The Experience/Book

ill dragHow I Lost All My Fucks is more than a book, it’s a one-month experience that will have you losing all yours:

“Giving a fuck is excessive concern to the point of deviating from authenticity; when we hide important parts of ourselves, our opinions, feelings, whatever; usually to avoid a reaction from another person.
Reactions can lead to change, to situations and relationships morphing,
which can be scary and unpleasant.  Or, it can be wonderful.
But it will be real.

ill frongI tell my fuckfull to fuckless tale with childhood memories, shenanigan-filled reveries, and illustrations – then I hand it over to you.  One month of very “hands-on” learning with Fuckless Adventures and a daily meditation practice (with a grounded and irreverent how-to) will have you well on your way to fucklessness. (All together it’s an average of 20 minutes a day or so, longer if you get creative with it.)

How I Lost All My Fucks a mindfulness one – two – PUNCH! – that will change your outlook for looong after the month-long experience has wrapped up. HILAMF aims to be a cathartic emotional rollercoaster after which you will never be the same.  Kind of like doing hallucinogens or having sex for the first time, but no one’s going to talk about how weird skin looks at great lengths, nor get an STD.

Stay tuned for info on the release of How I Lost All My Fucks…

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Enlightenment is a destructive process.

I came across a photo meme the other day with this quote by Adyashanti:

“Make no mistake about it – enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of… untruth. It’s seeing through the façade of pretense. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.”

I’d like to add my own perspective…

The path of enlightenment (which never ends) has everything to do with becoming better and/or happier!  It also involves an extremely uncomfortable process that will totally ruin the perspectives you’ve spent your whole life creating (paradoxes are big in spirituality).

The crumbling away of paradigms that no longer serve us can be painful, for sure.  However, it is necessary to clear the old before creating the new –  you wouldn’t want to build a shiny new building on a crappy old foundation, would you?

Destruction is essential to creation.

After the dust settles, you have a new set of tools with which to handle life’s obstacles and challenges.  You have access to internal wisdom that will always point you in the right direction.  Relationships become honest, your mind becomes clear, and the inherent worth of yourself and others becomes apparent.  You do become better.

After the dust settles, you are left with a profound feeling of possibility, freedom, and expansiveness.  Personally, I don’t think I even knew true happiness before undergoing this process.  I knew it in beautiful fleeting moments, sure.  However, I had no idea that it was just chillin’ in the background the whole time – constant access to sheer joy!  You do become happier.

It feels like you’ve been let in on the cosmic joke.  It’s freakin’ awesome.  Don’t let a little destruction deter you, but do be aware that it’s part of the process.

The juice is totally worth the squeeze.

How to dissolve cheap beer hiccups with meditation.

I’m sure I learned what meditation was sometime before college, but I didn’t spend much time absorbing the concept until then.  I had an Eastern Philosophy teacher that is still probably the most self-assured person I’ve ever met.

He genuinely did not give a shit about what anyone thought of him, as he said, “other people’s thoughts are none of my business”.  I found him to be hilarious, and always unintentionally so.  The best kind of funny.

He described the purpose of meditation as widening the gaps between thoughts to allow observation of the peaceful quiet that exists behind them, and to enjoy a more pleasant mindspace as a result.  He shut off the lights, had us put our heads in our folded arms, and asked us to focus on our breathing.  Whenever we had a thought we were supposed to acknowledge it without judgement, let it go, and return to our breathing.

Most of the time I thought about a guy, wondered if he liked me.  Thought about how cute he was.  Replayed our recent conversations.  I kept returning back to my breath just to have my mind pipe up again, “He’s so cute.  He reminds me of Floyd from Dazed and Confused…”

But then it happened, I thought—“…………..”, for a few solid seconds.

“Oh!  And that’s the same dude as in Out Cold!”—But it had happened, however briefly; I experienced my first sizeable gap between thoughts.  I wanted more of that peaceful feeling.  And, apparently, whoever that dude was.

Though I enjoyed the peace I discovered in that philosophy class…I lacked focus.  The first real application of meditation to my life was using it to get rid of the hiccups.  I drank a lot of cheap beer quickly in those days, so I’d get them pretty frequently.  At some point I realized that all of the solutions offered up (swallow a spoonful of sugar, stare at the ceiling whilst hopping on one foot, BOO!) were all just various ways of *not thinking* about the hiccups.

So I tried using meditation to do so, and low and behold – it works like a charm!  In those days most of my meditation was done in graffiti-covered bathroom stalls.  Focusing on my breath, calming my mind, and dissolving those cheap beer hiccups.