|Now that she has her own Guru, she melts into his close embrace.|
We grow up hearing great wisdom from our father, but don't listen. A guru comes from India, and while in the lotus position, we hear and listen to his great wisdom and it transforms our lives. We yield. Then Father dies. Perhaps then we will remember his wisdom, but a little too late. Dad was right. Why didn't I listen?
Why does it take the magic of a foreigner or "special person" to introduce the same wisdom that a friend or a family member offered? This is what I call the "psychosomatic syndrome." Our ears do not hear (or listen, better said), until our psyche (soul) opens up to the messenger. The Galilean Guru wisely said as his words and healing works failed in his own city: "No prophet is believed in his own country."
Now that I live in Germany, I am realizing something about perceptions helping or hindering connection from the very first dance. Each region, every town has its own "tango accent." Germany has a wonderful level of tango fluency, and of course, its own "accent." Traditional tango is the rule. Excellent music is the rule. But I still see a change in connection when a new-to-me tanguera thinks mistakenly that I am from Latin America. This is "psychosomatic tango."
Europeans probably account for a great deal of tango tourists in Buenos Aires. No matter from where the tourists come, they all are looking for "tango wisdom." And what do tangueras all over the world discover in Buenos Aires? Tangueras sometimes are amazed at the connection, the surrender they feel in the arms of a tanguero from Argentina? Did they have to go so far to discover this connection? Perhaps not. Did they have to go to the mountain to find their own part in the connection?
Since I returned to Germany (where my children live), I had been conversing more in Spanish more than ever in my life at that time. As a result I found myself talking German to Spanish speakers and Spanish to German speakers. So I also have become used to the look that people give me when I am "code switching" into the wrong language. Along the same lines in Germany, at times I find myself hearing Spanish lyrics while also sensing that I am in a foreign land, and I get confused, disoriented. Where in the hell am I, anyway! Somehow this seems to easily allow my disoriented mind to be transported to the belief that I am in Latin America. In this delusional state, while in a foreign country and hearing Spanish, I am suddenly transported to a milonga in Argentina. This is not all that bad. My delusions are the cheapest way to travel to Argentina, and I can spend my vacation time with my children in Germany!
Besides being a cheap way to travel to Argentina, another positive result is that I have learned about Psychosomatic Tango. When a German tanguera obviously does not understand my language, I quickly switch to German. But because she now believes that I am from Argentina, she melts into my embrace and I feel the difference. Although the standard of dance in Germany is much higher than in the US, German women "feel" different than French and Latina tangueras; so I do notice a difference. Suddenly there is a psychosomatic change, and they dance with less of a "German accent." What takes away their tango "accent"? I think it is simply because they start listening to me in a new way. They melt into me. Their guru has arrived. From this experience I would say that when tangueros and tangueras believe that the person is Argentinian, they dance differently with their pseudo-Argentinian. Isn't this obvious? Do we need a sociologist or neuroanthropologist to do a study about it? A scientific study would only prove what we already know about psychosomatic responses.
Interesting, I have heard over and over that tangueras rave about "Señor Fulano de Argentia" and how he has such a nice embrace, or they experience this on a tango-tourism pilgrimage to the Mountain. The embrace may be her own making to a great degree. Entreguarse (surrendering oneself) takes two people (just as it takes two to tango). I wish I had the time to go Uruguay to live in a country that speaks tango; so nothing is wrong with those who go there, but also the need to go is perhaps misguided. There is much to be learned in your own psyche and in your own soma* and in your own town. Sure, the mountain is indeed a good place to go. But if you cannot, try bringing the mountain to your mind.
From these experiences in Germany, I accidentally have learned about Psychosomatic Tango. I have a very practical application of Psychosomatic Tango: It is best at a local milonga to begin a conversation in Spanish. I just want an embrace that feels warm and genuine. The language of tango is Spanish. Pretend with me! Live the delusion that we are in Buenos Aires, or better yet, in Montevidéo, free from the hordes of tourists. Let's pretend. The embrace is a good place to start, but it would also be nice if you didn't wear clogs and jeans. With the right amount of wine or the magical belief that I am from the "holy land," she will listen to my body and yield to what I have to say. Speaking Spanish is the "drug of choice" that allows my partner to allow herself to enjoy Psychosomatic Tango. The guru has arrived, who through his magic, allows her to hear the wisdom-already-said-by-Father or allows a transformation from a local prophet's message. Hasn't every local teacher already told their students about yielding to one's partner (entreguarse)? Why does it take a guru to hear this? Under the right delusion, my partner's psyche allows her soma* to melt into me. If she thinks that I am a prophet from Argentina; so be it! If she thinks that I have traveled long to be her guru; so be it! Enter the delusion!
Come with me to the next local milonga. Let's enter into our delusion, our psychosis, together. We melt into our embrace and each other. We hear the music. It leads us to dance in a way that allows the dream to go on. Even the tanguera from Argentina melts into the arms of a man who she has never met because of this same concept. She deludes herself to imagine that he is the only man on the planet. This is Tango itself, not just a phenomena: Psychosomatic Tango.
* Soma is Greek for "body."
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