Karta Devi emotional energy Re: No personal attacks
- Hi Bob,
> > > > karta: it did happen to me with a certain
> > > > > > > jewish princess witch
> > > >
> > > > devi: bob, are you allowing personal attacks...still?
> > >
> > > Devi, you've got a point. OK ladies,
> > we have a saying in Hungary:
> > "if its not your coat don't put it on"
> > only if you recognize it yours and fits
> > you can ware it
> > I think in America they say: "if the shoe
> > doesn't fit don't ware it
> > > I want to remind
> > > you that I asked you both (Karta and Devi) to "Please
> > > never mention (Karta/Devi) on this list again.
> > OK
> > > This is a place to share consciousness
> > > evolving things. Thanks in advance for your
> > > cooperation." Maybe I didn't make it clear enough.
> > > This request would include referring to either again in any
> > > way. This would of course include any racist, antiSemetic,
> > jewish princess IS NOT! anti semitic;
> > it is a commonly used name depicting
> > a triad of characteristics in just 2
> > words and its used widely in high
> > literature too
> "Jewish princess" IS anti Semetic and IS hurtful to many.
> The "N" word is also commonly used, and used in
> literature, but I bet you wouldn't want to try using it
> in North Philly.
but in the Watts that is the way
blacks great each other:
"whatz up nigger?"
so it became a joke, has no charge,
they diffused it themselves: Criss Rock
Arsenio Hall ..they have a ball with it
same here with the "jewish princess"
but I do accept your valid claim
> Similarly, here in Philly we have a largeno o no
> Russian Jewish immigrant population who are among the
> poorest people in our city. My friend's daughter is Jewish
> and is married to one. They just had a baby and are having
> trouble just affording food and their $400 rent. Some
> princess, huh? The point is that if the degrading thing
> you say about someone puts down something they were
> innocently born into,
I had no such intenton!
a jewish princess is someone unreasonable
must have her own way or the tantrums
spoiled by a very very rich daddy
must have luxury
demands attention and feels she is
above and better than anyone
impossible to please
has very little or non to do with
a hardworking Russian immigrant
> it's wrong. So, it's wrong to pointyes yes I'll
> to a steriotypical "triad of characteristics", in an effort
> to hurt them. Just as we wouldn't put down all Islamic
> people because of what the terrorists do. This really is
> Spirituality 101. Do you know about the concept of Ahimsa?
> Please prove it by your actions.
> Peace and blessings,Karta
ps: Bob thanks for exposing me to
your ethics I love it
- --- In email@example.com, "Nina" <murrkis@y...> wrote:
> > > When the inspiration fails, it is no worse thanNina, you just made my day
> > > a sandcastle being washed away by the beach tide.
> > > Tomorrow, I build another sandcastle.
> > >
> > > The thing is, I do know that at any time, I could
> > > let go of the sandcastle building... but why?
> > > Maybe you know why and would share the why...
> > SG: one perhaps builds sandcastles until there is no longer
> > an attachment to building and creating a structured form ......
> > Inspirations may be wrapped up in sandcastles .....
> > perhaps at that point one simply creates them out of the joy of
> > the moment..... not expecting them to last but simply for the
> > beauty and joy of spontaneous art and motion which flows from
> > the Bliss of Being here now in this place in this moment .......
> > it needs not carry behind it some representation or hidden
> > meaning it simply is as it is Beautiful and sacred within it's own
> > right.......
> > then as in all things (this creation of the moment) simply falls
> > away so that another image may take its place
> > First one goes beyond the transient unfolding play before it is
> > fully understood and appreciated for what it is ....... then one
> > steps back into the lila and play simply Enjoying that lila as an
> > expression of Infinite Love in motion........
> > Formless or Form it is the same Essense
> > minus the distinguishing factors .....
> > SG: hahahahaha perhaps so .... everything proceeds from
> > Source and returns to Source in some manner......
> > Infinite Love
> 1. There are pictures of this sandcastle building: faded square
> photographs with radiused corners, the blues and greens and sand
> colors of photographs from that time, the reds always slightly
> pungent, as if the pigment were wired and erratic, unsure of its
> place in the film. There we are, squatting in the sand: my blond-
> haired mother, sitting aside, arm around the barrel-chest of the
> small grey dog; my father and a very small I sitting together,
> scraping sand into forms. What the photograph barely hints at is the
> joy of building that sandcastle, part enjoyment of the sand and
> water, part thrill and satisfaction of building it with my father.
> What the photograph doesn't contain is what came later. After
> building it, I felt so much happiness and pride; we played in the
> water, and I kept looking back to see that sandcastle sitting before
> the waves. Then the two boys came, stepping into the sandcastle,
> crushing it. I cried salt tears to the sea, inconsolable, and unable
> to explain or even understand that the greatest loss was not the
> sandcastle, but what the sandcastle represented.
> 2. We like to go early to the beach, before the beach patrol comes on
> line, and let our dogs run off leash. One morning, on the way back,
> we are walking close to the dunes, past a sandcastle left above the
> tide line. One of the dogs stalks the sandcastle, circling it,
> sniffing it carefully, as if the castle might move. She notes the
> hollow center of the castle, and daintily scratches it with one paw,
> once, twice. Moving within the hollow, she begins to dig, throwing
> large arcs of sand beneath and behind her, very efficiently deepening
> the hollow. Sufficiently inspired, she leaps from the castle, and
> runs circles on the beach. She is amazing, lean muscle and arching
> back, her earth-pounding feet carrying her so close to us on her
> returns that her breath is heard and wake is felt.
> 3. After the walk, I remain on the beach after the others return
> home. The sun is coming up, pink and orange, and the sky is humid and
> a thick blue-grey. The moon is still out, and a few stars, but are
> gradually fading in a sky that is approaching their brilliance. I
> stand within the laps of the waves, and look out to the rocking
> shrimp boats, and the long, thin horizon beyond. With each receding
> wave, the water draws sand from beneath the edges of my feet.
> Eventually, I am balancing on two pyramids beneath my arches. I find
> that if I am not perfectly balanced through the soles of my feet as
> these pyramids form, that eventually I must cling to the tops of the
> pyramids with the muscles of my legs, lest my feet slide from the
> pyramids. I stand for a long while like this, trying on new pyramids,
> learning as a matter of course what it is to be perfectly balanced
> within my soles, and how transparent and effortless that feels,
> watching the night suns recede as I am warmed by the heat advancing
> in the eastern sky. At some point, the shrimp boats disappear, and I
> take that as my cue to leave.
> Thanks for your letter, SG.