Our high school English teacher (who preferred we call her Wendy) taught us how to meditate.
She led a guided meditation in the classroom to show us how to do it properly. As I recall, the room turned pink, there was a giant ball of white light surrounding and penetrating us, and we all came back to our normal waking state relaxed, at peace, and extremely joyous.
When I got home and enthusiastically told my dad about the meditation adventure, he immediately called the school and cussed out the teacher.
“I’ll be damned if I’ll stand by and let you pump my son’s head full of your cock-eyed eastern religious bull s___!”. That was a little embarrassing as I recall, but I digress.
Wendy told us that we were going to go “inside”… deep inside, to the core of our being. I remember wondering what the hell Wendy was talking about. Where is this place called “deep inside”, how does one get there, and what would make a journey like that worth it?
I went somewhere, but I had a hard time imagining it as deep inside. I suppose It was just one person’s take on where one’s spirit resides.
Later I would hear that the spirit resides outside the body. That the soul is like an invisible
egg-shape, surrounding and protecting us. Eventually I heard the point of view that the entire universe is made up of particles and waves of which we are a part. Just a bunch of particles and waves mingling together in a sea of potentiality.
All of these places and spaces where our spirit supposedly resides are all just theory of course, but I was thinking of the term “Get yourself out there” the other day and I began to wonder about that place too. What does “out there” really mean? Where is this place called “out there”?
Of course the obvious answer is in the public eye, and all the reading I’ve ever done on the subject of art careers commends you must get your stuff out there. But “out there” could be at a service station vacuum machine or the shower near the public pool. So where is it really?
Perhaps in order to arrive at the perfect out there, one must first visit the perfect deep inside. Maybe the answer to where “out there” is for you is hidden “deep inside” and you have to go there to pick up the map. (Remember maps? They used to be printed on big folded paper instead of on tiny lit up screens.)
It’s fun to ponder these things. Especially in light of the fact that we may be “just a bunch of particles and waves mingling together in a sea of potentiality.”