HELLOOOO, TRAUMA! 

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Here's a warm welcome to the deep triggers, the gripping fears, the bottomless loneliness, the fiery rages, the oceans of grief, the impenetrable blocks, the vague uneasiness, the acute anxiety, the things we cannot get over, the things that we want so much but that remain just out of our grasp, the chronic relationship/money/health issues that worsen the harder we try, and my personal favorite, that unspecified fuckedupted'ness that just won’t budge!

 

Let us not forget the ever-on time and lacerating self-hatred, who is not to be outdone by the always-devastating and ruinous self-doubt, and  here's numbness—only she’s disappeared, that sly minx!,  

 

And last but not least, our mainstage strippers who are making their way to the stage in their glittering high heels: Guilt!

 

Annnnnnnnd: Shame! 

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We may think that the hellscape gang roll-called above come to us again and again because we are lazy or weak-willed.

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When things get really dark, we may feel that perhaps we we were just born wrong. We may even feel we are cursed.

 

Doomed by destiny or our parents or some past life or God to fail and be unhappy in certain ways no matter how hard we try.

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To all of this, I say: Nope! 

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The Gospel of Pleasure is a paradigm shift in what pain actually is--and what it means. 

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I teach that our problems and pain come to us again and again not for any of the reasons above or because we're unlucky or stupid or cursed or gluttons for punishment.

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No, no, our pain returns for the last (and sweetest) reason we'd ever suspect.

 

Our pain comes to us again and again because it wants us to be with it.​

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Be with it without trying to solve or fix it, that is. 

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When we will be very daring and very brave and be with--or see our pain, as I like to say: it becomes the blessing to us that it yearns to be. 

 

This is such good news, and the process is so good-natured, that I call my work The Gospel of Pleasure (the GOP).

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Don't worry, I already know.

 

You're thinking: What planet is she on? My pain is fucking up my life. 

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Well, friend, The Gospel of Pleasure is an experiential truth. ​

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The great news: It takes only a few minutes to experience what I'm speaking of for yourself. 

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Once you experience it--even just for a few minutes--you'll find yourself saying: "Oh."

 

And immediately after: "Ohhhhhh." 

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If you're here, you've probably already  tried a bunch of other stuff. 

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What can 15 minutes hurt? 

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Further reading about the Gospel of Pleasure: High Pleasure and Deep Pleasure.

 

Think of high pleasure and deep pleasure as yin and yang, PB&J, Fruit Loops with cold milk: we gotta have both for our joy and well-being. 

 

'Cause Fruit Loops without the milk is unacceptable. ​​​​​​​​