Hmm… I was just reading a website that talked about "biohacking" (they were selling vitamins!).
Here's the thing: Can I "hack" my own life? Is it spiritually OK to hack myself? Is my soul hackable? (I'm assuming you know that "hack," in digitaleze, means something like: "trick your way into a system and change it").
This is tricky. Some will say No, No, No! It's all perfect. You are not the Doer. Stop trying to control everything. Just surrender. It's all perfect. Be real. Be natural. Whatever you do, don't use Botox! (there is none in my face, btw, but do you get that there is nothing wrong with this or with anything from the pov of a non-dual consciousness?––duh!).
Yes, that's true, you and I are not The Doer, and it's also true that it's all One, and The One appears today as me, feeling the urge to exercise my illusion of having a choice to creatively hack my life (in-between bouts of just handing it all over, except my hair). Surrender and control are not opposites, at higher levels of consciousness (if you are a former motherwave or iWave student reading this, you will remember hours of entertainment on this matter of how to flow on a wave between surrender and manifestation).
According to my experience, you CAN hack your life and still hand it over; and one of the best ways to do this is to surrender temporarily to a genuine "soul-hacker." Of course there are zillions of wannabes, and a few real ones (hint: the real ones have been through their own Very Dark Nights and they heal you by loving you skillfully).
To get hacked, I travelled this week to Santa Barbara for an evening with some dynamic, new (to me) teachers, genuine soul-hackers. (I enjoy surrendering to other teachers and teachings, and then re-emerging into my own download stream, usually much enriched). I got up in front of the room as the first demo person, and the guy started beating on me, like a Holy Roller (but more enlightened). You had to be there to get why this spontaneous healing was actually great, and just what I needed, although I felt a bit bruised the morning after; but, honestly, I needed some shaking up because I have a clever, slippery mind and persona that can usually talk its way out of an ambush. It was good to be ambushed.
The three clients I worked with this morning got ambushed, of course, and they really seemed to like it. Fifty Shades of Spiritual Grey.
From where I'm sitting right now, the "spiritual" and "growth" world looks like a cacophonous many-ringed circus of life-coaches and trainings and the endless repeating of unrealized truisms––well, you know! And it's all good, everyone gets to have their own journey; yet to be honest, it also looks to me like many useless doorways that can waste a lot of a shortish lifetime by distracting you, or building up an identity that you will only have to give up later, when you get to the gate you really want to go through, the one where you get ambushed by Life Itself, God Itself, and experience the relief and safety as well as the freedom and creativity of coming home. Before you die physically, of course.
Blahdiblahdiblah… those words: Life, God, freedom, coming home. Do we know what they mean any more, or have they become marketing terms? For me, everything stopped working about 10 years ago when things fell apart (that is an understatement!). I had to switch life operating systems to MYSTIC OS Version ONE, which was a very real life-and-soul hack. I'm not just saying this: I lived it, and what I'm talking about is the actual mystical experience of surrendering to Source (or if you like, my dear English atheist friends, a "higher operating system").
Are you at this moment of shifting to a new life-operating system? Have your past initiations that you thought were The-Answer-Forever stopped working? I'm now so grateful that in my own shattering, everything stopped working in the shocking disorientation of so many life-support systems being removed one after another––thanks, God!––even leading edge methods and understandings that had worked brilliantly until that point were like a flea on an elephant's arse. The elephant––or in other words, who I thought I was––had to die, not just be taught a few tricks. Yikes!
I was ambushed, and it has hurt. I've had to genuinely LIVE an initiation into another Reality: a different dimension where "It's all One" doesn't mean "We are filled with oxytocin from group energy" (which was also the case with Nazism), but means this: It's all One, so there is only one power. Anything, any people, places, conditions or things, that I fear or worship cannot actually have any power over my life, because that would mean they are "second powers," and Oneness means: One. Without. A. Second.
This is a literal, raw experience in which the very practical issues of life: Love, Wealth, Health and Life Purpose, are handed over to a trusted infinite invisible One, without a back door.
And it has worked. Letting go of pretty much all of it has worked spectacularly well! I am flourishing.
This authentic surrender is so different from using that Higher Power to get what we think we want––that it isn't even funny! It's about being used by that power, and the kinds of things you find yourself honestly wishing for sound more like "Thy will, not mine," or "Use me!" than "Gimme a car or a boyfriend!" (although there is nothing wrong with anything––everything is included).
Then something new starts to happen, which has been called the Divine Ambush. It was already happening: everything was already part of a guiding destiny-story of unspeakable love, but there is a moment, or many moments, when this ambush is consented to. Something in you really says "Yes!" and the true meltdown* really begins. Now you can't fix or control things; you are in the dark; you don't know who you are any more; you are being tinkered with, hacked down to the bones, like the ancient Sumerian Goddess Innana who was left on a meathook in the underworld until all her flesh had been pecked off––hacked off!––by birds. And these were her helper spirits! This gives a whole new meaning to the idea of soul-hacking. And by the way, the skeleton in this primal mythology, that preceded the Christian resurrection story by centuries, represents... the soul!
I didn't know this post was going here; I was just playing with the idea of soul-hacking, but I am writing my honest experience. Only after she was hacked down to the bones did Innana start to build up her new and immortal body. I am experiencing that the long, hanging-on-the-meathook phase is mostly over and a new body of love is gradually being built, which is not only physical! (But I DO look mahvellus, for my age which is 63).
There is a mystical body of light and love gestating within each of us. Yet before that new birth there is a kind of #deathwithoutphysicallydying that I, at least, have had to go through. If what I have described sounds awful, may it also be awe-inspiring.
This is a firsthand, journalistic description of the birthing of the New Mystic Species, which this whole website is about. But it won't interest you unless you are coming to the end of the fascination with trying to fix yourself and your life, and are starting to really, honestly, practically, realize that you need a new way. Sometimes a voluntary soul-hacking (deep surrender), or letting yourself be hacked, can save you the horrible learning experiences it might otherwise take to turn your head towards the real birth canal, for your real birth as an imperfect prototype of a new, enlightened human, mystic species that many of us have come to earth to pioneer.
On the home page is a working version of the iWAVE MYSTIC MANIFESTO.
Go Hack Yourself (or better yet, Go Get A Good Soul-Hacker who is guided by Source. (Yes, I do mean me, for example ;-) I have a couple of weekly private session spots available right now).
*P.S. As explained elsewhere on this site, "Meltdown" was the name I copyrighted nearly 20 years ago for a positive, deliberate method of letting go which was taught in the Institute to many people for many years. I'm sure they have been giggling along with me, as it has become a fashionable term for a negative stress implosion. Ha!
*Is Love scientific? Let's clear out the memes.
*Unimaginable, SCIENTIFIC Love.
*My cat doesn't like inquiry
*DOWNWAVES: On Creativity and Life Purpose.
*ARE YOU IN A MELTDOWN?
*Melting your Heartbreak.
*From WITNESS to WETNESS
*A GHOST AFRAID OF DYING
*My Hot Date with Eckhart (A Brief History of Now)
*Fatherwave, Fibromyalgia and Physics
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