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      The Nondual Highlights
      The Best of the Internet's Nonduality Email Lists, Forums, Web sites, and More

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      Highlights Issue #1038

      Thursday, April 11, 2002

      Today's Highlights Compiled, Edited, and Designed
      by Jerry Katz

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      from the Guru Ratings list

      ...this conversation we are having just struck me as
      totally comical. two unrealized guys talking about
      realization as if we knew what the fuck we were talking
      about. very funny. but we fit right in cause i've never
      seen any conversations on these lists that were any
      different, a bunch of people talking like we have more
      going on than just our opinions.


      The Girl Who Sells Incense

      i see things

      like a young mother teaching her child
      how to throw stones into the ocean

      kids at the skate board park
      and how they make gray jackets jump with life

      a church with a single car in front of it

      or Siobhan

      i'd like to write many verses
      about what i see

      and repeat 'or Siobhan.'

      but this poem has to end

      i am lost in thoughts

      of Siobhan.


      from Live Journal

      "when you learn to love hell... ...you will be in
      heaven." that is one of my favorite sayings from
      thaddeus golas' -lazy man's guide to enlightenment- and
      i meditated upon that quite a bit today. it was
      definitely inspiring and useful.

      my day wasn't particularly hellish,in fact there were a
      lot of good things about today. nothing big,but plenty
      of good little things,like wonderful fresh air not too
      cold and not too warm...in the sixties. it amazed me to
      see people driving who DIDN'T have their windows rolled
      down. what,are they crazy? letting all this fresh
      pleasant air going to waste?

      but for some reason i was grumpy.i was feeling
      uncharacteristically MEAN. so it gave me a good excuse
      to eat chocolate. after all,i did it for my coworkers
      benefit,so they would not feel my wrath! ha.

      megan asked jay to do some i ching readings for her,and
      i asked him to do some for me too. i was desperately in
      need of some hope and the results were hopeful.

      the chocolate gave me heartburn and later on this
      evening,low blood sugar and fatigue but i also got some
      good ideas. it didn't really get me in a great mood like
      last time i ate chocolate,but it still was a bit of an
      improvement over my mood earlier in the day.

      but you know,sometimes i can achieve a spike in my brain
      happiness from things i read or a song i listen to,but
      there's no guarantee a certain book or song will 'work'.
      some days a song or book will and the next day it might

      but i'm wondering if being receptive to hell as in
      accepting it,makes one more receptive to heaven as well.
      i have a sneaking suspicion it does.


      coffee and kerouac
      started reading 'visions of gerard' by jack kerouac
      today. i don't know why,but when i'm feeling very
      melancholic,i feel like i have a friend in jack
      kerouac,as dopey as that sounds. i feel my temperment is
      very similar to his,and we have the same ethnic

      i tried to cheer myself up by overeating sugar today,but
      it didn't really work. i should have just gone straight
      for the chocolate,but i try to go easy on it because of
      my weird stomach. man,would i love to have a coffee
      high,but coffee is now a no-no. one of these
      days,though,i'm going to go crazy and have some anyway.

      last week i had an espresso brownie which technically
      has very little coffee in it.but the chocolate
      definitely gave me a wonderful sense of being about an
      hour after i ate it. definitely a high. it was great.


      (maybe) it's not up to you

      someone posted these lyrics
      by bjork and i liked them... I think it's because i try
      to hard to fix things sometimes,and i'd do better to be
      accepting,at least in some situations,insteading of
      always resisting what is...

                                       it's not up to you(from bjork's 'vespertine')

                                       i wake up
                                       and the day feels broken
                                       i tilt my head
                                       i'm trying to get an angle
                                       'cause the evening
                                       i've always longed for
                                       it could still happen
                                       how do i master
                                       the perfect day
                                       six glasses of waterS
                                       seven phonecalls
                                       if you leave it alone
                                       it might just happen
                                       it's not up to you
                                       well, it never really was...
                                       if you wake up
                                       and the day feels a-broken
                                       just lean into the crack
                                       just lean into the crack
                                       and it will t r e m b l e ever so nicely
                                       how it sparkles
                                       down there
                                       i can decide what i give
                                       but it's not up to me
                                       what i get given
                                       unthinkable surprises
                                       about to happen
                                       but what they are
                                       it's not up to you
                                       well, it never really was...
                                       there is too much
                                       to peak
                                       there is too much
                                       p r e s s u r e


      from Live Journal

      Don't you just hate it when you get the olive medley,
      and some pickles and you fix up a plate of them for a
      midnight snack, and the BEST olive is not the last one?
      Man, this spiritual game better be more reponsive to my

      Love, Bodhisattva

      ps actually, I still have a pickle to
      eat. Maybe that will be the best... yeah, that's IT!!!
      pps oh wait, I also have a pitted green olive with hot
      peppers all over it... now what?
      ppps and so it goes.
      pppps I wonder if there's any ice cream in the freezer?

      current mood: None, AND other...
      current music: The vast silence (okay, ... Herman's Hermits.)


      from Live Journal

      Personality construct (oxymoron)

      i wished to pack you up in a bundle and keep you

      download you for future reference

      and keep you for ten thousand years

      on a super computer somewhere

      because i loved you

      and wanted you to remain

      but when put back together again

      your personality construct showed nothing

      but blank files

      you were nowhere to be found

      not in the recordings of your sensing

      or in the emulation of your thought patterns

      or in the recreation of your flesh

      you were nowhere to be found

      no separate identity

      but everything

      nothing i could call mine


      behind your face

      only love

      between your thoughts

      only ISness

      pure being spreading out as far as the eye can see




      Ronin (which a friend once aptly translated as
      "Masterless cur dog")

      (tokyo image here)



      to the sound of humanity

      shining without end


      are my poem


      current music: "Hikari"

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