- --- In firstname.lastname@example.org, "Era"
> > > 4. From egoism alone proceed the created minds.deeds,
> > >
> > > The theory of Karma is that we suffer for our good or bad
> > andthe
> > > the whole scope of philosophy is to reach the glory of man. All
> > > scriptures sing the glory of man, of the soul, and then, in theand a
> > same
> > > breath, they preach Karma. A good deed brings such a result,
> > > bad deed such another, but if the soul can be acted upon by agood
> > orthe
> > > a bad deed, the soul amounts to nothing. Bad deeds put a bar to
> > > manifestation of the nature of the Purusha; good deeds take theThe
> > > obstacles off, and the glory of the Purusha becomes manifest.
> > > Purusha itself is never changed. Whatever you do never destroysupon
> > your
> > > own glory, your own nature, because the soul cannot be acted
> > byperfection.
> > > anything, only a veil is spread before it, hiding its
> > >patangili..,i
> > > bobby, i was surfing around and came across swami vivekanandas
> > > commentary on patanjilies yoga sutra,,i know you like
> > > never heard this interpretation of karma,,have you..?bobby areyou
> > inone
> > > harshas satsang?
> > Hi Devi:
> > Yes I have read Vivekananda's commentary on Yoga Sutra. He is
> > that went into the cave for years and emerged able to saysomething
> > worthwhile about how to practice.go
> > I love Harsha Satsang but have been busy lately. I am to leave to
> > to London tomorrow for three weeks on a painting junket.bad
> > The ideas about karma you pasted here are familiar also. I think
> > deeds make us unwilling to be truthful about the self image andthat
> > makes it harder to hold the "I" before the mind steadily. Bytrying
> > to act in ways that make us willing to practice self scrutiny wecome
> > to the traditional virtues in society. The idea that societalmores
> > vary does not interfere with this theory, I don't believe. Atany
> > rate, Patanjali lists the character traits that will help removethe
> > coverings to the purusha and that is most likely what V. waswill
> > referring to. P. also says that meditative absorption (dhyana)
> > destroy the causes of the tendencies (II.11) which cause the badHi Karta:
> > karma.
> > Patanjali was a 'hoss'.
> > Bobby G.
> dear Bobby, have a great show!
> do you sell your 'philosophy' besides
> your paintings also?
> oh! the head hunting "costumers"
> is Europe a different buying public?
> I want to ask you that the idea of
> embrace and accept all: the negative
> included comes to mind with this passage
> I always had difficulty with idea of
> "karma", since I saw kids governed by
> hormones and ignorance acting out real
> bad.. but I did NOT!!! accept, thart
> they called the wrath of karma upon
> that is ludicrous!! I can not accept
> imo god does not give a hut about the
> different cultural rules of "good" and
> "bad".. only corrects the INTENTIONS
> of a heart
> love, Karta
No I don't sell philosophy but thanks for the thought. I won't be
selling any art in London just painting and teaching a little bit and
When we practice dispassion we have to accept the negative and the
positive. It is when the negative or postive is not recognised but
denied that we are in real trouble.
I don't like the idea of karma coming down on kids either. But if
you are a slave owner and are mean to a slave in one lifetime perhaps
you will be born as a slave the next lifetime and the slave will own
you. Then the one who was a slave has the opportunity to get out of
the cycle by being good to you even though you don't deserve it, and
you did not get out of it because you thought that he got what he
deserved. Mercy is a good intention. Dealing out justice is dicey.
The great thing about this is that under THAT social system of
justice one always feels the universe is a just place whether we are
a slave or not. I like that better than the way a lot of people
today feel, that God has got it in for them in particular.
About the 'intentions': I think they are produced by tendencies.
Devotion to the truth is an intention and if one is blessed by this
- --- 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.