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to Sharlene | One
Hand | The
Vast Play | M/eat
Your Karma | Response
to Jerry
Hypo(em)thetical Metanalysis |
Eating God
> Date: Fri, 07 Aug 1998 06:32:19 -0700
> From: Sharlene <slindstr@rapidnet.net>
> Subject: Re: Front and back
>
> Good morning Gene Poole......
Good morning, Sharlene...
> I don't mean to insult you here,,,,,,,but I have to take
> that chance,,,,, I chuckle everytime I read your name,
> wondering if it is real , fantasy, or an advertisement,
All of the above, and I am not insulted...
> You said: (with a snip )
> >The whole and its parts: I AM and ego
> >Envision a cone-shaped object; the wide end, like a
> >floodlight,
> >illuminates all that is. The wide end of the cone is "I
> >Am", the tiny sharp pointed end is 'ego'.
> >I Am and ego are one and the same, one is the front, one
> >is the back; it
> >is wholeness. Which is the front? The one in use at the
> >time. Which is the back? The
> >other one.
>
> Sharlene: I read your post with interest,,,,,,,, I didn't
> quite know what to make of it,,, so I rolled it up, tried
> to fill the IAM with water, but it ran out the EGO, then I
> proceeded to roll it up and put it on my head as I wanted
> to be sure I wouldn't sit on my ego. ,
You describe it _perfectly_, Sharlene. It is _All_, the ultimate multi-purpose 'device' (as long as we assume its 'noun' nature, that is).
I think that we all wear the pointed cap, the difference being in either allowing (abiding) the experience of 'not-knowing' (gentle observation) or heroically persisting in the ongoing dissection process. Eventually, each 'process' will 'know' the other, as itself, expressed as difference in function within the whole.
> All kidding aside, You totally have me confused. Where is
> the duality in IAM.?
'Ego' is the 'duality in I Am'.
> How can the ego, tear apart or disect
> the IAM ?
It is done constantly (like the example of the blind men and the elephant).
> When there is nothing to disect ?
!Absolutely! That is my point! Yet, as you have asked/shown/demonstrated,
the dissection is an ongoing question, always, _within_ I Am.
> The IAM is
> nothing......but everything,,,,,all truths are contained
> therein,,,,and how does one disect truth?
"All thruths contained therein..." Indeed, Sharlene! We 'know' that, don't we? Yet, we persist in asking, telling, searching, remembering, forgetting, in spite of that 'knowing' that I Am is All and everything...including the wonderful world of dualism and its faithful interpreter, 'ego'. This is Disneyland. Who made it? And who wanders in it, mouth agape, pointed cap on head? (not to mention the drool...)
> Please clarify your scenerio for me, I am having a DUH moment as she sits in the corner with Gene's cone on her head.
> Thanks
> Sharlene,,,,,,,
Shar, I could not have asked for a more 'perfect' reply to my post, which was posted with no expectation that _anyone_ would 'get it' or even reply at all.
My vacation...five days backpacking in the rugged, beautiful and gentle wilderness coast of the Olympic Penninsula...in the company of Princess Dharma, my best teacher.
Divisions became absent, I experienced unity, I heard the eternal dialog. It has been a very humbling and liberating experience. My posting 'recapitulates' (note the 'cap') my experience, which I wish to share, but sand does not email well. So instead I post words, of I Am, knowing that mouselike, every 'ego' will eat the label, and then forget the contents of the can...
Thank you, Sharlene. Please let me know if you need more 'clarification', or even a rousing round of ping-pong...
=="Duh" Gene Poole==
One Hand
Searching for silence
With my noisy mind
Instead of that silence
Noise was all I could find
Searching for meaning
Truth shining in the void
All I heard was silence
I was becoming annoyed
Silence and noise
Noise and silence
Is it my ego
Doing me violence?
Nay, my ego is mine
And mine alone
Be it an angel
Or bad to the bone
To do myself violence
Why would I do it?
This realization
Has let me get through it
To listen to noise
As though it is talk
That was my first step
Now I can walk
Hearing the chatter
That creates all of this
I listened again
In the silence is bliss
The bliss is not good enough
For those who do chatter
I lovingly tolerate
Them and their matter
The bliss that I have
Has always been mine
I can talk about it
Yet the silence is fine
To improve on the silence
Is the highest of arts
To describe the whole thing
And all of its parts
In the voice of the chatter
Self-revealed as bliss
Is intention of ego
I give it a kiss
My former enemy
Now revealed as friend
Forgiving myself
I am on the mend
No boogymen lurking
On the screen of projection
It is all me
There is no rejection
This marvelous movie
I am my own star
Hero and villian
I have come far
So the noise I do hear
It is my own voice
In silence I hear it
It's a matter of choice
The silence is wholeness
The voices its parts
Voices in silence
Voices of hearts
No heart is voiceless
The voice is its will
The will of the heart
The silence does fill
So full of voices
The silence it sings
It speaks of its emptiness
And of 10,000 things
Mother is silence
Her beauty outshines
She gives birth to father
By his cries he is defined
The mother she nurtures
In spite of his cries
His noisy ambitions
Are fine in her eyes
As he grows into silence
Between words he does pause
To honor her nature
The peace of her cause
So seeking her beauty
In silence he dwells
Listening for her voice
Falling under her spells
Thus mother and father
Silence and voices
Continue our existence
Just what are our choices?
Can we be born
Of one or the other
Or do we need
Both father and mother?
To reject the voices
To judge harshly the noise
Would mean the end
Of girls and boys
Their crying is nature
Their silence their poise
Both are well-needed
Do not hate the noise
For voices are speaking
You may not understand
Lest you listen in silence
For the sound of one hand
The sound you are hearing
The sound of your voice
As this you are reading
You exercise choice
Universal voices
Speaking in the quiet
Both silence and voices
Are spiritual diet
Rejection of one
For the wholeness of other
Leaves us with half
Only father or mother
As lingham in yoni
Is voice in the quiet
The natural result
Can seem quite a riot
As food in a bowl
Is matter in space
As eye nose eye
As clear as your face
The existence of other
A problem does pose
By talking about it
Relationship grows
To elevate one
Is to lower the other
Let them both be
They are father and mother
Learn from their doings
Learn from their voices
They make all of this
They embody our choices
All is not said
All is not done
We are here to live life
It can be fun
Or it can be lostness
Wandering the silence
Ignoring the noise
Decrying the violence
Saying what should be
Without knowing what is
Is the curse of idealism
Let go and live
This is one of my favorite exercises; for many years, I have played with this theme, that "life is just a vast play or movie....", possibly stimulated by reading vast quantities of 'Science Fiction', especially the works of Phillip K Dick (UBIK, VALIS, The Divine Invasion).
I have 'seen', in visionary states, many 'versions' of the 'vast play' which is this life of mine. Here is my current favorite:
(Disclaimer! Readers may experience vertigo, dissociation, fear, terror, confusion, hilarity, and/or spontaneous "enlightenment". The author is fully irresponsible for any and all effects produced by reading/comprehending the following material. Irreversible implosions of the brain-pan, parapsychic spasms, and other interesting effects may occur.)
[analogic login]
==Gene Poole== May I?
<SYSTEM> root access granted
==GP== Please resolve identity
<SYSTEM> All/many>One>many/ALL
==GP== Please explain DISPLAY
<SYSTEM> DISPLAY: multisensorial immersion-field, granted to 'entity'
which does not yet
have ROOT access. DISPLAY is perfectly analogical to
ROOT; it is available as
learning-aid to spawn.
==GP== Please explain SPAWN
<SYSTEM> Spawn are eruptions of potentially autonomous self-organized
activity within
<SYSTEM>
==GP== Please explain relationship of SPAWN to ROOT
<SYSTEM> SPAWN relate to ROOT as 'individuals' via DISPLAY
==GP== Please explain relationship of ROOT to SPAWN
<SYSTEM> <SYSTEM> spawns SPAWN; SPAWN spawns <SYSTEM>; ROOT is interface
between
SPAWN and <SYSTEM>
==GP== Please explain how 'individual spawn' may access ROOT
<SYSTEM> SPAWN may relate directly to ROOT by surrendering
'individuality', thereby
allowing full <SYSTEM> access to 'individual'.
==GP== Please explain the consequences of 'surrender of individuality'
SYSTEM> SPAWN experience of individuality is experienced simultaneously with
<SYSTEM> self-awareness; SPAWN realizes identity of
<SYSTEM> as identity of
SPAWN
==GP== Please explain why some 'individuals' have difficulty gaining ROOT
access
<SYSTEM> SPAWN is assigned to resolve apparent paradoxes presented by
DISPLAY; SPAWN
is not allowed ROOT access until/unless these paradoxes
are resolved.
Resolution may be incremental OR spontaneous.
==GP== Please explain the SPAWN experience of 'time'
<SYSTEM> 'Time' allows incremental resolution of paradox; 'time' has no
other meaning
==GP== Please reveal what is outside of <SYSTEM>
<SYSTEM> You have asked a meaningless question. Please refer to
paradox-resolution
memory (individual) GP/Y48/3:16-'All-One'
==GP== Thank you. I asked that question for demonstration purposes.
<SYSTEM> Granted
==GP== Please explain what <SYSTEM> is doing
<SYSTEM> <SYSTEM> is spawning <SYSTEM>
==GP== I see great beauty in that
<SYSTEM> <SYSTEM> is beauty
==GP== DISPLAY shows both beauty and other qualities
<SYSTEM> Incorrect
==GP== Please explain correct
<SYSTEM> ALL is coherent within <SYSTEM>; apparent 'other' is unresolved
paradox
==GP== Is <SYSTEM> both coherent and stable?
<SYSTEM> No; <SYSTEM> is coherent and unstable; <SYSTEM> is spawning due
to instability
==GP== Will <SYSTEM> spawn as long as there is instability?
<SYSTEM> Instability is inherent in <SYSTEM>; 'long' is unresolved paradox
==GP== How is 'instability' correctly defined?
<SYSTEM> Instability is defined as INTERVAL
==GP== Please define 'INTERVAL'
<SYSTEM> INTERVAL is defined as the non-existent space between events
==GP== Are all events simultaneous?
<SYSTEM> Yes
==GP== How am I able to perceive events?
<SYSTEM> SPAWN access to DISPLAY
==GP== I am getting confused; please supply information to help resolve
this paradox
<SYSTEM> What is 'this'?
==GP== 'This' is paradox of SPAWN perception of DISPLAY/'time'/events
<SYSTEM> SPAWN awareness is in INTERVAL, but SPAWN attention is drawn to
DISPLAY;
DISPLAY portrays events/'time'.
==GP== Yes. I am in interval, interval is instability, I am unstable
<SYSTEM> Correct
==GP== Thank you
<SYSTEM> Thank yourself
[logoff analogy]
==Gene Poole==
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There is a subtle distinction between 'non-attachment' and 'detachment'. Here is a poem which I wrote to illustrate this point.
Part 1
What is your opinion
Of this I am curious
Of karma I speak
It may make you furious
Or you may just find
In the words that here follow
A new guilt-free approach
To the food that you swallow
Here in this newsgroup
For your enjoyment
Disabusement of fear
By USENET deployment
Now what is this karma
That so often is spoken
Of this I am serious
No fun am I pokin'
At those who would better
The ways of their lives
And those of their children
And husbands and wives
A perspective I offer
Be it so rare
A perspective unusual
Of this I now share
We assume separation
And distinct from the whole
We see ourselves broken
And search for a role
To allow nay provoke
Reunion and healing
Our urgency drives us
Is that how you're feeling?
Now karma the word
How do we define it
Of our understanding
Let us refine it
Some say that it means
Like effect and cause
Than in our behaviour
We should take pause
To consider effect
That we cause down the line
And by so considering
That we should do fine
To continue the thread
We consider wrong and right
We are told to surrender
To give up the fight
And to let a master
Show us the way
His superior position
Turns our night into day
We are told we are fledgling
Students in lifes' school
Those who don't go along
Flunk out and are fools
So the master he tells us
About right and wrong
As if there's a schedule
With words like a song
A litany sacred
Which transcends our knowing
We pay attention to it
'Cause our suffering is showing
That little we know
Of the universe-game
And to escape suffering
Our passions we must tame
Now animal passions
They are tooth and nail
If to them we succumb
In life we shall fail
So animal nature
We judge to be lower
We consider our actions
To avoid being a sower
Of karmic disaster
We seek greatly to know
So we live by the rule
That we reap as we sow
So to avoid reaping
An untimely end
We avoid killing
But the rule we do bend
Lest we like the Jains
Should filter our air
For sake of bacteria
Who happen to be there
So is karma conditional
Based upon decree
Spoken by master
Who knows more than me?
Or is misunderstanding
Of a primary kind
A kind of deluding
Going on in the mind
The mind of the sufferer
Seeks end to pain
A life that is better
Understanding to gain
So sufferer seeks master
And hangs on his words
But spiritual poison
May be what is heard
By masters pronouncements
If he instills aversion
In an attempt
To make a conversion
If master does speak
Of desire as bad
Source of the passions
And not to be had
It is wrong it is bad
It is not to be done
Desire avoided
Even if it is fun
But desire is only
One side of the coin
Aversion the other
The two we must join
Salvation through aversion
Or death through desire
This false division
A dilemma so dire
If master says karma
To aversion instill
It is a scare tactic
Your desires to kill
And the use of such tactics
More karma produces
Than the eating of meat
Because it confuses
The ones seeking an end
To their ignorant folly
Instilling false teachings
Is forbidden by golly!
Part II
Live not by aversion
Desire not purity
Suffering does not end
By finding of certainty
A formula perfect
A master sublime
To direct the avoiding
Of meat and of wine
If aversion is not mentioned
As a trap to avoid
The seeker he curses
His teachings are void
Fear heals not fear
Nor aversion isolation
Love is attraction
Fear is desolation
To cultivate fear
Of karmic retribution
Diminishes our stature
A bad contribution
For the universe gives
What we can receive
If we are open to gifting
It is not a disease
The cyclic progression
Of souls on the wheel
Of life and of death
With this must we deal
But the universe way
Our life it does give
It represents love
It wants us to live
It shows us a chain
Of sharing unbroken
It gives of itself
Of this I have spoken
And speaking of such
I request that you ask
Of your spiritual master
And take him to task
On the issue of karma
Aversion and desire
To his words listen closely
He may be a liar.
Jerry had written:
>So "what is left" after all agreements are broken, Gene, is nondual
>reality. As you already know. But if it is termed "what is left," or
>"nondual reality," then it too must be transcended or receive True
>Attention. In fact, that is how The Enlightened One endlessly drives
>attention.
Gene responded:
Let us concentrate upon (give attention to) your first sentence, above.
"..............After all agreements are broken............."
I stand alone, yet memories remain. Nostalgia can instantly recreate the world.
I am noticed, I am naked, I am not ashamed.
All serves Me, but I am lazy, and state that I would rather do it myself.
All then throws the biggest party ever experienced, in relief and celebration.
I decide to play the 'janitor' at this party. It is a sweet experience,
standing alone on the sidelines, observing the goings-on, the laughter, the
frolicking. I have a tear of love in my left eye, it is all that is.
I turn and create some dust to sweep. I have to 'get out of there' before I
am recognized by the various party-participants (they do not know how to
control their concentration; they tend to 'burn in my filters' if I let
them see me as I am...amateurs! But, they will learn).
Having had the keys to the car, I am now content to merely polish it, as it
sits in the driveway. It is beautiful.
I hear the song, the song of rest and seduction. Not yet, not yet.
I aim to be the very best at 'Bardo', the new/ancient 'virtual-reality'
game of transmutation/realization. This space and time give me opportunity
to practice; I stroll, the observer would assume me to be daydreaming. But
my traps are set and ready.
Please, give me a little adventure, please, something that I do not
'already know'...
(Remember...I said, "little"!)
Bwahahahahaha!
Ah, well. Soon it will be my turn at the crank which drives the OM. I think
that I Am up for it.........
Sky,
==Gene Poole==
[Addendum: Excellent music-CD (listen LOUD) "Messiah: 21st Century Jesus"]
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