Thank you for that. I saw it just after my last post. I appreciate you taking the time and putting in the thought to do it. I don't think the emphasis I put on my own approach is so much a matter of emphasis, but the approach I think conforms to this audience, folk like my self who aren't of religious faith. I have discussed many times that there are numerous ways by which people enter in to a state of being, the conquest of thought and fear, through the body, the heart and the mind, corresponding to the fakir or marshal artist, the Monk, and the Yoga, of the meditative kind and combinations of the three. There are also shamanistic traditions that may or may not involve drugs. The point, of course, is that all of these various paths can lead to a collapse of our habitual state of duality, the notion of separation of the observer and the observed. This is also why I am very fond of another comment I once heard, "There are a million paths in life and they all lead nowhere. Choose a path that has a heart." For me to have heart IS to have being.
But all of the above ideas belong in the modern sense to a past no longer reverenced by today's more or less scientifically educated people.
I don't know much about Zen in a technical or expert sense, but for me it provided a door to another reality, my first indication that I was in a prison of my own making, that the pain I suffered from a loss of faith in the existence of the good was not shared by these so called Zen Masters. "Not a tile above or a place to put my foot." How could that be? This was my first insight that the problem of existential no exit was not out there but with me, something wrong with my at that time unexamined assumptions on what is required for happiness. It was Zen that sent me down the road to the need to answer the question as to where the real problem lay. Psychology, of course, of which I was also slightly acquainted with at that time, suggested the answer may be in the unconscious, that we are under the influences of motivations we don't see. At any rate the single minded focus on a single question, why do I suffer, was interrupted one night by a gust of wind, as I have mentioned to the point of fatigue, and I suddenly shifted from a state of intense introspection to presence. There was the answer to everything.
So what Zen did for me was to suggest that my prison was not real raising completely new and different questions, is my suffering inevitable and what psychology did was to try to identify the origin of my suffering. None of this required anything in the nature of faith. Only the transformation if my inner state via the collapse of existential suffering allows me now to see the wisdom hidden in other traditional paths. I couldn't walk them because I had dismissed them as rubbish. I hadn't seen at that time that everything I believed was rubbish. That is why I try to defend them to the extent they retain wisdom for those who sincerely practice them, but do not recommend them as paths for our current culture of disbelieving Americans of the kind we see so often here.
I think what you sense as overemphasis is my claim as to just how deep the rabbit hole goes. My excuse for that is that when I look at the world I see humanity headed for extinction. It is a race, I think, between the impending horror of the recognition of our present course of direction, and the awakening that only the recognition of the terror of where we are heading will bring. Will our descent into self destruction outpace the time needed for enough people to awaken and change course. I think the "fluffers" we have here represent to my mind a great retrograde force, not that they can help themselves.