Patron of Art

Patron (Saint) of Art

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I want to reach and help more people than I've so far been able to.

Help me spread the love and healing - help me spread the word?

Scroll down to learn more about the book, the process, an artistic cultural revolution and what's involved with the creation, costs and support

Your saintly options

Hot Chocolate $4/mo

Contribute $4 a month and:

• Become part of my VLP (Very Luminous Person) List and reap associated benefits

• Receive my 'how can I serve you best' questionnaire, so I can grok your needs and interests

• Receive a tip of my ear and pen: tell me what you want me to teach/write/speak about

• Get first notification for group, events, products and discounts

Triple Bless $27/mo

 Contribute $27 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A once monthly custom astrology tip for you based on your individual chart (after your third month)

• Three signed copies of my upcoming book: How to BE yoga - delivered to you (after your third month)

• You first: you will be the first to read the book(s), even before it goes to the general public.

Inner Vibrancy $47/mo

 Contribute $47 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• Access to my video lessons library, where I have recorded and continue to record teachings on how to live a Vibrant Life

• Once a month join me for a video call where we can talk about the writing, art, vibrancy or whatever’s in the air. 

• My infinite gratitude 

Inner Circle $247/mo

 Contribute $247 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A once a month 1/2 hour call (video or audio), which can be coaching for you or about anything wish 

• A personalized poem for you once a month after your third month. You name the topic or give up to three key words.

• Access to the Vibrant Life Sangha (membership), including live Satsang (coaching) video calls


'Wego' ego $747/mo

 Contribute $747 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A full astrological reading/consultation for you (or as gift) per month (starting after your second month)

• A twenty percent discount on any of my services (after the third month)

• My infinite gratitude and love (well, you'd have the love no matter what

• A deep sense of satisfaction, knowing you are helping me to help more and more people

Deep Bow 1747/mo

 Contribute $1747 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A 60 minute jump start live call with me  

• The once a month 1/2 hour call is now one hour, and twice per month (if you wish)

• A personalized dedication to you in my next book (after the 3rd month)

• Tell me your story (or a story) and I’ll put it into words (after your sixth month)

• My infinite gratitude

About the book, the process and how patronage works

The book: Autobiography of a New Age Yogi: How to Live Yoga will be a practical vibrational attune-ment (writers get to make up words) into the state of yoga via stories, teachings and exercises. I've had so many requests and delayed the writing for so long...

One of the blessings of massive transformations in my life in the last while has been the learning more about who I am and how I serve best. In the midst of my intensive mentorship period with Tony Robbins, I learned a business distinction he shares that suggests we each are at our core either a) an entrepreneur, b) artist or c) manager/leader. 

From Entrepreneur to Artist (back to artist)

I'm good at entrepreneurship. So good that I've worked for myself and created successful businesses my whole life. When I reached to the level of building a center from the ground up in Bali, which involved working with investment money, a large staff, negotiating a corrupt country's 'laws,' not only did I find myself over my head, I ended up in the wrong pool. 

I learned that while I'm good at entrepreneurship, it's neither my essence nor my greatest passion. Helping people to create their lives into masterpieces is. I am much more artist than entrepreneur, my art being the art of vibrant living and teaching others how to measurably improve their lives.

I put off writing to run trainings and a center. I fantasized that one day it would all be running smoothly enough that I could write. 

Just before I left my home in Bali 16 months ago, for what I thought was going to be a 5 week trip, and what has turned into a house, country and career move, I visited a profound healer I'd worked with for many years. At the end of an intense, silent session she told me simply that it was time for me to learn to trust the feminine, to receive. 

Cultural Evolution, Art, Patrons and Freedom

Recently I listened to Amanda Palmer's book The Art of Asking. I highly recommend it as much for her modeling of authenticity and vulnerability as for the art and content that it provides. There's much I'd love to share from what I learned there, and for now two only: 

1. I have been very poor at asking for help and receiving

2. In the digital age, where some musicians and artists are reeling from the changes in how we consume music and art, trying to figure out how they (we) now earn a living, we do well to change the question from how do we get people to pay for art? to how do we let people pay for art.

Amanda helped create a new world where artists give directly and freely to their fans, and fans can directly and freely give to artists (without the middle people/labels gobbling up most of the money). 

I've since learned that there are thousands of artists now living, working and creating by the donations of hundreds of thousands of patrons. The works of Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo are thanks to patrons of the arts, as are those of William Shakespeare.

Here is where I offer you the opportunity to help support me as an artist of helping create the world into greater vibrancy. That is my mission, and I am doing it no matter what. That said, creating works of useful art, in video or written format, costs. Time and tools are only part of it, if tangible and significant. The mental, emotional and spiritual investment is, in my book (pun accidental, and now intended), even more important. 

While the concept of patrons supporting writers directly may seem odd or old to us, it was, in fact, the norm up until the advent of the copyright in the 18th century). These days most authors expect to earn little to nothing from their books, and yet while I used to earn well from leading teacher trainings and owning a center, I let go of that life. Now I know I will help many more people via writing, and I appreciate all the help (any kind of support) that I can get. We’re all in this together. 

If you wish to support, I’m uber grateful. I'm also super grateful for all the ways I can thank and support you, which you'll see as you look at the patronage options.

Your servant,

Daniel


P.S. Scroll down to learn more about me as a writer and my path of writing (from the book).

Your saintly options

Hot Chocolate $4/mo

Contribute $4 a month and:

• Become part of my VLP (Very Luminous Person) List and reap associated benefits

• Receive my 'how can I serve you best' questionnaire, so I can grok your needs and interests

• Receive a tip of my ear and pen: tell me what you want me to teach/write/speak about

• Get first notification for group, events, products and discounts

Triple Bless $27/mo

 Contribute $27 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A once monthly custom astrology tip for you based on your individual chart (after your third month)

• Three signed copies of my upcoming book: How to BE yoga - delivered to you (after your third month)

• You first: you will be the first to read the book(s), even before it goes to the general public.

Inner Vibrancy $47/mo

 Contribute $47 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• Access to my video lessons library, where I have recorded and continue to record teachings on how to live a Vibrant Life

• Once a month join me for a video call where we can talk about the writing, art, vibrancy or whatever’s in the air. 

• My infinite gratitude 

Inner Circle $247/mo

 Contribute $247 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A once a month 1/2 hour call (video or audio), which can be coaching for you or about anything wish 


• A personalized poem for you once a month after your third month. You name the topic or give up to three key words.

• Access to the Vibrant Life Sangha (membership), including live Satsang (coaching) video calls

'Wego' ego $747/mo

 Contribute $747 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A full astrological reading/consultation for you (or as gift) per month (starting after your second month)

• A twenty percent discount on any of my services (after the third month)

• My infinite gratitude and love (well, you'd have the love no matter what

• A deep sense of satisfaction, knowing you are helping me to help more and more people

Deep Bow 1747/mo

 Contribute $1747 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A 60 minute jump start live call with me  

• The once a month 1/2 hour call is now one hour, and twice per month (if you wish)

• A personalized dedication to you in my next book (after the 3rd month)

• Tell me your story (or a story) and I’ll put it into words (after your sixth month)

• My infinite gratitude

About me as writer

An excerpt from my book in process (largely about me as writer):

       ... It wasn’t quite true what I told you earlier: that I didn’t know what I wanted to succeed at. I did know. Writing and Judo. Of course I was far from realizing then that the success I hunted in judo was a convoluted mix of wanting to belong in my family (if I could be as good at judo as Dana was…) and belong in my body. Judo had been the spark that stopped my gradual increase in girth and insulation back in high school, and every practice session contained my unspoken hope that I’d eventually sweat enough to lose the belly fat, that finally I’d be tough enough, strong enough, to feel good about my body. 

Writing, on the other hand, felt like both my destiny (one that I’d avoided long enough) and something that if I could succeed in it, would bring me some other sense of belonging. Of course I didn’t know that then either. 

I’d avoided writing after my initial marginal success in high school. Another teacher of mine had  got a hold of my Eulogy poem and submitted it to a state-wide high school writing contest. She didn’t tell me that she’d done so until she told me that I’d won. By this point, almost a year after I’d written it, my father had died. 

I was pissed off that she’d submitted it without asking me. I was proud to have won, and yet when I walked across the stage in front of my entire high school to receive the award, and shook that teacher’s hand, I didn’t want to look her in the eye, so crossed were my feelings. 

My mother had always wanted to be a writer. When she was a little girl and her parents would be fighting, she hid under the skirts of the dining room tablecloth and made up stories. As a mother of five young children and wife to chronic alcoholic, she stole moments here and there to read. She collected story ideas - from newspaper clippings to her own scrawled notes - in a manilla folder.

She finally divorced my father and went back to college - like so many women she’d quit her educaiton in order to take care of her children while my father finished graduate school, where he - check this out: wrote his thesis about the disease of alcoholism - and even cited himself as an example, in one of the early stages. 

She needed an education in order to earn a living. As she would have said she sure as hell wasn’t going to have enough to take care of us from the pathetic amount that the judge had required my father to pay in alimony and child support. She got her master’s degree in journalism, which is why we were living in Boston when Casey left. 

Mom never got around to writing, instead taking new job after new job as she climbed the ranks of working for the government, electing for security over passion. 

She wanted me to write: so I didn’t. At least not until I’d had an identity crisis a couple years prior and realized that even if she wanted me to, I also wanted me to. I was also far from realizing that if I succeeded in writing, some part of me hoped, then I would also be a success in her eyes. 

Why can’t you be more like your brother. Usually she said those words to me referring to what she called my sensitivity. I sometimes struggled with the sarcasm in our family. Ha, more accurate would be to say that I sometimes realized that I struggled with it, that sometimes the hidden barbs were so sharp and cut so deeply that I closed down and got serious, both of which understandably brought her to wishing I was more like Dana, who, in her words, just lets it roll off his back.

Once, many years later, when Mom had finally reconciled with Dana, he and I were both visiting her for something as close as we ever got to a family reunion (had it been united once?), we smoked a joint on the way to pick up pizza, and he said to me: “Mom worries that I drink and smoke too much - which I do. What she doesn’t realize is that I do it three times as much when I’m around her.”

Many times I’ve also wished I had more ability to let it roll off my back, that I didn’t feel things so deeply. Years later when I read the Bhagadva Gita, I thought of her and Dana with the line: it’s far better to live your own dharma imperfectly than to live another’s perfectly.

Dharma means path, one’s own true path, not the one that might be prescribed by family, church, culture. 


Universal Yogic Lesson:

We all must be our true self


I’d been seriously focused on writing for a couple solid years already, and that was one of the reasons Western Mass looked like such a good place for me to live. One thing I’d tacitly learned from my mother is that if I wanted to write, I needed to preserve time for it. Thus, I rationalized collecting unemployment, which I supplemented with shoveling driveways and childcare, and, like a good New Englander, I economized. 


In the center of Amherst there’s an iconic bookstore on the main corner near the commons. I didn’t have the money to buy the latest edition of Poets and Writers, though they didn’t mind if I sat on the floor between the shelves and carefully read from it. Some months prior to that judo Sunday, over the Christmas holiday when again the students were mostly gone from town, I read a fantastic interview with a writer named John Edgar Wideman. 

I’d felt inspired, understood and on track with my own progress as I read it, and then, when I reached his bio at the end, and saw that he was teaching at UMass, just a mile from where I sat, I decided I would meet him and study with him. 

My roommate, Rick, who worked part time at the University, told me that people from the community can sometimes take classes if there is space. And while attending the University is expensive, a single class only amounted to something like nine hundred dollars. Still, that was three months rent for me, and more importantly, I didn’t have it. 

Nonetheless before the semester began, I went to the graduate english department to inquire, somehow knowing that if I could get in to the class, I would find the money. Finding the right building in the maze of academic structures was challenging enough, though it was much worse for me in that I was so busy inside my mind with stories of me being the proverbial kid from the wrong side of the tracks. I felt like such an imposter, so out of place: poor, older - almost a townie, except for not being from that town either.

When I did finally make it there, somewhat breathless and exhausted, and told the secretary that what I wanted, she looked at me puzzled. 

“Are you a student in the MFA program?” 

I didn’t know then that it meant Masters of Fine Arts. I shook my head.

I’m sure she’s a wonderfully kind woman, and yet in that moment, when she laughed out loud, indicating that the idea of me, who is not in the program, joining Dr. Wideman’s class was actually funny… well, I didn’t take it kindly, which she must have read on my face as she then cut her chuckle short. 

She had to consult her boss - apparently no one had asked before. When she returned to the counter she informed me that I could attend the first class of the semester and bring a sample of my writing. If Dr. Wideman thinks my writing is of high enough quality, then he could allow me to join. And in case her laugh hadn’t made my low odds clear, she also told me, not unkindly, not to get my hopes up. 

The long cold walk back from her office to my car in some remote parking lot that day was the first of two times I was beset with discouragement and humiliation walking across that campus. Still, I pulled together a story I was working on and felt reasonably good about and did as she said.

I managed to get lost in finding Dr. Wideman’s classroom, and arrived 3 minutes late, literally walking into as he was saying to the ten or so students: “I will be on time and I expect you to be on time.”

I slinked to a seat feeling brightly embarrassed, and as the class went on, and it became clear that all the students there knew each other. I wished I hadn’t come. By then I’d also learned how exclusive is the MFA writing program. 

At the end of the class I waited for everyone to leave and then approached Dr. Wideman. He’d been a collegiate basketball player and must have been six foot seven, still in athletic condition. 

I handed my story to him. “The secretary told me to bring you a sample of my writing, and that if you deem it worthy, you might allow me to take your class.”

He was tall enough, and my tone obnoxious and self righteous enough, that he could clearly see the chip on my shoulder. He was also gracious enough to ignore it. 

He took the pages from me. “I don’t know if it’s quite so severe as that, but, yes, it would be good for me to get a sense of your writing. How about you come back next week to class, and then we can chat at the end again.”

I was early to the second class, and while I still hadn’t spoken to any of the other students, was a little more comfortable. 

After class, when once again everyone else had vacated, John, as he told us to call him, handed me back my writing. 

“There’s some good stuff in there. I made you a couple notes.”

I was flying inside at this, though he still hadn’t said if I could join the class. 

“Let me ask you,” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk, bringing our eyes closer to level. “Do you need to get the academic credits for this class?”

Seeing the lack of understanding on my face, he continued. “Because if the main reason you are here is to develop your writing, and you don’t need the credits, it’d be a lot easier for me not to register you. You’d still participate like all the MFA students here, fully be in the class, but then I won’t have to do all the paperwork for it.”

After a milli-second think about what I might be losing out on with the credits, I quickly agreed and thanked him. 

Only on my walk back to my car did I realize that it meant I also wouldn’t need to pay for the class. I did a little leprechaun hop and clicked my heels in the air. Later I used the same logic to ‘audit’ a graduate literature class, and if still poor and feeling out of place, I also felt like I’d one upped the system, somehow a combo of chutzpah and cleverness earning me free education. 

Universal Yogic Lesson:

If we are committed as students, we never let anything get in the way of our learning


-- That's it for the moment. If you'd like to read the first chapter, I've posted it for free, and you can access it by clicking here. ​​

Your saintly options

Hot Chocolate $4/mo

Contribute $4 a month and:

• Become part of my VLP (Very Luminous Person) List and reap associated benefits

• Receive my 'how can I serve you best' questionnaire, so I can grok your needs and interests

• Receive a tip of my ear and pen: tell me what you want me to teach/write/speak about

• Get first notification for group, events, products and discounts

Triple Bless $27/mo

 Contribute $27 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A once monthly custom astrology tip for you based on your individual chart (after your third month)

• Three signed copies of my upcoming book: How to BE yoga - delivered to you (after your third month)

• You first: you will be the first to read the book(s), even before it goes to the general public.

Inner Vibrancy $47/mo

 Contribute $47 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• Access to my video lessons library, where I have recorded and continue to record teachings on how to live a Vibrant Life

• Once a month join me for a video call where we can talk about the writing, art, vibrancy or whatever’s in the air. 

• My infinite gratitude 

Inner Circle $247/mo

 Contribute $247 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A once a month 1/2 hour call (video or audio), which can be coaching for you or about anything wish 


• A personalized poem for you once a month after your third month. You name the topic or give up to three key words.

• Access to the Vibrant Life Sangha (membership), including live Satsang (coaching) video calls

'Wego' ego $747/mo

 Contribute $747 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A full astrological reading/consultation for you (or as gift) per month (starting after your second month)

• A twenty percent discount on any of my services (after the third month)

• My infinite gratitude and love (well, you'd have the love no matter what

• A deep sense of satisfaction, knowing you are helping me to help more and more people

Deep Bow 1747/mo

 Contribute $1747 and receive:

• All of the above plus...

• A 60 minute jump start live call with me  

• The once a month 1/2 hour call is now one hour, and twice per month (if you wish)

• A personalized dedication to you in my next book (after the 3rd month)

• Tell me your story (or a story) and I’ll put it into words (after your sixth month)

• My infinite gratitude