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Gloria Lee
Punishment and Retribution, by
Kristi Shelloner
Candles, by Christiana Duranczyk
Satsang with Tolle, by Petros
Dated Entries
December 5, 1999: The Nondual
Float, by David Hodges
December 6, 1999: The End of the
Affair,by Christiana Duranczyk
December 7, 1999: To Not Adhere,
by Skye Chambers
December 8, 1999: Silence from
Mars
December 8, 1999: Satsang with
Ram Tzu,by Petros
December 9, 1999: The Mississippi
Ocean, from the
lotus-and-sunflower list
December 11, 1999: Xellex: an
excerpt from the novel by Carlos Dwa
December 12, 1999: Grand Central,
by Greg Goode, Ph.D.
December 13, 1999: Merton on the
U.S., by Patrick Collins
December 15, 1999: Introduction
to Harsha-Satsangh, by Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
December 16, 1999: American
Beauty: And Greatness Arose, by Jordan S. Gruber
December 17, 1999: The Verbiage
Garden and the World Dream, by Neo, Dan, and Gene
December 18, 1999: The Matrix:
Two Kinds of Pills, by Phil Burton and Greg Goode
December 19, 1999: Suffering:
East and West, by Jan Barendrecht
December 20, 1999: This
Wednesday: The Stillpoint, by Christiana P. Duranczyk
December 21, 1999: Criteria and
Original Nature, by Gene Poole
December 22-24, 1999: Fractals,
by Josef Hand-Boniakowski
December 25, 1999: Rumi
December 26, 1999: Kerouac List,
by Jack Kerouac
December 28, 1999: A Message From
Gangaji
December 29, 1999: Waking Up
Together, by Paul Williams
December 30, 1999: New Years Eve,
by Greg Goode
January 1, 2000: World Festival,
by Christiana P. Duranczyk
January 2, 2000: The Original
Gift, by Gene Poole
January 3, 2000: Puja, by M
January 4, 2000: Non-Duality, by Thich Nhat
Hanh
Where's CARLOS DWA and is there any
chance he'll return to the ?
UPDATE..CARLOS RETURNED!
Who is the Master that became enlightened when he stumbled and fell while passing through a revolving door?
What happens when new poems are created by combining passages from Walt Whitman?
Timothy Schoorel. "Can you imagine a flower that's afraid to die? How do you think that will influence the way it grows? Somehow the whole flower will be inhibited. The flower will not be a natural and free expression of life. But flowers are not afraid to die, the beauty of nature is that it expresses itself freely, it is not inhibited by a constant fear. Fear has a function in nature, but it is not a way of life. This need not be different for human beings, we can mature into our natural state. Enlightenment is not an extraordinary state, it is our natural state." (
Don Quixote. "...for it may be said of Knight-errantry what is said of love: that it makes all things equal." (thanks Bob Bays for recommending the man from La Mancha)
Nonduality and the movie The Matrix
Did anyone think the movie American Beauty was 'nondual'? Write me.
Satsang with
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Have you discovered Nonduality pioneer ==Gene Poole== yet?
Here's what it is ..what finally busted
loose in me surprised even me. I've been rehearsing with
this choral group the past 6 weeks and last night I
started getting too choked up to sing, then the words
just really got to me and seemed so meaningful. I didn't
want to make a scene and leave and I kept thinking maybe
I'd calm down and be able to sing the next song, but soon
as I'd start to sing, the tears would start again. Its
the same music we have been practicing all this time,
mostly based on African spirituals. At first I thought it
was just reminding me of all the years singing in church
choir, which of course it was and had all along, and the
music is great but why now so moving? It was and wasn't
the music. Really I was just remembering all these good
people I had known at church, sorta one after another
coming up... and then feeling all this gratitude and love
that these of course very ordinary people were so kind.
Like the guy you could call anytime, because he had made
it his business to learn how to coax the old furnace back
to working.. and how he always asked after my boys and
made a point of mentioning that he had also been thru a
divorce and how being a step parent was not easy, but his
boys all turned out ok in the end, tho they had their bad
days too, so not to worry about it.. and then he'd talk
about his vegetable garden.. and I still can't even
remember what his name was, just that he's dead now and I
miss him.
And all those little old ladies who week after week sign
up for nursery care because they don't mind missing
church.. and always stick around to clean up the kitchen
after the potlucks.. and take food over whenever anyone
has a baby or someone dies, whether they know them well
or not.. nameless to me people were coming to mind along
with the ones important to me and close to me.
And I remembered how when the larger church hierarchy was
holding debates about what the church's
"stance" should be towards homosexuals, we just
quietly voted in a lesbian woman for deacon. And the best
part was it had nothing to do with any stance, it was
more because she was already collecting furniture and
stuff to give out to people whose houses burned down and
that's what deacons do is look after other's needs, so
why not make it official.
Back when my first husband simply packed up and went to
California, the minister listened to all my problems week
after week, cause I certainly could not afford "real
counseling." No matter how depressed or angry I got
then, he would say, "Well, isn't it okay to feel
like that? If I was in your shoes, I'd be upset, too.
This is not easy." And yet I'd feel better just
being listened to and go back to deal with another week.
He gave me what may be the best compliment I ever got in
my life one day when he said, "What impresses me
most about you is the wide assortment of people you know
from all walks of life." When I stopped to think of
all those people and how everywhere I went in town I'd
see someone I knew, I felt rich in friends and the money
problems I had then seemed a lot less important.
Well, I could on and on and I really don't care how corny
this all must sound, because it was my mistake to think
that it mattered that you can't talk to these people
about chakras or kundalini or Buddhism or esoteric
anything. So it actually does not matter to me if anyone
thinks Christianity is dualistic or even if it basically
really is, intellectually speaking. The entire issue of
beliefs just went poof..gone. I know these people got the
essence of Jesus message was about love and caring for
others. Anyone's ordinary kindness matters just as much
as the Mother Teresa type. And I realize how all these
people are actually so much better than even they know
themselves.
And I remembered that is why I fell in love with Jesus in
the first place back when I was 10 years old and first
heard about him... God is love, love one another. Even
when I later went thru my own atheism, I could not bear
to hear Jesus himself disparaged. Since then I've been
thru all the usual questioning of everything and the
ridiculous theology and thought I was just going to
church for the kids sake or because I just like to sing
the music, and that I needed to work out my own beliefs
anyway and find people who thought like me. No matter
what or how anything really may be, I still love Jesus.
When I finally got out of there, I let it out and cried
all the way home. Here I've stayed away from church the
past two years for many different reasons, but last night
I knew I am just so homesick I want to go back.
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Punishment and
Retribution
by Kristi Shelloner
When I lived in the streets and Simon came
to me, a bitter, angry, violent, hurting man who, no
doubt, had countless warrants out for his arrest......but
came to me and said "I am feeling out of control;
I'm afraid I'm going to hurt someone, help me" he
did so because he knew I did not see him as bad.....(I
gave him pastels and told him to draw; he was an
incredible artist) my seeing him as Simon, the sum of his
goodness, not the sum of his badness......gave him the
grace and hope to find the "good" inside
himself........is he either or? or did he become - being
unable to define his own trajectory - what was projected
at him.....He was really a gentle, tender soul, much
abused and tortured in his life, who wanted nothing so
much as to be "good" only he didn't know what
that meant. He would bring me his drawings, his
countenance lifted, and then return later to tell me
about the good deeds he did that day, who he helped, what
illegality he didn't commit. For that day, he was
healed........because he was accepted as he appeared and
honored for his gifts; not shamed for his flaws.
Are there ill-effects in the world? Do people get hurt?
Do we ourselves do harm? Of course. Can we change the
course of those things.....often......by not seeing
people as bodies, or as the things they do or say or
think.....but by seeing them as the light that shines,
their reality,......in this way "evil" is alway
conquered by good.
Transcendent moments in the presence of people one might
otherwise define as bad or dangerous confer the capacity
to see them as spirit....beyond good/bad
qualifiers....simply as the Holy Sons of God......there
is great healing and peace in this.......and life is
never seen as the same again. (In my case it brought
about much pain and confusion in subsequent times because
I can no longer see people the same way others see them.
This is a problem in consensus reality......) Also, much
"Bad" is created in the name of good.....and
vice versa.....makes for some pretty slippery
distinctions.
To the degree that such recognition enhances the capacity
to forgive.....(people who do bad things are ALWAYS
asking for love, affirmation, even if they don't know it
themselves)..... we can shortcut much of the
"evil" that gets perpetutated through cycles of
hate, reaction, judgement, justification, etc.. as a
culture, we demonize "bad" people and sanction
the right to hate them, thereby creating them. Our mania
for personal responsibility and law and order and
"paying the price"; our love affair with
punishment and retribution creates many more problems
than it solves...
Candles...
by Christiana Duranczyk
Tonight
as I continue lighting my first Advent candle.. I am
joined by the celebrative lighting of the first Menorah
candles of Chanukkah.
The first candle lite is called the shammus which means
"servant".
The lighting prayer is:
Barukh atah Adonai, Elohaynu, melekh ha-olam
Blessed are you, Lord, our God, king of the universe
Within my, somewhat self created, evolutionary
meditation, I reflect this week upon the Mineral
Kingdom.. I hold in awareness the minerals crystallized
in our planet, our bodies and in our natures. I take my
'shammus' (servant) and walk into the inner mine. The
light reveals the inorganic gifts, infrastructure of
formed life ... the very 'core' to be stripped to, to be
in awe of. In my hand a quartz crystal... held by
crystallized bone structures of support. What a miracle
these structures which support us. The light also,
however, reveals the mineral essence in my human nature..
a place, perhaps where crystallization and hardening is
not desired, a place which might need deep mining or
'undermining'. Where are the metallic tones of voice, the
bitter hardened roots?
I ask again, what wants to be birthed this year, what
needs to be emptied out in readiness? May the structure
of my character be strong enough to act as chalice.
Attended
a lecture by Eckhart Tolle at Mahayoga here in L.A. last
Friday night (Nov. 19). He keeps the message very simple:
Just focus on the Now. That is the only moment that we
can truly every have, all else is imagination. He's been
teaching and counselling for a decade but it seems that
he's become more popular lately because of his recent
book (The Power of Now), as there must have been sixty
people packed in there to listen to him. And we really
had to sit silently to hear him; Eckhart is a soft-spoken
man, he almost seemed a little nervous to be in front of
all those people.
Harry Dean Stanton, the actor, showed up to hear Eckhart
as well. A lot of people obviously recognized him but in
the spiritual context, they were gracious enough just to
smile and pay attention to Eckhart.
December 5, 1999
The
Nondual Float
by David Hodges
It seems that the scale of the
demonstrations and the readiness of some of the
protestors to engage in violent confrontations caught the
press pundits by surprise...as if a vast underground has
been brewing under the radar screen of the media and has
suddenly burst into public view. I think the
demonstrations will have a great effect in forcing more
public attention on the activities and powers of the WTO.
I think in particular it will be good if the WTO is
forced to have more of their proceedings conducted in
public instead of behind closed doors. Just think, if the
protesters hadn't been there, the WTO meeting would just
have been one more boring blip in the news that no one
paid attention to. Most people probably didn't even know
there was a WTO or what it did. Now a lot more people are
going to take notice.
<Usual disclaimer>: of course we don't condone
violence etc etc etc</Usual disclaimer>
I don't have a stand on the issues themselves aside from
the issue above, of the private meetings being opened to
the public. To borrow Ken Wilber's term, I am
aperspectival, i.e., there are a zillion perspectives one
could have on the WTO, all of them might have merit, all
of them have shortcomings, so why pick one perpective and
hold to it, why not just maintain a "don't
know" non-attitude about all perspectives? I call
this (having just made up the term) the Non-Dual Float.
December 6, 1999
The
End of the Affair
by Christiana Duranczyk
Reviews for the movie (The End of the
Affair) are mixed.. but this passage from the book
(presented to me by a friend who wanted to know if *this*
expressed a bit of what I'm "about") is, I
think, a very fine literary example of Presence and the
absence of same...
"I've never loved anybody or anything as I do
you." It was as if, sitting there in the chair with
a half eaten sandwich in her hand, she was abandoning
herself as completely as she had done, five minutes back
on the hardwood floor. We most of us hesitate to make so
complete a statement; we remember and we foresee and we
doubt. She had no doubts. The moment only mattered.
Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an
absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her
abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of
endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.
What did time mater - all the past and the other men she
must from time to time (there is that word again) have
known, or all the future in which she might be making the
same statement with the same sense of truth? When I
replied that I loved her too in that way, I was the liar,
not she, for I never lose the consciousness of time; to
me the present is never here, it is always last year or
next week.
She wasn't lying even when she said, "Nobody else.
Ever again." There are contradictions in time,
that's all, that don't exist on the mathematical point.
She had so much more capacity for love than I had. I
couldn't bring down that curtain round the moment, I
couldn't forget and I couldn't not fear. Even in the
moment of love, I was like a police officer gathering
evidence of a crime that hadn't yet been committed, and
when seven years later I opened Parkis's letter the
evidence was all there in my memory to add to my
bitterness.
Graham Greene
The End of the Affair
c.1951 p 50-51
December
7, 1999
To Not Adhere
by Skye Chambers
Its my
mission to not religiously adhere to any perspective, be
it dual or nondual, for they all characterize the same
indoctrination via the usual indignation and dismissal of
any intelligence daring to question or survive within it.
The following is an excerpt from a member of the
Krishnamurti mailing list who is not easily persuaded
either. When i can get past his abrupt Aussie manner :-)
i do occasionally find his daring insights most
interesting, characterized of course by the cut off
viewpoints, we all uniquely display, if we have not
already annihilated individual expression and the
integrity of our being for someone else's philosophy.
[quote] Richard: It is not until the advent of thought
does the capacity to notice, remember, reflect, plan and
thus implement considered activity for beneficial reasons
(intelligence) evolve
along with the amazing
ability to pass this information to others of the
species, including the next generation, via language
communication skills rather than grunt and gesture
conveyance. Then, and only then, emerges the trait that
you describe as the one essential driver for
knowing oneself: the wonder, the awe, the curiosity as to
ask these questions (who am I, where does the universe
come from, etc.) Therefore, as to why thought,
thoughts and thinking gets castigated as much as it does
on this Mailing List, one can only thank the Masters and
Messiahs, the Gurus and God-Men, the Saints and Sages and
the Avatars and Saviors of the last 3,000 5,000
years for their outstanding contribution to the
retardation of evolution ... to the point where they
induce you (Somendra Pant) (an Assistant Professor of MIS
holding PhD and MS (MIS) degrees) to say: it is
redundant, also erroneous, to posit this movement
(thought) as movement towards ... there is no towards as
it is evolution of
nature/matter/consciousness/totality/whatever as if
it were a profound truth. [unquote]
skye: It helps me to consider the *possibility* of the
life of the self as one message leaping across the nerve
cells of a multidimensional structure....just an analogy
only, for we are more than a message passing through the
vast reaches of a superself. There is a lapse while
massages leap the nerve ends and this is analogous to a
moment of self reflection by the greater being in whom we
live and move and have our being. We have an intimate
interdependent relationship with all reality and are
never lost in the universe.
December 8,
1999
Silence from Mars
Today NASA, the U.S. government agency in charge of
moving machines thru space, said it was receiving only
Silence from its Mars Polar Lander. An innocent bystander
remarked, "That's me." It is unknown who this
person is or even what "who" is. His wife said,
"I"m a doer." The couple appeared to be on
vacation. Silence continues...
exclusive to the NDS, The Naked Eye
December 8,
1999
Satsang with Ram Tzu
by Petros
I attended one of Ram Tzu's (Wayne
Liquormans') advaita talks in Hermosa Beach on Monday
afternoon. He is here in the L.A. area for about a week
or two, and is holding quite a few talks. He prefers to
call them "advaita talks" rather than satsangs
as he feels the term satsang has been overused in the
past year or two and may be becoming corrupted.
Wayne made mention of the popularity that advaita seems
to be enjoying of late, and how this popularity is in
many cases not for "advaita" itself, but for
the same new-age philosophy that in previous years
managed to co-opt the terms "zen" and then
"tao" in the name of making a buck. Eventually
people's interest will move on to something else.
Wayne reiterated the same message as always. The
"teaching" (of nondoership) is, in itself,
perfectly useless. It cannot be "used" by the
mind for anything in particular. The teaching is
*descriptive*, not *prescriptive*; that is to say, it can
describe the situation as it exists in reality, but you
cannot derive from this description any specific,
guaranteed "plan of action" or behavior out of
it. I (Petros) noted that, quite simply,
"Description arises" -- it is a phenomenon that
occurs among other phemonema. Wayne clarified and
extended this by noting that "description arises out
of a response to questions." When there are no
questions, there is no "teaching." As long as
there are questions, there is a teaching that arises in
response to those questions.
The teaching is quite simple. It is, that there is no
"doer." There is merely the one motion of what
Wayne (followng the lead of his guru Ramesh Balsekar)
calls "Totality," and which others may call
God, Source, Reality, Truth, and whatnot. And that the
*subjective* experience of this fact of nature is what
primarily constitutes realization, rather than a merely
intellectual comprehension of it.
Ramana's atma vichara (method of inquiry, viz. "Who
Am I") is not a method intended to elicit a specific
"answer" (such as "I am That.") It is
intended to eventually defeat itself, or to cancel itself
out. Petros noted that the putative answers to the
inquiry are always different ("I am that,"
"I am not this," "I am all," "I
am none," etc.) and that, being mere chains of
words, none of them is "correct." Wayne noted
that there can be no answer, period.
I asked a question about wordless transmission, and Wayne
reaffirmed its
role in creating the resonance (as he calls it) between
teacher and student, as in the case of himself and his
teacher Ramesh. This was not understood by my mind, I
must admit, but it was felt somehow.
Another question was asked about the time that may be
required to learn how to bring the teaching to others. I
felt that it could takes a great length of time just
learning how to deal with individual people's needs and
levels of understanding, but Wayne said this belief was
just a mental construct. I didn't quite believe this
right away, but a few minutes later I listened as Wayne
answered someone else's question about a totally
different topic, then he quipped, "There, how many
years did I practice that answer?" Then his earlier
answer became clear to me. As the teaching is not a body
of knowledge, nor a technique, but merely a point-of-view
about reality, it arises naturally and automatically as
one responds to specific inquiries. The knowledge is
right there when it is needed.
December
9, 1999
The
Mississippi Ocean
(from the lotus-and-sunflower list)
Thomas:
The natural world in its particulars has been
for me a constant source of joy, and the universal
process of nature nothing less than the body of God. I
consider myself fortunate to have grown up in the
northern wilds and to have spent much of my youth on the
banks of a young and fresh Mississippi River. She remains
the greatest Guru I have known.
Dan: The ocean is a wonderful Teacher.
Atlantic or Pacific - it's the ocean. I love to walk by
the ocean, hear the waves, touch the water, feel the
wind, the sand, watch the birds. The endless horizon.
Where does the ocean end and I begin? Perhaps when I
speak, some may hear my words as some kind of denial.
Others hear affirmation. Each hears differently. Perhaps
the ocean breeze speaks more clearly than I ever will.
I'll walk down
there again, soon. So nice to listen - to hear about
eternity, peace, evenness.
December
11, 1999
XELLEX
by Carlos
Dwa
.His
internal perception floated above an electromagnetic
hyperdimensional torus. It was like a smoke ring. Its
lines of magnetic tendancies flowed around itself much
like the smoke in a smoke ring seems to roll around
itself as it moves, when actually it is the unseen air
current at its center roiling the smoke as it flows
through it. But this smoke was his thoughts and feelings,
his conscious sense of identity, and the unseen wind was
the primal flow of Life pushing upward through his
genetic matrix toward its assumed sublime destiny. He
knew the magnetic smoke ring, the torus, was him--his
mind--what he had thought of as himself, until now. It
was so trite, so self-involved with devouring its
own excretia--thoughts. Feeding upon them in a wormlike
process of thinking a thought and hearing the
thought being thought. Like a snake devouring its own
tail. It was a closed, polarized, dynamic system. It
endlessly repeated the pulsing process of I.
Nothing truly new could come out of it, or, it seemed,
into it, unless associated with a familiar pattern. Such
a process could only be fascinating from inside its hall
of mirrors, its self-referential infinite regression. He
looked elsewhere. And the infinite potential of elsewhere
swept him into a Living Vastness. And he looked in
wonder. And it looked back in benevolent indifference
awaiting his realization. Surges of theories and
conclusions swept into him from all quarters. This mind
thing that he had though of as himself, it was just a
process, the unending flow of delineating and confining
the unruly Vastness into temporarily soothing
associations and explanations. The process held little
fascination from his new perspective. He was created and
destroyed in each pulsing moment--anew, anew, anew. Each
ephemeral instant, whispered intimations of eternity. And
the course of all things was apprehended without arrest..
. .
. . .Ja Mu awoke in the Dragons Mouth. His lantern
had burned out, but it didnt matter. He could see.
He could see every niche of the cavern by the
biolumenesent glow of the caps of invisibility and the
lichen encrusted walls. Everything had a opalesent
blue/white tinge and looked otherworldly, like a
fairyland. He looked around in astonishment. Things were
not the same. It wasn't just being able to see in
darkness, he could see things that wouldn't have been
visible with any amount of illumination. Living things
were different, very different in appearance from
everything else. He cocked his head. Yes... yes the
mushrooms had another pattern now, they were not just
dark purple caps with scarlet veins and stems. They had
other colors, other hues that he had never seen before:
intrinsic patterns of ghostly blues and reds, deep reds
that seemed to throb. And he saw something else, some
other light, that was not really a light, some splendid
eminence flowing forth from them, and telling him
something, speaking to his sight, telling him about their
own life. Could it be? What wonder was this? What new
world had he entered? He felt he would split open, that
the wanton allure of this world would slay him with
beauty, that he could be overcome, absorbed, entranced by
the staggering glamour of things mundane. And all about
him, that which he had considered inanimate; the rock,
his pack and equipment, the air, the space, the flow of
time--all undulating with life, shimmering with
intelligence, speaking to him, it cracked his heart open
and breathed into him--whispers of bliss, promises of
worlds without end--of inner skies and shores, and vistas
of consciousness to become him. He wept. He laughed. He
muttered incoherently and watched himself do it from a
lucid place far away. And then, smiling with brimming
tears he gathered his things and walked to the entrance
of the cave.. . .
(c) 1999 Carlos Dwa
December
12, 1999
Grand
Central
by Greg Goode, Ph.D.
For me,
attending is no more.
But years ago, there was lots and lots of attending. It
was like this - before and during spiritual seeking, I
wasn't badly suffering or in pain or unhappy with my life
or stuck in dysfunctional patterns. Instead, it was a
deep sense of loneliness, alienation, lack of
fulfillment, and a strong yearning from the heart and
mind to know "What is it all about? What is the
purpose of life? What happens after? What are all these
mystical truths that are spoken of? Where is fulfillment
to be found?"
In a nutshell, the paths for me were two: devotional
(bhakti and karma yoga) thru Born-Again Pentacostal
Christianity, then later, a wide search and deep inquiry
that was primarily intellectual, but felt at the heart
and body levels as well. This message is about the second
part...
Lots of what follows may seem quite heady and
intellectual, but believe me, the heart and body
definitely got involved. Part of it is that my education
and training were as a professional philosopher. There
were hundreds of books and many paths gone through.
This is where Christiana's point about attention comes
in. For about 5 years, I kept one question constantly in
mind (whenever the mind wasn't engaged in what was before
it), because I **REALLY** wanted to know the answer: what
IS this choosing, willing entity? One day while I was
reading a book by Ramesh Balsekar, standing on the Grand
Central subway platform, the answer came by way of the
world imploding and my phenomenal self expanding,
disappearing to merge with it. No separate independent
entity was seen anywhere. All "willings,"
"desirings," "thoughts," etc., were
seen deeply deeply as spontaneous arisings in
consciousness, happening around no fixed point or
location. Not only the entity "Greg," but also
*all* personal entities dissolved, became appearances in
consciousness.
Lightness, sweetness, brightness, and a certain fluidity
of the world followed immediately as sensory qualities of
everything, and became one with all experiences. There
were psychological aftereffects as well, like more
resiliency, more psychological peace and happiness. At
the time, it was really a non-event. Even now, it's not
something I ever noticed or thought about at the time,
unless I'm asked and then try to reconstruct it.
I do remember that people at work noticed, my friends and
parents noticed. I didn't have a real good intellectual
understanding of it at the time, and didn't seek one. I'd
never met anyone else to talk to about this.
This came at the "right" time too, because I
was just going through a break-up with a beautiful
transsexual lady who looked like Naomi Campbell, but who
was monogamously challenged. It was not difficult, where
years previously it would have been painful. We are now
very close friends. :-)
Then more attending. Another several-year constant
inquiry, but very light, almost with an aesthetic,
playful, artful, no-big-deal appeal. This time the
inquiry was on the dualism between the appearances and
the background consciousness that the appearances appear
to - it was that simple. By this time I knew lots of
other people, satsang teachers, etc.
I could sincerely say that "I am the background,
because the appearances appear to me," that was
clear. I never ever ever felt like I was a mind or a body
or a thought or a feeling of contraction in the chest or
forehead.
But I didn't understand it. Why should the appearances
that rise up out of consciousness seem like something
other than consciousness? This continued for 2 years,
constantly arising (but no longer taken as "my
thoughts, my inquiry") - it just happened. Then one
day, sitting at home reading a book by Krishna Menon
given to me by Francis Lucille, the whole thing imploded.
The telescope collapsed. There was a burning savikalpa
samadhi for 90 minutes. It went away. Then the
object/subject, appearance/background thing just
collapsed.
No
separation or gap or dichotomy was seen anywhere, then or
since. No union or wholeness has been seen either. No
questions, no answers. All is unbroken, continuous, was
never different. The light, love and sweetness from
before was no longer part of discrete appearances as it
seemed to be years before, but rather the source and
substance of objectless knowledge itself. Talk of
subjects or objects or appearances (or anything) became a
kind of enjoyable make-believe, helpful perhaps in
speaking with other people, but that was it.
What do I do? If I had to come up with a word, it would
be celebrate. It looks like this. Work, ride a bike, lift
weights, eat, I'm dating a new lady, I write e-mail, have
satsang with friends, visit Francis Lucille, a beloved
teacher, who gave me the Krishna Menon book (he counts
Krishna Menon and Jean Klein among his teachers, too). I
was invited to teach this same kind of stuff at the yoga
center of friends in New York City's Soho, who also love
Francis. I am trying to learn to dance-skate, but am
often lazy. I am trying to learn more compassion and
kindness. For this reason, and for the beauty and
simplicity, I practice Shin Buddhism. There is a temple
in New York.
December
13, 1999
Thomas
Merton on the U.S.
by Patrick Collins
Today I
share Merton's uncensored comments in his letters about
the United States culture, values and society. As you
will be aware, he grew increasingly disturbed by and out
of sync with the dominant culture in this country.
What does his ideas spark in you today? What is your view
of where our nation is and is headed in The New
Millennium? Do you agree with his criticisms and his
suggested solutions?
In particular, what do you think of his final remarks
about the need for contemplative life and monasteries?
UNITED STATES
Sr. M. Emmanual 10.24.59 HGL 182
...I am growing more and more disturbed by the events and
the psychology of the United States. The mentality of
this country, its blindness and I might add its willful
perversity grow more and more disturbing from day to day.
It is undoubtedly the effect of centuries of complacency
and undisturbed success in materialistic enterprise. But
this has become a blind and sick nation, without
realizing it. To my mind the situation is becoming
crucial.
Pope Paul VI 5.16.65 HGL 489
May I confess in simplicity that I sometimes wonder if
the leaders of the United States and framers of its
foreign policies are not perhaps afflicted with a certain
moral blindness, due to the conviction that they are
themselves perfectly sincere and disinterested, and to
the belief that they have a certain mission
to destroy communism.
Abdul Aziz Nov 7, 65 HGL 62
Writing about US not being good with love and justice but
more for blood, murder, lust and greed. I am afraid
that the big powerful countries are a very bad example to
the rest of the world in this respect.
Goss-Mayr 11.10.65 HGL 336
As usual I do not have too much information about what
goes on but I hear that the atmosphere in this country is
getting to be quite tense. One can see so clearly that
the real trouble here is the lack of spiritual roots.
This country would not be so unreasonable and so prone to
violence if it were more firmly based in a spiritual
tradition and had a few more solid principles to go by.
That is easy enough to say, but what one can do about it
is another matter. I think that actually the peace
-movement people are not helping much, except that they
are making a strong protest, which is all right. But what
we need is a peace movement that will help the country to
actually understand and want peace, and that is quite
another matter. Burning draft cards will not bring this
about, it only upsets a lot of poor confused people who
are not capable of seeing what it means: except to
interpret it as another threat in a time when they feel
themselves already gravely threatened by millions of
communists behind every tree.
Chakravarty, Amiya 1.21.67 HGL 114
...American life can at times take on the aspect of
an appalling wilderness. I am certainly not one of those
who, on supposedly Christian motives, preach
submission to this state of affairs. Who does matter,
however, is not just protest and discontent, but the love
which is beyond all that. May that love grow in us all.
It is the one thing necessary, Give them, then, my
love.
Abdul Aziz April 24, 68 HGL 67
The state of this country is not reassuring,
neither is the state of the world. Men without deep faith
live as it were with no center and no heart, and
consequently one can only expect violence, injustice,
confusion and chaos.
Sergius Bolshakoff 4.26.68 HGL 107
The situation in this country grows darker and more
tragic, so that I think even the most insensitive must
begin to realize that there is something radically wrong.
What is wrong is the indifference to God and to authentic
religious and moral values, even among thoser who call
themselves Christians - who are sometimes the worst in
regard to things like racism, injusstice, intolerance,
hatred. At no time was it more evident that prayer and
repentance were necessary here. Yet the Catholics are,
some of them, going off on a tangent of activism and
exterior worldliness - and basic indifference to deep
religious values - in the name of progress. Never
was a real renewal of the contemplative and monastic life
more necessary.
December
15
Introduction
to Harsha-Satsangh
by Dr.
Harsh K. Luthar
All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to HarshaSatsangha.
December
16
American
Beauty: And Greatness Arose
by Jordan S. Gruber
American Beauty gives us what few films ever have: a
completely believable portrayal of a series of
psycho-spiritual breakthroughs leading up to nothing
short of a moral illumination. It does this not through
overbearing concepts and special effects (e.g., the
failed What Dreams May Come), or through overwhelming
levels of mythic tragedy and courage (e.g., the
successful Schindlers List), but through an
exquisite balance of blowtorched emotions, exceptional
acting, and stunning visual artistry. The Sixth Sense may
have had the twistiest ending of any film this year, but
for students of Enlightenment, American Beauty'ssurprise
is a far more precious pearl.
Frankly, the film made this reviewer quite uncomfortable
at first. Its raw-edged portrayal of a scathing everyday
reality just beyond what most of us typically acknowledge
as possible threw me for a loop. But as I stayed with the
film, as I allowed it's penetrating portrayals of
schizoid mundanities to entrain my nervous system, I
began to trust that the filmmakers and actors knew
exactly what they were doing. I surrendered to the ride,
and was rewarded with a remembrance of things vast that
still has my beginners mind gaping at skyscapes and
whirlpools of fallen leaves.
A moral illumination: a character who opens up, who
receives, who truly learns, who knows, who goes beyond
himself in an unpredictable crescendo of intersecting
epiphanies. In many films such moments are not
believable. In this film, three things make it
inevitable.
First, the director seamlessly pulls together the many
unavoidable strands of dissonant energy so that they
cancel each other out. We are left in the pristine and
spiritually elevated eye of an emotionally horrific
suburban hurricane wherein love grows as both the
commonest and rarest of roses.
Second, it is the series of lesser illuminations (of
different types, and by different characters) leading to
the culmination that opens us up so that we are ready to
receive the cellular benediction. The movie is so good
for so long that when the finale occurs we are in the
proper state to absorb it.
Third is the acting, along with the direction and
production values.
Kevin Spacey will almost certainly be nominated for best
actor, and Annette Bening was probably at least as good.
The three teenage actors were all perfectly cast, and the
rest of the players all fit their roles exceptionally
well. The directing, by first-timer Sam Mendes, was
flawless, and the film was a visual feast, albeit
occasionally harsh, glaring, and quite disturbing.
Reflecting and resurrecting fallen actuality imbued with
spiritual possibility, American Beauty teaches us where
to look everywhere to see what is most
precious. Look within, go see American Beauty, and then
look within again, and you will see why this movie, by
any name, is one of the very best of this last decade of
the millennium. It arose to the occasion, and so should
you: go to the big screen and see this extraordinary film
as quickly as you can.
December
17:
The Verbiage
Garden and the World Dream
by Neo, Dan, and Gene
Neo:
There seems to be quite a bit of discord here between
different aspects of ourself. For our benefit I would
suggest that each party apologize to the other and ask
for their forgiveness. If that is not possible and you
feel you have to get the last word in, you do us all a
disservice. At the very least, just do not respond to the
next attack.
Dan: Now, neo, have you made yourself
one of the "parts" attempting to suggest how
the other "parts" would relate beneficially?
That may work, but how well and how long will that work?
If there are no parts in reality, then how is it that so
much verbiage is strewn about this garden, as if to raise
one part up higher, place another lower, to affirm the
existence of one part as special for knowing it doesn't
exist, or to affirm the special nonspecialness of a part
for knowing pure existence? I suggest that all of this
haphazardly strewn verbiage eventually decomposes and
becomes the fertilizer for organic verbiage that is
beneficial and cleanses the air.
Gene seems to have proposed a theory that might help make
sense of the verbiage garden that grows here.
Gene:
I am attempting to point out that for most humans, all
decisions are made on the priority of _keeping the
original _identity_. This original identity (not to be
confused with 'original nature', which itself precedes
identity) is our 'ticket of acceptance' to family and to
society. To lose identity is equated with psychosis; it
is probably the most stress-producing event a person can
experience.
Dan: So, some may be evading
personality/identity disintegration while being attracted
to the philosophy of personality/disintegration. Others
may be building a personality on ideas about
no-personality, an identity of specialness based on the
idea of having no identity. Still others may be
maintaining an "I am right" identity by taking
the position of ultimate truth, or being beyond relative
true or false. Yet all of these poses are simply the
human being attempting to avoid disintegration,
perpetuate existence, and achieve significance. Very
natural. The breaking apart of self and world can only
occur as a chick breaks out of the egg - when the shell
has weakened sufficiently, the newborn feels strong
enough, and there is readiness. So all of the thrashings
and strewn verbiage can be viewed as pangs of birth.
Gene: Yes. Held criteria validate the
'owner'. Remember that the 'owner' is a character in a
dream, and because the identity of the 'owner' is valid
only in the dream, the 'owner' is heavily invested in
maintaining the dream. Hitting upon others with
emotion-producing word-attacks is the attempt to include
others in one's 'family way' trance. Once this family is
properly identified, the 'father' and the 'scapegoat'
instantly materialize; the vertical rankings of family
hierarchy will appear, to the extent that each member
reacts in such a way as to stabilize or protect identity.
Dan: We do see attacks and counter
attacks that create emotional "pull" and a
family scenario with roles based on words. This does not
seem far-fetched here.
Gene:
Your statement of 'hypnotic trance' is accurate;
world-dream identity (which is the only kind of identity)
depends NOT ONLY upon individual trance, but also, on the
cooperation of all other dreamers to _remain in trance_.
It is only the collective trance which can be called the
'world-dream'. The world-dream is a transpersonal trance,
and the 'vast tacit conspiracy' to maintain this
collective dream, is what we call 'society'.
Historically, we see vivid examples of what happens to
anyone who attempts to awaken masses of people, let alone
individuals. That is why I favor the idea of 'awakening
to the dream' rather than 'awakening FROM the dream'. As
is cogently pointed out in several spiritual traditions,
there is no-one to awaken 'from the dream'.
Dan: The idea that one must awaken is
part of the trance. The intent to stay asleep is part of
the trance. Only awakeness is non-trance. Many verbal
formats are ways to keep the trance going, to reinduct
those whose trance slips. Some verbal formats move toward
awakeness and back toward trance in the same paragraph.
No verbal format can serve fully as catalyst to
awakeness, as processing verbal statements requires a
degree of trance, even to "get" the meaning.
However, words are great catalysts because they are so
integral to the trance. Of course, many other non-word
events can be great catalysts, too. Timing and readiness
are more important than the particular catalyst.
Gene:
Aware of the factors of identity-trance, both
individual and collective, our movements become guided
less and less by _criteria_ and become more and more a
matter of conscious choice. Eventually, we become aware
that the pain of the sufferers within the trance of the
world-dream, is an emanation of the original agreements
which resulted in _accepetance_ into family and society.
Acceptance of an _arbitraily assigned position of
inferiority_ is a bad agreement to make. Acceptance of
the 'scapegoat' position is even more painful.
Dan: And the orginal trance factor -
acceptance of the idea of "positioning", that
there is a body and space-time within which a self can be
positioned. That trance factor is the basis for the
development of the rest of the trance reality.
Gene:
Certain cultures maintain 'rites of passage', in which
the painful submissiveness of the child is exchanged for
equality in the world of aware adults. Our western
cultures seem to lack this event of disposing of interim
identity, thus dooming members of our cultures to
perpetual warfare in the fight for dominance. Remember,
it is one who assumes the reality of identity, who seeks
to change that identity. We can fight among ourselves for
the identity of supremacy, OR we can give up the need for
identity.
Dan: Yes, that very struggle is evident
here as in the rest of the human community.
neo:
To me attack is not justified in any form.
Perhaps we can agree to disagree on this one.
Dan: Attack, counterattack, fantasies of
revenge, fantasies of superiority, the wish for
invulnerability, the desire for an unassailable being.
These arise together. It's not so much a matter of
justification, although rationalizations abound (of dual
and nondual persuasions). It's more a matter of
awareness. If awareness is attached to a position, how
can it *not* function defensively, in one way or another?
December
18, 1999
The Matrix:
Two Kinds of Pills
by Phil
Burton and Greg Goode
PHIL: the movie Matrix was an 'extreme disappointment'. The dialogue, although loosely littered with nondual reference was lame and melodramatic... the special effects were fantastic... but all in all, I give it 5 yawns out of 5.
GREG:
The Matrix film has a great irony. Some of its
spiritual references are about levels of reality, levels
of experience. About 3 levels, as I remember. Oddly
enough, however, the higher up you go in the Matrix
universe, the grungier it gets. The lowest, most deluded
level is the most pleasant, like a 50's TV show world.
And the higher is ugly, with rusted megalithic structures
housing pods of oozing protoplasm. It was the
unpleasantness of the higher levels that spurred the
computer folks on to create the lower, more pleasant
game-realities. So for game-characters
working their way upwards through levels in Matrix-world,
it was hard work like sadhana often is. But the result
was an ugly and sad wisdom, not freedom, bliss or
enlightenment.
It revolves around the question: Would you prefer the red
pill or the blue pill (I might have got them switched)?
Red pill: Know the truth, but the truth is painful and
ugly Blue pill: Be blissful and ignorant.
There's more to read about nonduality and The Matrix.
Suffering
is such a big issue because it belongs to the human
collective unconscious. The major part of suffering is
man-made; it is due to ignorance. Starting with just
basic instincts, with which some identification is
natural, out of ignorance the process of identification
is allowed to continue where it should have been halted
and reversed. This continuation of identification in its
turn leads to material judgment where all creatures only
have an economical value, with dire consequences for the
poor, whose well-being has a lower priority than sending
radio controlled toys to Mars.
Becoming more and more sensitive is natural; when
self-interest is dwindling, one becomes aware of others
and suffering. This again is due to identification;
because hardly anyone escaped from suffering, one
identifies with the suffering person and it is as if one
actually feels the pain; those, identifying with Jesus to
such an extent that wounds at the hands appear, are
called Christian saints :) Identifying this way is only
possible when there is a sense of "otherness"
and the sense of "otherness" depends on the
sense of "self". In moksha/nirvana, that
potential to identify has been destroyed so there is
neither a self nor are there others, but the
"products" of this identification, various
kinds of feelings, will remain for quite a while and
occasionally they can cloud the perennial bliss somewhat.
In the course of events, these "products" only
remain in memory, one doesn't feel anger, insult etc.
anymore but when for instance confronted "live"
with suffering, one will act spontaneously in a way to
bring relief. So don't despair; there is light at the end
of the tunnel, be it that collective human ignorance is
needlessly lengthening it.
Tim G.:My perception is that the rich
suffer as much as the poor, but suffer in different ways
(often more "mentally," whereas the suffering
of the poor is concentrated on more physical levels).
Jan B.: Not familiar with statistics?
The majority in Western countries is satisfied with life,
over 70% claims to be happy. How would this be in Africa,
where there is hardly a family without aids victims? Do
you really think Africans don't know they are just left
to die because they can't afford Western type medicines,
artificially being kept expensive? They know damn well
that manufacturing these medicines and selling them
cheaply under internationally agreed emergency law would
evoke a strangling economical boycott by the US. No need
to believe, a visit to Africa is all to become convinced.
Tim G.:Suffering is universal, and has
little to do with material wealth. It has more to do with
*spiritual poverty*, and in that respect the rich may be
suffering with greater ¤intensity than the poor. And if
you think that mental anguish cannot be as ¤severe as
physical anguish, think again. It can be a hundred times
worse.
Take it from one who knows and has experienced.
Jan B.:Ever heard of the term
"provoking destiny"? *Suffering can ALWAYS get
worse*.
Old Hag: You know, Mother Teresa has
said often that India's poor are physically starved, but
Westerners, especially Americans, are love-starved, and
that is a much greater poverty and suffering.
Not only don't most Westerners know to be love-starved,
they would even deny it.
Tim G.:Thus the statistics you
mentioned. And Westerners are not only love-starved, they
are starved in every way *except* materially (and where
there *is* material starvation in the West, there is
utter despair, gang violence, rampant drug addiction,
etc).
I don't deny the physical suffering going on in countries
like Africa. Like you said, Western countries are
contributing to it. It's *all* due to spiritual poverty.
Let's not place blame on anybody. The world is making its
own karma, it's all interwoven together in myriad ways.
To point out statistics, and mention Africans dying of
AIDS is oversimplifying the issue.
I'd just like to end my part of this discussion with a
couple quotes from Swami Vivekananda:
"Social life in the West is like a peal of laughter;
but underneath, it is all a wail. It ends in a sob. The
fun and frivolity are all on the surface: really it is
full of tragic intensity. Now here (in India), it is sad
and gloomy on the outside, but underneath are
carelessness and merriment."
"What the world wants today is twenty men and women
who can dare to stand in the street yonder, and say that
they possess nothing but God. Who will go? Why should one
fear? If this is true, what else could matter? If it is
not true, what do our lives matter?"
Bruce Morgen: With only the greatest
respect and affection, dear one, Mother Teresa was not a
credible authority on such matters as seen from here.
There is a *huge* amount of suffering on the
subcontinent, thousands (if not millions) of children
suffer and die needlessly there due to lack of
rudimentary sanitation and/or nutrition. This is not to
deny the general spiritual malaise of "The
West," but to fall for the image of India as pure
holy ground where physical suffering is routinely
transcended via profound spiritual insight is naive in
the extreme.
The typical poor Indian is no more
"transcendant" of her/his suffering, physical
or otherwise, than the typical poor North American or
European -- and the upper strata of Indian society are as
hubris- ridden and smug as their counterparts elsewhere
in the world. India is a country where, for all its
wonder and beauty, a middle-class (wo)man would sooner
tithe to a local swami's ashram than help a poor neighbor
after a bicycle accident. Indian cities are, in some
respects, kind of like New York with a monsoon season,
smaller cars, and much more public defecation.
For a useful antidote to the idealized public image of
the late Mother Teresa, interested readers might want to
read left-wing muckraker Christopher Hitchens' book on
the subject:
"The Missionary Position: The Ideology of Mother
Teresa."
December
20, 1999
This
Wednesday: The Stillpoint
by
Christiana P. Duranczyk
As many of
you know, this week is an unusually good time to abide,
to meditate, to clear out the dross, to surrender with
reverence... to rest in I AM.
This Wednesday is the Solstice. The Stillpoint. The time
when the rhythm of the season is in breath pause before
it's slow arc back to renewed life in the Spring. The
pulses of Life are quelled and we, if we attend with
inner organs of perception, are poised to receive.
This particular year bears a phenomena worth noting. The
Solstice distance is counterbalanced by the Lunar
proximity. Some say the deeper radiance of Mother
Light... of the feminine. I have attached information
about the lunar dynamic below.
I submit, with humility, that we consider what it might
be like to enter the Nonduality or Chat with pure
awareness of the Background, poised to receive what might
want to emerge within our collective body.
submitted with Love, Christiana
FULL MOON DECEMBER 22, 1999 -- This year, a full moon
will occur on the winter solstice, Dec. 22, commonly
called the first day of winter. The last time a full moon
on the winter solstice occurred in conjunction with a
lunar perigee (point in the moon's orbit that is closest
to Earth) was 1866.
Our ancestors 133 years ago saw this. Our descendants 100
or so years from now will see this again. The moon will
appear about 14% larger than it does at apogee (the point
in its elliptical orbit that is farthest from the Earth)
since the Earth is also several million miles closer to
the sun at this time of the year than in the summer,
sunlight striking the moon is about 7% stronger making it
brighter yet. Also, this will be the closest perigee of
the Moon of the year since the moon's orbit is constantly
deforming. If the weather is clear and there is a snow
cover where you live, it is believed that even car
headlights will be superfluous.
December
21, 1999
Criteria and
Original Nature
by Gene
Poole
'Criteria',
as I use the word, refers to the accumulated body of
impressions which make up the set of filters through
which we see the 'world', then yes, but it is more than
that.
Humans are characterized by _motion_ (momentum) for as
long as they live. Given this, 'criteria' are the data by
which this movement is directed. Motion is a given, but
_direction can be a matter of _choice_. Criteria, held
consciously OR unconsciously, steer the moving person
into a direction.
We fool ourselves if we assume that we are choosing our
own direction. Why do I say this? Because, the choices we
make as 'adults' are actually based upon the criteria of
the very first _agreements_ which we enter into, as very
young children. I am saying that as we 'now choose',
there is a basis for any choice made, and this basis
_could be_ criteria which emanate from early-life
_agreements_. Perhaps the reader is wondering how a tiny
young child could be said to make agreements; what I
refer to here, is the set of responses which are learned,
in order to correctly correspond to the ways of the
family. It is only by learning these 'correct' responses,
that one is issued the 'ticket of acceptance' by the
family. Later, the 'family' becomes larger, until it
includes all other people. I am saying that we, as
humans, proceed through life, holding out (for all to
see) the original 'ticket of acceptance' which was first
issued when we compromised to the extent that we were
accepted as _valid _by the criteria of the family_. I am
saying that it is by these means, that identity is
conveyed and accepted by the child.
Given the motion of the Living Being, direction is
'chosen' on the basis of either _desire_ or _aversion_.
That is to say, that in any instant, the direction of the
human is (usually) determined by _reaction_. Human senses
allow perception of inner and outer events; movement
toward (desire) or away from (aversion) will ususally
occur, given that motion is going to keep happening. My
point in this letter is to show that our 'conscious
choices' are usually based upon deeply buried, unexamined
_criteria_ which determine automatically, which way we
will move, in a given situation.
I am pointing out that we choose direction toward or
away, on the basis of what is a cascading event of
criteria-comparison, which is a very rapid and usually
unconscious (insensible) occurance. Our 'final choices'
are thus products of a long series of events of
criteria-comparison, all based upon the original
agreements made within the family 'way'. In this way, all
choices are bound to meet the original criteria which
formed the basis of that original agreement. Of course,
this happens in such a rapid manner, that we usually
assume that what we are choosing 'spontaneously' is an
actual conscious choice, when in actuallity, such choices
_usually_ confirm the original agreements and the
criteria which are their basis. All of this happens
'behind the scenes' in the automatic 'difference-engine'
which is the human mind (the 'unconsious', ALA
Jung/Freud).
I am attempting to point out that for most humans, all
decisions are made on the priority of _keeping the
original _identity_. This original identity (not to be
confused with 'original nature', which itself preceeds
identity) is our 'ticket of acceptance' to family and to
society. To lose identity is equated with psychosis; it
is probably the most stress-producing event a person can
experience.
'Nonduality' advocates the voluntary releasing of all
identity, and the 'return' to original nature.
December
25, 1999
Rumi
Submitted by Karan Gardner to Allspirit list)
Keep
silent, bathe in this wonder.
Renounce the secrets; this is the Secret.
--Rumi
December
29, 1999
Waking Up
Together
by Paul Williams
an excerpt contributed by Cyndy Roy
I pulled
out one of my favorite books from Paul Williams;
"Waking up Together". It's written in diary
style. I happened to open to this entry and found it
fitting...
(contributed by Cyndy Roy)
*** August 1 ***
When I was younger I wanted to wake people up. That was
fun for a while. Now my purpose is a little different. I
want to provide companionship, reassurance, support,
stimulation to those who are already awakening.
"The great man fosters and takes care of superior
men, in order to take care of all men through them."
the "I Ching" tells us, in the hexagram called
"Providing Nourishment." On an early Rolling
Stones record, Mick Jagger paraphrases Solomon Burke:
"Everybody here listen to my song tonight; gonna
save the world."
When I was younger I wanted to save the whole world. I
still do, although it's been a while since I dared to
admit that. Basically I believe it's up to each one of us
to choose whether we want the world to be saved or not.
What is your vision? I'm not saying that you
"should" want to save it. All I want is an
honest answer.
"Everybody Needs Somebody to Love." That's the
song Mick Jagger
was singing. Now we're waking up and we don't want to be
here alone. But at the same time we can't afford to be
with someone else if they're not
going to give us the space we need to go through what
we're going through.
My vision is that by nourishing those who nourish others,
I can touch and have an impact on the whole world. You
can do the same thing. That's why I'm writing to you.
*** August 2 ***
I'm not writing to you because you have the 'potential'
to touch the world. I'm writing to you because you're
already doing it, you're already sharing yourself, and I
want to encourage you at your work.
*** August 3 ***
The challenge is to be completely in the moment when you
touch another person. It doesn't require (and can't be
achieved through) any kind of effort. All you have to do
is not be holding on to anything.
*** August 4 ***
Of course, if you don't hold on you might fall.
*** August 5 ***
And fall, and fall, and fall. It seems like this pit has
no bottom. And the more you try to get control and stop
falling, the more anxious you become. Might as well relax
and enjoy it.
December
30, 1999
New Years
Eve
by Greg Goode
I'll be
going to the Zen Studies Society (Rinzai Zen) on 67th
Street in New York City for the annual New Year's chant.
It is really an amazing thing.
After a 30-minute sitting and an hour Dharma talk, we
will be chanting the "Life Prolonging Kannon
Sutra" for about an hour, until 5 minutes before
midnight.
They admit 108 people into the zendo. Lots and lots of
incense is burned.
The chant (given below), 10 lines long, is done 108
times, with increasing vigor. Each time the first
syllable of the chant comes around, the next person steps
up to the 3-ft-high bell in the zendo hall and strikes it
with a suede-covered laquer striker about the size of a
baseball bat, then hands the striker off to the next
person. By the last 25 rounds of the chant, people are
almost yelling and screaming.
This continues until 11:55, then we sit in silence.
There's an intense contrast between the ringing and
chanting in your ears, latent vibes in the zendo, and the
silence of the sitting. At a few minutes after midnight,
the announcer stands up and quietly says, "Happy New
Year. There is food upstairs. Please eat." After the
zendo I might go downtown to a dance club, not really
sure.
Here is the chant in Japanese, along with translation and
notes, etc.
**ENMEI JUKKU KANNON GYO**
(Ten Phrase Life Prolonging Kannon Sutra)
KAN ZE ON NA MU BUTSU YO BUTSU U IN YO BUTSU U EN BU PO
SO EN JO RAKU GA JO CHO NEN KAN ZE ON BO NEN KAN ZE ON
NEN NEN JU SHIN KI NEN NEN FU RI SHIN
========
TRANSLATION (based on translations from Eido Shimano
Roshi and Robert Aitken Roshi)
Kanzeon!
Salutation and devotion to Buddha!
We are one with Buddha In cause and effect related to all
Buddhas, and to Buddha, Dharma and Sangha.
Our True Nature is Eternal, Joyous, Selfless and Pure.
Mornings my thought is Kanzeon.
Evenings my thought is Kanzeon.
Thought after thought arises in mind.
Thought after thought is not separate from mind.
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NOTE: Kanzeon (Kannon) is the Japanese name for
Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, the Lord of Beholding, one of
the two bodhisattvas attending Amida Buddha (the Buddha
of infinite Light and Infinite Life); Kanzeon represents
Amida's Great Compassion. One source of this is the
Contemplation Sutra or "Sutra on the Contemplation
of Buddha Amitayus," in which Buddha Amitayus stands
in the midst of the sky with Bodhisattvas Manjushri
(wisdom) and Avalokitesvara (compassion), attending on
his right and left respectively.
January
1, 2000
World
Festival
by Christiana P. Duranczyk
Tonight
while watching the spectacular PBS planetary celebrations
(which lasted for 25 hrs!) and integrating the enormity
of this world celebration, which we've just witnessed (or
participated in), I find myself thinking of my dad who,
midway through this century participated in a World War..
spent time in a German prison hospital and then was an
unwilling participant in the Cuban revolution where he
lost his business. I had not given this calendar event a
great deal of attention. I had no idea of the enormity of
pageantry being prepared. Tonight I marvel, that through
the various mediums available to me, I have spent the
'New Year' moment on the phone with a couple of friends
living in different parts of the planet; chatted online
with several others; taken a journey around the world
through the expertise of television production and
cinematography crews; witnessed cultural rituals in
ancient, contemporary and futuristic display; seen beauty
in the eyes and smiles of races of faces and expanded my
heart in ways I had not thought possible.
Living as we do, in a time when it is more the norm to be
cynical and dubious about what our future as a planet and
as a people might hold, today's World Festival has
released a healing force which might *yet* have the power
to eradicate the wounds and set right the course for this
collective relation-ship.
We are now conscious of the time difference from where we
live to Auckland and Samoa. We have witnessed in one 24
hr period a succession of gracefilled celebratory
ritualistic NOW moments. I have never felt the Presence
of the Living One so powerfully expressed.
May the First World Party be repeated endlessly.
January
2, 2000
The Original
Gift
by Gene Poole
How does
one who succeeds in giving up striving, strive to help
others give up striving?
As one who has succeeded in giving up, I am puzzled by
this and other seemingly pertinent questions, on this,
the dawn of the 21st century.
Certainly, I fully expect that all such questions will be
answered eventually, as all previous questions have been
solved automatically by abiding.
However, this assumption does not ease the distance
between abiding and striving. The polarities involved,
embody the difficulty of abiding; that such a practice is
not detachment, nor ignoring, but the willingness to be
experiencing what is going on, to be tested, to maintain
a practiced tolerance, in the face of a changing array of
apparent circumstances.
It is the constancy of this practice, which allows the
arising and the continuance of the context of self. It is
the ever-present context of self, which is the reminder
of the futility of trying to fix what is already
ongoingly perfect.
On the other hand, it is the contrast between 'what is'
versus 'what should be' which is the driver of the
momentum to make better. It is the assumption that it is
within my grasp to make change occur, which is the
permission to attempt to act on the apparent evidence of
deficiency.
The question arises in the face of changing circumstances
or conditions; does this 'new' circumstance require a
movement on my part? If I am to move, where am I moving
from, and to where would I move? If I have the context of
self, I am aware that everything that is happening is
happening in this 'field' of self; I am thus aware that
all movements are actually my own movements; and thus I
am aware that I have the privileged position of not
needing to move, for I am already moving.
As the observer of all of this movement, I recognize how
beautiful is this display; it is all done for me; I may
play or sit, as it suits me. I observe the dance, and I
eventually am infused with the beat. I see that it is the
beat of my own heart; this is the gift of abiding. My
heart is the whole universe, expanding. Awareness allows
this perception; this is the beauty of display. And all
of this is mine to have, to relish, to let go of. I am
independent.
It is lonely to be free, but freedom is also the ability
to connect and share when I choose to do so. The menu of
opportunity is unending; it is a gourmet's smorgasboard
of delights. I choose to have choice. Choice is beyond
choices; choice allows choosing 'none', and still having
self as the continuing context of Being.
As I expand, I encompass more and more of what is; this
is a movement which is toward omniscience, or so it
seems. By avoiding the assumtion that I must conclude, I
never stop expanding. The constant challenge is the
appearance of ever-more-delightful circumstances; will I
decide to 'get off the train' at this point, which seems
so satisfying? Or will I abide, enjoying display, knowing
display deeper and deeper, realizing that it is myself
which is revealing itself, in this multifarius dance of
attraction and aversion?
Is there ever a conclusion? Is there ever a stopping? Is
there ever a point at which all of this stops, to be
replaced by an imagined or visualized ideal, now held as
a goal? Is not the goal, the ideal, thevery motive which
offsets the oft-denied impulse to abide? Is abiding held
out as the last resort, to be implemented only after all
strategies have been found to be fruitless?
To abide... is to be filled with the 'energy' of what
passes through, once one stops running apace with
circumstance. It is similar in this regard, to the
electrical phenomenon known as 'induction'. In this
effect, a magnetic field _moves_ across a material which
is capable of conducting electrons; in this manner is
'electricity' generated; electrons are excited to
movement by the movement of the magnetic field. The key
to understanding this analogy is to realize that it is
the very difference between the movements of the field
and the conductor which is responsible for the generation
of power. I am pointing out a relationship of relative
velocity.
To abide is not to 'be still', for life itself is
movement which cannot be denied. To abide is to leave
behind the assumption that running apace with changing
conditions will result in anything but being jerked back
and forth between aversion and desire. It is the
resumption of natural momentum, which is the
establishment of proper relative velocity between self
and Self; in this relationship, Self inducts self; self
is equalized by Self to Self. In this relationship of
movement, Self is greater power, which in relationship
with self-in-abiding, inducts into self, that greater
power. It is the resumption of natural momentum of basic
life, which enables this induction of power.
Now comes the understanding. In the beginning, we are
unconditioned, having only the basic human/mammalian
organism-specific response-patterns in place as
_criteria_ for reaction to changing conditions. As we
age, we garner many social criteria, all of which
generate reaction.
Now, as we understand the practical benefit of abiding,
we are able to resume adherance to the basic organismic
values of existence, in spite of the pushes and pulls of
socially-conditioned desire and aversion. It is this
abiding in the basic organismic values of existence,
which is the original condition of Being in existence. In
this voluntary abiding in and as the original condition,
we are able to accept, at long last, the original gift of
natural momentum, which is life itself.
To be at rest while moving, is the gift of abiding. To
allow the movement of self to be the movement of Self, is
to make peace with the apparent disparity displayed
between Self as 'outside' conditions, and self as the
experience of those conditions 'inside'. To know the fact
that these apparently differing conditons are different
only to the degree that we are ignorant of self, is to
allow oneself to be liberated from that disparity; to
allow oneself to be liberated from that veil of
apparency, is to allow what has been obscured, to be
seen. And what is seen, is self.
I wish for you, the very best.
Millenia may pass, self remains...
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Aham,
Some of you
had wanted to see my home puja (worship) shrine. The
first pic is of the whole puja. If you scan down to the
second picture, you will see that the left side of the
puja has two tiers. The first tier has a picture of Shri
Gurudev. The white container contains kum-kum from Shanti
Mandir. This kum-kum was used during the 9 day festival
of the Devi, the Goddess, called Navratri. The stones you
see are pure crystals. They have been extracted from a
sacred piece of ground, and the only human hands to
handle them to any extent have been mine. They resonate
with the Pure Knowledge of Self, and my personal
resonance as well. They are special and sacred.
On the tier below that contains the representations of
Lord Shiva. The small stone in the front is the Shiva
linga. This linga is very special as well. Given to me by
my father, he said a holy man gave it to him twenty years
ago, and that it was not for him, but he would know who
it was for when the time came. When he handed me the
stone, he said he was the keeper, but I was the one who
owned it. It is a natural linga, the most powerful, with
the three lines of Shiva's three primary acts naturally
ingraved on it. It has a series of unbroken circles which
represnent eternity. It is one of a kind.
The linga represents the formles absolute, Paramashiva.
Behind it lies the Shiva Nataraj or Dancing Shiva. This
represents the world as the dance of the Lord.
The picture of the Devi represents the power of Lord
Shiva, His Divine Shakti that manifests the world
process.
Above that is Lord Ganesh, the power of the Lord to
remove obstacles. He is the Lord of categories, residing
in the Muladhara, he is the essence through which all
subsequent attainment in sadhana is possible.
Beside Ganesh is the Divine symbol Om. It represents the
Nada or Shabda, the dynamic essence of the world process.
The third picture contains the heart of the puja. It
contains the pictures of Shri Nityananda, Shri
Muktananda, and Guruji. Below that is another pic of the
Bhagavan, and to either side is a pic of the Bhagavan and
Baba Muktananda.
On the left is a brass bucket which holds the hand rolled
incense from India. This stuff is exquisite. Beside the
bucket is a piece of a coconut from a Yagna fire ceremony
conducted by the Brahmin priest at the ashram. After the
incence is burned during arati, it is placed in the piece
of coconut until it is offered up the next day with a
coffee and fruit offering, and is then received as
prasad. It is now holy or sacred ash.
The green container beside that holds more of the kum-kum
from the Navratri celebration. The container was made by
my little girl at school. The brass container beside that
holds ash that has been consecrated and received as
prasad. It is sacred ash.
The bowl is the arati platter which is waved before the
puja during arati.
To the right of the platter is my incence burner. The
small crystal container beside that contains holy water
that has been consecrated. The brass bell is the bell
used during arati. The small shot glass is used to hold
the coffee that is offered up to the Bhagavan.
The shell and coral were gifts given to me by a close
yogi friend Martin. They are from the island of Hawaii.
In front of all of that is my yogi shawl, which I got
from Shanti Mandir. It was present for many arati
ceremonies in front of the Bhagavan murti at the ashram,
as well as many ceremonies in front of the Muktananda
puja. It was also used for a yagna fire ceremony. Guruji
personally held and blessed the shawl, as well as the
Shiva Nataraj.
To the far left of all of this is my white asana used for
sitting during my devotionals. You can also see a few
texts and some devotional tapes.
I hope you have enjoyed sharing with my my very special
and personal home puja shrine.
Gurubhakti
M
http://www.egroups.com/files/NondualitySalon/Puja/
January
4, 2000
Non-Duality
by Thich Nhat Hanh
Contributed by Gill Eardley
The bell
tolls at four in the morning.
I stand by the window,
barefoot on the cool floor.
The garden is still dark.
I wait for the mountains and rivers to reclaim their
shapes.
There is no light in the deepest hours of the night.
Yet, I know you are there
in the depth of the night,
the immeasurable world of the mind.
You, the known, have been there
ever since the knower has been.
The dawn will come soon,
and you will see
that you and the rosy horizon
are within my two eyes.
It is for me that the horizon is rosy
and the sky blue.
Looking at your image in the clear stream,
you answer the question by your very presence.
Life is humming the song of the non-dual marvel.
I suddenly find myself smiling
in the presence of this immaculate night.
I know because I am here that you are there,
and your being has returned to show itself
in the wonder of tonight's smile.
In the quiet stream,
I swim gently.
The murmur of the water lulls my heart.
A wave serves as a pillow
I look up and see
a white cloud against the blue sky,
the sound of Autumn leaves,
the fragrance of hay-
each one a sign of eternity.
A bright star helps me find my way back to myself.
I know because you are there that I am here.
The stretching arm of cognition
in a lightning flash,
joining together a million eons of distance,
joining together birth and death,
joining together the known and the knower.
In the depth of the night,
as in the immeasurable realm of consciousness,
the garden of life and I
remain each other's objects.
The flower of being is singing the song of emptiness.
The night is still immaculate,
but sounds and images from you
have returned and fill the pure night.
I feel their presence.
By the window, with my bare feet on the cool floor,
I know I am here
for you to be.
This poem is about an insight related to
vijnanavada. It is a difficult poem, fit to
be explained in a course on vijnanavada.
You are there for me, and I am here for
you. That is the teaching of interbeing.
The term interbeing was not yet used
at that time. Although we think of the
Avatamsaka when we hear the term
interbeing, the teaching of interbeing
also has its roots in vijttanavada,
because in vijnanavada, cognition
always includes subject and object
together. Consciousness is always
consciousness of something.
From 'Call Me by My True Names'
The collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh