Amy Schumer tells the truth. And what does telling the truth mean, exactly? Well, according to some spiritual teachers, the truth is that we are not our body or mind, that our ego is out to get us, that individuality is an illusion, and that this world we're living in is not real, just to name a few.
Well, I'm not going to launch into a tirade about the above philosophical contentions, but I will say this: Amy Schumer describes her physical and emotional landscape accurately and honestly, and for me, there is a sturdy kind of truthfulness in that style of writing. She also writes with an innocent tone of transparency, and such transparency is surely derived from her inner witness. There's no way she could write with such descriptiveness and depth, if not for the presence of the witness. Her vivid memory and ability to reflect on the past, present, and future indicate a perspective rooted in inner silence. Not surprisingly, she meditates for twenty minutes twice a day.
But Amy Schumer is not a spiritual giant, nor does she pretend to be. She drinks a lot of alcohol, and since this is a blog on recovery, I feel obliged to comment on that aspect of her autobiography.
Schumer has experienced some sexual and domestic abuse, and alcohol was involved in all cases. The violence from my own past was often fueled by alcohol. This theme is nothing new, or unique. It's part of the tragic comedy of all humanity.
So why is alcohol still heavily affiliated with show business? Well, I addressed that issue in Blog 65, but to summarize and reiterate a main point—much of it has to do with the coolness factor, as well as a lack of knowledge in, and experience with, superior methods of cultivating ecstatic bliss.
In regards to non-abusive, consensual sexuality, Schumer is not shy about sharing both her enthusiasm and awkwardness in that matter. Again, she is innocently and truthfully transparent in a comprehensive way. She may not be a shining example of purity or a high moral code, but what she does excel at is revealing a substantial scope of her psyche and actions. Who knows, maybe with time and more practices like meditation, her candidness about lusty sex may transform into telling tales about tantric, transcendental lovemaking.
In one chapter, she is exploring her various identities—as a female comedian, a daughter, a sister, and so forth. Finally, she wraps up the the entire chapter by simply saying this: "I am myself. And I am all of you." There, we see some acknowledgement of Self, which is at the crux of enlightenment. Once we start to see ourselves in others, we are seeing reality clearly.
All in all, Schumer's writing is inspirational to me because of her journalistic style and ability to find traction in the grit of her personal details. I'm not a big fan of her comedy, per se, but I admire how thoroughly she touches upon her story, from the most public aspects, to the lesser known idiosyncrasies of her private life.
Well done, Amy Schumer.
The higher power is in us.