Climbing Back Up

Sometimes we sabotage ourselves. Plain and simple. We start a diet that we know is healthy and we choose to go outside of it. We have some amazing accomplishment, like a massively successful event we produced, and our identity is so resistant to the new shape of our sense of self that we are immediately seduced into the most wasteful and narcissistic squandering of energy and time, like porn. We make a lot of extra income and spend it without care.

We fall. We falter. We fail.

We are human.

The key, I have discovered, is how quickly we can notice that we are disempowered or acting outside of our commitment… And powerfully choose to recommit in word and action. For me, it often means a cold shower or a call to a colleague to clear up my space of whatever story or blocked emotion has me triggered or disempowered.

The key is to climb back up as quickly as possible, to do whatever it takes to Rempower Yourself.

So looking back on 2017, I see that this was the lesson of the second half of the year. The first half contained this lengthy aligned, focused, clear plateau of upward momentum and continuity.  The second contained a lot of zigzags, seesaws, two steps forward and three steps back. But I kept going, stayed in the game, and restore myself. I climbed back up.

Often for me the reason the climb back up was my next workshop, the fact that more was at stake than my own feeling good in the moment… which leaves me with the question: what cause is bigger enough then you, who in your life are you committed to so strongly, that your highest expression and choice in the moment impacts them dramatically enough to spur you to make it, NOW?



Coaching – any coaching, all coaching – is what you make of it. Your coach isn’t you, so they can never guarantee you results. Only you can. Through “making something of it, something fine.” Through doing the right things long enough consistently. Through holding on to hope and faith in possibility.

Through taking action over and over and over and never giving up.

Coaching is like life, this way.

the ecstatic erotics of binge watching

Stranger Things…a heartwrenching, heart-opening, well-written, well-acted, extraordinary take on science fiction horror, nostalgia, childhood, family, friendship, and love, wrapped in a 17-episode escape-binge unto bliss. Five stars out of four.

Crowley spoke in Book Four of the mystical state of dhyana as “You will completely forget who you are, what you are, and what you are doing.” Clearly I’m not in the physiological state of that, with the pleasure in interruption of thought and engagingly interested interrogation of experience…but metaphorically, yes and indeed. We are born for bliss, and sometimes certain artworks are designed for…nay, deserve consumption in a speedy way, like a hungry man laps up food after a lengthy and unintentional fast. The blurring of the edges between subject and object takes place in states of brilliant flow where creation and consumption occur concordant.

This has been my first legitimate binge-watch. No, I didn’t go without sleep…but the addictive quality of compulsion did quickly override every other desire and plan after my morning routine was complete each day.

Luckily, I’m in the top 1% of income levels globally – yes, in case you were unaware, the exquisite privilege of wealth isn’t merely in the hands of the super-rich billionaires, but rather (when seen from a cosmopolitan view) in that of those who make more than $36,000/year and above – and so I have the luxury to spend a few days focusing only on rest, sleep, and bingeing.

The philosopher in me has interesting questions, like could the demand that art makes on one ever surmount the demand of the ethical? How does one choose from the panoply of options available for consumption of this or that artwork? A meta-ethical/aesthetic criterion? Could it really be an “addiction” if at the end you run out of both the substance you’re consuming…disproportionately and with only a frayed hold on intentionality…and if the desire itself to consume dies as well?

The dream builder in me has more questions…standing in the future fulfilled, my ideal life involves connection, creation, and…consumption? “You have to feed the mind every day,” goes KT. However, what gets chosen is the ethical/pragmatic question…and the impact it has on performance is the next question.

There appear to be good reasons to binge watch.

But then again, perhaps the artwork is only ever equal to the mind experiencing it, created in the experience itself.

insomniac gifts

One major gift of insomnia is that, rather than sacrificing one’s earliest and best energy, intention, and memory of the day to the vapid gods of global capitalism with its imperious colonizing of the best “working hours,” 9-5…you get to spend your time in pursuit of intention, desire, creation, expression.

Or so have I discovered.

This year has been a study in sleep, a research in insomnia.

A choice

Faced with failure and with the possibility that things might not work out how you want them to…how you work so very hard for them to…how you strive and struggle and strain and long for them to…

How do you choose?

Is it more empowering to believe that there’s some meaning to all this, or not?

I’m reminded of John Sheridan…

Capt. John Sheridan: You know, it’s funny, I was thinking about what you said, that the preeminent truth of our age is that you cannot fight the system. But if, as you say, the truth is fluid, that the truth is subjective, then maybe you can fight the system. As long as just one person refuses to be broken, refuses to bow down.

Interrogator: But can you win?

Capt. John Sheridan: Every time I say “no.”

I say no to nihilism. Over and over, as a practice. There must be something to hope for, something we can achieve, something we can do. And if we stay in the game, keep trying, keep moving…eventually we will get there.


Discovery and Orville

New loves.

Arttemis brings Star Trek: Discovery vividly into my home via a quite amazing TV. Discovery is fantastic, epic, beautiful, enjoyable, and remarkable so far. It’s a new flavor of Trek.

Ryan brings Orville. Orville is surprisingly good and enjoyable. I don’t at all mind it, and I’ve instantly developed a fondness for it. It’s a different flavor of Trek than Discovery, and it’s cool to have them both on TV at the same time.

Clever Orbits published it’s first podcast. We’re on FIRE.

And now in three ways, Trek lives again.

Recipe for bliss #47a: Star Trek. Also, be your highest expression in BEING in every moment, WHEREVER YOU ARE.

Justice League Mastermind

“We are the sum of our five best friends…and so is our income…” -Kevin Trudeau

These men are my best friends…

I have the exquisite pleasure and superpower of drawing big players  together, connecting them. I create spaces for amazing people to shine beautifully and powerfully, especially together…and I learn from them all! ALE is one such space, here is another.

Arttemis K, Dave B, Kirk M, and myself…trading coaching philosophy, resonating purpose, building our businesses…over delicious Thai food.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit. Or, to quote Harry Kim, “To the Journey!”i


Recipe for bliss of purpose #4: Take actions that you enjoy that will bring you just a few steps closer to the fulfillment of your highest purpose and mission. In that flow, beauty and joy you can’t imagine will show up. And in these moments, enjoy the journey.


Intricacy, nuance, complexity, and subtlety are what showed up as the possibilities of Dave Burns. Clearly and distinctly.

Up All Night

I love this. Beck’s newest song, I’m rationing it. Only once per day. Because the experience of it is so precious and delicious.

I loved it before I discovered the music video, but even more so now.

In that, a young woman, probably a preteen, marches through a raucous party to rescue her beloved, who is passed out and wetting himself atop a pool table. He clearly couldn’t handle his liquor, and was unprepared for this.

She’s aware of what he’s done and the video is mostly her gathering armor and weapons to push through the hordes between her and her beloved.

It’s not clear whether he’s intended to be her brother or her boyfriend or what. No matter what, it’s clear she loves him vehemently and even violently.

There’s a lot of subtlety in this video, worth perusing and enjoying a few times. However, what struck me was how it resonated in the depths of me.

The boy on the pool table was me, drunk with hedonism and unconscious to the love that she – God, MY beloved, and my highest self were waiting to show.

At first I thought, “Wow that’s her who has been fighting for me to wake up to her delicious monogamous love, she’s out there waiting for me…” Then I realized, it’s my feminine self, the part of me that allows and receives, but juxtaposed in power and purpose. The masculine has to let go fully in order to receive, and the feminine becomes powerful in giving. It’s time to be empowered in allowing, to fight through the crappy ideas of my needing to cause or force something to happen, both internally in expressing my highest self and also externally in creating what I want in the world.

I’m playing with these meanings because they fit me and no one else, both the idea of the masculine/feminine duality playing out this way.

Art is incomplete without the participation and interaction of the observer.

Recipe for bliss #401: Orbit what you love. Discover hidden meanings meant by G-d only for you. Share your joy.



Recipes for Bliss

So one of my committments here is to share those amazing things I discover that give access to amazing states of being.

Hence, “recipes for bliss.”

Today’s main recipe: Dr. Barry Morguelan ( released these breathing exercises, they’re amazing ways to get energized and ready for action, recovering if you’re tired, and just getting into a state of feeling good.

So my ex girlfriend would just leave them on in the background at her house while doing other things, on the reasoning that anecdotal reports of children and others having them left on in the background produced dramatic behavioral changes, like rambunctious kids settling down.

So I tried it today, camouflaging the exercises (which usually I lay down and close my eyes to follow the visualizations of etc) beneath the tunes of M83. My whole experience changed. I went from exhausted to alert, fuzzy to focused, and brimming with joy.

This was the first time I’ve done more than six hours of those in one day. Very powerful.

So imagine going from that state to a massage by the amazing lady Catherine Pierce!!!

I was suddenly blissful AND present.


Recipe # 3: get present. Get grateful. That’s all you need.

…or Beck’s music. 😉