The commentors have spoken! Last Friday, I asked which of the dormant posts in my drafts folder should be brought to life, and which left to die. Results? A tie! This week, as requested, I’ll talk about the Law of Attraction; next week, I’ll talk about…well, you’ll just have to come back next Friday and see…
- are my friend on Facebook, or
- tried to date me on one of the eleventy-seven* dating websites I worked my way through pre-BF, or
- like to comb the archives for weird communicatrix tags
…you probably know that I, as I like to say, “hew to the woo”. This doesn’t mean I eschew science or that I’m the opposite of The Non-Believers we had to wait through 44 fucking American presidents to have someone put a name to; au contraire, I rejected the notion of the Lord Jesus as either personal savior or savior of mankind a long, long time ago. No, I like to think of myself as a “Well, hell, who knows, so arm yourself with factual knowledge, be nice and use whatever story you like as a meditation to get you through the rest of it.
A meditation? What the…?
Let me back up a wee bit.
First, much as I’d like, I’m no meditatrix. I sit, I breathe, and if I’m not doing anything else, I start to itch. I’ll get there someday (and YES, I try now and again) but for now, I use the dishes or the dog’s walk or even HULU hooping to let my mind go elsewhere. (Although I confess, yesterday I HULU hooped to the one episode of The Real Housewives of Orange County they have loaded, just to see what the unholy fuss is about, of course, and do you know, I actually started to get dizzy, which never happens with Dragnet.)
No, when I say meditate on something, I mean some sort of stick to wrap the loose bits of your life around so you can get them off the floor and closer to your myopic gaze. Or, better yet, a lens through which to observe things. Woo-woo stuff lends itself nicely to this, because most of it has some structure and a whole lotta loosey-goosey.
Take astrology, for example. I’m a Virgo (duh…tagline!) with a Libra moon and Cancer rising. That’s about all I remember from the first chart I had done, by my first shrink-slash-astrologer**, except that I also have Venus in Leo, which means I have to be very happy with my hair, which, sadly, since the Crohn’s and the meds and now middle age hormonal change, I am not. However, I am extremely happy with The BF’s hair, which oddly enough makes up for a lot.
Anyway, when you get your sun sign and moon sign and suchlike, you can get all crazy about “Oh, I’m a Scorpio, so all I like to do is have sex sex sex and all the other signs hate me!” OR you can look at the attributes, think about how they might be manifesting (or not) in your life, and think about how you might tease out the purported good qualities and grapple with the particular challenges this system presents. It’s framework for looking at something, or a way to section off a piece of your life so you can start looking at something, somewhere, rather than just woe-is-me-ing it all the way home.
All that woo-woo stuff works like this (for me, which, let’s face it, is the way I think it should work). Not gospel, not prophecy, not something that dooms you to some predetermined end or even tells you what you should (or shouldn’t be doing that way). Whether you are reading a horoscope in the paper or getting a fancy-expensive, one-on-one reading from an astrologer, you are, you’ll pardon my saying so, an idiot of colossal proportions if you try following them to the letter. Okay, that’s judge-y; how about, you’re being awfully imprudent, aren’t you? Putting your life and your decisions in the hands of a third-party?
No, that’s not how I roll. Numerology, enneagram, magic Chinese throwing sticks, what-have-you: they are tools to play with, and to use with caution and discretion.
When the hell are getting around to this Law of Attraction, anyway?
Okay, I’m getting to the meaty part of the post now. But the preamble is important, because I think that swallowing the Law of Attraction whole, whether served up by The Secret or the Hickses or Florence Scovel Shinn (back in 1925!) is what both gums up the perfectly reasonable underpinning works and infuriates the skeptics, a.k.a. the Non-Believers (who have every right to be kinda pissed off by the name, even as they’re happy for the shout-out).
Before undies start getting themselves in bundles, let’s look at what the Law of Attraction means. Well, the new age-y version. Which generally gets summed up as thoughts having vibrations, or energy, that attracts things that have similar vibrations or energy. Or, to put it in a neat, 19th-century, no-nonsense nutshell, “Like attracts like.” (Which either sounds sensible or even dumber, depending on your opinion of Ye Olde Fashioned Bromides.)
People for it say it empowers people to be masters of their own destinies; people ag’in it say that at its most benign, it’s hooey and at its most pernicious, it promotes blame-the-victimism, e.g., if you’re attracting the bad juju, it’s YOUR FAULT, weak and gormless ninny, so neener neener to you and your barren womb, terminal unemployability or string of Job-like trials.
My own take is this: it might work. Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion, bodies at rest tend to stay at rest.
Or it might not. I give you medicinal leeches and a sun that revolves around the Earth. (On the other hand, I give you medicinal leeches, so who the hell knows?)
I tend to think that if the Law of Attraction does work, for most people, it doesn’t work head on. You learn a little about yourself, you learn a little about the outcome of dating cads, you learn how to start liking yourself, the cads become less attractive, you become more attractive et voila! You magically, through the Law of Attraction, and 15 or 20 years of hard work, stop dating assholes and find a nice guy.
Same thing applies to health, money, happiness or whatever. The universe may or may not be doing its thing, but either way, the thing is gonna get done hella faster if you’re doing some of the heavy lifting, exercise, or eating right, or therapy, or whatever, than if you’re wishing really hard for God to turn you into a fairy princess who rides a unicorn every day to her magical castle on the hill.
Using The Law of Attraction as meditation!
So what’s the mashup? Pretty much project thinking, as I see it:
- Figure out what you want.
- Figure out where you are.
- Figure out the steps between where you are and where you want to get to.
The steps will most likely change along the way, oh, boy, will they ever. And at some point in the journey, you may even decide that you’re not so interested in that destination, but this rest stop, or this detour. Personally, I think it’s because we’re most of us are kind of impatient dumbasses (when I’m being harsh) or ignorant flowers (when I’m being generous): really, how the hell are you supposed to know what the hell it is you want when either you haven’t experienced it yet or it doesn’t exist, or both?! I mean, yes, there are a few people with a vocation for, uh, a vocation that already exists, and they seem to have it from the time they’re three, and it’s simply exasperating to the rest of us. Doctor, nun and astronaut were on the list when I was growing up; “communicatrix”, alas, was not.
As you get closer to The Thing you want, it gets a little easier, just as you relax a little when that landmark you’ve been scouring the unfamiliar horizon for finally appears in hour 11 of a very long drive in unfamiliar territory. Then you just, you know…go.
Pointing your guns in the right direction is kind of a prerequisite (unless you’re pretty cool about being open and explore-y, which I’m not, so shut up and quit making me curse my stupid lot even more.) If you need some sort of guide to exploring yourself, there are lots of fun ways to go about it, from rigidly structured to loosey-goosey, and from free (costing only time) to sky-high expensive (we’ll leave off those for now, this being a depression and all). They range in woo-woo-ness from not at all to quite a bit, so, you know, find what suits you (or what resonates, as the new age kids say) and leave the rest:
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People I’ll confess that this is kind of a tedious read. (Sorry, Mr. Covey!) But there are good stories that keep you going, and TONS of good exercises. You kind of can’t argue with the principles behind it, and they really will help you build up great habits that will “attract” great stuff into your life.
Toastmasters International Yes, it’s a speaking club. But it offers a terrific, solid, workbook structure for systematically, incrementally getting better at something. Plus the people are so nice. And bonus! You will become a better communicator of ideas, as well as a better leader of men, if you participate. Lots of stuff accelerated for me as a result of my two years in Toastmasters. If you live in L.A., I can personally recommend the Del Rey and Joseph P. Rinnert clubs. Tremendous support for a great price.
FlyLady She’s currently enjoying a spike in popularity, but she’s been delivering solid advice on making a better life for yourself for years now. There’s lots of stuff for sale on the site, and the design is kind of loopy and gives me a bit of a headache, but there’s a wealth of great info for free. The Twitter accounts especially add a lot of value, as they say in the biz world. I’ve dipped in and out of FlyLady for years now, when I’ve needed a little clarity and action. Those little mini-cleanups she advocates (which pop up randomly if you follow on Twitter) are fantastic for getting things moving.
The Artist’s Way Hands down, my fave reco for anyone who self-identifies as at least slightly creative. It’s a 12-week, self-directed course of study in YOU, with some great exercises I used for years afterward. You can buddy up or find a group to do it with, if you’re not a lone wolf, but I did it all by myself and it worked like gangbusters: got me transitioned from advertising to acting. Za-zing!
Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life My fave feng shui book, I used this to get me out of some of the darkest post-breakup days into the light. And a shitload of money, no lie: I feng shui’d the crap out of my kitchen (prosperity corner) and within two weeks, two individual gargantuan residual checks which the agency had been sitting on finally showed up. Might they have come anyway? OF COURSE. But this way, I got a clean kitchen, felt great about it, and distracted myself from thinking about how my life was over because my heart had been tossed into the dumpster like so much trash. (Which is bad feng shui, btw: always keep your trash can emptied!) I still crack it open when I’m feeling stuck, or like I want to pull a little goodness into my life.
Tarot, horoscopes, numerology, enneagrams, etc. These are all fun toys to play with for looking at yourself, finding patterns and even coming up with daily (or weekly, or monthly) “meditations”. I put them last because they’re the most woo-woo, the easiest to do badly and better, in my opinion, better as a sort of an advanced-class add-on to more practical, hands-on stuff. It’s really easy to get passive about the serious woo-woo stuff, and that’s always dangerous territory; everyone remembers that one episode of The Twilight Zone where William Shatner and his young bride narrowly escape the clutches of a tiny, mechanical fortune teller who casts a terrible spell upon the less fortunate couple who decide to give up on skeptical thinking and entrust their future to a devil doll in a diner jukebox.
Wait, we don’t all remember it? For the love of all that’s holy, drop everything and go watch it now!
As you’ve likely surmised by now, I’m an adherent of the belief that pretty much any course of study or action can be a meditation, and that whatever you start applying your considerable (really! it is!) will to begins to “attract” more of the same. It’s Yellow Volkswagen Syndrome, if you like: you become oriented towards cattle ranching or long-distance running or pie, and you start to see longhorns or times to sneak in a run or flaky crust wherever you go.
Me? I pull stories from life. And the more I do, the more I see stories, and the more I attract the kind of people who like to read them.
Not sure they’ll ask for something like this again anytime soon, though. Although, you never can tell: sometimes, the stuff you pursue pulls you in some mighty interesting directions.
*new-favorite word alert!
**won on a bet! Now there’s a future post for you!