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  • Era
    ... I can t take these dots... looks like petit mal epilepsy online from here sorry I ll soon blow a fuse love, Karta
    Message 1 of 105 , Oct 1, 2003
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      --- In meditationsocietyofamerica@yahoogroups.com, "Nina" <murrkis@y...> wrote:
      > SG,
      >
      > I maintain my privacy on the web,
      > and for good reason. It has nothing
      > to do with the relative openness of
      > this heart.
      >
      > Kindness and receptivity
      > may be expressed in ways that do not
      > involve baring all - in ways that
      > might surprise you. For instance,
      > we are both taking the time and energy
      > to respond thoughtfully, or heartfeltfully,
      > if you prefer, to each others' messages.
      >
      > Openness is a receptivity, a receptivity
      > which may be present, with or without
      > the expected outpouring.
      >
      > By the way, walls may be barriers,
      > and contain us as within a cell,
      > but without them, space cannot
      > be appreciated.
      >
      > Nina
      >
      > --- In meditationsocietyofamerica@yahoogroups.com, "manjusrilotus"
      > <manjusrilotus@y...> wrote:
      > >
      > > N: SG, what would you have me do? There is no
      > > dream-sharing machine available, as was available to Claire in
      > > "Until the End of the World". You will have to be satisfied with
      > my
      > > particular language of expression, even if the apparent logic is
      > > distasteful to you.
      > >
      > > What a farce it would be for me to express it in any other way
      > > than what comes naturally. If you were a close friend, someone I
      > > trusted deeply, I might share more of the herstory of specifics, or
      > > even be available to lead the way into the experience. However,
      > > "Nina" (and probably many others on these lists) is more private
      > > than to broadcast such things, and also sees them as "beside
      > > the point". If you are interested and looking, you can find it in
      > > what I write.
      > >
      > > SG: what is it that you fear that you do not express it
      > openly ?
      > > what causes *privacy* is simply that seed of fear which is not
      > > willing to be let go of........... in being Transparent one
      > bares
      > > their all which is Love that gives regardless of the
      > > consequences.....
      > >
      > > isn't it mental holdings and fears that uses the shields
      > of
      > > privacy and saying that it is "beyond the point " ....... while
      > rather it
      > > is Exactly the point........
      > >
      > > > > N: Ring around the mulberry bush is what we do here, on
      > > these lists.
      > >
      > > > > SG: that could be ended ...... it is a
      > choice.........
      > >
      > > N: > You are correct, I could determine to stop posting on
      > > these lists.
      > >
      > > SG: you could also choose to become fearless and start to
      > > expand and open the Heart ......
      > > you could choose to take down the barriers .....
      > >
      > >
      > > > > SG: try bringing it from the Heart rather than the
      > sterility
      > > > > of intellect and intellectual process .........
      > > >
      > > N: You are mistaken if you think that my intellect/intellectual
      > > process is not arising from the heart. How do you think it is,
      > that
      > > my intellect is inspired?
      > >
      > > SG: mind is not always connected to the heart...... heart
      > > takes letting go of the mental fears........ the mental field of
      > > conditionings will seek to keep some barrier and shield .....
      > > what judges friend or foe ? what lets some in and some not ?
      > > it is not Heart but mind and fear of rejection or whatever other
      > > clinging and aversion remains........
      > >
      > > N; > The desert southwest in the USA looks sterile and lifeless
      > > to those who are used to life being abundantly visible and
      > > green. Vitality has many expressions.
      > >
      > > SG: so does hiding - walls - and protection ...... Love needs
      > > not to wear any such face nor any such expression as a covering
      > > or shield .........
      > >
      > > > to each her own,
      > > > Nina
      > >
      > > " to each her own" may come from a point of ME reference
      > > (complete with barriers) rather than opening to the One Heart of
      > > Being which is a flowering without vanities - fears - or
      > > trepidations .......... is it possible to let down the
      > walls ? it
      > > doesn't matter how nice you make the walls - walls are barriers
      > > which rather than protect usually become a cell of our own
      > > creation............
      > >
      > >
      > > Infinite Love




      I can't take these dots...

      looks like petit mal epilepsy online
      from here

      sorry I'll soon blow a fuse

      love, Karta
    • Era
      ... Nina, you just made my day smiles
      Message 105 of 105 , Oct 5, 2003
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        --- In meditationsocietyofamerica@yahoogroups.com, "Nina" <murrkis@y...> wrote:
        > > > When the inspiration fails, it is no worse than
        > > > 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.
        >
        > Nina


        Nina, you just made my day

        smiles
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