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The Nondual Highlights
The Best of the Internet's Nonduality Email Lists, Forums, Web sites, and More
Editors: Jerry Katz, Gloria Lee, Christiana Duranczyk, Michael Read,
Highlights Issue # 1031
Thursday, April 4, 2002
Today's Highlights Compiled, Edited, and Designed
MOUSE AND DAVID
from the Alice's Restaurant list
Good idea about the chat but how does it work ~ time wise ~
for those of us in London, UK?!
Should have introduced myself before now. My name is Amanda
and I am a professional soapmaker using blends of essential
oils. I live in South London with my beloved boyfriend
Peter. I am interested in all types of incense and that is
the reason why I joined Alice's Restaurant. BTW ~ how did
you get the name? Very interesting! In the soaping world
I'm called Mouse ~ old nickname from a former boyfriend ~
and I would like you to do the same.
Thanks very much for sharing your wonderful information
with this learner and lurker. I do love the Kohtoons (hope
I've got that right)!!
Hugs, Mouse x
Good Morning Mouse!
Perhaps considering your arrival we should rename this
place Maggie's Farm! what with early birds, night owls, and
one slightly obnoxious overweight pig by the name of Porky.
It is 3:21 am here in New Mexico (We are part of the United
States despite what anyone tells you. The 49th State!) I
say this at the peril of objurgation :)
It should be 10:21 am where you are.
That would make the Early Bird around 4 pm your time, and
the night owl around 4 am.
It is good to have you!
Alice's Restaurant is the name of a song by Arlo
Guthrie..."You can get anything that you want. . .at
He wrote another song called "I don't want a pickle. .
.just wanna ride my motor-sickle" I couldn't quite figure
out how to name the place about a pickle--although it's not
uncommon to find me in a pickle here.
Abraham Lincoln said "You can please all of the people some
of the time, and some of the people all of the time. but
you can't please all of the people all of the time."
Old Abe wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier. . .he
left out "Some people you can't ever please!"
Arlo wrote another song: "Coming into Los Angeleeze,
bringing in a couple a keys" That one I never could figure
out. They don't have locksmiths in Los Angeles?? You have
to fly keys in there?
But my favorite song is from Arlo's dad. It's called Los
"The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotting. The
oranges are piled in their creosote dumps. They are flying
them back to the Mexican border, to be called by no name
except deportees. Goodbye to my Juan. Good bye Rosalita.
You won't have a name when you ride the big skyplane, all
they will call you is just deportee. The skyplane caught
fire over Los Gatos canyon, a fireball of lighting, it
shook all the sky. Where are these good friends, all
scattered like the dry leaves? The radio said they were
True story! It really happened:
The New York Times of January 29, 1948 reported the wreck
of a "charter plane carrying 28 Mexican farm workers from
Oakland to the El Centro, CA, Deportation Center.... The
crash occurred 20 miles west of Coalinga, 75 miles from
The agreement of 1947 [between Mexico and the U.S.]...
contained a novel provision which established amnesty
through deportation. Under its terms, undocumented Mexicans
who were sent back across the border could return to the
U.S. as temporary contract laborers; during the life of
their contracts, they could not be again deported. In
practice, employers often called Border Patrol stations to
report their own undocumented employees, who were returned,
momentarily, to border cities in Mexico, where they signed
labor contracts with the same employers who had denounced
them. This process became known as "drying out wetbacks" or
"storm and drag immigration." "Drying out" provided a
deportation-proof source of cheap seasonal labor."
Woody was from my home state, Oklahoma, and he wrote about
the trials of Oklahoma farmers who migrated to California
when they cut the tall grass prairie and the dust took
over. I remember the dust storms as a child (but then I
remember when our Ice box was really cooled by ice)
Something that is hard to explain. The sky turns red in the
west, and before you know it you can't even breath from the
dust, even indoors!
I remember walking down a street in Los Angeles, and this
little girl pointing at me and giggling. She covered her
mouth with her hand. Her mother said, "Don't laugh at the
Okie's sweetheart. . .they just can't afford nice clothes."
I can't tell you what a great gift that was to me.
How is that for contrast? Somewhere in the middle I came up
with Alice's Restaurant :)
new kid on the block
In these special accounts of 'awakening', it is noted that
the appearance of 'everything' changed to resemble that of
This change can be analyzed to reveal that now, nothing is
Identity (the process and product of identification) is no
longer elicited by what are apparent external events.
Apparent external events are experienced as the behaviour
of one big thing; no detail of events, is seen as unique or
to stand alone.
What I wish to speak of is the 'one big thing', to which I
The 'one big thing' is The Vast Living Universe; it
DISPLAYS itself in a unique and peculiar way.
This DISPLAY is what we generally call 'reality', and as
you know, we are habituated to seeing 'reality' as
something which is 'out there' and made of pieces.
We are conditioned to see reality as fragments, and we are
then challenged to put these fragments together in ways
that "make sense"... according to whatever 'tradition' is
presenting the challenge.
The 'western scientific tradition' has pulled ahead of the
pack of competing 'world views', and would have us
searching for the 'unified field theory' and the 'smallest
building block of matter'. Western science seems totally
convinced (with a few notable exceptions) that there is a
'findable key to understanding everything', and if you look
carefully, you will see that this approach is no different
than the majority of 'spiritual paths'. It is identical in
fact, and shares the same fallacies and pitfalls.
The 'issue' of there being 'one big thing' is this; the
DISPLAY of itself, is a language, and it is a language
which we are natively disposed to understand.
Throughout human history, there have been instances of a
person who 'heard' the language of the One Big Thing; these
people are now revered as 'prophets'.
Our total immersion in the One Big Thing is unquestionable,
yet, we are very preoccupied by the little (derivative)
languages which we use, to the point of exclusion of
reception of the Language of Reality Itself.
We are so blessed; each person who lives, is the focus of
the attention of The One Big Thing, but most people are on
the run, in denial, and actually terrified, convinced that
The One Big Thing is an invasive and hostile force.
The One Big Thing 'arranges' special confrontations for
each of us, from the special dreams which we all have, to
spectacular UFO abductions, to encounters with living
photographs of a special person (Guru or Saint), to
conversations with a Burning Bush, to the wildest
'psychotic hallucinations'. Yet, we take refuge in the
'normal' and in the 'mundane', seeking to have our hard-won
identity validated by the 'worldly authorities'. And such
is the pity; there is no person who can validate the
experience of The One Big Thing, except the person who
experiences it 'first hand' and 'in real time'. And that
person is you.
When we concede our nature and adopt social nature, we give
up our native position; we essentially abrogate our
birthright. Yet, as you know, this is done under duress, at
a very young age, by a very naive person, the child. Our
superficial condition may seem to change, but the Prior
Condition remains, a deep strata, untouched.
If somehow, the overburden of sedimentary learnings and
memories are lifted away (as by a sudden expansion of self
or 'immunity'), the Prior Condition asserts itself in a
flash... naivety is blown away, and Reality instantly is
recognized as 'The One Big Thing'; finally, the meeting is
taking place; the union is joined, and the nature of human
frailty and all trickery is suddenly illuminated.
Now we are natives of this; now we are 'in conscious
relationship'. Now there is no doubt. The Vast Machine
which makes all of this, is now an ally, and I am It's
Greetings and blessings and deepest gratitude to you, Gene.
I can say there has been a meeting of the minds. Meaning:
No mind, no meeting, no meaning.
I have no experience with this "choice" you spoke of. So,
this imaginary issue may very well float around until it's
ready to pop, until I no longer identify with it as an
Story: I was speaking to another of being rejected from a
graduate school in my own city, and the possibility of
moving to a city that would represent a big lifestyle
change for me (something I had previously decided I didn't
want to do, although I was accepted to a good program
there). You know, it wasn't in the plan not to have my pick
of any school I'd applied to! I didn't believe I'd be
rejected, despite the small percentage of applicants
admitted to these programs here. Ha! Well, it's so
interesting, you know, life, the unpredictability,
uncertainty, the little intuitions that lead inevitably to
the next game square, that lead nowhere in particular...
So, I was laughing and smiling about it, what the
posibilities were looking like, how they were different
from what they looked like the day before... and the other
person pointed out what he saw as my choice to see things
that way, to go with the flow. I said I didn't have a
choice. He said, well, you could be obsessed about this or
that or the other thing, blah, blah, blah. Gene: Isn't
positing choice taking credit for something "you" had
nothing to do with?
More to the story: I'm content in this city, no itches to
move. But the thought of moving seems okay too. How can
there be a wrong road? I'd surely miss things, and too, I'd
have a chance to see the globby "unknown" differentiate
itself into... yet another display.
Here is something you wrote that touched me:
"...there is no person who can validate the experience of
The One Big Thing, except the person who experiences it
'first hand' and 'in real time'. And that person is you."
LEONARD COHEN IN CHAT from Yearning list
Below are some extracts from a recent online chat with
Leonard Cohen that might be of interest to some here.
John: How do you feel your experience of Buddhism has
influenced you and why is your experience of meditation not
reflected more in your songs?
Leonard Cohen: Dear John, A while ago I played the record
for two Zen monks. When it was finished they were silent
for some time. Then one of them said, "That was as good as
two weeks of session" (an intensive meditation retreat).
The other monk kept his eyes closed and only opened them
when I filled his glass. Then we kept on drinking.
Walter: What does Christ mean to you?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Walter, Last year I tried to put it
"Was looking at the crucifix. Got something in my eye. A
Light that doesn't need to live And doesn't need to die.
What's written in the Book of Love Is strangely incomplete,
'Til witnessed here in time and blood A thousand kisses
Alistair: How do you think your writing and music has
changed since studying under Roshi?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Mr. Sword, I've been studying with
Roshi for over thirty years, so it's hard to say. Roshi
came to the studio one night when I was recording New Skin
for the Old Ceremony. That was in the seventies. In those
days I was being written off as a morbid old depressive
drone peddling suicide notes. (Still am, in some circles).
Roshi slept through most, but not all of the session. The
next morning I asked him what he thought. He said,
"Leonard, you should sing more sad." That was the best
advice I ever got. Took a while to put it into practice.
Jenine: Your music and words resonate with a place I call
home, your latest work even more deeply so. Is it possible
to share with us in this format some of the recent
discoveries you've made about "home" and how these
discoveries continue to shape your songs and life?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Jenine, Thank you so much for this
observation. Home Sweet Home. Roshi said you never lose
your home. He also said that home is not an object. It is
not fixed. Any perspective you have on your home is the
distance you are from it. Being at home is the activity of
not needing to look for a home, and not needing to abandon
a home. The mirrors are clear, the shadows are past, the
wandering heart is homeless at last. I spent a lot of time
at Roshi's home. Hospitality. Drinking cognac with the old
man - his exquisite hospitality in the shack by the river -
that is, no hospitality just emptying the bottle into my
glass and filling my plate and falling asleep when it was
time to go.
Seth: You have such vivid Christian imagery in many of your
songs, and much of it is contrasted with the selfishness of
the "modern" individual. I was wondering what's your take
on the state of Christianity today?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Seth, I don't really have a 'take on
the state of Christianity.' But when I read your question,
this answer came to mind: As I understand it, into the
heart of every Christian, Christ comes, and Christ goes.
When, by his Grace, the landscape of the heart becomes vast
and deep and limitless, then Christ makes His abode in that
graceful heart, and His Will prevails. The experience is
recognized as Peace. In the absence of this experience much
activity arises, divisions of ever sort. Outside of the
organizational enterprise, which some applaud and some
mistrust, stands the figure of Jesus, nailed to a human
predicament, summoning the heart to comprehend its own
suffering by dissolving itself in a radical confession of
Maurice: Does religion matter?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Maurice, Religions are among the great
organizing principles of humanity. It seems to me they
matter too much and not enough.
Jeroen: What do you consider the difference between the
inner feelings and what is being told to you a thousand
kisses deep? How are you able to really
hear/understand/recognize what is being told to you, a
thousand kisses deep, when you don't trust your inner
Leonard Cohen: Dear Jeroen, Great question. I'll try to
answer it. A Thousand Kisses Deep is that fundamental
intuitive understanding, usually wordless, which is beyond
opinion and belief. It is the unspoken conviction that
things are unfolding according to a pattern that the
intellect or the emotions cannot discern. This conviction
is accompanied by a loosening of the unconditional
affirmation that an individual entity exists and that it
determines its own fate.
Kevin: From listening closely to the lyrics on your new
album, you seem to take a less ironic and more direct
approach to your themes. Two major ones I notice a shift in
since THE FUTURE are your attitude towards death and your
inclination to write as one living in the Present. To what
extent do you feel your retreat as a monk influenced you in
your creative work, and if what I've mentioned a part of
Leonard Cohen: Dear Kevin, Thank you for your attention to
my work. I've been studying with Roshi for thirty years and
the practice he has established has influenced me deeply.
I'm not trying to evade your question, but I think it's
easier for anyone but myself to speak about how the various
themes in the songs have developed.
Suss: Dear Leonard. Do you have any favorite books to
Leonard Cohen: Dear Suss, "Consciousness Speaks" by Ramesh
Raphael: What words do you find yourself using now that you
didn't use before you went into the Buddhist monestary?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Raphael, horrible words like
"manifestation" and "the complete self"
Micky: Do you prefer to be recognized for your books, your
music, or your poetry?
Leonard Cohen: Dear Micky, I'm happy to be recognized at
Dig it - How do you know, FOR SURE, whether or not such
"relentless mystification of spirituality by others" is not
precisely that which "touched" you (and of course, so many
other "similarly interested bystanders"), so many decades
ago, when you first got sparked into action to follow "this
way you're now on"? Hey, remember, it's been decades! Do
you really remember (yourself, that day, that hour, that
minute, when you were "touched"?)
I'll wager, it WAS the "mystification of spirituality", set
against the "mundanity of normality", that unleashed
energies in you, that you first noticed right then, couched
in words something like: "Jeez, wow, that's weird,
interesting, hmmmmmmm...." (And the rest, as they say, is
Another thing. "Mystification of spirituality" by others is
a sure sign of the HEALTH of the organism within which we
all share life. If people were not mystified by spiritual
matters (that is, they immediately understood all, upon
initial hearing), then part of the machinery of Life would
have shut down centuries ago. Striving for that which is
impossible, all the while believing it IS possible, is what
drives "thinking man's" ability to THINK AT ALL.
Rather than wanting to "KILL" (reveal as phonies) all the
Faux Buddhas walking around, (you might see a wider view
and) silently thank them for their collective confusion
that provides a safe place for you to live and breathe and
have YOUR secret being.
For me, it was exactly this same mystification that got me
going many years ago. I wanted to know exactly *where* that
core of identity resided. So I snarfed up the subtle-body
teachings from different paths. And it can be made
supremely mystical and obscure! It can keep you going
forever. One person says there are 3 levels, another says
5, another says 7, another says 9, another says 49. Some
say they're real, some say they must each be achieved then
transcended in turn, some say they are coverings of our
true nature, others say they are illusory appearances in
our true nature, and so it goes... I do remember the
excitement and fascination!
The architect's odd joke sure made me weep.
Here is your home he said to me
One for daytime, one for sleep
I turned to him and cried: For heavens sake,
I wanted non-duality.
He replied: Then sleep while you're awake
Jan, here's another example of a split house.
From Complexity and Contradiction (Venturi, 1966):
"I question the relevance of analogies between pavilions
and houses, especially analogies between Japanese pavilions
and recent domestic architecture. They ignore the real
complexity and contradiction inherent in the domestic
program - the spatial and technological possibilities as
well as the need for variety in visual experience. Forced
simplicity results in oversimplification. In the Wiley
House, for instance, in contrast to his Glass House, Philip
Johnson attempted to go beyond the simplicities of the
elegant pavilion. He explicitly separated and articulated
the enclosed "private functions" of living on a ground
floor pedestal, thus separating them from the open social
functions in the modular pavilion above... the building
becomes a diagram of an oversimplified program for living -
an abstract theory of either-or. Where simplicity cannot
work, simpleness results..."
What is it that cries?
What is it that stops the crying?
What is it that lives?
I had a friend say the crying is recognition that the door
is open. Another friend suggested, "know who cries!". Me
myself and I think that what is lives.
I was touched by someone and their search for knowledge.
The knowledge is just not enough sometimes because the hurt
and longing are felt deeper and deeper as the seeker
unlayers the the wrappings of the wound. That courage to
want to keep it fresh and bleeding because there is some
truth to know in the middle of the hurt, the knowing of the
hurt that is intense enough to provide the focus to live
You can hide the pain, dwell in it as a comfort, or just
know it. But know it deeply because then it is up on a
stage and I am in the audience next to myself amazed, and
you have touched me.
Love to you my friend
from Live Journal
father brothers uncles
waiting in the rain
waiting for the messenger
the horses whinny nervously
we must wait for the messenger to tell us that the ship
fell before we can move
raindrops falling off the smooth surfaces of lacquered
and the uneven surfaces of knotted plate
the sky is weeping
hands clutch hilts
father brothers uncles