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       #2516 - Tuesday, July 4, 2006 - Editor: Jerry Katz 
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      Vicki and Martin join up in this issue of The Nondual Highlights. These are posts which have appeared in the Nonduality Salon over the last days and months. Something for everyone.

      Is it safe to post here?
      by Vicki Woodyard
      I want my life to be exactly as it is, including the tears, fatigue
      and self-induced stress.  As Ram Dass' guru said, "Can't you see it's
      all perfect?"

      Today I bought some key lime taffy, mini-biscottis and a new pasta
      pot.  I came home happy as a clam and sampled the goodies with a cup
      of coffee.  So much fun for under fifty dollars.

      After lunch I sat down to read for a while and soon I found myself
      weeping.  I just totally let it happen and this thought arose.  This
      is the life I choose to live and it includes the sloppy plop of tears
      down my cheeks.  They prove I am alive and well.  And that is what
      tissues are for.

      Why was I crying?  I am not even certain; something about it being
      just me on an orb of billions.  Some of them don't even use deodorant.
       Some don't care if they drive drunk and most will not wake before
      they die.  I had rather be alone and in tears.  They are mine, after all.

      Without a sense of humor, I would have died a death by tears long ago.
       But my ha ha has kept me in health and my boo hoo's not too bad
      either.  I am insane, unknown and perfectly capable of eating my way
      through a bag of salt water taffy without any help.

      I can read my online bank statements so I don't get overdrawn.  I can
      coccoon at a moment's notice and certainly risk the great adventure of
      having dinner with a friend if I so choose.  But sometimes I choose
      otherwise, and then all hell breaks loose.  I am called eccentric and
      isolated.  Guilty on both charges.  Does anybody have my back?


      Copthorne MacDonald and The Wisdom Page
      contributed by Martin
      "Early in 1980 I did a five-week retreat in my apartment, and devoted
      it to this practice. I found the practice highly effective. It helped
      create psychological distance between mind contents and the primal
      sense of identity, and led me to associate that sense of identity
      with Being. I will describe one of the key happenings during those
      five weeks - not because anyone will repeat it exactly, but because
      it illustrates the kind of door-opening event to which intuitive-
      stage practices can lead.

      During periods of sitting meditation, I settled into, and got
      familiar with, the basic sense of self - that fundamental sense of
      existence or basic identity, the I AM feeling. It was a comfortable
      mental space, and the mind got quiet just as it had whenever I
      watched breath sensations for a prolonged period.

      By two weeks into the retreat my mind had become very still and
      quiet, and I became aware of subtle changes in the quality of feeling
      connected with this experience. I noticed that each time I settled
      into the I AM mental space it felt a little different. I then noticed
      that the difference had something to do with where my attention
      rested, and how broadly it was focused. If my attention happened to
      settle on the chest/heart region, I tended to have loving feelings.
      If it settled on a muscled area like an arm or shoulder, then the
      sense of being, or self, had a warm quality. If attention came to
      rest on the stomach, it felt slightly heavy, in that "heavy meal"
      sense. If attention broadened out to include the whole body I
      experienced happy feelings, a kind of quiet joy.

      One morning I started to play with this, moving the focus of
      attention around, and noting the changes in the sense-of-self
      experience. I gradually moved the focus upward, stopping to feel each
      sensation along the way - chest, neck, lips, nose. I continued to
      move awareness upward, little by little, until finally it was
      directed at the inside of my head. When I reached a certain point in
      this transition the body-sensation components of the sense of self
      disappeared. The basic sense that "I exist" became almost completely
      free of content, free of sensory modulation. It was close to no
      experience at all, close to a pure void, almost nothing - except I
      knew that I was still intensely aware.

      I saw two things at that moment. First, there really was a pure
      awareness free of content. Second, since I had moved my sense of self
      slowly, gradually to where all sensation vanished, what was left -
      pure awareness - was obviously the true home of that sense. This
      maneuver had caused the last thing that was not "me" to fall away.
      There was nothing left but pure awareness staring into a void
      containing only that low-level visual sensation that always exists as
      a sort of irreducible background noise. Direct experience had
      confirmed for me what perennial philosophy teachers had been saying
      for centuries: The true "me" is awareness itself. The words of
      Nisargadatta again:

      If I ask you what is the taste of your mouth, all you can do is to
      say: it is neither sweet nor bitter, nor sour nor astringent; it is
      what remains when all these tastes are not. Similarly, when all
      distinctions and reactions are no more, what remains is reality,
      simple and solid.

      Give your heart and mind to brooding over the "I am," what is it, how
      is it, what is its source, its life, its meaning. It is very much
      like digging a well. You reject all that is not water till you reach
      the life-giving spring.24
      Those physical sensations I experienced when awareness focused on the
      body provided subtle content for the "I am" experience. But the
      nature of that content changed as attention moved from one body part
      to another. Only one thing was always constant, always present:
      awareness itself. When awareness shifted to an almost sensation-free
      place it became obvious that my basic identity was the one constant
      factor: pure awareness - that which remained when the physical
      sensations were not. The life-giving spring.

      My earlier concept of unity was a unity of process. All the specifics
      in the universe were part of one big specific - the total process. It
      was a horizontal kind of unity. Now I intuitively saw another kind of
      unity, a vertical unity in which the myriad specifics were all one
      with the underlying general. It was the unity of interpenetration.
      The eternal medium of Being interpenetrated, supported, and allowed
      the everchanging message of form and function to exist. And my true
      identity was the medium itself.

      I wrote: "The perceived world looks the same as it always did. It's
      just that there is now this cognitive sense that Being underlies
      everything I perceive. It's a sense of the depth of things, a sense
      of the attributes of things, of Being, of capital-S Self permeating
      the old view. Life, awareness, organic wisdom, and love are seen in a
      new way. They are no longer seen as isolated events, but as the all-
      pervasive reality poking through the illusion here, there, and
      everywhere. I sense the reality of the medium and its values in a way
      I never did before."

      I reflected on my basic sense of being or selfhood always having felt
      basically the same whether I was four or 44. My subjective self had
      always felt ageless. I now saw that the real me was ageless. I was
      the same timeless universal awareness that had watched the cosmic
      show since t=0. For the previous 44 years it had been taking in the
      view through the Cop Macdonald porthole. The same awareness -
      identical in quality, universal in nature - also watched the show in
      countless other places. For the first time in my life I felt really
      close to animals. That was my true Self watching the show in the
      cat's head and everywhere else.

      I also realized that I was more than awareness. I was the life that
      animates the body/mind, the energy that makes life possible, and even
      the mass involved in every body's structure. I was these and other
      intrinsic qualities of the universal medium of existence. I was the
      eternal ground of being in all its aspects. Existence, the universe -
      the whole cosmic show including the Cop Macdonald body/mind - was an
      ephemeral media event, a modulation of Being. I, Being, was the
      source of the cosmic show and its audience. I interpenetrated this
      ever-changing display and was its changeless foundation. I was the
      permanent medium; the universe was my temporary message.

      I thought about humanity. We human beings were deluded gods, lost in
      the drama, taking the game too seriously - sucked in like fans
      watching a movie or a football game. Identification with the
      body/mind was the prison. Detachment. Mindfulness. Awareness. Those
      were keys to the prison door. Once we stepped through the door we
      could see that our true identity was the one ground of being that
      gave rise to the game. At that point we could choose just to Be, and
      watch - or choose to get involved in the game again with a caring
      detachment that allowed more daring and effective play than ever

      As that retreat ended, the metaphor that came to mind was one of
      ascent. All my life I had been climbing a hill, and as I climbed, my
      field of view had gradually enlarged. I had spent time reading and
      traveling and having a great variety of experiences - and as a
      result, my view of what is had gradually become broader and more
      detailed. Since I never wanted to miss anything, I'd always kept my
      eyes on the ever-growing view of the valley below. Then, during that
      retreat, I turned around, away from the valley and toward the hill
      itself. Instead of finding myself just facing the hill, I discovered
      that I was now able to peer over the top and see what was on the
      other side. I saw that there was another valley on that side: the
      realm of Being. I experienced a sudden step-function increase in my
      appreciation of what there was to see and explore. I was not yet
      living in that other valley. I didn't know it in intimate detail. But
      I now knew beyond any doubt that it was there."
      ( http://www.cop.com/info/twch9.html )


      Copthorne Macdonald was born Chicago, USA in 1936.  He immigrated to
      Canada in 1975, and is a citizen of both the US and Canada. 
      Copthorne is a writer, independent scholar, and former communication
      systems engineer.  His interests include the nature of reality
      (including consciousness and mind), the development of wisdom, the
      global problematique, and the challenge of creating a sustainable
      future.  He has written extensively in all of these areas, and his
      published writing to date includes 7 books and over 130 articles,
      reviews, and column installments.  His latest book, Matters of
      Consequence (Big Ideas Press, 2004), is a comprehensive map of the
      human situation that encompasses what is really important in life,
      addresses our search for meaning and significance, and deals with
      humanity's future in a positive solution-oriented way.


      Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick And Tich - Bend It

      by Martin

      When i was 4 years old
      i used to dance to this single
      whirling around like a little dervish
      until i lost body-control.

      It was like a 3 minute rave
      speeding up from a slow stomping rhythm
      to high speed

      With a similar method Mevlana Jelaleddin Rumi
      tried to wake up the spirits of the slow-minded
      people of anatolia 800 years ago ;-)

      At one occasion while dancing
      and spinning around to the song
      a bright vastness opened up and filled the whole room

      through the angle of my eye
      i saw that my parents were observing my dance from
      the next room, smiling.

      But there was no room, no me , no parents
      All of it was just this vast open shining Brightness.

      And there was Love.

      "Bend it bend it just a little bit
      and take it easy show you're liking it
      and lover you know that we're gonna hit
      the heights 'cause I'm sure that we're made to fit
      together just like pieces of a
      jigsaw puzzle what's the hustle

      Bend it bend it just a little more
      without you baby I'm so insecure
      but you can make me feel that I am sure
      I've got a sickness only you can cure
      so just relax there's stacks of time but honey
      please don't tease me try to please me

      Bend it bend it just a little bit
      and take it easy show you're liking it
      and lover you know that we're gonna hit
      the heights 'cause I'm sure that we're made to fit
      together just like pieces of a
      jigsaw puzzle what's the hustle

      Bend it bend it just a little bit
      and take it easy show you're liking it
      and ahh show me now yea that's right oh yea"


      if you see change as a constant,
      the constant never changes.
      Eternity never dies.
      and Becoming never is.

      ~ ~ ~
      The deepest point of Mother earths friendly vow
      to the beloved sun.
      ~ ~ ~
      Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for
      those  voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face 
      the truth.  
      --Katherine Mansfield.
      But I tell you, my lord fool,
      Out of this nettle, danger
      We pluck this flower, safety.  
      ~ ~ ~
      ...after the night of wholeism abuse,
      all the klein-bottles formerly
      filled with squareroots were empty - minus one:
      filled from the beginning on thrugh all the Yugas
      it is still being.
      ~ ~ ~
      Bashu was asked by Huang: 'What is the secret underpinning of form?'

      Bashu replied: 'See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil!'

      Huang was very upset, ran into the kitchen and broke the dishes,
      screaming: 'when this mosquito bites - everything is lost!'

      from the 'brute force zen-archives'" at Ruhpolding, Bavaria
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