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      #1982 - Saturday, November 20, 2004 - Editor: Gloria

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      "Music Heard so deeply
      It is not heard at all
      And you are the music
      While the music lasts."

      T.S. Eliot
      from Allspirit Inspiration

      An Introduction to Some Poems

      Look: no one ever promised for sure
      that we would sing. We have decided
      to moan. In a strange dance that
      we don't understand till we do it, we
      have to carry on.

      Just as in sleep you have to dream
      the exact dream to round out your life,
      so we have to live that dream into stories
      and hold them close at you, close at the
      edge we share, to be right.

      We find it an awful thing to meet people,
      serious or not, who have turned into vacant
      effective people, so far lost that they
      won't believe their own feelings
      enough to follow them out.

      The authentic is a line from one thing
      along to the next; it interests us.
      strangely, it relates to what works,
      but is not quite the same. It never
      swerves for revenge,

      Or profit, or fame: it holds
      together something more than the world,
      this line. And we are your wavery
      efforts at following it. Are you coming?
      Good: now it is time
      William Stafford
      from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems © Graywolf Press

      Written for Vicki Woodyard and Bob

       How I can relate to your see-saw of emotion.  When
      my mother was given only a few weeks to live, I became
      her sole caretaker. And my emotions ran the gamut
      also.  The anger was apparently very evident because
      one day she said, "Please don't be so angry with me."
      Oh, wow.

         I had done some death and dying volunteer work
      to prepare for this eventuality...but it certainly
      didn't prepare me enough.  Can there ever be enough??

         At the Mayo Clinic when the doctors told me the
      cancer had metastasized, we decided to go back home,
      so she could die in her own bed.

        I had this fantasy that every night we would cuddle
      together and she would offer me great "pearls of
      wisdom" about how I was to carry on, an
      only-adult-child soon to be orphaned at 53. But the
      reality was that she became too weak to talk much.

         About the second night before her death she said
      to me, "There is so much I wanted to say to you, but
      I just don't have the energy. I'm sorry."

         And I replied, "Please just tell me one thing...the
      most important thing of all."

         "I just want you to know that this old, sick woman
      lying here dying is not the real me.  There are two of
      me and the real me isn't going through any of this."
         My mother didn't have a religious or spiritual
      bone in her body...yet somehow she tapped into her
      true Self. And that pearl of great wisdom was her
      final gift to me.
                       this little light with love,

      from nondualnow


      “If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to
      eat, or how I comb  my hair, but ask what I am living for, in detail,
      and ask me what I think is keeping me  from living fully for the thing I
      want to live for.” 
      - Thomas Merton

      The greatest use of life
      is to spend it for something
      that will outlast it.

           - William James



      May/June 1992
      Vol. 2 - No. 3

      Produced & Edited by
      Dennis Hartel
      Dr. Anil K. Sharma

      As I Saw Him - 8
      Extracts from 'My Recollections' by Devaraja Mudaliar

      A. Devaraja Mudaliar had a unique, innate ability to associate with the Maharshi in an entirely natural manner, while yet maintaining complete faith and devotion to him. This resulted in an intimate relationship and frank dialogues on many subjects, including the practical application of the Maharshi's teachings.

      [...] When I had resided in the Ashrama I gradually made a routine to sing for about half an hour between 10 and 11 in the morning, that is for the last twenty minutes or half hour between when Bhagavan had finished going through the second mail and when the gong went for lunch. Bhagavan saw that this was my line of approach and was doing me good. Therefore he took care, by the silent working of his grace, that nobody interfered with it.

      In the early days Bhagavan encouraged me whenever I was singing with deep feeling. He would have such a look on his face, with his radiant eyes directed towards me, that I would be held spellbound, and not infrequently, at some especially moving words in the songs, tears would come and I would be obliged to stop reciting for one or two minutes. Bhagavan told me that such weeping is good, quoting from Thiruvachakam: "By crying for You (God), one can get you."

      This seems an appropriate place for referring to another well known characteristic of Bhagavan. To those who have only a very superficial knowledge of him or his works, it might seem that he was a cold, relentlessly logical, unemotional Jnani, far removed from the Bhakta who melts into tears in contemplation of God's grace and love. But to those who had any real experience of Bhagavan and his ways, and works, it was clear that he was as much a Bhakta as a Jnani. Often he has told us that only a true Bhakta can be a true Jnani and that only a true Jnani can be a true Bhakta. The complete extinction of the ego is the end attained either in jnana or bhakti.

      When touching songs were recited or read out before him, or when he himself was reading out to us poems or passages from the lives or works of famous saints, he would be moved to tears and would find it impossible to restrain them. He would be reading out and explaining some passage and when he came to a very moving part he would get so choked with emotion that he could not continue but would lay aside the book.

      Before taking leave of this topic, I must remark that it was not only any moving song about God that had this effect on him but anything grand, magnanimous, noble or generous moved him as few people could be moved. I was often reminded of the sentence, "The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest."

      Many times I complained to Bhagavan that I was not making any appreciable progress, bemoaning the persistence of desires. Bhagavan replied making light of my trouble: "It will all go, all in time. You need not worry. The more dhyana (meditation) one performs the more will these desires fall off."

      On other occasions when I complained that I was not improving, Bhagavan simply replied, "How do you know?"

      Bhagavan, from what little I know of him, was not one who believed in forcing the pace. On the contrary, he gave me the impression that he felt it was not proper and was not for our real good, that he should interfere and do violence to our nature or Prakriti by hurrying us at a faster pace than we are built for, even towards realisation. [...]

      His view on the attempts, however well intentioned, by idealistic reformers, whether socialist or communist or whatever label they may wear, to make all people equally well-placed in life can be epitomized as follows: "There never was and never will be a time when all are equally happy or rich or wise or healthy. In fact none of these terms has any meaning except in so far as the opposite to it exists. But that does not mean that when you come across anyone who is less happy or more miserable than yourself, you are not to be moved to compassion or to seek to relieve him as best you can. On the contrary, you must love all and help all, since only in that way can you help yourself. When you seek to reduce the suffering of any fellow-man or fellow-creature, whether your efforts do succeed or not, you are yourself evolving spiritually thereby, especially if such service is rendered disinterestedly, not with the egoistic feeling 'I am doing this', but in the spirit 'God is making me the channel of this service; He is the doer and I the instrument'." On two successive days, in answer to questions from visitors, Bhagavan said in effect what I have summarised above.

      Most of the time I lived with Bhagavan, I used to feel peaceful and absolutely free from care. That, as many can testify, was the outstanding effect of his presence. Nevertheless, it did occasionally happen that something disturbed the peace and happiness for a while. On one such occasion I asked Bhagavan: "Why do such interruptions come? Does it mean that we have ceased to have Bhagavan's grace then?"

      With what graciousness did Bhagavan reply: "You crazy fellow! The trouble or want of peace comes only because of grace."

      On other occasions also Bhagavan has similarly told me: "You people are glad and grateful to God when things you regard as good come to you. That is right, but you should be equally grateful when things you regard as bad come to you. That is where you fail."

      Here I must say the only method I have adopted to achieve liberation or Self-realisation is simply to throw myself on Bhagavan, to surrender to him as completely as lies in my power, and to leave everything else to him. And Bhagavan's teaching, the last I ever got from him before he attained Mahasamadhi, was just this: "Your business is simply to surrender and leave everything to me. If one really surrenders completely, there is no room for him to complain that the Guru has not done this or that."

      posted on MillionPaths

              Fighting the ego, the mind, is precisely
              what the ego wants.  You cannot fight the
              mind.  You cannot suppress the ego.
              Fighting, resisting, controlling it is an im-
              possible action.  What is really needed is a
              negative or feminine action.  That is to yield,
              to allow things to be as they are.

                                     - Ramesh S. Balsekar

              ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `

      "A Net of Jewels"
      Ramesh S. Balsekar
      Advaita Press, 1966

      dear all:

      tonight i came home from running a group
      filled with people i am so happy to be working
      with, such willingness to be open and humble.

      and tonight i feel deeply sad that the CARE woman
      was killed in Iraq. i came online and read that
      she was shot. a quote from her family members said
      that at least now she is free from suffering. that
      does not console me.

      in the assorted non-dual versions of non-duality,
      compassion plays greater to lesser to non-existent
      roles. i only know that however much i let go and
      face emptiness, face the cascading disintegration
      of beliefs and even ideals, what arises is deep
      sorrow that people suffer. i feel so sorry that
      this woman suffered and nothing makes it ok. and
      nothing makes it ok when we watch loved ones from
      our personal lives suffer. even when there is a
      greater and deeper sense that all is connected.
      i feel sad about bob. knowing there really are no

      and yet, i am also grateful i feel. i have no need
      to live in disembodied online ville where "nothing
      happens to no one". in this life laid out before me,
      i care deeply. i cared deeply as one individual after
      the other tentatively began to open up and share their
      issues in my live group earlier. i care deeply reading
      aly and gloria's and and vicki's and many other's
      postings here.

      and in this moment i know this too, is enough. just
      to remain open. to stay present with even my uncool
      not-non-dual deep desires that all the insanity that
      continues to create suffering could end. to know my
      childhood wish that i could heal all has not abated
      even as i simultaneously feel such a deep love bitter
      sweet amidst it all. holding the acceptance i am
      powerless nor capable of knowing what is best in any

      and part of the grace i give clients, i give loved ones,
      i receive from others, we give each other, is the space
      to be present with all that we are experiencing without
      trying to deny it, alter it or cover it up. what i like
      here is people don't "should" each other. we support and
      encourage each other to be, to be who we are, as we are.
      what else is there really to do?

      as Pamela would put it, we give satsang to the sorrow that
      visits us.



      posted on nondualnow

      Hmmm.  Can't ever remember that I thought I had
      a destiny. But a zen teacher I worked with a few
      years ago felt that it was important that we have
      a vow....something that we consciously try to
      implement with compassion every day...thereby,
      perhaps, fulfilling destiny in the moment? 
         She said that her teacher had told her that
      although the "person" does not live on after death,
      the work that we do with our vow does.  Interesting.
         I like the concept, so mine has been to give
      assistance to travelers.
                               love, Patrice


      posted on nondualnow

      May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most
      amazing view.  May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
      -- Edward Abbey

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