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From a dialogue between Kristi and Rob:


Kristi:

You did raise one point in your last post that was very relevant to
me,and
about which I have inquired on this list before....that is, the
difficulty
in maintaining a state of spirit or presence....when DOING, (you
mentioned
writing). I was pleased to hear that it is possible, with effort, to
learn
to maintain this effortlessly while DOING....this is my work now.....as
I
am DOING alot, re-building my life, with pretty unfulfilling
work....and
meager resources....moving beyond the idea of finding things to DO that
are
consonant with the Self's joy....to finding the Self's joy (or presence
or
awareness, whatever) in ANYTHING you do...

Rob:

Oh yes, it's possible, just keep trying, it gets easier with practice.
At
least that has been my experience. I think maybe people get discouraged
with
these kinds of things because when they try to practice them, it seems
like
they're completely unable to do them, so they feel like the practice is
useless.

But actually, in my experience, you get better at these things
(mindfulness,
non-doership, silence, awareness) purely from trying to do them, even
if the
attempt is a total failure.

I think I might have some good practical tips for how to do this, if
you
want to talk about it more.

It's very funny to get into this frame of mind while writing or
talking,
because you don't know what you're going to say until you hear yourself
say
it.

But then you realize that's how you talk all the time...the words just
get
invented somewhere inside you, and you just imagine that "you" are
willfully
thinking them up....it's an illusion. So you can get into this state
just
by watching yourself do things.

Oops, you brought up the question of mindfulness, and I turned it into
non-doership. But actually, I've come to suspect these are the same
thing,
along with silence and awareness....they all involve remembering to
keep
your attention at a detached remove from what is going on. When I
practice
one, it sort of blends into the the others.
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From: Heart Happy <jarhodes@cruzio.com>

It happens all the time in heaven,
And some day
It will begin to happen
Again on earth -
That men and women who are married,
And men and women who are Lovers,
And women and women
Who give each other Light
Often will get down on their knees
And while so tenderly
Holding their lover's hand,
With tears in their eyes,
Will sincerely speak, saying,
"My dear,
How can I be more loving to you;
How can I be more kind?"

****** Hafiz
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Gene explains the common cold:


Thoughts triggered by recent readings here...

> So, in short, I am mystified that the flower remedies
do not seem to produce any result with me. I love roses...Enjoy jasmine
and
honeysuckle in the wild. Maybe I just don't have a physiological
reaction
mechanism to smells. Pepper makes me sneeze...LOL

>Blessings
Love,
Zenbob

The emanation of energetic _virtual photons_... from the original into
the
crystal-of-memory, be it water, alcohol, or lactose, or mineral, such as
salt... reorganizes that memory-crystal into a structure which then
itself
re-emanates energetic virtual photons. This is what happens when a
living
organism ingests... through nose or mouth, or mind, any amount of the
programmed memory-crystal.

Distilled water has no information of existence stored in it; it has
been
erased. Living water, from the Urth, has the memory of life, as does the
natural fossil sea-salt.

Ingestion; eating, or smelling, energetic virtual photons... triggers
reaction on all levels of physiology, and thus also possibly,
consciousness; thus the Bach Flower Remedies... programmed (of
distilled)
dewdrops intimate with the blossems in question, store that
flower-emanation of energetic virtual photons.

-->"Sinusitis" and the energetic virtual-photonic emanation of the
Rhinovirus:<--

A serious competitor and parasite is the Rhinovirus. This 'ubiquitous'
'Being' is the nonliving memory-crystal of the information of the
existence
of one 'who' co-exists on two planes; on this, our plane, as a 'virus'
or
crystalline emanator (transmitter) of it's own _information of
existence_,
as we perceive it to be an 'infection'... and on another and _elemental_
plane which we also co-exist 'on' in the nature of our own _elemental_
(as
in the elements of the universe, IE, Fe and NaCl) existence.

Parasitic and predatory both... jumping from host to host, reducing the
human to a dull-minded blob of protoplasm. The 'deal with the devil'
that
we make with this invader, is to trade the pain of awareness for the
dullness which is induced by the restricting of the passages of the
turbinate sinuses...

The turbinate sinuses... are the spiralic passages through which air
must
flow, in and out; a trap and transverter, to gather Prana/Chi for the
use
of the body. It is this elemental and etheric sharing with the universe
which is the first step in the process of the sharing of cosmic
consciousness; it is breathing. If this process is attenuated,
consciousness is diverted to the plane/level of the elemental, which is
where the 'body' of the Rhinovirus 'lives'.

The 'white-noise' of sudden, ballistic 'sniffing', is the
'burst-transmission' of information of one population of virii to
another;
human-socially, the 'sniff-noise' denotes dismissal and invalidation of
the
'other'. It says: "Join me in the bliss of dullness". This is the offer
made by the Rhinovirus.

Only the _drying effects_ of oxygen can salvage the colonized
mucus-membranes of the turbinate sinuses. That is why I advocate keeping
the sinuses clear. Clear sinus-passages, with a free-flow of air, keep
the
mucus membranes free of the accumulation of (inflammation-created)
mucus,
which the Rhinovirus needs as a refuge for its own survival.

Use of mild (natural only) salt-water nasal-douche at the first sign of
sinus-inflammation will purge and strip the excessive protective mucus
from
the membranes, eliminating the dark, moist, and oxygen-free swamp needed
by
the Rhinovirus for it's reproduction and subsequent contagion.

Blowing-out the obvious excess mucus is good to do, carefully.
Sniffing-up
and swallowing mucus leads to an inevitable condtion of anaphylaxis
(loss
of immunity). But the first thing to go, is the body's ability to digest
and assimilate proteins.

Mucus is a sugar-water-protein compound and is a specific TISSUE of the
the
individual body. A constant post-nasal flow of mucus, provokes the
creation
of a specific stomach-enzyme for the digestion of that mucus. It is this
enzyme, created to digest mucus, which subsequently attacks the tissues
of
one's own body. It is from this 'attack from within', this attack of the
body upon itself, that all auto-immune disease arises.

A weakened body and a dull mind, subjugated to the realm of physical
survival, is the product of this 'space-invader' which is the
Rhinovirus.
Loss of immunity and subsequent death by fast or SLOW anaphylaxis is the
verdict.

Hundreds of millions of tons of flavored and carbonated sugar-water are
consumed each year, and more every year, by those addicted to the
dullness
which is the gift of the Rhinovirus. Only the sugar-induced "damp-heat"
condition so induced, can keep the human organism off-balance _enough_
to
allow complete colonization and domination by this ancient foe. This
"damp-heat" condition is what underlies the "yin" state of the average
'american' body; retention of water, for the purpose of quelling heat
(induced by sugar), leads to deleterious vulnerability of all tissues.

Think of these things before you dismiss the 'common cold' as a minor
nuisance. The Rhinovirus is an incredibly successful invader, using the
human as a willing and dulled host... to alter the human environment for
more and more and deeper infection and subsequent takeover.


==Gene Poole==
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Petros:

Quoting does not necessarily mean one doesn't have one's own
experience. I
read a lot of the teachings of the sages and I know when I agree with a
statement or understand a statement it can only be because there is
duplication of it in my own experience.
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Kristi:

Dear Whoever May Find Meaning In This:

It has come to me several times to tell this story on the list, so I
guess I
will.

Several years ago (about 15, my how time flies) I was working a medical
shift at the Berkeley Free Clinic. I walked out into the lab area and
discovered Steve squatting in the hallway. Steve was a local street
person
and frank psychotic. This one particular evening his 6'4" stark naked
body
and long dreadlocks rocked gently too and fro while he moaned and keened
"mama, mama." I couldn't see calling the police to have him 51-50'd,
tied in
restraints and hauled off to the mental ward, where they'd put him to
sleep
for 72 hours and then release him.I touched his shoulder and he
recoiled,
shrieked, sobbed and had the wild rolling eyes of a tethered horse in an
electrical storm. That wasn't going to work, so I just decided to do
what he
did - I'd read this somewhere as a method for entering the world of
autistic
children. I squatted down next to him and rocked in the same rhythmn. He
paid no attention except a slight stiffening in his body. When he
moaned, I
moaned, but very softly...when he whined for mama, I was his
echo.....within
a couple of minutes he began to glance sideways at me; his eyes were no
longer terrified and his body no longer acted as though it felt
threatened,
although he would not permit any meeting of his gaze...after a couple of
minutes he consented to eye contact....after a couple more minutes he
maintained the contact for a few seconds whereupon I asked him if he'd
like
a blanket...he nodded, closed his eyes and called for his mother
again....I
brought him a blanket, and crouched and rocked with him some more, he
moved
closer and dropped his head to my shoulder....It felt like every bit of
tension drained out of his body and he began to sob huge wracking sobs
and
held his arms out like a little kid wanting to be picked up. I sat down
and
cradled him....when his cries abated I asked if he'd like some
clothes...he
said yes and I got some from the free box....by now he was
communicating, so
long as no one else walked into the room or there were no sudden noise
or
visual or energy intrusions...anyway, to make a long story short, I
walked
him to the "pillow room", a soft room with dozens of big pillows and
thick
carpets, and held him for the next four hours, sang him lullabyes,
crooned,
stroked his brow; finally he ate some soup and went to sleep. The next
morning he got up and showered; I doubt he'd taken a shower in several
months before that.

I think this memory has been coming up for me because of the posts with
Gene
about Sharing as Being; being available with no agenda....I had no
agenda
with STeve because I had no clue what I was going to do or what outcome
I
desired....I think it also seems relevant to me because I am eternally
interested in how non-dual thought serves not only individual growth,
but
depth of understanding in relating to other human beings (one must come
from
the other, and,I think it is a loop and can happen in any order)
especially
those that are overtly scarred and wounded....the idea of presence
without
evaluation frees one up to transcend fears of failure, or fears of
scabies
and lice, or fears of the insane, or fears of whatever....and makes
space
for the Infinite Wisdom to provide spontaneous guidance. Steve wasn't
healed
or anything...although we didn't see him in crisis again for a long
time....but, I think as in Hafiz' poem, we can ask the question
anywhere, of
anyone, at anytime, "how can I be more loving to you, how can I be more
kind?"

Love, Kristi
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Jerry:

Kristi, this is for you and others who have performed the
secret kindnesses. It was a favorite poem of my late wife
Dolores, who could recite it by heart. I found a copy of it
in her personal belongings and tacked it on my wall:

Abou Ben Adhem

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An Angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, no so,"
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one loves his fellow men."

The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!

---James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Skye:

I cried that strange undivided joy and sadness when you
wrote
this Aleks....

....then the big love takes over, the love
which contains us all, and holds us, as we hold our loved
ones.

I may never be able to tell my story.....it is too unusual
and can't be understood without This. I am deeply grateful
for yours and Kristie's beautiful posts. They have opened an
ever widening understanding of who the non doer is, in me.
It is always that which I can't find words for. That which
motivates me to comfort those who are afraid to love when
others can not bear them. It has made the unacceptable a
joy to embrace tirelessly. It is that which fills my sails
and takes others with me over their sea of pain as we look
playfully together. This always was the healer. This always
has blessed my life.
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Kristi:


I felt tender, and I floated...and I waited...and I acted....and I felt
tender some more, and i brought a blanket and I had no thoughts about
holding a tall naked man; I rocked, I waited, I offered, I felt what it
was
like to be in "his space" and know deep down that however I/he looked on
the
outside; I/he was ok on the "inside". The showering, scabies, lice thing
didn't bother me; I knew I was "protected." I had lots of protected
feelings
in the street too; lots of experiences with the physical self re:
healing
and stuff that were not "normal." Sometimes you just "know" that it's
ok,
that you're not going to catch the disease or whatever...that you have
spiritually conferred immunity....if you have no fear you are safe....if
you
have fear...you are probably still safe in an immune sense....but you
don't
know it and so it can't help you....trippy stuff....bodies are not
"real"
they can and do act in accordance with the "higher" laws of mind....I
have
absolutely no conscious control of this stuff...
and not much experience or access to it since I returned to a more
"normal",
worldly,limited state of mind...jeez, I still smoke cigarettes for
cryin'
out loud...

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