Just read it for the first time. Will share a few thoughts.
First, it seems clear to me that Socrates was, as Millman insists, a real person. But I don’t think he had any of the supernatural (should I use the word “unusual”, since anything possible is “natural”?) powers attributed to him. I don’t think Joy entered the picture during his career. I think he found himself a kindly, patient, ersatz father, with whom he did spend many nights talking, and who left a strong, lasting impression on him.
As I thought about the path of the book, it seems to me–this is the conclusion I’ve reached for myself, and of course (agreeing, as I do, with nearly everything I think) I think it reasonable–that happiness is the first step. You don’t need to fast for a week, or tenderize your feet, or risk insanity facing multiple demon assailants. The book, in my view, is backwards. It seems to me you seek first happiness, pleasure in movement, acceptance of what is and will be, and then build that happiness into your work.
We read “there are no ordinary moments”. In a sense, this is no doubt true. For years, I trained a martial art in which every training session began with the exhortation “Shikin harimitsu daikomyo”: every moment contains the possibility of enlightenment, or of a great light emerging.
Yet, can you not drive yourself nuts trying to capture EVERY moment? All the time, you are just there. You are just washing the dishes; you are just typing a post. This very process seems to me a process of grasping, of tanha. It is a greed for experience.
In my minds eye, I picture some woman on a farm somewhere, singing in a slight breeze, while hanging out the laundry, fully engaged with her moment, without realizing she is supposed to be fully engaged.
In all things, there needs to be, it seems to me, a give and take between pursuit, and being pursued. This point is latent in the book–at one time or another both are advocated, but it seemed particularly salient when Dan was traveling the world trying to find himself, as so many of his generation did. The answers may have been in rural Appalachia, or maybe in an old black church in a back street in Harlem, if by “answer” we mean people living the way he wanted to live.
This “warrior” motif has always seemed to me designed to appeal to a sense of unrecognized, because denied, machismo. It is no use lying to yourself, but most everyone does. You don’t achieve the level of athletic success that Millman did without being hard core macho. He took a LOT of risks, worked EXTREMELY hard, and was successful. He was, in his own estimation, manly. He had ample justification to feel this way. Yet, when he met Ram Dass, and Da Free John, and studied Aikido, that sense of aggression was no longer appropriate, so he modified not the core reality, but his own way of expressing it.
This, it seems to me, is the source of what I view as the sequencing errors, the placing of the cart before the horse: he wanted us all to know how tough he was, and at that wanted to create (and he clearly succeeded in this) a compelling story. Nobody reads books about “man met women, they fell in love, had no conflicts, and lived happily forever.”. This is the aim, in the end, of what Socrates taught Dan, but how dull it SEEMS, because we are used to tying ourselves in knots and calling it freedom.
As I begin to understand myself, why I do what I do, what experiences cause me to react in programmed and unthinking ways to certain situations, the more I realize that psychology is vastly more important than what gets called “spirituality”. Most people have wounds in their unconscious, which are reflected in–and quite possibly even constituted by–behavioral and cognitive waste, inefficiency, circling of goals when straight lines are possible.
Dan has the classic characteristics of someone raised by a father whose demands could never be met. Now, this is guesswork on my part, and quite possibly off by a lot, but this basic process I think has merit. Dan cannot relax, cannot be happy, because he has been programmed a certain way all his life. All the visions Socrates gives him, all the exercises he teaches him, the mindfulness, the mocking of vanity: none of this satisfies him. What he needs is love, love that he thinks he got at home, but probably did not. It was likely all conditional, upon his continued success.
Alice Miller makes an interesting point in her “Drama of the Gifted Child” that it is very common for children who actually felt a lot of pain to grow up remembering their childhoods as happy. You have to adapt, and children can adapt to nearly anything. But they take those forms of adaptation to adulthood. Many people, in my view, who want to find “God” actually are still processing psychological wounds. God is there, I believe this, but most of us are too screwed up to see Him. I am: I will put that out there.
What I think actually happened is he did most of things in the book after he graduated. He married, had a kid, traveled around, got divorced, met a younger woman, and did in fact fall in love, deeply. Tracing their original connection back to Berkeley probably had great psychological and romantic appeal. True love–I have heard–feels like you have known someone forever. And within my own metaphysics, which considers reincarnation as a virtual certainty, maybe you sometimes do meet people you HAVE known something close to forever.
As I repeat periodically, the most useful “yoga” I have found is the Kum Nye program of Tarthang Tulku, which literally starts with learning to feel again, then with feeling happiness. I personally have not followed it carefully enough, because I am still untying knots. Too much shit drifts up too often for now, so I am currently trying to get that cleaned out. But the system has merit. I have done enough to know that for certain.
I enjoyed the book. I found it useful, and no doubt emotionally sincere. A large part of my own healing has come, though, from ruthless and determined truth-telling, and this is how I see this book. Most of it is fantasy, but those fantasies do circle around certain truths. It will not be a re-reader for me, but I would recommend people to read it once.