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    Nondual Digest - for Monday, June 29, 1999: To join the Nonduality Salon please go to
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      Nondual Digest - for Monday, June 29, 1999:

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      Eucharist.

      This... which we eat... is our body.
      This... which we drink... is our blood.
      This... which we are... is Eternal-Life* living!
      This is Universal*... unconditionally giving.

      * = whatever word fits the readers belief.


      ( /\ ) Namaste,

      samuel

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      From: samuel <samuel@...>


      Apologies to those I may offend...
      this is written... as a friend... to a friend.


      It astounds me to see... 'enlightened' souls,
      still copyrighting their verse and their proses.

      When we know the source of the words we hew,
      we know they don't belong to... 'Me' or 'You'.

      When we copyright words we chance to scribe,
      we proclaim our kinship... with Mammon's tribe.

      The "Prime Directive".... of Nonduality...
      should be... *To Share*... unconditionally.


      ( /\ ) Namaste,

      samuel

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      From: David Hodges <dhodges@...>

      "I do not look at death as a calamity, and I do not rejoice at the birth of
      a child. The child is out for trouble while the dead is out of it.
      Attachment to life is attachment to sorrow. We love what gives us pain.
      Such is our nature.
      For me the moment of death will be a moment of jubiliation, not of fear. I
      cried when I was born and I shall die laughing."

      - Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj


      (and):


      "Give your heart and mind to brooding over the 'I AM', what it is, 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...

      All you need is already within you, only you must approach your self with
      reverence and love. Self-condemnation and self-distrust are grievous
      errors. Your constant flight from pain and search for pleasure is a sign of
      love you bear for your self; all I plead with you is this: make love of
      your self perfect. Deny yourself nothing - give your self inifinity and
      eternity and discover that you do not need them; you are beyond."

      --Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

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      I find that allowing Divine Mother presence
      in my beingness - with or without form -
      yields full emptiness.
      Empty of Things but full of Presence.
      She is passionate silence,
      the void that is also Life itself.

      She is Grace,
      that which reaches into the
      darkness of illusion and
      calls us home.

      Xan
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      From HarshaSatsangh list:
      From: Greg Goode [mailto:goode@...]


      Speaking of "Who am I," there's a funny story told by a teacher who spent
      lots of time with Papaji (Poonjaji). It's related to a spiritual condition
      suffered by some seekers called "The Lucknow Disease," named after the city
      in which Papaji taught.

      In Papaji's teachings for this group of seekers in the early 90's, it was a
      big part of their inquiry to ask "Who Am I" at all possible junctures.
      According to this teacher, who was in the middle of it all and saw/heard
      lots of funny stuff, here's how it happened:

      Any time someone would even casually say, "I'm hungry," or "I have to go to
      the loo," another earnest seeker would ask like the spiritual police,
      "Who's hungry?" "Who has to go to the loo?" So there developed a way of
      speaking that would avoid using the pronoun "I," which would supposedly
      indicate the gradual effacement of the ego or "I-thought." It got to the
      point that people would say stuff like "This form is tired," or "There is
      hunger arising." This avoidance of the "I" word, in order to display one's
      understanding, is the Lucknow Disease.

      One time there were these two seekers hanging around Papaji's house, they
      were friends, I'll call them Bill and Prem. Bill was newer to the non-dual
      perspective than Prem, who was quite a devotee, already had his spiritual
      name. One day they were waiting for the satsang, which would start a bit
      later. Bill offered the Prem a drink, "Would you like coffee or tea?"
      Prem, who was pretty deep into the Teaching, replied, "There's no one here
      to choose." Later, when the satsang was about to start, Prem was sitting
      in another room. Bill went in to warn Prem that another person had
      occupied his cushion, which had been parked waiting right up in front by
      Papaji's chair. Prem, before he caught himself, blurted out, "That no
      good #%@&#@ so-and-so, I'll get the @#$% #*@!$$&# !!!"

      Regards!

      --Greg


      Harsha responds:

      Thanks for the humor Greg. The former presidential candidate Bob Dole often
      addressed himself in the third person in speeches. He probably got the
      advaita vedanta vote but it was not enough to get him into the office. Which
      is too bad. We need a leader who understands that there is no one home, and
      that indeed there is a missing "me" which can only be referenced
      conceptually but not actually caught. Of course we did not fare badly with
      our current President who is a scholar and a gentleman. President Clinton
      put his finger on the fundamental existential issue, when he sincerely told
      the grand jury, everything depends on what the definition of "is" is. :--).

      Harsha
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      From NondualitySalon:


      A story from Rb Nachman of Breslov

      THE TURKEY PRINCE


      A royal prince once became mad and thought that he was a turkey. He felt
      compelled to sit naked under the table, pecking at bones and pieces of
      bread like a turkey. The royal physicians all gave up hope of ever curing
      him of this madness, and the king suffered tremendous grief.

      A sage then came and said, "I will undertake to cure him."

      The sage undressed and sat naked under the table next to the prince,
      picking crumbs and bones.

      "Who are you?" asked the prince. "What are you doing here?"

      "And you?" replied the sage. "What are you doing here?"

      "I am a turkey," said the prince.

      "I am also a turkey," answered the sage.

      They sat together like this for some time, until they became good friends.
      One day, the sage signalled the king's servants to throw him shirts. He
      said to the prince, "What makes you think that a turkey can't wear a
      shirt? You can wear a shirt and still be a turkey." With that, the two of
      them put on shirts.

      After a while, he signalled them again, and they threw him a pair of
      pants. Just as before, he said, "What makes you think that you can't be a
      turkey if you wear pants?"

      The sage continued in this manner until they were both completely dressed.
      Then he signalled again, and they were given regular food from the table.
      Again the sage said, "What makes you think that you will stop being a
      turkey if you eat good food? You can eat whatever you want and still be a
      turkey!" They both ate the food. Finally, the sage said, "What makes you
      think a turkey must sit under the table? Even a turkey can sit at the
      table." The sage continued in this manner until the prince was completely
      cured.



      Rabbi Yossi Markel

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