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      Nondual Digest - June 11, 1999:

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      Sam penned:

      Delusion... is that... which we seem to be.
      Illusion... is that... which we seem to see.
      'Tis all... little more than Holography!
      'Tis but I AM*... that we see and we be.

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      From Tim G:

      Nonduality and the Wizard of Oz
      -------------------------------

      The movie "The Wizard of Oz" is actually more �nondual� than any other
      movie I�ve seen. When looked at carefully, just under the surface of a
      child�s story of witches and tornadoes and munchkins lies an amazing
      collection of truths that have been with mankind for all time.

      First, we have a girl who seeks escape from the evils and misery of samsara
      ("Somewhere over the rainbow..."). A tornado strikes (symbolic of the Dark
      Night of the Soul) and knocks the girl out, drawing her into an inner
      world. She is transported to a mystical land called "Oz," and encounters a
      pair of ruby slippers (the value of which she does not yet suspect), but
      also encounters Glinda, the good witch of the North (symbolizing Grace) who
      urges her to put them on anyway. She then embarks upon a spiritual path
      symbolized by the Yellow Brick Road. At the end of this path is the
      "Wizard," which is an apt symbol for "the Guru." She meets other travelers
      on this path who are unhappy with their lot in life as well, and walks with
      them, and is repeatedly tempted by a wicked witch, a symbol of the ego or
      that which would block one on a spiritual path. Mostly the witch attempts
      to inflict fear, which happens to be that which is most capable of blocking
      someone on the path of Self-knowledge. At one point, the witch actually
      manages to work a spell putting Dorothy to sleep. This occurs as her and
      her fellow travelers see the beautiful, gleaming emerald palace in the
      distance, leave the proscribed path, and make a run for it - no shortcuts
      allowed in sadhana. It�s notable that only Dorothy fell asleep under the
      spell of the poppies� her traveling companions were unaffected, because
      they aren�t central to the theme. They are really aspects of Dorothy�s
      personality.

      The witch seems to have won, but a benign force (Glinda, the good witch of
      the North, symbolizing Grace) makes it rain, waking Dorothy up (her first
      awakening, through Grace - Samadhi) and allowing her to continue.

      Eventually, after many trials on her sadhana, she reaches the wizard/guru,
      who informs her that she must first defeat the wicked witch of the west
      (ego), bringing back a symbol as proof, after which he will grant all the
      traveler's wishes (escape from samsara). In the process of defeating the
      witch, both herself and her fellow travelers have to face themselves
      directly and manifest those qualities which they believe they don't have
      (courage, heart, brains, etc) - while Dorothy has to face death itself.
      Finally, the witch is defeated by a simple bucket of water, showing her as
      the "mirage" that ego has always been. A simple bucket of water is
      sufficient to "melt" her. She seemed powerful, but a benign substance like
      water melted her away in seconds. Only the correct "substance" needed to
      be known. Interestingly enough, the dissolution of the witch happened
      entirely by accident. Nobody was aware that water was the substance
      needed. The ego cannot dissolve itself - it can only submit to the Higher
      Self. When the Higher Self manifested through Dorothy�s unselfish act of
      trying to put out the flames burning up her friend the scarecrow, she "lost
      her ego" in the process of selflessly thinking of her friend, thus killing
      the witch. This is Nirvikalpa Samadhi.

      Upon return to the wizard, the travelers discover that he is a fraud (OR SO
      THEY THINK), and is not able to confer those qualities they desire upon
      them, not realizing that those qualities were already seen as present in
      the process of the defeat of the wicked witch. The wizard ends up simply
      making them aware (through symbolism) that *they had these qualities all
      along*, and it was only ignorance of the fact that had to be lifted. It
      turns out that the wizard/guru was not a fraud after all.

      Dorothy, the central character in the story, has the most poignant and
      difficult-to-fulfill desire of all: She wants to go home. Home here
      represents the true Self, the eternal "home" which all of us long for. Yet
      the wizard fails in taking her there. The Guru can lead the chela to the
      brink but not "bring them home..." the chela has to discover the way for
      him or herself.

      Upon meeting again with the "Good witch Glinda (Grace)," she discovers that
      she has had the power to "go home" all along, inherent in the ruby slippers
      which Glinda (Grace) gave her BEFORE she began her sadhana. It was the
      same with her. It was only ignorance preventing her from going home.
      With great sadness she says goodbye to her traveling companions and the
      rest of samsara, and takes the final step, attaining moksha. The repeated
      phrase "There's no place like home... there's no place like home..." is
      very reminiscent of a mantra repeated in meditation.

      Upon return (and upon waking up - such a powerful symbol, especially in
      Buddhism - WAKING UP), Dorothy realizes that indeed, "there's no place like
      home." She has Realized the search she started at the beginning of the
      movie; that what she desired (escape from samsara) had been with her ALL
      ALONG. She wanted to run away, but was ignorant of the fact that
      everything was already perfect, and that indeed it is the searching that is
      false, that is imperfect. What she wanted at the beginning of the movie
      she has found, and at the end, she's once again in the same place, but with
      a greatly changed outlook on things - a shift in consciousness, if you will.

      One of the most interesting points is that all of this was in INNER
      journey. The "Land of Oz" was INSIDE Dorothy, as were her traveling
      companions. When she wakes up, she sees the people who, inside, she
      thought were the scarecrow, the tinman, etc. This is a nondual statement
      that indicates that All is One, that all these people in Dorothy�s life are
      both inside and outside her, that there is no difference at all between
      those in Dorothy�s life and aspects of her personality. It is the people
      in one�s life that help to form the personality, and so it was them that
      manifested as her traveling companions on the inner journey.

      I believe that the perennial popularity (and classic film status) of the
      Wizard of Oz is due to the fact that it helps explain a way to resolve that
      "inner longing" that all people have for True Self. Through the use of
      symbolism, it clearly shows the futility of the search, and the constant
      presence of That which is desired -- whether or not we are aware it is
      there. It contains an uplifting message that is also a true one, and
      people subconsciously respond to that (especially children, who are
      generally closer to Ground of Being than adults).

      � Tim Gerchmez

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      From: Marcia Paul <jacpa@...>

      What was valuable for me about the Wizard of Oz was
      that is symbolized the three-centered approach. The body,
      the heart, and the mind. To be fully aware a person needs
      to be in all three at the same time. Otherwise it becomes
      an endless loop.

      What I have found for myself is that for most of my life
      I have not been grounded in my body. I have been a
      head without a body. That is why I have problems I
      think with the idea of somehow loosing my body as I
      become enlightened. And I have been a heart encased
      in armor. So I guess it has been a head without a heart
      or body.

      Still pluggin away at a snail's pace,
      Marcia
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      Your article was excellent, Tim. Of course I'll add it to the website.
      But I need to hear more about Toto. (No snickers, now.) In the opening
      of the movie the mean lady (transformed into the Wicked Witch) was going
      to take Toto away from Dorothy and Dorothy ran off on her bicycle (the
      gleaming wheels of samsara spinning, spinning). Think what the movie
      would have been without Toto.

      Thanks,
      Jerry

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      Toto is the mystery, Dorothy's spirit and will to go on. When the old lady
      took Toto away, it also took Dorothy's spirit and happiness away, and
      precipitated the dark night of the soul period which resulted in her
      "traveling to the land of Oz." Toto is the aspect of unconditional love,
      that aspect that is exquisitely vulnerable and yet at the same time
      represents pure intuition and guidance and strength, both for "itself" and
      for its "owner." Remember that Toto was smart enough to jump out of the
      old lady's basket and escape, yet Dorothy was unaware of the fact. Toto
      also "saved" Dorothy several times throughout the movie, if I remember
      correctly. Essentially, Toto represents intuition and love.

      Tim


      And Melody responds:

      Unconditional love. Intuition. Deepest Heart.
      Perhaps some would simply call it Soul/Self.

      Yes indeed.

      <snip>

      Dorothy only knew that to lose Toto, to be separated
      from Him, was to lose her Heart. She left home to
      be with Toto, and it was with Toto's leadings and
      assistance that she found her way back.

      Notice that when they were loaded in the balloon
      basket, ready to lift off for Kansas, it was Toto who jumped out of the
      basket.

      Deepest Heart knew that a basket ride would not
      take Dorothy home, so Toto jumped out. And Dorothy
      followed her Heart, as irrational as it seemed
      at the time.
      ````

      And last, but certainly not least:


      thanks, Tim, for this thread-- there's no place like aum. .


      surrender dorothy,
      zero

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      Bob Bays wrote:
      >
      > R. H. Blyth, in his wonderful book "Zen in Engish Literature and
      > Oriental Classics" (published in Japan in 1942 (!) and now, I believe,
      > out of print), devotes two whole chapters to Don Quixote as the
      > outstanding Western example of the "man of Zen." Unfortunately my copy
      > and I are currently not in the same space, otherwise I would suppky a
      > quote or two!
      >
      > OM shantih,
      >
      > Bob

      Jerry writes:

      Thanks for this, Bob. I would eventually love to see those chapters. I
      have a copy of Blyth's Haiku, Volume 1, Eastern Culture, in hardback. In
      that book he has a 100 page section entitled 'Zen, The State of Mind for
      Haiku'. In that section he must refer to 50 or more literary figures
      from the Western world, but not one mention of Cervantes. Blyth wrote
      clearly and simply and convincingly. Here's a portion:
      _______________________________________________________________________

      The materiality of Zen comes out in the fact that the religious life is
      at its lowest ebb in church, where everything is arranged to incline the
      mind to some other place, Heaven or Hell, some other time, the past or
      the future. There is more religion in the public-house, on the
      battle-field. It is for this reason that, as Christ says, 'the publicans
      and the harlots go into the Kingdom of God before you.'

      Men live by Zen. All they desire is to see it and feel it. They go to
      the cinema for it. The cowboy romances are full of failures to attain
      it. When the 'killer' advances into the dance hall with his hands ready
      for the draw, it is his Zen alone that our eyes are fixed on. But this
      so-called 'Zen', does not exist, as a thing. Nothing is symbolized of
      it.... It is 'a symbol proper', as Carlyle calls it, which means, as
      Rinzai would say, a no-symbol. In this sense we may remind ourselves of
      Keats' lines:

      It is a flaw
      In happiness to see beyond our bourne,
      It forces us in summer skies to mourne,
      It spoils the singing of the nightingale
      ____________________________________________________________

      That's a sample of his writing, which smoothly surfs World Civilization
      (from Jesus, to modern day movies of the mid 40's, to Carlyly, to Rinzai
      to Keats!) in the name of Zen, and Zen in the name of Haiku. He's good!
      I believe his series on Haiku, from which I quoted, is still in print.

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      As I see it, whether it is enneagram or any other system of seeing our
      idiocies, what we get is where our intention lies. Do we want a better
      illusion identity or do we want the whole truth, real freedom? Acceptance of
      our own bullshit can be a way of opening to our already established
      perfection and purity.

      Xan

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      I thought in realization
      "I" would disappear.
      Instead "you" do.

      Xan

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      From: "Tim Gerchmez" <fewtch@...>


      As I sat outside today and gazed at the glorious beauty of nature - the
      luminescent yellow and white and purple flowers, the green grass, the
      perfect blue sky, the sunshine, the freshness and warmth and life in the
      air, I reflected with awe upon the truth that all this is but a mere
      shadow, a reflection, a veil covering the Absolute. Oh Glory... it's no
      wonder that the mind cannot directly comprehend the Absolute, for if such
      beauty were to be looked upon directly by the mind, the head would explode,
      the mind would short-circuit and melt down instantly, the body would
      dissolve and melt and vaporize. Such glory that cannot be conceived of by
      the human mind - it is a mercy that the senses cannot directly take in the
      Absolute, for they would explode instantly in the coruscating fireflash of
      beauty and love and peace that is Atman.

      ...Tim

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      How many of you know that L. Frank Baum, the author of the Oz books, was
      an active member of the Theosophical Society, and there have been
      several "spiritual" interpretations of his work?

      The current President of the Theosophical Society in America, Dr. John
      Algeo (retired Chairman of the English Department at the University of
      Georgia), has written several articles on the subject, and also lectures
      on it around the country.

      OM shantih,

      Bob

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      Petros wrote:
      >
      > I think many people confuse us with the New Agers and pop-spirituality of
      > "Awakening the Buddha Within" and stuff like that. Before I got into
      > "Eastern mysticism," I didn't know there was a "hard core" either and
      > dismissed it all as white-light mumbo-jumbo, self-deceptive phonyness. I'd
      > rather have NondualitySalon!

      Jerry:

      I like the mix of personalities here, the closeness and the tolerance
      for intolerance.

      It reminds me of L.A. around Alvarado Street.

      It's a hectic, lively, broad ethnic mix, from the Jews parading to
      Langers for pastrami, to the rich Mexican culture flagged in brightly
      colored serapes, and the assertive, ambitious African-American culture
      working through high awareness of eternal racial inequality, proud on
      unceasing social contributions, to the Asian community quietly slipping
      into and out of shops, to mixed Anglo culture enjoying the diminishment
      of their national majority status and ability to see themselves as men
      and women equal to all men and women.

      Across the street MacArthur's Park, green and spacious and lotus topped
      lake gleaming cool, sitting like a temple, never melting in summer's
      interior heat.

      Democracy!

      We who live and die in the city, in this Salon, bring ourselves, our
      psychological bent, impediments, our cooking utensils and paintings and
      guitars and journals and jokes and collection of self-made gemstones,
      our pets, our ancestors, our sizzling DNA, and we find a room on the
      Street and begin to live and explore. And whether we unravel to the
      emptiness while sitting peacefully on a bench in the park alongside the
      lake, or while negotiated the crowded sidewalk perfumed with ethnic
      garlics, we understand each other. We know what brought us here, what we
      deal with, and why we are here. Even as so many of us walk stone-faced
      past each other, there's enough said in the passing to be taken for bows
      of mutuality. Because at night, late at night, all is quiet in rooms,
      and mostly quiet on Alvarado Street, dreams are filled with many faces,
      cats stare at men in darkness only they can see in, a fan does not turn,
      it is cool in the city of consciousness, and come morning, morning is
      simply known as morning. We have never been lighter and younger and more
      perfect than this.

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      Melody:

      Never have I witnessed 'group consciousness'
      as I have here these past weeks...the weaving
      of threads, and personalities, and teachings
      and the processing of such.

      If ever I recognized that I was a player upon
      the stage, accompanied by many other players, it
      is Now.

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      rom: magus@... (==Gene Poole==)

      NDS

      Re: Andrew/Unicorn Light & Shadows

      Susan had written:

      >> >************Is this the same as,
      >> > "Out beyond our ideas of right and wrong
      >> > there is a field. I'll meet you there."?
      >> > Sounds like a good place for a barbeque to me.
      >>
      >> > Susan

      Gene Replied:

      >> Yes, Seer Susan. That is indeed 'where it is at'. A most emphatic YES.
      >>
      >> As the Unicorn turns,
      >>
      >> ==Gene Poole==

      Andrew then wrote:

      >The danger in accepting an invitation to a unicorn barbecue... you may be the
      >unicorn.
      >
      >On the edge of the field, in the side of the mountain, there's a cave with
      >philosophers chained inside disputing over shadows on the wall. We could
      >build a fire on the threshold of the cave and roast the unicorn there.
      >
      >andrew

      Gene now replies:

      Andrew, in a manner of speaking, this (the NDS) is the scenario which you
      describe so well. In a sense, Plato/Socrates, with his emphasis on the
      action of each being the 'midwife' to the other, is our predecessor.

      One of the things that I have been talking about here, is the needless act
      of using a 'come-a-long' or other impliments of extraction to yank someone
      from the womb which they feel as home. Each will have birth (or emergence
      from the larval cocoon) in their own time.

      It is perfectly clear to one who has been born, who has emerged from the
      womb of the world-dream, that things are not as they were, and that also,
      nothing has changed. The violence of the world-dream is replaced by the
      violence of raw Being; the certainty of world-dream definitions, are now
      seen as chalk scribblings on a sidewalk in a rainstorm. The elements,
      rainstorm and earthquake, are now seen as the breathings of the vast
      organism which I am. I erase and forget all of my assumptions. Yes, I am
      that Unicorn. I accepted the invitation, and I found what was eating me.

      The fire of the Unicorn Barbeque, is warmth and light, cast into the mouth
      of the philosophers cave. Tantalizing scents of 'realization' waft to their
      noses, to distract them from their lofty and self-absorbed dissertations.
      If they would but turn from the shadows of which they debate, they would
      see the light.

      As I pass from the womb of the world-dream, I see that the Unicorn is as
      real as the Sacred Cow, or the Golden Calf; seeking such, the danger is in
      finding it. If found, the dream has been made real; the womb of the
      world-dream has been remodeled, now painted and disguised with gold-leaf. A
      drunken orgy of purity, a celebration of the successes of the imposition of
      the grammar of the world-dream onto the eyes and ears of the seeker, create
      the cloak of the attainer.

      The attainer, now sheathed in the mantle of success and virtue, is feasting
      on the Unicorn; finally, the externals of significance have aligned with
      the articles of faith, and all is well in the world. Certainty is at hand,
      ambiguity is banished; the glory of attainment, driven by the need to
      escape suffering, is the new fundament. Seekers flock to the banners of
      That One, tributes and bribes at the ready.

      The frenetic acts of the celebrants act as bridges over the interval of
      doubt; woe to one who loses the momentum of seeking.
      Closed by certainty, the chasm of openness, the painful emptiness of
      unsophisiticated nature, gapes and is renamed as Hell; only faith, and the
      momentum of belief, bouy the aspirant to the safe heights of those who have
      attained. It is the consumption of the flesh of the Unicorn which makes all
      of this possible; now, there must be enacted a certain test for the
      veracity of truth, for one who eats of the flesh of the Unicorn is safe,
      while the fool who is deceived by those who foist other flesh, will fall
      into perdition, there to roast in fires of another sort entirely... or so
      it is said.

      Thus speaketh the Unicorn:

      "Those who eat of my flesh, and drink of my blood, shall know me as
      themselves. It is I who you seek, yet you know me not, even though it is my
      flesh which you taste without cessation."

      "Know, as you revel in the gaining of what you sought, that It is I who
      guide you to me, and that I dwell in a realm within you. Only one who knows
      me, knows themself, and in that knowing, dwells with me in that realm,
      which is the true paradise."

      Such words as those, engraved upon the stone which had sealed the cave of
      the philosophers, reduce the weight of that stone. Now that such words had
      been spoken, those with ears that hear, may exit the cave of eternal
      debate, to emerge into the glory of the sun. That sun, illuminating all
      equally, illumes the I, which now can see, free of the shadows of the
      certainty of disparity.

      Eternally spitted,

      ==Gene Poole==


      References:

      Appendix of VALIS by Phillip K Dick; What is the 'Plasmate' and what is the
      timeline of our reality? Of what significance is the dead cat?

      Text of UBIK by Phillip K Dick; Realizer Joe Chip finds a message from his
      dead boss, which reads:

      "Jump in the toilet and stand on your head;
      I am the living, you are the dead".

      Lyrics of music CD: 'Messiah / 21st Century Jesus' (song: Temple of
      Dreams) "Did I dream, that you dreamed about me?"
      (Caution: 'Messiah' is 440-beat 'techno', and if played on a competent
      stereo (or listened to through headphones) at effective volume-settings,
      may induce a state of bliss which (can be) dangerous to larval status. Use
      only as directed.)

      Explore the Gnostic WebRing (find it via websearch). Read 'Thunder, perfect
      Mind', excerpted from the Nag Hammadi Library.

      Remember, words and language are harmless to those who do not expect to
      find anything in them, beyond what can be found in oneself.

      ==GP==

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      "The Wizard of Oz" got re-released in certain theaters last year for a short
      time (November I think it was.) For anyone who took this rare opportunity to
      actually see the film on the big screen, as I did, it was an unforgettable
      experience. The experience was much more powerful than seeing it on video at
      home. Here's my vote for the Wizard as one of the best films of 1998!

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