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Tuesday, October 9

VALERIE, GLORIA, AND GENE

VALERIE
don't you think that music is like religion is like
consciousness - that we can choose our state of
awareness by being aware of that which we choose

and being that which we choose - the all embracing
aum...

if we are all states of vibrations being perceived
through filters to other similar mind/souls, then
religion is like music - you tune it in, you turn
it on, you vibe...

why not be the religion of Life within the Church
of Everywhere Now? every breath and every moment is
sacred to ourselves - to the gods, the goddesses,
and the sacred spirits of Nature that flows between
and within us All including the starseeds...

GLORIA LEE

Hi Valerie,

This sounds good to me,"...why not be the religion
of Life within the Church of Everywhere Now?" What
you say is the opposite of the "Like That" - the
key to the poem is it's description of sadness and
shrines to worship the past. Hafiz is a great lover
of aliveness in all forms. I heard this poem in the
way Jesus spoke of those who put on a show of
religiousness while betraying the spirit of it.


GENE POOLE

Hey, I like what you wrote. But I have to say this:

As you describe religion, religion is a type of
'doing'.

If one does not 'do', the only doing is the doing
of Being.

Being is called Being because it is a doing of
Being; the 'ing' is the clue, like a bell is
'ringing'.

Being does Being. Give that one a thought.

While people spend years trying to ascertain what
created the bell, and who gave it its initial
strike, the fact is that Being is the doing of
Being,

But it is not the doing of volition,

(at least not without extensive study and training,
or an innate ability, like certain proposed Deities
are rumored to have)

It is the kind of doing which makes possible the
whole life thing, a doing which is doing us from so
far back, that we do not remember how it all
started.

Or even if it did start. Maybe it was always here,
so all-and-everything-ish that it generally goes
unnoticed. Unless somebody points it out.

One way to find out what it is, is to limit one's
doing to so little, that the already-always doing
of Being finally shows itself, as a kind of
constant background-radiation. Like, what I was
doing before I did anything. And I am still doing
that.

Or maybe it shows itself as basically 'everything
that is', all-inclusive. Like a giant smorgasbord
of phenomena, laying there raw, everything from
inanimate mineral elements to the most highly
developed, multidimensionally psychic
dolphin-brain.

And the really cool thing is, that it is all 'part
of Being', and that includes the alive and sentient
things, too. And that includes us.

So that means that you and I are Being the doing of
Being, and are doing the Being thing, so skillfully
that we can do it in our sleep. Give that a
thought.
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JOYCE SHORT

"Understand well, Sattvavajra! In the terms of the
source, the root of all phenomena, there is no such
things as an observor and an object to observe.
Whosoever understands the essence without deeming
it the object of the view understands my nature.

Listen! All the phenomena of existence, without
exception, abide in the supreme source in a
condition of birthlessness. Let those want to
understand the fundamental meaning understand my
nature!

Were I not to teach this definitive teaching, the
posterity of the supreme source, who is the
forebear of the enlightened ones, would be
interrupted, and everybody would continue to
transmigrate.

Listen! Thus, Sattvavajra, overcome the idea of
having or not having a view. As having a view means
covering the true nature with concepts, do not base
your understanding on the view of cause and effect!

In the atiyoga vehicle in which nothing is
confirmed, trying to observe and examine the true
nature amounts to interupting perception of it.
Thus, understand that the true meaning of the
source, the unaltered essence, cannot be perceived
by basing oneself on a view.

Listen! I the supreme source, pure and total
consciousness, am the mirror in which all phenomena
are reflected. Although lacking self-nature,
everything manifests clearly; without need for a
view, the nature shines clear. Understanding that
the essential unborn condition is not an object to
observe dualistically is the great understanding!"

From: The Supreme Source
The Fundamental Tantra of the Dzogchen Semde
Kunjed Gyalpo
Translated by Chogyal Namkai Norbu
and Adriano Clemente

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from: The Dalai Lama: A Policy of Kindness, edited
by Sidney Piburn

With persistent practice, consciousness may
eventually be perceived or felt as an entity of
mere luminosity and knowing, to which anything is
capable of appearing and which, when appropriate
conditions arise, can be generated in the image of
whatsoever object. As long as the mind does not
encounter the external circumstance of
conceptuality, it will abide empty without anything
appearing in it, like clear water. Its very entity
is that of mere experience. Let the mind flow of
its own accord without conceptual overlay. Let the
mind rest in its natural state, and observe it. In
the beginning, when you are not used to this
practice, it is quite difficult, but in time the
mind appears like clear water".



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JOYCE SHORT

This was sent to me this morning. It is offered for
consideration. Be patient and watch through to the
end of the imagery.

http://www.bonkworld.org/wtc/wtc.html

turn your volume up

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NINA

(p 199-200; S,M,L,XL; O.M.A. Rem Koolhaas and Bruce
Mau; 1995)

Imagining Nothingness

Clowns

Where there is nothing, everything is possible.
Where there is architecture, nothing (else) is
possible.

Who does not feel an acute nostalgia for the types
who could, no more than 15 years ago, condemn (or
was it liberate, after all?) whole areas of alleged
urban desperation, change entire destinies,
speculate seriously on the future with diagrams of
untenable absurdity, leave entire auditoriums
panting over doodles left on the blackboard,
manipulate politicians with their savage statistics
- bow ties the only external sign of their madness?
For the time when there were still...thinkers?

Who does not long for that histrionic branch of the
profession that leapt like clowns - pathetic yet
courageous - off one cliff after another, hoping to
fly, flapping with inadequate wings, but enjoying
at least the free-fall of pure speculation?

Maybe such nostalgia is not merely a longing for
the former authority of this profession (no one can
seriously believe that architecture has become less
authoritarian) but simply for -fantasy-.

It is ironic that in architecture, May '68 - "under
the pavement, beach" - has been translated only
into more pavement, less beach.

Maybe architects' fanaticism - a myopia that has
led them to believe that architecture is not only
the vehicle for all that is good, but also the
explanation for all that is bad - is not merely a
professional deformation but a response to the
horror of architecture's opposite, an instinctive
recoil from the void, a fear of -nothingness-.

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MICHAEL READ

TRY IT

try to see this
and you will

you and i are one
there is no difference

all there is is suffering
suffering is all there is

all there is is an end to suffering
an end to suffering is all there is

right now all there is is light
right now all there is is dark

weeping or rejoicing
what are they?

life is love
love is life

try to see this
and you will

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GLORIA LEE

IT IS UNANIMOUS

It is unanimous where I come from.
Everyone agrees
on one thing:

It’s no fun
When God is not near.

All are hunters.
The wise man learns the
Friend’s weaknesses
And sets a clever trap.

Listen,
The Beloved has agreed to play a game
Called Love.

Our sun sat in the sky
Way before this earth was born
Waiting to caress a billion faces.

Hafiz encourages all art

For at its height it brings
Light near To us.

The wise man learns what draws
God Near.

It is the beauty of compassion
In your heart.

(“The Gift” – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

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MATTHEW FILES

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