Archive for January, 2010

Whether its white male or black male, tall person, strong person or spiritual – most of us can find our own external experience of entitlement.  But it’s also the thing “we” “found” by our twenties in order to survive in the patriarchal, top down world of dominance and control.  Those of us who found our own keys to success mostly found the part of us that could dominate in some way because that’s what works in our outer world.

Early on I choose my ability to DO it as my entitlement, it was easier to just do things myself rather than collaborate. The family around me really hated that! Then later I perfected my mind through a metaphysical spiritual keyhole that few could follow me through.  That gave me the edge, something I could sell, that set me apart and gave me my own brand of entitlement! A spiritual entitlement that I taught to students so they could claim their own abilities, unlike in another era where we played it out as sorcery, using our mastery to take up the tools and abilities of others for our own advantage. Check it out, you probably took up a cultural entitlement unconsciously or made up one that suited your own default to mastery mechanisms to a tee.  Those default mechanisms mostly come from our past lives where we spent whole lifetimes perfecting some thread of reality that paid off with success in the local culture.

Each personal default to mastery zone must be remembered, reclaimed, and reconstituted for current collaborative co-creation.

Another mechanism of entitlement gets played out as some form of dominance on the playground in elementary school.  This one is the most dangerous to us culturally now – the one where the biggest, richest, prettiest, nastiest is still stuck in the schoolyard of reality.  The ones of us or the part of us that still lives here missed the primal scream of the sixties, the self help groups of the seventies, the flight from the dysfunctional codependency of the eighties, and even the backlash to all consciousness movements of the nineties.  So here we are in the new millennium’s second decade with our entitlement cathedral showing cracks in the glass slides.  This time we all have to dismantle the entitlement, even the ones born unquestionably into it.

The planet, the people, and the astrology, all require that we DROP IT AND GO.

Take up the collaborations willingly, gracefully and enthusiastically, because we can’t save ourselves individually anymore.  We can’t continue to work alone and get by because getting by isn’t enough.  In collaborations of creativity we can find grand resolutions instead of band-aid solutions.  In collaborations of co-creation we can become a new reality that includes and thrives on everyone’s participation and wellbeing, which in turn creates more collaborations of co-creation.  It’s a snowball rolling downhill benefiting everyone along the way.

“Glass slides?” you say.

It’s a brilliant system for monitoring the outer external effects of change.

Once when I toured the cathedral in York, England I saw these little glass microscope slides glued on the tower’s stonework a hundred feet off the ground in its tower.  It turns out that is the practical method of monitoring the majestic tower for potential settling and dangerous although infinitesimally small movements of change.  The glass slide is glued on either side of any tiny cracks so that even the tiniest change will break the glass slide.    The cracks were so small that I didn’t even register that they were under there when I saw the slides.

The irony of that tiny change threatening the strength and longevity of the colossal monument to a spiritual tradition of entitlement that claimed the resources from the people who both willingly and unwillingly contributed the resources of their reality to build it.

The thing about entitlement that doesn’t work is when it unconsciously precludes others from their rightful place in the mix.  The pattern, of course, that is really boring us today is the one from the genderly/racially unconscious masculine still stuck, no matter how subtle or needy, in dominance and control.  All of us can have our Masculine playing out the old tired patterns. They can be in white men, black men, brown men, yellow men, gay women, straight women, children and dogs!  Yes, I said dogs.  They resonate and respond to the masculine non-physically in the energy field and physically in their behavior.  If you have a dog, you know what it takes to be alpha and the bigger or more alpha the dog the more alpha you have to behave to stay in control and dominance.

This is why the Haitians will not play out some weird violence in their grief.  They aren’t stuck in our western, American, cultural entitlement of dominance or control.

When nature says its time to collaborate, the wise begin the co-creation.

It is my feeling that compassion and truth are activated by the profundity of humanity in need as in the experience of a major earthquake.  People of the truth respond with compassion and appropriate behavior unlike the old dominance and control, which would either be unable to respond or would behave in an opportunistic way.  The last entitlement hold-outs are still working the media for advantage since it might be the only thing they’ve got left to play.  Likely the Haitians are not getting the television messages from us.  They’ll do their own right thing.  And like Katrina the world’s wise and compassionate ones are already on their way to Haiti to help in any way they can with what they’ve got right now.  They know who they are and I bless them and send them my love as they begin a magnificent collaborative co-creation of life emerging from the ruble of mother nature’s demand for presence.

In case you need more information about how to be aware and demanding in the dissolution of the patterns of entitlement in your own life here is a little help.

A Profile of Entitlement:

– Verbal monologue-ing that is not interesting to the listener – and only mildly to the cultural anthropologist. Verbosity on the topic that defines the particular self appointed field of mastery in reference to the world of duality and polarization that puts the entitled on top.

– Repeatedly and often soliciting rave reviews and active recognition of this mastery and prowess.  Did you see that?  Did you like that?  I did that, That was me, It’s all about me, me, me, me, me.  Designed to reinforce the entitled’s position at the top of at least the listener’s field of reference.

– Diminishing the options of the perceived underlings in order to maintain the illusion that the entitled is still supreme in some regard.  Classic to this tenet is the abused wife cut off from family, friend’s and culture by having no car, violence if leaving the house or talking to others who threaten the dominance of the entitled person.

–  Needing to experience the world through one’s sexuality or verbalizations as the primary domination.  Loves football, dogs, and anything else that can be verbally controlled or physically won.  Ok I’d love to have this one not be true, my sister is a football maniac and she assures me that she is not entitled in any way but the truth is that these items do make up a large part of the pattern structure so it magnetizes the entitled ones into its field of play.

On this idea, the pattern of entitlement reaches is cliché.  It’s a good place for me to get back to the subtlety of it because we all have to personally unravel by UN CHOOSING our own entitlement behaviors.  For most women and some men, it is now time to create our own authentic field of respect and EXPECT-ation.

It’s time for us to expect to be treated with respect, expect reverence for the feminine, expect protection for the earth and her natural creatures, expect to be abundant, expect to be included in the flow of life, expect to have our creativity recognized, and expect to collaborate wildly and successfully as we co-create a grand resolution for ourselves, our communities, our families of choice, and our meaningful relationships.

Happy eclipse season and may all your created entitlements dissolve into authentic birthrights.

Collaborative Co-Creation is our next step into abundant health, wealth, happiness, and wisdom.

Whether you are back stage, on stage, in the audience, or at your computer, I honor your part in our collaboration to co-create a new reality.

Casey Wood, 310-430-9283



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The following letter is from someone on the ground in Port au Prince, Haiti.  I thought you might like to see this and share it with others.  I’m leaving all the emails in this chain so you can connect if you want to.  This is the real world without any media hype.  People are incredibly loving and compassionate in the real world – no matter what is happening!  Don’t let the big brother scare you.  It was sent to me through the permaculture project in Haiti    http://www.permaculturehaiti.org/projects

———- Forwarded message ———- From: Laura Dvorak <lauradvorak@hotmail.com> Date: Wed, Jan 27, 2010 at 7:59 PM Subject: [PC-Relief-Haiti] update from another person on the ground in Port au Prince To: pcrelief@permaculturehaiti.org >
———- Forwarded message ———- From: Leah Nevada Page <l.nevada@gmail.com> Date: Sat, Jan 23, 2010 at 9:38 AM Subject: Update from Port au Prince To: me <l.nevada@gmail.com>

Dear Friends and Family,
I’m not sure how many days it’s been since I last wrote because I’m not sure how many days I’ve been here. It feels like it’s been one very long day but I can remember at least three sunrises. Three or four days ago I drove down to Port au Prince with a truck load of volunteers, donated medicines and food relief. We heard that there was a world wide moment of silence for the earthquake victims at 4:45 the day of our drive (not sure if this is really true but it made us feel like the world was with us so don’t tell me if it’s not the case) and just as we were saying ‘the time is arriving, let’s pull over and turn off the car’, we got a flat tire so we had no choice but to pull over and look up at the sun setting over the bare mountains and feel a bit of despair during our moment of silence.

Since arriving in Port au Prince I’ve been sleeping in the backyard of a really lovely guest house. Every night we walk our mattresses outside and set them up in a big sleepover circle. We try to minimize our time inside of buildings because of the widespread structural damage and because of the high probability of aftershocks. The day before yesterday I got shaken awake by a big aftershock (6.1 magnitude I believe) and this morning I woke to a preacher thanking god at the field hospital next door. Tomorrow morning I plan to sleep in really late (at least until seven).

Michael is currently in Jacmel with his friends. They are visiting hospitals to assess the medicine supply and bed space and posting what they find (through me with the Port au Prince internet connection) to relief websites and relevant NGO groups. SOIL has funded Michael to purchase emergency food and water aid for communities in desperate need so he’s also been working with his networks there to assess which community groups have the most grave situations and he’s been responding directly. The report from Michael yesterday evening was that he’s drinking his first cold Prestige since arriving and that the town of Lavalee has dirt in their water because of a ruptured water pipe and that Jacmel has a desperate need for condoms because of the rapid increase in prostitution as the situation has gotten more desperate.

Okay I just got distracted while writing this… There’s a group of medical doctors staying with us at the guest house and while they go out into the field every day and set up clinics they sometimes get patients who come to the door here and I just got distracted because they started operating on a man on the dining room table and I had to leave the room to get out of their way. But now I’m sitting outside at the picnic table and other than a diesel truck delivering water (and idling nearby) and the family of the man who’s being operated on anxiously waiting for news from the dining room, things are relatively calm.

Since arriving in Port au Prince, I’ve been working with Sasha Kramer (of SOIL) and a small group of friends and volunteers who all know Haiti well. We’ve been riding moto taxis and our pick up truck into neighborhoods and speaking directly with people there to discern how immediate the need is and, if necessary, paying for a water truck to do a delivery ($50) or for people to buy food. Yesterday morning Sasha and I helped to bring an intrepid doctor (Don) and a nurse (Lynn) from West Tennessee up into a steep ravine (just below the Hotel Montana) where many of the buildings have crashed and where people are too isolated and too poor to afford transport out for medical care. We drove the SOIL pickup truck through the shallow river (more passable than the old road that used to be there) and then hiked up the side of the ravine. We announced our presence and about two seconds later the first patient arrived – a girl carried in to us on a stretcher made out of a door. Don and Lynn assessed that her leg was broken and we’ve moved her to the shade so that we could bring her out with us and transport her to a hospital later. Other patients that Lynn and Don treated had deep gashes and scrapes from blocks that fell in the earthquake. In addition to helping to translate as best I could (crash course in medical vocab), Don enlisted me to start giving antibiotic shots to the patients with deep infections and to help hold together a large foot wound so that he could tack it together (it was too late for stitches). I always thought I’d get nervous about blood and needles, but in the moment this all seemed reasonable.

Update on the man on the dining room table. It turns out he’s an escaped prisoner. But I guess he’s not going anywhere fast.

Anyway, I’ve had reservations about small NGO’s before but all my reservations have disappeared in the past few days. The UN has been unable to quickly respond to the disaster even though they’ve been here for years because they have no contact with actual Haitians (a partial result of them speaking French rather than Creole and of their “security concerns” that limit them to armored compounds). SOIL, AIDG and the other small NGOs like them, have no red and green zone restricted areas and we can go everywhere. On top of that we have contact with community groups that collaborate to successfully bring in aid. When we told a couple of community leaders that we met with that we were anxious about security during distributions they laughed at us. They basically responded with “we need food and water, if you bring us that we will make sure it gets out. It’s the guys in guns that block us from the food and water that cause problems”. And its true. All of the distributions we have assisted with have gone very smoothly. I still hold out hope that the Red Cross and US AID and the UN and other acronym groups will start getting food and water aid to all the camps that have been set up in every square inch of open space in the city, but until they can get there it’s the small NGO’s that are.

Some of you have asked if your donations are going to be used right away (apparently it takes the Red Cross 45 days to receive a text message donation into their bank account) so I will tell you a funny story. The banks here are for the most part closed. The ones that opened today in Port au Prince have a limit on withdrawals and multiple-hour long lines. In order to get your donations transformed into food, water and medicine Sasha Kramer’s mom has been sending them as cashier checks to Ft. Lauderdale and the owner of a small airline who flies to Cap Haitian has been cashing them and bringing them on a plane to Cap Haitian. My first day back in Haiti Sasha called me and asked me to go on a motorcycle taxi to pick up $10,000 in cash at the airport. That $10,000 was then immediately used for the relief effort.

As I go through my day I keep making mental notes of unbelievable situations that I want to share with you all but there are too many to fit here and this email is strange enough already. There have been many difficult moments, a lot of tears and a lot of desperation but I realized last night as I was falling asleep that I have no worries any more. The small things I used to fret about in the states and in europe this year are gone. I can only remember that I used to sometimes experience the feeling of worry but I can’t remember the content. I’m incredibly happy: so joyful to be around close friends, so grateful that my friends are okay, and so honored to have the opportunity to take all of your good will and run around Port au Prince with it bringing water to people who need water.
Much love, Leah _______________________________________________

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