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Nondual Highlights Issue #1433 Editor: Christiana    

from Jan Sultan AdvaitaToZen@yahoogroups.com   "

Discard every self-seeking motive as soon as it is seen and you need not search for truth; truth will find you."  

Nisargadatta  

     

photo:  Fred Voetsch  


Jim Dreaver www.jimdreaver.com  

Whenever I sit down to write, my goal is to make the writing as clear
and succinct as possible, to convey, insofar as it is possible, the taste
and feel of what it means to be inwardly awake and free. It is important
to remember, however, that the path of awakening is not about the
words
  Rather, it is about the quality of awareness and of presence you bring
to this moment now. It is about the energy you feel behind the words,
the energy you feel right now, as you sit here alertly, breathe
consciously—which means slowly and deliberately—and pay attention
to what you are reading, sensing, feeling. The real purpose of our
meeting like this, through the medium of these words, coming to you in
cyberspace, is to open up to the silence out of which words come, and
back into which they disappear.
 

For it is in silent awareness, in presence, that two people really meet.
The proof that enlightenment is becoming real for you is in the degree
of inner silence you experience. By inner silence, I mean your mind is
clear, quiet, spacious. Thoughts will come and ago but they won’t be a
problem. You are in touch with the deeper energy of creation, the
beauty, harmony, and unity that is behind all existence. 
 

<snip>  

Notice the sensations and feelings you experience in your body—the
rise and fall of your breathing, the sound of your breath, any other
sounds that may enter and then pass out of your awareness. If there is
some emotional energy you are feeling, be very present with that. Allow
the energy to flow, to express itself, without judging it, labeling it,
interpreting it. Without creating a story around it.
 

As you allow your experience of the present moment to just be what it
is, see if you can let your awareness expand. See if you can be aware
of awareness itself. Be aware of yourself as the awareness behind all
phenomena, all experience. 
 

Coming to this awareness of yourself as the awareness or
consciousness behind everything, as the consciousness—the
presence—which gives birth to your name, your thoughts, the whole
idea of "me, myself, and my story," is what leads to awakening. It is
what frees you from fear, and opens the door to wisdom, to love, and to
beauty.
 

Jim Dreaver 2003  


Editor's note: Having read the above, we offer an invitation to become a guest editor  

If you are moved to surrender to the empty tableau of a day, and hold space as 'editor' to what shows up as alive in that Now; we invite you to consider editing an issue. We have found that this process of surrender is a practice unto itself, often revealing unexpected currents of Truth to the editor.  

If you are a regular reader, you know that we are a very small group of voluntary editors who read and cull from many lists, websites and journals to produce an issue each day of what shows up as alive, whimsical, poignant, informative, and mostly that which points to the nondual Interval. Fresh perspectives are always welcome. Our criteria is that you understand the direction of the publication, and are relatively familiar with formatting. We are available for technical assistance.  

We meet in the open pulsating silence. Is It inviting you?   NDhighlights-owner@yahoogroups.com   


John de Ruiter http://www.johnderuiter.com  

Waking up is not necessarily pleasant;
you get to see
why all this time,
you chose to sleep.
 
When you wake up,

the first thing you will see is
Reality does not exist for you,
you exist for it.
 
Shocking as it is,
when you let it in,
there is rest.
 
You do not have to labor anymore
to hold together a reality
that does not exist;
forcing something to be real
that is not real.
 
You and this life that you have been living
are not real ...
 
In letting it in,
even through the shock... pain... shattering,
there is rest.
 
Reality is when
all you want to know is
what is true ...
just so that you can
let it in
and be true.
 
Reality is not a safe place for you,
the you that you have created.
It is the only place where
you would die;
where there is no room for
your hopes, your dreams.
 
Once you have let it in,
once you begin to re-awaken,
to let Reality wake you up -
nothing can get it out.
That is the beginning of your end.
 
Waking up can be much more painful
than the agony of your dream,
but waking up is real ...
 
And there will be integration;
a merging of reality and you.
You and reality will become one
in a world that does not
accept nor want one,
but two.
 
You will become a beloved servant
instead of a controlling master ...
 
photo:  Fred Voetsch http://www.acclaimstockphotography.com/search_terms/fred_voetsch.html  


viorica MillionPaths@yahoogroups.com   

What brings understanding is love. When your heart is full, then you will
listen to the teacher, to the beggar, to the laughter of children, to the
rainbow, and to the sorrow of man. Under every stone and leaf, that
which is eternal exists. But we do not know how to look for it. Our
minds and hearts are filled with other things than understanding of
"what is". Love and mercy, kindliness and generosity do not cause
enmity. When you love, you are very near truth. For, love makes for
sensitivity, for vulnerability. That which is sensitive is capable of
renewal. Then truth will come into being. It cannot come if your mind
and heart are burdened, heavy with ignorance and animosity.
 

J. Krishnamurti  


Tim NondualitySalon@yahoogroups.com   

It's a bit 'new-agey' but interesting...   

http://www.mysticalmovies.com   


David Hodges "wandertheearth" Livejournal.com  

Paradox is a great teacher  

The thing that would really get me stuck is that every important problem
had become a problem because it was paradoxical. There was no
clear way out. Sometimes the paradoxes were actually exquisitely
balanced in order to keep my feet to the fire as long as possible. We
can refer to this process as "cooking". A paradoxical situation keeps
us roasting over the fires that induce change. 
 

I said once that if your situation in life isn't paradoxical, then you aren't
looking deeply enough. 


Joseph Riley Panhala@yahoogroups.com  

The Real Work  

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
 

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
 

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.  

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Wendell Berry  


From DC Vision - A personal narrative of love, death, light, companionship, and the mystery of life through awareness... shared, with with our gratitude  

We received the phone call very early in the predawn that the man who
gave me life was beginning the final stage of dying. I went to him as I
had for every day for nearly two weeks, and sat holding his hand. I was
the only person that had the courage to be there, because my father
was well loved, and no one wanted to remember him in that way. The
room was dimly lit, and the nursing home was silent for the most part.
Outside the window a single crow landed on a wooden bench seat and
looked in towards us.
 

I talked to my father about doing what I could to get my mother through
the past ten days since he had his major heart attack, and series of
strokes. I assured him that I would do what I could to see that she was
safe, and settled into a new home there on the island, where her family
lived.
 

I became aware in a moment that the hand I held was cold, and that the
rythym of his breath had changed to a more laborious intake. I had
never held the hand of a dying person before, and there I was holding
my father's. I needed to memorize every little nuance. I looked out the
window, and saw there were four crows in the courtyard, all looking our
way, and holding a vigil.
 

I began to say all the things that life as fiction had not allowed me to. I
expressed how I wished we hadn't been such strangers to one another
all those years living under the same roof, and that considering his
formative years, that I knew he had done the best he could...and that I
understood. I knew the man loved his son: he had told me for the first
time the night before his heart attack, which had lifted a tremendous
weight off of my life.
 

His breath became very laborious, and settled into an obvious struggle
of whatever he was at essence, trying to wriggle free of what he
believed he was in form. I looked up through teary eyes and saw that
there were now several dozen crows in the courtyard, all keeping their
attention on our little room. As I looked in amazement, in singles and
pairs several more dozen began to land and take up their presence in
the mix. 
 

In the background of my awareness I realized my father's breathing had
become very loud, and his hand was quite cold, and suddenly the
crows let off with a tremendous cacophony. I looked up to see them
prancing about, flapping their wings, and cawing vociferously.
Suddenly my back became rigid, my head flung back, and everything
turned to light. I cried out to my father to go to the light, and began to
sob uncontrollably in joy. What was this indescribale lifting sensation,
and light filling my being. I felt myself feet off the floor, but couldn't open
my eyes through the tears, and couldn't hear through the crows
screaming their own joyful collaboration.
 

I reached the zenith of lift, and light, and let out an orgasmic sigh...then
slumped back into the chair. When my senses came back to human,
there was no breath coming from my father's lifeless body. My eyes
opened to see an empty courtyard...the crows had left and were taking
him home. I began to cry and laugh at the same time. The nurse came
in and mechanically reached for his pulse, found none, wrote down the
data on his chart, then walked towards the door. She turned at the door
and said, "now everything is going to be fine, dear, no need to be so
sad."
 

"No, not sad...it is wonderful...beautiful, can't you feel it?" I asked. She
gave me a curious look, and walked out the door. I drove to the copper
quarry that day, a place that I went to to be alone, and just sat in
wonder at not only the mystery of life, but the promise of release at
death. Suddenly the world didn't seem such a terrible place.
 

http://groups.msn.com/Omnivox  


from Leo Hartong's newsletter http://www.awakeningtothedream.com  

~ Question: I met some one, and from the second I saw him I recognized
him, I think it must be from another life. The same happened to him.
Since then , there is this constant presence in my soul of him. What can
this mean? 
 

Answer: From where this answer comes there is no past life nor a
future, just presence. Of course, it can mean whatever you want it to,
but what IS it? It sounds like pure recognition. In this recognition there
is no you and other, only Self meeting Self. The mind cannot
understand this and looks for a rational explanation. You say correctly 'I
think' and then comes the apparent rationalization 'it must be from
another life.' Why explain or question it? Explanations are fine for
practical matters, but out of place for beauty, love and simple
presence. Just let it be. Enjoy the mystery instead of solving the riddle. 
 

~ Question to God "What surprises you most about mankind?"   

And God answered: "That they lose their health to make money and
then lose their money to restore their health. That by thinking anxiously
about the future, they forget the present, such that they live neither for
the present nor the future. That they live as if they will never die, and
they die as if they had never lived..." 
 

From his book Awakening to the Dream  

If you could just STOP, you'd realize that you're already there-or rather HERE. At this ever present still point it is impossible to distinguish between meditation and simple being. To accept this is to understand why seeking and working on your self are not helping at all.  

You can become professional at spiritual practice; and you can get stuck in seeking, thereby affirming that this, as it is, is somehow incomplete and in need of your efforts to fix and improve it.   

When I say "here and now" I do not mean the fleeting moment between past and future, but the eternal present, which contains the apparent flux of time. 

 

 

 

 

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