My Landmark Experience
From The Huffington Post – June 5, 2008
Written by Diana Addaso
My Landmark experience begins the day the loyal friend described his weekend Landmark. I still think to myself, "Poor guy. He got up and joined a sect."
I've heard the rumors – rigid Services Policy, Law prohibited eating / no drinking, endless hours in the classroom, the obligation to register their members and your family. The Landmark throw from France. It also has a vague ring of Scientology and all common control method Californian self-help as Tom Cruise B"mgnolih "or the seductive female artist of the" game ". But my curiosity was aroused, so I invited myself to his evening class and enrolled instead. (Entirely for the purpose of journalism, of course).
First day: I am a junk
One summer weekend in New York, I put my fate in the basement frozen Street 88 and Avenue 8, surrounded by a range of a hundred strangers. (Where do these people come from?). The Landmark coach takes the stage, a Frenchwoman brazen. I am immediately impressed by her; I can see there would be no forced hugging under its roof. So what exactly are we supposed to do in the classroom for forty-five hours ahead?
Briefly: The participants stand in front of the microphone and share their stories with the room. A typical story: My rotten father left when I was eight, he destroyed our lives and now I can not trust men. I'm middle-aged and divorced. (My God, who are these people?). After checking some facts, our coach tearing apart their logic witty French accent. "He left because your mother betrayed him. As a child and ungrateful, never returning his phone him. Too bad you're single, your fault ".
Sharpened his skills in my psychology of college, and I became an observer excellent and helped analyze the cases crazy these (obsessive behavior, bipolar, completely schizophrenic …) but by the end of the day, I've heard enough stories to start feeling things in parallel and similar uncomfortable. So a woman with crazy hair (apparently she had 15 cats) begins to tell her sad story and – hell – it landed on me. I used the same line in the past! State, I look around the room and a shared sense of concern at the everyone's face.
I'm starting to feel a warped sense of solidarity as one by one the people are going to the gallows of the microphone. "You spend all your life in trying to look good and avoid looking bad." French eyebrow, "and that little voice in your head? It's always criticizing and analyzing?" (What little voice?) "Yes, that voice …. this little voice kept urging judge everyone and everything. You Hntrisim. You've been running" Rackets "on all your favorite people. (Rocket is a term of Landmark symbolizing the flow the excuses we use to justify our actions dumb). you're not authentic, but worse, you are inauthentic about being inauthentic "..
We are left with a feeling of despair. It is clear, we Hntrisim bigger than we expected. So our task now is to go tell this mountain. I'm coming home, call my mother and apologize for being such a stupid teenage daughter terribly. She is surprised, thinks my apology nice, but we overcame it a long time ago?
The second day: I am still a junk
I get a warm feeling about my midnight call to Mom. (As I am a good person?) Actually, no. The truth is I'm still a junk. It strengthened after the break, when the team was reprimanded for queuing back later. We all have our breaking integrity, violation of promises left and right, then we are covering them reasons and excuses. Finally, we are sent home with an annoying task: I must invite three people to the open session Tuesday evening. I invite my brother, his immediate reaction was "Are you recruiting?" (Well, maybe). I'm going to bed with a deep sense of resignation.
Third day: I am a junk even greater
Sunday morning, I get upset I spent all weekend in my basement, annoyed we have not got the "breakthrough" legendary landmark. Then a brave girl with blond hair rising microphone and describes her previous evening. She called Triple almost strangers to tell them about the Landmark. why? First, because she thought it might be helpful to them. Secondly, because, well, why not? Things that she said prompted me something: I play the game of Landmark too sure.
During the break, I really wanted the street, mobile phone in hand. I can see all the elephants in the rooms of my relationship, the things that were said, the pain and breaches of trust had never been treated. I get it. My breakthrough! I'm starting to call and call …. …. floods acquaintances, friends, former friends with apologies. I take full responsibility for moderate to bad things I've done in my life. More importantly, I try not to judge them. And even though I'm not asking, I get back: forgiveness, gratitude and even admiration. Great weight falling off my shoulders.
The last section of the weekend immersed in Zen (Buddhist). All we have is now. We are responsible only for ourselves. Life is meaningless. I noticed that my little voice significantly more quiet, although he took on French ton spicy (you still a junk large). Despite all the negative reviews about the Landmark, I admit that I had a positive experience amazing.
An acquaintance of mine complains: "If they really offer a life-changing experience, why is not it free?" I think the church collection plate, reining in my judgment, a real landmark, and adds gently, "Maybe you could come on Tuesday night?"