Levity Field

Levity Field

Levity is the old opposite of gravity, the word for the force that lifts things upward rather than pulling them down, and the Levity Field is where Justin and Gerhard go looking for it every week. It is an hour of lightness, humour and playfulness held up against the heavy moments, because the serious things get easier to carry when you stop carrying them so seriously. levityfield.substack.com

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  1. 4 ngày trước

    #3 - Men-ifesting

    This companion piece to this week’s episode. The podcast is the full, unedited, and raw version; this is just the rundown of what I talked about. You can listen to this episode on Spotify, and Apple Podcasts for audio only. Gerhard is in Finland at a summer cabin, Justin is in Miami with a new machine and two condenser microphones held up by candles, and somewhere between those two facts we ended up on discipline, resistance, and why almost nobody acts on the voice they have been hearing for years. Also a new word: menifest, which neither of us can now say correctly, so here is the rundown. Finland, and the thing every friend group says once. Two Jans and a Marina booked a summer cabin an hour and a half west of Helsinki and asked if I wanted to come, and it is their first time here and they cannot get over how calm it is. September is about the limit for cabin weather, after that it gets cold and dark and you lose the part that makes it worth it. Which led to the conversation every group of friends has at least once, about buying land together somewhere remote and keeping it for themselves. Neither of us knows anyone who has actually done it. Candles as microphone stands. Justin’s seven year old MacBook has been retired and the new one does not sound like a jet engine, which matters more than it should, because recording with condenser mics means killing the AC, the fridge, the storm doors, and waiting for a gap in the flight path over Miami. It took him two weeks to work out the old fan was on every recording. The mics currently stay in position thanks to two candles and a cord, which is either engineering or devotion depending on how you look at it. Working without a nine to five takes more discipline, not less. When you have a job or kids or employees, the day has a shape whether you like it or not. What we do has no shape at all, which sounds like freedom and is, and also means that if you want to learn audio engineering or get to the gym or keep any practice going, nobody is going to build the container for you. Priming. The morning routine is really one idea, which is connecting with yourself before you connect with the world. Meditation, nine minutes of stretching, journaling, coffee, and the phone in flight mode all night until after the espresso. Then, and only then, the world gets access to you. The struggle phase. Flow has four phases and the first one is struggle, which is the minute where you sit down and your body suddenly needs water, a walk, or your phone. Enormous numbers of people quit within touching distance of the chemicals they were about to get. You just have to sit through it. The six things. Koya’s list of morning habits is sunlight, movement, hydration before coffee, breathwork, no scrolling, and journaling, and Gerhard turned out to be doing all six without having read it. Justin adds ten or fifteen minutes of handpan, which is his version of journaling. Why the habits fall apart without a north star. All of it means nothing without something underneath it. Tony Robbins’ six human needs work as a ladder: certainty and safety, then variety, then significance, then connection and love, and those four make the last two possible, which are growth and, at the top, contribution. Once you know what you are of service to, the routines stop being hacks you read about and start being preparation for something that will ask everything of you. The gremlin wants you exactly where you are. Justin had six weeks of COVID and then five more days of not going to the gym, each one with its own excellent reason, the class time moved, it looked like rain, he had recording to do. Then he went, and by the walk home the motivation was back. This is the thing worth remembering: you do not wake up motivated and then act. You act, and the motivation catches up. Resistance is not a sign you picked the wrong thing, it shows up because you are about to change, and it never fully goes away. And the opposite trap. People build rigid routines and get so precious about them that one missed day ruins the week, which is just control wearing a healthier outfit. Some days you are travelling and cannot run or meditate, and that is fine. The trickster throws the ball out and trusts it comes back, sometimes late, sometimes in the shape of a butterfly. If you recognised yourself in this piece, you are not the only one. A lot of us get very good at achieving, performing, and solving problems for everyone else, and slowly lose track of our own voice along the way. Eleven Dunbar is a curated membership community of dreamers, builders, and founders: a place to play, connect, and grow together. A place to find your voice, find your people, and create the impossible, without doing it all alone. Our home is Elfen Town, a cozy virtual town that is open around the clock. Members drop in at any hour to work side by side, play without an agenda, and have the kind of conversations where you can be your actual self. Beyond the town there are live gatherings, in-person meet-ups, and people who notice when you go quiet. The community is capped at 150. The suffering artist is a myth. Very German romanticism, the idea that making anything real has to hurt. It had a founder version too, in San Francisco, where taking no salary was treated as a rite of passage. Both are stories, and neither is a requirement. Five years. Two conversations this week. A woman in her forties who started crying on a call because someone else finally said out loud what she had been feeling for years, and a man at a dinner in Miami who had made a big career change, who Justin guessed had been thinking about it for three years. It had been five. Almost everyone has a version of this, and what usually breaks the loop is something that jolts you, a death, an injury, a breakup, a job lost. The practices and the people are the alternative to waiting for the jolt. Two layers. There is the layer that needs healing, the nervous system and the wounds, and that work is real. Underneath it is something that was never damaged, the essence you arrived with, and it is not asking to be fixed. It already knows and it wants the best for you. The whole job is remembering it is there. Right relation. The phrase comes from a shaman Justin worked with, and it means your body and heart being in right relation with your surroundings. The useful part is that it takes the judgment out. A room that is not yours is not a bad room, and you are not broken for feeling wrong in it. It is just not yours. Practicing being human. There is a scene in Westworld where the robots keep talking to each other when nobody is watching, because they are practicing. That is what this podcast is, and what most good conversations are. The alternative is stacking it all up inside you, where it turns into resentment and gets ten times harder to move. The one nobody does. We tell everyone about the problem except the person it is actually about. Friends, family, anyone who will listen, while the other person stays oblivious, which means you have done all the analysing and they have not even been told there is something to analyse. The canoe. You are rowing towards your north star and then your shoulders turn and you are in a tributary with low water and mud and something in the trees, and eventually you remember where you were supposed to be going and row back. The way back is hard and then you are in it again and it feels obvious. Then the next side quest arrives, as a person or an opportunity or just a thing that happens, and around it goes. The invitation. Pick the thing you have been not doing and go and do it today, badly, at the wrong time, in the rain. Do not wait to feel like it, because that is not the order it happens in. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit levityfield.substack.com

    #3 - Men-ifesting
  2. 27 thg 8

    #2 - Permission Granted

    This is the Levity Field, which is the show Justin and I make for the lighter end of things, and this week it nearly became the Brevity Field because his six year old MacBook spent forty five minutes deciding whether to keep going. It held. We talked about donuts for longer than anyone needed, and then found the thing underneath, so here is the rundown. The donut, again. Justin ordered one donut. Instacart does not sell one donut, so the shopper messaged him to ask whether he wanted six, and he said yes, which is roughly the same test the universe set him in Asheville a while back when one donut turned into twelve. This time there was a complication, because there were only three plain glazed and three with chocolate, which led to an actual conversation with a stranger about whether the chocolate sits on top of the glaze or replaces it. She did not know. He had to investigate. The chocolate ones turned out to be a speed bump rather than a treat, and he has three glazed sitting in wait, on a clock. Toy Story 5, without the spoilers. Bonnie has grown up a bit and is finding it hard to make friends, because she still wants to play with toys while everyone around her is looking at a Lilypad, which is the film’s iPad. Then she gets one herself. What Pixar does so well, across five films now with the quality somehow holding, is use the medium to remind adults what make believe felt like before it became something you grew out of. It is also, for what it is worth, the only Pixar franchise where nobody dies. If-then. This is where the conversation turned. Justin described the loop plainly: for years it was if I get the exit, then I’ll be happy, and now that the exit is no longer the point, it has quietly become if I get to the right place, then I’ll be ready. Six weeks until Miami ends, everything in storage, Costa Rica and Mexico and Hawaii and Chiang Mai all on the table, and underneath it the same sentence that never finishes. The advice he got from someone he played a sound bath for was better than most of what he had been telling himself. Just go places. Stop picking a spot on a map and go. Demons and gremlins. The way Justin describes it is that there is a demon behind the scenes ringing a bell, and while the bell is ringing you are under the spell without hearing a thing. The work is noticing the bell, which shatters it, and then noticing that the demon has come back with a different one, which is the universe running the same test until you pass it. My addition is that you can draw it. Give it a face, ask it what it wants, sit with it long enough to understand it, because it is also you, and it would rather be met with some compassion than fought. Write with your hand. We agreed we need to make a physical journal for Eleven Dunbar members, an analog donut to go with the digital one. Justin meditates, sits in the sun for ten minutes, and does not journal. I have been doing it every morning for years and it is the single practice I would keep over all the others. It does not matter what you write, one sentence is enough. What matters is that it is by hand, in the morning, every day, because something cascades from that over time and slowly untangles a great deal. The thing underneath all of it. How deeply conditioned we are to wait for permission, from parents, siblings, partners, friends, institutions, and how strange it is when you say it out loud, that we believe we need approval from somewhere outside to simply be who we are and live how we want to live. The invitation. Catch one if-then this week and take the if away. Not the whole life, just one. Then go and do the thing that was waiting on the other side of it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit levityfield.substack.com

    #2 - Permission Granted
  3. 20 thg 8

    #1 - There Are Words Out There

    First episode, first recording, no intro music yet and a silly background that neither of us wants to change, so here is the rundown of what happened. Why this show exists at all. We have been recording together on The Unreasonable Art of Living for ten or twelve episodes now and something kept showing up in those conversations that did not belong to that project, a different energy that wanted its own room, so we built one, and the deal here is that we can wander wherever we like, consciousness and meditation and longevity and donuts and whatever film one of us watched last week, without carrying the weight of representing anything. The names that did not survive. We spent a long time noodling and produced, in order of increasing embarrassment, The Justin and Gerhard Show with Justin and Gerhard, Eleven Donuts, which sat too close to Eleven Dunbar but gave us one donut short of a full box as a description of our general condition, Glazed and Confused, which was very nearly perfect, One of Us, which we both loved because of the little chant we do every time a new member joins, and Oonga Boonga, which came from Justin spending an entire silent meditation wondering what the first human word was while I was sitting three feet away being at one with the source of the universe, and which we had to abandon after discovering it carries connotations nobody warned us about. How we actually got there. Justin, in the middle of all this, said the words are out there, we just have to go find them, delivered with the full sincerity of a man in a marketing meeting, and it was so good that it became the working method, so I went and asked for words, and levity came back, an old word for lightness that the Greeks and Romans used for upward motion, the actual opposite of gravity, and once we had gravity field and Levity Field sitting next to each other there was nothing left to decide. Ideas as things that visit you. Justin brought up Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic and the notion that ideas are entities floating around looking for someone to commit to them, and if you say not now they simply move on to somebody else, which is exactly what happened with this name, and when I asked how he caught it he said with a slime gun, which is not the answer I expected from anyone. The salt pellet wasp turret. Austria has a wasp problem this summer, there are Chinese salt guns designed for shooting flies, and somewhere in between those two facts is an AI-guided turret mounted outside every house, which Justin insists I should pitch at an American public access town hall, an institution we do not have and which now sounds like the greatest civic invention in history. Arcades, roller rinks and holding hands. Dance Dance Revolution as the machine everybody watched and nobody played, the very American ritual of the roller rink with the DJ and the slow song and the cute girl, and the confirmed fact that eight-year-old Justin could hold hands going around the circle while wearing four-wheeled skates, a level of coordination neither of us has retained. A summer camp in a castle. Three weeks, bunk beds, a homemade Olympics where I took silver in the high jump, and a great deal of Magic the Gathering, all of which Justin refused to believe until I explained that Austria simply has castles the way North Carolina has parking lots, including small ones. The hardest thing a human can do. Not naming things, not physics, but explaining a card game out loud to someone who has never seen it, demonstrated by my attempt at the drafting rules, and by his great aunt Peggy, who at eighty-eight hands you a sheet of her own handwritten rules, will not let you read the actual rulebook, and somehow the game works perfectly the moment you stop asking questions and start playing, which is a lesson about most things. Camp Woodmen of the World. Riflery, archery, potato sack races, a half-mile marathon, and a talent show that Justin’s friend Travis nearly missed because he was playing in the mud, then walked on stage covered head to toe in it, sang Take Me Out to the Ball Game and won gold, which is still the purest description of commitment either of us can offer. The Pentagon files. Justin had not seen them, I have been going down the rabbit hole for two weeks, and we ended up less interested in whether they are aliens than in what would actually happen if it were confirmed, whether it would break religion and finance and the whole structure of how people see reality, or whether we would all do what we did after the Facebook data breach, which is to say nothing and carry on exactly as before. One question, on behalf of humanity. Justin’s is how you doing, man, and then, because a member of Eleven Dunbar would immediately reject good as an answer, the follow-up, how are you really, asked while handing the visitor a donut, which by his account should not be chewed but slowly sucked through the hole as the intergalactic sign of peace and goodwill. Twelve donuts. Publix bakery glazed, ordered as one, delivered as six, previously delivered as twelve, eaten in a single day by a man who freely admits he has no self-control and therefore does not keep them in the house. The invitation. Tune in when things feel heavy and let something silly do the lifting, and if you want to try the version you can do today, ask someone how they are, wait for the automatic fine, and then ask again properly. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit levityfield.substack.com

    #1 - There Are Words Out There

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Levity is the old opposite of gravity, the word for the force that lifts things upward rather than pulling them down, and the Levity Field is where Justin and Gerhard go looking for it every week. It is an hour of lightness, humour and playfulness held up against the heavy moments, because the serious things get easier to carry when you stop carrying them so seriously. levityfield.substack.com