Did everyone survive Christmas? Is everyone back on the
cruise ship? I think we lost a few. Oh well. We picked up
I hope everyone's not too full of good food, cake, pies and
candy. I had a Christmas breakfast at one step-daughter's,
went home and feel asleep; then got up and went to the other
step-daughter for supper, and came home and fell asleep. All
the food and emotionality makes one tired.
Tomorrow's a good day to get back to normal. I hope your
flu's getting better, Judi. I enjoyed all the cards to the
list and the good wishes.
Regarding our limerick contest, it goes till Jan. 1 or 2,
forget what I said. But we do have a contest as there are
well over 12 contributors. So I'll be awarding the t-shirt
in a major awards dinner atop the world famous Halifax
The work of the List continues, and it is not different from
moment to moment life.
I'll share one of my Christmas stories from today that
began with my father's remembering the day after my
mother passed away.
I had given my son a book entitled, "Finding God
on the Train." It was a great little book of a man's
attempt to experience God, rather than simply worship
Him in Church.
My dad picked up the book, reading the title aloud,
and said, "I remember when I found God". Then
he went on to tell the story of the day after my mom
had passed . He was grieving really hard, and
began praying fervently. He said all of a sudden a
sense of peace came over him, unlike anything he
had ever felt. He said that for a moment he was so
peaceful and happy.....even with all he was facing and
experiencing....he was still at peace. He said he knew it
was the Holy Spirit. And he said, "Can you imagine...
that's what heaven is like....that feeling of love and peace
no matter what" And I said, "Can you imagine....that
you don't have to die to feel that way all the time....
that heaven can be here on Earth? (He gave me a
curious look, and I continued).... " Can
you imagine that I once experienced that state of bliss
for 2 weeks straight even though I was unemployed and
didn't know where my next money would come from?"
And his eyes opened wide as if
amazed. And then I told him my dream (which I'll share
because it's part of my story here....with apologies to those
of you who have heard it before):
I was in heaven, catching up with old friends, when someone
approached me saying, "the Radiant One would like to speak
to you". I went into His chamber, and beheld a huge ball
of Light. He said, "I'd like you to do something for me. I'd
like you to take 'this' (offering me a ball of light) down there
(pointing to Earth)."
I thought, gee that doesn't take a rocket scientist....it's
more the work of a delivery guy...delivering this from
here to there. Then I saw myself on Earth as a glass with holes
poked all around it, and liguid gold light pouring into
the container from above. The light filled the container
and poured out thru the pours...and I became like a
glowing lantern. He said, "Whatever you do, keep the
holes from getting dirty and clogging up". And immediately
my container was caked with mud. No light could be
seen shining out of me. I knew my job first was to
clean myself of the caked-on dirt.
I told him that the only thing that separates me from
experiencing the Holy Spirit day in and day out is
my thoughts and attitudes....which act like cakes of dirt.
My dad listened to me with interest. When I finished,
he put his head down and said, "I should never have
talked to your sister the way I did the other day. I
need to learn to watch what I say."
I smiled for a minute, and then said with a grin,
"What's really neat is when you begin to watch
whatever it is you're thinking".
He raised his eyebrow, gave me a 'maybe' look....and
then picked up the book and began to read it while I
went up to do my hair.
Maya Angelieu has said that she refuses to
allow gossip and ridicule in her house. She's said to have
ears that could hear to the other side of her house....and
when she hears someone gossiping in a negative
way about other people....., she yells, "na, na, na.....
not in my house you don't!!" She explains, that
she sees it as a kind of soul killing.....that the person
saying those belittling or ridiculing remarks about
another....just as 'talk' or 'fun' is actually trying to kill that
person. But not an outright killing...not a face to face
kind of killing....but rather an anonymous, under the cover
of night, killing...one bite at a time.
This has always rang as true to me. And it occurs
to me that it may be the ultimate 'passive aggressive' act.
I used to think that the end of the path was pure awareness. I have
had several experiences of the void or ego loss and a moment of this
bliss was greater than all the joy of the rest of my life all put
together. I now think this is but the beginning of the path.
I have since had the direct experience of God. The pure awareness was
there, the bliss was there but the Love was indescribable. It filled
all desires I ever had.
I am beginning to wonder if there is a being or state that is
permanently grounded in pure awareness and with pure love and the
power of the mind, a mind so much greater. The existence is non
physical but pure awareness-love-intelligence.
As long as one is "looking for" It, one continually misses It. It's like
looking for your reflection in a raging torrent, and anxiously worrying
that the reflection might be unsubstantial (as it is).
You are God. Why do you "look for" It?
Awareness of turmoil is perfect Peace.
...I'm not concerned about
the integrity of this list.
To be concerned with integrity would mean to define
soundness and completeness and then to enforce the
definition. It's an avoidance of real work.
The real work is this: Be aware.
I have no idea what a sound or complete list community is,
other than one made up of people who are aware.
I believe love between 2 people can work. It is a rarity. Takes the
right two people. Perhaps 2 fully enlightened people, perhaps not.
********** Naaah! Get serious, what's there to work? Makes no difference
how so called enlightened they are. That whole idea of trying to make
something 'work' is the 'absense' of love, not love itself. Love is
inherent already, not something
that we create or need to look for. It's already HERE for crying out
Here, let me say it again for those of you who may not hear me..
LOVE IS ALREADY HERE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! Ok, back to work. :-)
And let me say something else here Neo, because you seem to be such a
fellow and all and I appreciate your listening, I really do, can't tell
how much actually...very nice, means the world to me. But that aside,
let me tell you that I realized all this when I gave up on the idea
of looking to someone else for "whatever" because it just wasn't
I didn't know exactly what wasn't working, but it wasn't working I can
tell you that, because it wasn't working?? Know what I mean?? And I
and said to myself, hmmmm, something's fishy here, and maybe it's me??
And lo and behold, it was me!! And not only the fishy part was me,
EVERYTHING was me! And I mean EVERYTHING. Boy, did I get a surprise!
And I got all of that from looking into my own broken heart and seeing
what that was all about.
"looking into my own broken heart and seeing what that was all about" is
the key but it seems to me there are many many ways of getting this
wrong and only a few ways of getting it right. Millions of people look
into their own heart every day and just don't get it. Why is that?
Because my whole life was wrapped up in it. Not just a part of it,
but my whole purpose of happiness. And there was no place else to turn.
I really had no choice. It became a matter of necessity. There was no
going on for me. There was no reason for me to even get up and walk
the room, that's how important it became for me. What tomorrow might
was out of the question. When your life becomes that much of a
suffering, you got to do something about it.
>I do not like any part of the dream involving suffering. Is there
>something wrong with that?
No, because suffering is CAUSED BY not liking certain parts of the dream.
Suffering is "outside the dream" in a certain sense... in the sense that
it's very real to the experiencer, more real than anything else in some
cases. And the cause of suffering is liking certain parts of the dream and
Hope that made sense.
Are there things without virtue or sin?
Is there something that is without din?
Be it bookworms and rhinos
Or the shit flies and dinos
It is all being born from within
Without form there is nothing to waste
I'm the one without copy and paste
Whether poem or fart
Make original art
Imitation is tart without taste
Without creed or a cause or a caste
I'm the one without future or past
Having nothing to waste
I am nothing but taste
And the one who's the first and the last
At one point I realized I was being driven Home
kicking and screaming the whole way.
Seems like a long time ago now.
> Must we resort to profanity to make our points? Somehow I cannot
> imagine Jesus or Siddhartha doing this.
This says more about the
limits of imagination than
anything else. What do you
figure Jesus was saying as
he was overturning money
tables in The Temple, "Have
a nice day, fellows!"? :-)
Sri Nisargadata Maharaj was
famous for his proficiency
and profligacy in profanity,
and I'm sure he wasn't alone
among the Famous Dead Guys[tm]
of nonduality in that respect.
"World-honored one, how may
one obtain the most perfect
of sublime revelations?"
"Drop dead, Ananda!"
> Peace, neo
There is that! -- Bruce
>As I am new here I am still trying to see the relationships between
>the players. From what I have seen so far there seems to be great
>disharmony and separation between you and Tim as well as between
>Melody and Judi.
The disharmony between myself and Bruce is purely surface. Reading through
his website, I sense a great deal of understanding. I can't remember a
single thing he discusses on his website that I don't see as literally
vibrating with truth, not a thing.
Learn to look past surface appearances. There is 'social disharmony'
between Bruce and myself at times. There may be 'social like' or 'social
dislike'. Underneath, just a little deeper, Truth remains as it is and
always was, above and beyond "I like you" or "I dislike you."
Just as an example -
Oftentimes, Bruce's posts come across to me as arrogant and egotistical.
That fact has *nothing* to do with Bruce. Guess who it has to do with?
The perceiver is the 'big picture', always. The perceiver creates a
picture in his or her mind of another's personality (based on their own
predilections and conditionings), and reinforces that picture based on
'past experiences' with that person. Then the "image" held (which is
almost always far from accurate) is blamed on the other person!
Think about this sentence: "You made me feel bad." Can you see the innate
slavery of one who utters such a sentence? If the perceiver believes that
others can "make them feel" anything, they are slaves to the world! If
someone can "make me feel bad," then I am a slave to that person. I have
given them a pair of handcuffs, thrown away the key, and begged them to
Hope this made sense.
Is thinking *equivalent* to ignorance?