Anyone, Someone, Everyone

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Today’s workout:

Jerk. Heavy doubles. Lots of sets.
Bench, if you’re gearing up for the upcoming meet (heavy singles, go for a max), Explosive Pushups if you aren’t.
Ray Hearts Steve:

anyone, someone, everyone

I looked down at the strange gliff-and-code phrase on the napkin from a Sunset Strip bar and translated it.


These were the words found on a similar napkin given to the guitar player of Agent Orange by their singer, Gabby Hayes, the night they both died. At least that’s what it said in my dead rock star guide book that I was using as a connect-the-dots map while I toured around LA.


C’mon, you’ve had this dream too, right? Well, that sacred napkin rune was enough to wake me from this dream, excited and contemplative. Thankfully, no one in Agent Orange has actually died, and Mike Palm looks nothing like Gabby Hayes (but does have slight resemblance to Gibby Haynes of the Butthole Surfers, whose name sounds a little like Cory Haim… is that my subconscious making intricately tricky connections?).

The REAL Gabby…

The ‘dream’ Gabby, Mike Palm…

The Gibby…

… and the The Haim.

I’m sorry… where was I?


“Chip” is not on my birth certificate. It was bestowed upon me at birth, though, and although it lacks the respectability of being on that important document, I do consider it my ‘real’ name (mostly through familiarity, not by winning any cool points). This is not my exclusive party; a great percentage of my friends refer to themselves with names other than the moniker that claims first chair on their early paperwork. Recently a dear friend of Bodytribe changed her name entirely (to something quite cool, by the way… hi Maceko).


Imagine, if you will, being in a position of such great respect (or in a mind-numbing ego trip) that you would answer to the name Guru of the Blissful Refuge. There are two important things you should do to earn such a name, and I’m going to let you guess what they are.

That’s right, first you’d need to become a guru, and then you’d need a pretty groovy pad, so groovy in fact, that you could label it not only a refuge, but a blissful one at that.


Recently some words from someone who actually does answer to the name Guru of the Blissful Refuge (that’s him above, for reals) jumped into my consciousness and held a forum there. The good Swami, a devotee of Bhakti yoga, was a highlighted subject of a recent documentary on modern yoga practices, called Enlighten Up. The film’s premise was to take a new comer to yoga (or at least our westernized concept of it) and steep him in it with the goal of his discovering enlightenment. The filmaker and director herself was a long time practitioner of yoga, yet it was never quite explained why she herself had not ‘found enlightenment’ yet.

Although beautifully filmed, the movie fell tragically short of its intended premise… or did it? There was a fascinating final interview with the aforementioned Guru that so blatantly laid out the differences of western thought and the original concepts of yoga, it was a little shocking when the film’s subject, and the film’s director, missed the point entirely.

Enlightenment, like fitness, wealth, heck, success in general, is a very individual pursuit in our culture, often using fancy language like actualization to veil a selfishness in the quest. We seek enlightenment, we search for it, we build personal campaigns to find it (and make documentaries of the process). It is a path to rise above. That seems to be a very Western goal, this rising above. We find all sorts of ways to attempt it, and we have very strong judgment calls on the value of the goal. To rise above at the suffering of others, through greed, domination or violence is bad. But rising above through this supposedly benign pursuit of enlightenment would wear a more positive badge. We’d call it ‘good.’

But to the bhakta, one who follows the bhakti marga – the bhakti way – ‘enlightenment’ has nothing to do with rising above, searching or finding. In fact the root of yoga, the actual meaning of the word, is to ‘come together;’ in their case, to come together with God. BUT, do not make the mistake that God is referred to as a literal higher being, one that coming together with would mean ‘rising above’ the riffraff of humanity. It is much simpler, and more, uh, bonding then that. The many bhakta referenced in the movie never once called God ‘him’ or ‘it,’ but rather ‘everything.’ God as the ultimate Tribe, free of many of our western religious ideologies. We don’t ‘rise above’ to understand our relation to this tribe, this planet, this universe… we simple ‘come together’ with it.

John Lennon was onto something.


So how did the Guru answer the redundant questions of ‘what do I do and how do I do it?’ He repeated:

Be you.

What does this mean?

“As much as possible, try to get rid of what you are not.


The basic Bodytribe Premise is to ask WHY. Everyone in the fitness industry will give you their version of How and What, but who the fuck is asking WHY?! And yet we need to. Thankfully, the Guru of the Blissful Refuge agrees…

“It’s not important what you are doing. It’s important WHY you are doing. You can prepare food for just consuming. You can prepare food for someone you love. And you can prepare food for your Ishta, your Bhagwan… the Lord. So the action will be the same, Physically. But inside it is different. If you are forced to do some cooking for someone you don’t like, then you will do it… you will cook. But you won’t enjoy it.”


“You came to meet me…
You could have come by cycle, you cold have come by car, you could have come by elephant, you could have come by foot. To reach here, there are so many directions. That depends on you, where you are present. Because… you are the most, or let me use my word, most-est, important person under the sun.”

Or, as Lennon wrote…

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won’t you open up your eyes?

Look around


My mystic dream napkin made perfect sense:

You are not Anyone, you are Someone.
As Someone, you are not just Anyone,
You are Everyone.



I posted this on Monday:

I just got back from the Arnold Sports Expo and it only further cemented the Bodytribe mission to aggressively pursue dialog through every available means possible about the role of strength in our lives. STRENGTH, not just the look of strength, or some sugar coated version of what strength should be.

Please join Bodytribe in supporting our pal Gubernatrix in her quest for the same dialog. She’s hosting an online Women’s Strength Symposium today, so sign up here to read and participate in the many articles and discussion she has posted from different strength representatives from all over the world (and ya might recognize a couple of them). It’s free, it’s informative and, of course, fun. Come play!


If you haven’t visited this fascinating online discussion (yes, it is still going on), then FIE on you! If ya got 10 minutes to Facebook all your buddies, ya got some time to peruse the issues discussed within this forum.


Saturday’s Tune Up workshop: Advanced Barbell Workouts. “Sure the barbell is the king of foundation movements, but what about adding elements of mobility and rotation to a workout using just a barbell and a few plates? Spice up any workout with new concepts of this classic tool.” As usual, we ask a $10 donation for members, and a $20 fee for non-members.

Here’s a review of our last workshop. Thanks Darryl!

Mind-blowing ability (thanks for the link, Fred):

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  • Steven

    I followed your recommendation and watched “Enlighten Up.” a while back. Usually interesting and funny, at least to someone with a long yoga history, it seemed heavy-handed and forced in its portrayal of American vs. traditional Indian yoga. Still, the bhakti guru was great- takes more than an awkward director to mess up a dude that cool.

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