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    SKY and SARLO: If I don t go all out in some predictable, gainful way, every day, I find myself going all out in some unpredictable, ungainly, way. For
    Message 1 of 1 , Sep 3, 2000
      SKY and SARLO:

      If I don't go all out in some predictable, gainful way, every
      day, I find myself going all out in some unpredictable, ungainly, way.
      For example, as long as I blade and/or jog and/or go for long walks,
      attacking challenging and exhilarating tasks, all goes well. But if I
      "slack off," in terms of physical and/or mental/spiritual exertion, then
      my spirit/body invariably finds some other way to go all out, so to
      speak. I may overeat, or stay up all night, or find some other "excess"
      with which to expend "energy."

      What then, I ask myself, of those ideals of effortlessness and
      serenity, of gentleness and discretion, I so adamantly adhere to? The
      Tao's constant refrain is "effortlessness." Buddhism extols calm
      compassion. All religions prescribe harmony and moderation, a middle
      path. But how can I deny, at this stage in my life, a love for intense
      exertion that has resisted every advance, every insight into the
      heights and depths of my soul?

      No need to deny. Get intense, stay intense. It's good that you have
      accepted. Go for it. I don't believe there is any contradiction between
      the middle path and going for extremes. It may be simply that the middle
      path is not your path and you *should* be going to dizzying extremes, or
      it may be that you are meant to get exhausted by these extremes and then
      collapse into the middle. Either way, no prob.
      I am a confirmed middle-pather myself but didn't get here without going to
      some extremes -- may have a few more to go to before I'm finished. I've
      heard you mention Osho on occasion. I'm sure he would support you to
      follow the movement of your energy here, whether it leads straight to
      liberation or indirectly via exhaustion.


      Thank you sincerely to NondualitySalon for offering this opportunity to bring this message to all its subscribers.

      I felt motivated to start this list because of the great diversity of topics and discussions which the non-dual perspective has
      developed over the past few years.

      The ADVAITA-ASHRAM is in a way a specialised list for those who are a little tired of reading the same non-dualistic arguments and
      descriptions from all its possible perspectives. Here the emphasis is on PRACTICE and the actual effect of this on our daily lives.
      How to bring the non-dualistic viewpoint into the reality of daily activity, through contemplation, meditation, integration and
      mutual sharing.

      Practice presumes the necessity for some work to be done. So in way we presume the reality of the dualistic (Samsaric) condition in
      which most of us live and function. Once this has been accepted and freely agreed to, the focus shifts from speculative,
      philosophical descriptions of the non-dual condition, to that of a profound enquiry into the blockages we tend to bring to our
      lives which so effectively obscure the revelation of the Wholistic nature of our Being.

      This list is NOT for erudite statements ABOUT the ULTIMATE condition of Being. Rather it is dedicated to those who sincerely feel
      the urge and passion for the work which may in truth lead them to the Truth of Wholeness.

      Absolutely all welcome who share this approach.

      With love,

      MOLLER DE LA ROUVIERE -Moderator




      On another group we talked for quite a but about dreams and all of the dream
      states that there are, and one thing that seemed clear was that recognition
      of the particular dream state, only became obvious upon waking up from that
      particular state.



      Somebody said there were lines between countries, and well,
      there aren't lines, but there are boundaries, but why? Because someone
      says this is mine, that is yours. Soil on one side is absolutely
      the same as soil on the other. The soils just doesn't give a shit
      about what we think.



      As for past experiences of death, I have only hazy fragments to discuss,
      but the sense is one of an amazing expansion, like being the butterfly
      that emerges from the cocoon, or the adult eagle pushing in one swell
      swoop from the egg. (but maybe this is fantasy, I don't really know)
      These may well be birth images, but it seems like birth is a difficult
      process and death is a natural and easy one. I am kind of looking
      forward to seeing what it is like, actually, but I am learning to not be
      impatient. I am concerned by how much fear our society has around
      death and would like to address this somehow as I move into a new part
      of my life. I'm thinking about volunteering at hospice. (so push me


      GENE and DAN:

      D: >Blessed be, Gene.
      >Shalom and greetings --

      G: I reflect in a house of mirrors

      >-- the unoccupiable space
      > through which all motionlessly
      > transforms by not transforming.

      Each facet moves as I change my direction of gaze

      >Never emerging, nothing
      > to contend with, not
      > even a "prior condition".

      As my gaze steadies

      >Neither source nor substance
      > do I see.

      I see only what I see

      >There is nothing else: the thought
      > of any emerging thing or underlying
      > thing is just conniving, inference,
      > an endless mist-ery,
      > mist-er -- just mist-ification.

      If I move

      >No emergence, of which we are
      > so proud, no re-entering, which
      > we fear and crave.

      My universe moves with me

      >Splish splash, what's a bath
      > when there is no tub?

      Down the drain of death

      >There isn't anything traveling
      > from point a to point b.
      >So there isn't a point a.

      Transitioning to no transition

      >And, then, what's this body
      > but the afterimage of a dream
      > that never occurred?

      Upon stillness

      >They crucified me once, to
      > prove my body real.
      >All they showed was their
      > indifference to the recycling
      > conditioning that is ignorance.

      Is movement seen in stillness

      >I misinterpreted a dream, once,
      > as being a dream to be interpreted.
      >I thought myself to be one who had
      > suffered something outrageous.
      >That thought was an evaporating
      > mist, grounded only in its own
      > attempt to ground itself.

      Movement seen relative to itself

      >Self-definition organizes this
      > process, until it is revealed
      > that only the attempt to organize
      > the process provides a process.
      >Then self-definition goes *poof*.

      The end of autonomy

      >Time necessitates my observation,
      > my observation necessitates time.

      One is all

      >Neither time nor observation
      > has any grounding -- a
      > Cheshire cat has seen its
      > day.

      G: Is that cat 'on mushrooms', or was that only the Disney version?

      DAN responds:

      Ah, Gene Genie, mirror man
      so it's a mushroom that I am.

      Thought this was me funny hat,
      if it's me funny head,
      there's no difference alive or dead.

      This mushroom cloud, exploding aloud,
      for all to hear, too bright
      to be dear.

      Much room here - no walls in sight,
      far is quite near, dark is light.

      Mirrors hang without four walls,
      so little is big, and large is small.

      If gloom is with fear -
      this mirrored room will clear.

      Room is all, but no place
      to hide.



      The amazing thing is that
      even when the thoughts in
      the book were dead,

      It remained on the bookshelf,
      completely intact,
      as if preserving itself
      for a nonexistent

      -- Fiction Al Account



      i find so much Christ in zen
      because there is so much
      zen in Christ.

      is His name not
      and truth
      and the way.......

      and is that not
      the point of zen......

      Christianity has a place for the Sacred of Heart. Buddism is largely a cool
      religion. But this too is a false dualism. There is neither one without
      the other.


      And much, much more. There is so much in the inside
      meaning of the gospels, one could spend a lifetime.

      When I realized Jesus was a zen master and all this
      stuff veiled over his teachings, I had both the love/heart
      of my childhood and the intelligence of my journey



      I remember the most profound Star Trek I ever saw.
      I was very emotional but not in the ordinary sense.
      It was the one with the Traveler and Wesley Crusher.
      Dimensional shifting. Did you see that one? And the
      other one with the Traveler where he saved his mother
      by creating this portal for her. I was in tears on that
      one I am sure because of the mother stuff. It seems
      as if with enough ?????? energy, attention, being ??????
      it is possible to hold something still enough to ......not
      sure what I am stretching here for.


      On the lighter side.....from SKY:



      An atheist was taking a walk through the woods. "What majestic trees!
      What powerful rivers! What beautiful animals!", he said himself.

      As he was walking alongside the river he heard a rustling in the bushes
      behind. As he turned to look, he saw a 7-foot grizzly charge towards
      him. He ran as fast as he could up the path. He looked over his shoulder
      and saw that the bear was closing in on him. He tried to run even
      faster, so scared that tears were coming to his eyes. He looked over his
      shoulder again and the bear was even closer. His heart was pumping
      frantically as he tried to run even faster, but he tripped and fell on
      the ground. He rolled over to pick himself up and saw the bear right on
      top of him raising his paw to kill him. At that instant he cried out "Oh
      my God!"

      Just then, time stopped. The bear froze, the forest was silent, the
      river even stopped moving.

      A bright light shone upon the man, and a voice came out of the sky
      saying, "You deny my existence all of these years, teach others I don't
      exist and even credit my creation to a cosmic accident and now do you
      except me to help you out of this predicament? Am I to count you as a

      The atheist, ever so proud, looked into the light and said "it would be
      rather hypocritical to ask to be a Christian after all these years, but
      could you make the bear a Christian?"

      "Very well," said the voice. As the light went out, the river ran, the
      sounds of the forest continued and the bear put his paw down.
      The bear then brought both paws together, bowed his head and said,
      "Lord I thank you for this food which I am about to receive."
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