful me. When I reached 200 milligrams, I made the decision to command my doctor to wean me off of Elavil. I told him I would have to find another way.
His advice: “You can always try meditating?”
I had never meditated before and thought that sounds too simplistic a prescription for so complex a condition.
In his book, The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell examines the reasons why New York’s crime rate had dropped so suddenly in the 1990’s. He explores the decision to let go of just focusing on “life-threatening” crimes and regularly tackling the “quality of life” crimes. Instead of putting more cops on the beat to look out for gang violence and murderers, the transit and police authorities dealt with removing graffiti from all subway trains, prosecuting fare-beaters, the “squeegee-men”, public drunkards and urinators. The thinking behind this new strategy was that if you make small changes to the environment that welcomes minor criminal behavior then the major criminal behavior will not develop traction either.
Now let’s substitute the word “crime” for “fear”. Instead of focusing on the major fears in life, if we make incremental changes to the environment that perpetuates minor fears, then the major fears will start to unravel and lose their grip on us. This environment is our mind and its flurry of thoughts and hang ups. You start to slow down your thinking enough to not blow your fears out of proportion. You start to ask “what am I afraid of” instead of being caught up identifying yourself as the one who is afraid. You start to find this thought which we call fear, as intriguing and not as scary. You just spend time cleaning off the graffiti instead of being angry that it is there in the first place. You don’t sit and wish for a dark night of soul to surface, you simply start with just letting go of the trivial thoughts that come up. You gently watch your thoughts come up, say hi and keep on going, saying bye. This builds mental muscle and when the deeper more frightening thoughts and memories do come up, you watch them come and go just the same.
So meditation for me was the unobtrusive and stealth catalyst for major change in my life.
It doesn’t even have to start as two-twenty minute sessions with a mantra in a sacred space. It could easily begin with a reminder three times a day to take three deep breaths. This simple act of witnessing your thoughts can transform your life and change everything because the smallest pivot in any area of our lives makes an immeasurable difference in the long run.
I attribute the elimination of every single one of my IBS symptoms to my simple practice of meditation. This simple routine has opened the doors to my connection with spirit, forgiveness of my greatest offenders, creative freedom and living out the Superman Effect. I’m glad I didn’t know that when I started. I would have overwhelmed myself if I thought meditation was to be my panacea. After all, I just wanted to feel better.
“The name given to that one dramatic moment in an epidemic when everything can change all at once is the Tipping Point. We need to prepare ourselves for the possibility that sometimes big changes follow from small events, and that sometimes these changes can happen very quickly.”- From the Introduction to The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
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