Picture this. There’s a 3-day seminar where the instructor continually reminds people that the major breakthrough will occur at 4:18 PM on the third day. As the lesson approaches its apex, the audience reels with the notion that the lives they can create for themselves have to derive from a vacuum, that there is absolutely no meaning inherent in the world, that all its significance is added to it by them and by the people around them. It pricks at people’s fundamental values, religious or not, and there is an uneasy pall cast over the room. A nausea. A peacable old man is at the microphone trying to work through the sticking points with the instructor when someone in the audience says “Look, it’s 4:22!”. We’d missed the deadline for the conclusion of the lesson, the audience realizes. In a flash, the old man at the microphone quips “I’d know what to do if it was 4:20.” Classic timing.
Many people in the room had obviously “popped” by the time the final lesson of the Forum concluded. Later that evening, the instructor asked everyone to raise their hands and when called on, give one-word descriptions of what was present in the room after this enlightenment had been reached. Inspiration! Love! Awareness! Energy! Possibility! Optimism! Awe! Openness! I couldn’t resist raising my hand too, to propose what I thought might’ve been most present: existentialism. It was meant as a half-joke and most of the audience laughed, as did the instructor before he dismissively winced and moved on.
As the Skeptics Dictionary puts it in their article on Landmark, “what is common-sense to an educated and well-read person (in the fields of psychology, philosophy, and communication arts), may seem like golden insights to others.” While I had no major breakthroughs during the forum, either because I was unwilling to participate fully or because I had an intellectual head start on many of the central issues, it was well worth it. Even if I’d only gone for entertainment purposes I think it would have been worthwhile. But I got more than that. Over drinks with friends last night, everything I saw and heard fit some context evoked during the Forum, and I had to refrain as much as possible from regurgitating mottos to people, since the mottos were weightless without the discussions that surrounded them during the Forum. When my friends were being completely open and direct with me, I relished it, and when they were being guarded or ironic, I kept trying to circumvent their barriers. One friend admitted that she was uncharacteristically open during our conversation last night simply because my own openness was contagious.
I don’t expect to attend the Tuesday night wrap-up and recruiting session, so the Forum is over for me. It was exhausting and often annoying (especially the endless upsell), and its effects are probably impermanent in most cases, even for those who had breakthroughs. But it was inspiring to witness people revolutionizing their relationships and claiming more responsibility for how they live, and I’d recommend the Forum without hesitation even to a skeptic like me. The hippie girl I befriended during the weekend considered it an overview of ancient wisdom distilled into a marketable package. I might call it a weekend of intensive, nonlinear, professionally-guided introspection. Whatever it can be called, a weekend at the Forum can definitely not be called dull.
