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Highlights, Sept. 5, Sunday.

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  • Bruce Morgen
    Marcia postulated: The mind is in the whole body. There is no separation between the mind and the body. The body state is the mind state . A frowning face
    Message 1 of 1 , Sep 8, 1999
      Marcia postulated:

      The mind is in the whole body.
      There is no separation between
      the mind and the body. The
      "body state" is the "mind
      state". A frowning face is a
      frowning mind. They don't
      say someone is anal for no
      reason. :-)

      Jerry quoted writer William

      " Are you not aware of being
      right now? Of course you are.
      You are aware of these words.
      Is not this very Awareness all
      inclusive to you? Have you ever
      been outside it? Have you ever
      seen a sight that did not come
      to you as this very Awareness?
      Certainly not. Does not this
      Awareness include the mountains,
      the oceans, the microcosm and the
      macrocosm, the Pleiades and all
      the galaxies? This Awareness
      really is alone and all to you,
      is it not? Honesty, total
      honesty, will not allow you to
      answer otherwise. The Awareness
      that reads this book (page) is
      infinite. It is alone. It is
      all. It is Divine Awareness, of
      Existence. It God's knowledge of
      Himself. It is God's knowledge of
      being God. It does not belong to


      From Jerry's own cyber-pen, this
      is the first post he's called a

      I can't tell if he or she is a man
      or woman. This 'one'. I can't tell
      if they are young or old. This one
      is walking unhurriedly along an
      unstraight path, on the left the
      ocean, on the right the woods with
      tall trees and squirrels.

      This one knew passion at one time.
      Some day I will show you the
      paintings. But look at this one.
      Would you say there is passion or
      no passion in this picture?

      The path is dark, almost black.
      The woods are shady and cool. And
      the ocean is hot, reflecting the
      whole sun.

      I bring you these pictures. I
      simply bring them to you.

      Here's the second "Painting":

      There is somebody, a man or woman,
      standing on a big rock overlooking
      the ocean. Their arms are spread
      out like a stick painting of a man
      with his arms spread out straight.
      And the horizon in this picture is
      not perfect like horizons are. In
      this picture, the person's arms are
      more perfect than the horizon.
      That's strange, but nobody notices
      it, so I point it out.

      There's a sail boat. It's far
      enough away that the man or woman
      on the rock can't see the people
      clearly, though maybe the people in
      the sail boat can see the person on
      the rock. The sun's out. It's not
      in the painting. Light is
      everywhere and even.

      There is much blue in this picture
      and, overall, it is rather deep.

      You cannot tell whether the sail
      boat is in motion. You cannot tell
      where it is going. You cannot tell
      whether it is on a pleasure trip or
      the journey of a lifetime.

      You know that it's about horizons
      and all the possibilities they

      ...and a third:

      Full side view of one who could be
      a Native American or may not be,
      dressed in a heavy garb of animal
      origin. This one is sitting on a
      rock overlooking what we do not know.
      is mostly rock in the picture and a
      generous stip of cloudless blue sky
      above. All we know is that everything
      is ancient and wise, and the sky is
      simple and blue.

      There is a meeting here. Perhaps it
      is the meeting that is prior to the
      meeting of the Elders. We know this
      one is looking straight ahead. We
      know this one has been here before.
      We know that this is the place this
      one comes to because it is the place
      from which this one has come. In
      other words, it is home.

      I bring it into this series of
      paintings, because, like the others,
      one can find one's right place
      within it.

      Newcomer Mira, aka "Mirror" writes:

      Only in resistance, the 'me' is felt.

      Only in resistance, the 'me' suffers.

      In no resistance, how could 'me'
      define itself?

      It can't be found.

      So who is doing the resisting in the
      first place?

      ...and another on the same topic:

      When resistance appears,
      it is welcomed,
      for it is all included in me.

      When a me appears
      it is welcomed,
      for it is all included in me.

      When a you appears, pointing out
      stuff, to a me, it is welcomed,
      for it is all included in you.
      And you are included in me.

      Skye describes a an astonishment:

      I 've Just woken up 5 minutes ago
      from a 1 hr sleep and I'm typing
      madly, but at the same time I'm
      realising I dont really have to
      because I'm never going to forget.
      I'm so excited, I've just had a
      most amazing experience!!

      For the first time in my whole life
      I became completely awake!!! in my
      dream!!! with all my NORMAL WAKING
      CONSCIOUSNESS with all my physical
      life memories!!! I mean completely
      awake and wow upon wow no matter
      how many times I told myself that
      "hey I AM AWAKE!!!" I remained in
      the dream! I was so thrilled I
      started crying! :-))

      Then I thought now hold it, hold it,
      don't get too excited you know what
      they say dont think about the body
      or you'll go back into it and waken.
      So I thought O.K, I'm far too awake,
      if this is not a dream I won't be
      able to fly. And you know even as I
      lifted off, to my astonishment, in
      full waking consciousness, I was a
      bit disappointed at the same time,
      damn I thought, I would have liked
      that free extra room. Tut tut ;-)

      Well I'm floating then and my whole
      usually immaculate home appears to
      be in a state of renovation, there's
      people everywhere, some familiar some
      strange, everything is a mess!!! And
      I'm still completely awake marvelling
      at this state of consciousness that
      I've been able to retain. I start
      floating through my home, all the
      while screaming to myself I'm awake,
      I'm really lucid as they call it
      while I dream! I'm 'actually' awake!

      Then I think, quick, nows your
      chance, check it out, what's this
      stuff's made of and I start touching
      and examining all the surfaces, they
      seem to be like a kind of painted
      plastic even the wood! Every few
      seconds I marvel at how I'm doing
      this, I start to sob with ecstasy
      again as I stroke the dream
      substances its so orgasmic, this
      realisation, this milestone I've
      never broken before, here awake in a
      dream! Then slowly very slowly I
      become aware I'm in my physical body
      my eyes open, no shift in
      conscious!!! and I quickly and
      calmly go over everything that
      happened, then I bolt out of bed and
      race to the computer and here it is.

      So I get the feeling I'm going to
      glimpse the last of my selfish
      illusory dream beliefs which will
      dissolve along with all my waking
      false beliefs.

      Crumbs what happens now???

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