Friday, December 6, 2019

Amoda Maa - Meditation



 To meditate .. or not to meditate? Is a dedicated meditation practice the only road to enlightenment .. or is the direct route of recognizing “what is already free” a better way? Should all effort be put into achieving a higher state of consciousness .. or is it best to simply let go of any effort to do anything at all?

If I discipline myself to meditate, should I sit (preferably cross-legged) once a day … or is it twice or maybe three times? And should I watch my breath … or is it my thoughts or my sensations? Maybe I should chant in Sanskrit … or Hindi or Japanese? Maybe I should repeat the sacred sound of OM from my heart … or is my belly a better place? Maybe I should send loving thoughts on every out-breath .. or visualize golden light from my third eye? Maybe I should try to focus on the gaps between thoughts … or maybe I should just try to stop thinking all together?

And if I make no effort, how do I awaken? Isn’t there something I need to do? How do I transcend thinking? How do I shift into an awakened state? Maybe if I read enough books or listen to enough spiritual teachers, I will get it?

To meditate .. or not to meditate? The question is a conundrum to the mind that seeks satisfaction. The mind seeks a definitive answer, as if this would bring an end to mind’s unease. The personhood seeks certainty, as if the certainty of “spiritual progress” would bestow a badge of worthiness or specialness.

But the question of meditation cannot be answered by the mind. It can only be realized when silence has become the bedrock of your life. This silence is not about closing the doors, turning off the phone and lighting some candles. Nor is it to do with trying to get rid of your thoughts .. or imagining the perfect sanctuary of peace.

This silence happens when you stop giving attention to the narratives that wrap themselves around your experience of reality. This silence happens when you turn towards tenderness every time an unwanted feeling enters your inner landscape. This silence happens when you have surrendered all resistance to what is. This silence happens when you are no longer the center of your universe, when you have become without a center and the whole universe is in you. Without resistance, there is no inner conflict, no inner division, no outside and no inside, no barrier and no boundary.

When you know your true nature as silence, there is no need to do meditation .. you ARE meditation.
True meditation is a state of being. It is your natural open state. In your natural open state, there is nothing to move away from and nothing to move towards. You are simply and irrevocably here. There is no longer a question .. because in silence all questions fall away.

So, it’s not about whether you meditate or not. It’s about whether you can fall into the silence that is always here prior to your ideas of what meditation is or what it can give you or where it can take you. Whether you sit in deep stillness or whether you are doing something in the world, this silence is always here .. it is in you as being-ness. Being-ness does not need to do meditation .. it IS meditation.

I am often asked whether I meditate or not .. and I sort of shake my head, unable to give a definitive answer. Did I used to do meditation? Yes. Until meditation swallowed me up and all that was left was silence. Now the whole of life is meditation, without doing a practice, without trying to get anywhere, without trying to change anything. Now .. I AM meditation.

So, perhaps it is wise to ask a different question .. how can I meet myself and meet the world as silence? Perhaps this question will turn the mind around from its horizontal searching into the verticality of being that is always here. And then you will discover what true meditation is.



 

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Pir Elias Amidon - So Close … Closer Than Breath



So Close

From the Tibetan Shangpa Kagyu tradition comes this exquisite riddle:

It’s so close you can’t see it.
It’s so profound you can’t fathom it.
It’s so simple you can’t believe it.
It’s so good you can’t accept it.

What is it?



The wonderful thing about this riddle is that it’s compounded of paradox — pure positivity (so close, so profound, so simple, so good) and pure negativity (you can’t see it, you can’t fathom it, you can’t believe it, you can’t accept it). It’s saying that no matter how we look for, or what we call, this “it,” it escapes the looking and the telling.

In most texts these lines are not referred to as a riddle, but are given the whimsical title: “the four faults of awareness.” But if we think “awareness” is the answer to the riddle, we’ve missed the point. To say “awareness” is to make a conceptual conclusion, and whatever this “it” is, it’s neither bounded like a conclusion nor objective like a concept. Yes, the lines are referring to awareness, but do we really get what that is, beyond the idea that the word “awareness” represents? The beauty of the riddle is that it forces us to the edge of language and then pushes us off.

Although these four lines certainly cannot be improved, I’d like to offer a few thoughts here in the hopes they may help, in some small way, with that push.

It’s so close you can’t see it

One way to enter the mystery of this line is to imagine space. Space is close and invisible too. It’s extraordinary, isn’t it, that we can have a sense of space without being able to see or feel it? Our bodies move through space and though space doesn’t separate to let us by, we feel no resistance — it goes right through us. Whatever our riddle is referring to is that close.

The great nondual teacher Jean Klein says it’s our “nearest.” So near it has no distance to travel to get any nearer. Sufis prize “nearness to God” and mean the same thing. “I am closer to thee than thy jugular vein,” it says in the Quran. In this case the words “close” and “near” are not about location or distance — they refer to identity, being so close to it we are it.

And so it is with our awareness. Can we find anything nearer to us than awareness? It’s so close we can’t see it, just like the eye cannot see the eye. Awareness is not seeable, though it is self-evident. And though the analogy of awareness being “like space” may be helpful, unlike our sense of space, awareness cannot be measured.

It’s so profound you can’t fathom it

This line drops the bottom out. It says we simply cannot understand what this is. To say it’s “awareness” doesn’t take us very far, since no one has ever fathomed awareness. Mystics have continually pointed out that awareness is the ground of all being, and now physicists are beginning to discover the same thing. But to say this is not to fathom it — it simply provides another mysterious description. This that we’re speaking of cannot be fathomed. It is a mystery and will remain that way because it cannot be focused into an object that our minds can surround. Mysterium profundum! The Divine Unknown.

To the extent we can admit this, humility graces our being. Our drive to understand, our insistence on possessing this profundity with our intellects… relaxes. The mind surrenders, making way for something we might call devotion or gratitude or praise or love.

It’s so simple you can’t believe it

What it is is so simple that it can’t provide any kind of story or concept for us to believe in. Every word we use passes right through it. Plotinus calls it “the One,” that which is uncompounded, that has no predicate, the absolutely simple first principle of all. Buddhists call it emptiness. Sufis call it the void of pure potential.

Does its primal simplicity mean we cannot experience it? We can, but not as an experience. In order to open to this non-experience we must ourselves become simple. We must become transparent to ourselves.

In the uncertain light of single, certain truth,
Equal in living changingness to the light
In which I meet you, in which we sit at rest,
For a moment in the central of our being,
the vivid transparence that you bring is peace.

— Wallace Stevens, from “Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction”

Becoming transparent is not so difficult as it sounds, since our true nature is already transparent. It is the transparence of pure presence — or as some call it, presence-awareness. If we try to picture pure presence, we can’t. If we try to fathom it, we can’t. If we try to believe in it, we miss it — it’s simpler than anything we can approach through belief.

And yet it’s here, the simple pure presence of being, vividly immanent every moment in how everything appears, while at the same time transcending every appearance, every moment.

It’s so good you can’t accept it

 
This final line may be the most mysterious of all. We might think that if something is really good we could easily accept it, but the goodness this line points to is beyond the capacity of our acceptance. We cannot contain it — our “cup runneth over.”

We have come to believe that this reality we’re in is a tough place. We’re threatened by illness, violence and death. Everything that we have will one day be taken away. How could the truth be something so good that it both holds and supersedes our pain and grief? The stubbornness of that question is one reason why we can’t accept this that is “so good.”

As in the preceding lines, “accepting it” hits the same limits that seeing, believing, and fathoming run into. As long as we think there is something we have to do — seeing, believing, fathoming, or accepting — we will miss what this is about.

This that is so good pervades all being. It is the pure love-generosity that is so close, so profound, so simple we can’t surround it with our usual ways of knowing and feeling. As Rumi advises, “Close these eyes to open the other. Let the center brighten your sight.”



Thanks to stillnes sspeaks

 

Monday, December 2, 2019

Shitou Xiqian - Sandōkai



The Sandōkai (Chinese: 參同契; pinyin: Cāntóngqì) is a poem by the eighth Chinese Zen ancestor Shitou Xiqian (Sekito Kisen, 700–790) and a fundamental text of the Sōtō school of Zen, chanted daily in temples throughout the world. 



 
 The Mind of the Great Sage of India
Flowed unseen from west to east.
And kept true to the source -- a clear stream unsullied.
By variables of wit and dullness:
The true way has no patriarch of south or north.
Born, we clutch at things
And later compound our delusion by following ideals.
Each sense gate and its object:
Dependence and nondependence --
Entering together into mutual relations
And yet standing apart in their own uniqueness.
Component things differing deeply in form and feel,
The voices -- soft and harsh in inherent isolation.
High and middle are words matching the darkness,
And light separates the murky phrase from the pure.
The characteristics of the four elements draw together
Like a child returning to its mother.
The heat of fire, the moving wind,
The water, wet, and the solid earth;
Eyes to see, sounds to hear, and smells --
The sour and salty taste on the tongue.
But in each related thing,
As leaves grow from roots,
End and beginning return to the source.
"High" and "low" are used respectively:
Within light there is darkness,
But you cannot explain it by one-sided darkness alone;
Within darkness there is light,
But you cannot understand it only by one-sided light.
Light and darkness go with each other
Like the sequence of steps in walking.
All things have inherent potentiality:
Both function and rest reside within.
With the actual comes the ideal
Like a box and its lid;
With the ideal comes the actual
Like two arrows meeting in mid-air.
Understand the basic truth from these words
And do not set up your own standards.
In sense experience, if you do not know the basic truth,
How can you find the right path no matter how much you walk?
As you walk further the distinction between near and far disappears,
And if you become lost, obstructing mountains and rivers arise.
This I offer to the seekers of truth: Waste no time.





 The Big Deal About Absolute Versus Relative

Essentially, Sekito’s Sandokai deals with an issue of paramount importance in Zen: the relationship between the relative and absolute dimensions of reality. As I’ve already discussed at length in my episodes on Dogen’s Genjokoan and on the Heart Sutra, absolute and relative are terms that describe two profoundly different aspects of reality – the relative aspect, in which everything is defined by difference and particularity, and the absolute aspect, in which everything is part of a seamless whole. Both aspects are simultaneously true, even though they may appear contradictory, just as a finger is a thing unto itself, defined by its separateness from other fingers, but is also simply part of a hand.

The relationship between relative and absolute is a huge preoccupation of Zen. Why? Well, frankly, it’s also a preoccupation of many other spiritual traditions. To see this, all you have to do is look for the dualities about which people get very worked up: Divine (or Ineffable) versus human, pure versus impure, transcendent versus mundane, separate versus (re)united with God, ideal versus actual. This duality is so pervasive and recurring, ancient Chan masters adopted a special term for each side: Ji (or Shih) is the concrete, phenomenal (relative) aspect of existence, while Ri (or Li) is the absolute or ultimate aspect of existence.

The relationship between absolute and relative isn’t just a topic for philosophical debate, it’s something we human beings care about a great deal. We get a sense there’s a whole lot more to life than our ordinary, limited, self-centered perception of it. When meditating, praying, listening to wonderful music, hiking in the wilderness, or just drinking a cup of tea, we may perceive how everything is precious just as it is, how there’s order in the universe, how God is within, how all human beings are fundamentally the same and therefore naturally inclined to compassion, or how nothing is inherently separate from anything else. Oh, how inspiring and glorious! And then the moment passes and we’re back in the world of good and bad, right and wrong, dirty houses, afflictive emotions, passionate disagreements, and traffic jams – not to mention injustice, war, and environmental destruction. How are we supposed to reconcile these two aspects of reality? For many of us, the absolute aspect seems preferable but frustratingly elusive, setting up a sad tension in our spiritual lives.

The main teaching in Zen, therefore, emphasizes how the relative and absolute aspects of reality aren’t really separate. It’s not that our transcendent moments are glimpses into some kind of alternative reality where everything is great, and the rest of our life is an annoying interlude of imperfection. The absolute has no existence whatsoever apart from the relative, and vice versa. These two aspects are just the same reality perceived at different levels. Real enlightenment or awakening means not just having an experience of the absolute – although that’s important – it means comprehending how the two aspects of reality relate to each other. When we truly understand the identity – or the equivalence, congruence, or accord – of the absolute and relative dimensions of reality, we avoid getting overly identified with either one. This is very important: If we’re over-identified with the relative, we miss the absolute or perceive it as distant, elusive, inherently separate, or superior. We may feel trapped in a frustrating or hopeless mundane existence, unable to avail ourselves of the solace provided by a larger perspective. On the other hand, if we’re over-identified with the absolute, we lose touch with real life and fall into the delusion that our enlightenment’s complete when, in fact, it’s only partial. Giving priority to all things transcendent, we may reject everyday life or find it unnecessary to respond to the world with compassion or work to relieve real-life suffering.

True awakening, from a Zen point of view, requires us to learn from first-hand experience how to integrate our experience of the absolute and relative aspects of reality. This is actually very difficult – much more difficult than simply having an insight into the literal reality of the absolute. Our minds are naturally inclined toward dualism, and integration of the absolute and relative is only possible when we leap beyond dualism and wrestle directly with the multi-dimensional reality of life.


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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Randall Friend - An overwhelming sense of Love




The love felt here is overwhelming. For so many years I struggled and searched - mostly within the confines of an individual existence. It is impossible to find the answer you seek as long as you consider yourself an individual existence.

My writing is due to an overwhelming sense of Love - I totally understand where you're coming from. My impulse to write is due to this love - this sense that if you could just realize that your existence isn't separate and transient - you would see that there is nothing to worry about. You don't have to suffer. Suffering is only in the mind.

WHAT you are is Life, Existence itself. Consciousness arises, and we get sucked into that. Therefore we take ourselves as the object of Consciousness - which is actually totally normal, yet it isn't true.

There is one Existence - one "thing" from which all arises. And you are THAT. What else could you be?

Consciousness arises like a dream - and you're there, facing the world. But that is what you've been led to believe.

Life, the Universe, Brahman, whatever you want to call it - is dreaming. It is aware of itself through this dream we call "I". The true "I" is Life - aware of itself through this dream.

Wake up - existence isn't transient. You exist. This dream is your way of knowing yourself. And when that dream ends, nothing is lost. You still exist.

A cigar is slowly burning, and a glass of bourbon is settling. These experiences have value - yet they are not ultimately real.

YOU are real. That's it.




 

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Enlightenment is when a wave realises it is the ocean


MOCEAN. A film by Chris Bryan from Chris Bryan on Vimeo.


The Ocean and the Wave are One. The Ocean contains the Wave, and the Wave contains the Ocean. They have a single, inextricable existence. When the Wave (Individual Soul) realizes that it is the Ocean (Divine Soul), Enlightenment (Nondual Awareness) occurs. 

 

Eckhart Tolle - Nature can show us the way home



"We get lost in doing, thinking, remembering, anticipating - lost in a maze of complexity and a world of problems. Nature can show us the way home, the way out of the prison of our own minds.
We have forgotten what plants and animals still know. We have forgotten how to be - to be still, to be ourselves, to be where life is: Here and Now.
Whenever you bring your attention to anything natural, anything that has come into existence without human intervention, you step out of the prison of conceptualized thinking. To bring your attention to a stone, a tree, or an animal does not mean to think about it, but simply to perceive it, to hold it in your awareness. Its essence then transmits itself to you. You can sense how still it is, and in doing so the same stillness arises within you. You sense how deeply it rests in Being. In realizing this, you too come to a place of rest deep within yourself.
When walking or resting in nature, honor that realm. Be still. Look. Listen. See how every animal and every plant is completely itself. Unlike humans, they have not split themselves in two. They do not live through mental images of themselves, so they do not need to be concerned with trying to protect and enhance those images. The deer is itself. The daffodil is itself.
All things in nature are one with the totality. They haven't removed themselves from the fabric of the whole by claiming a separate existence: "me" and the rest of the universe. The contemplation of nature can free you of that "me", the great troublemaker."





 

Monday, November 25, 2019

Annette Nibley - The Law of Love

artist unknown


 There are two ways of looking at the world we live in. (Well, there are a lot more than two, but I’m just taking these two to illustrate a point.) One way is to think of the world as an appearance in consciousness, of no import, and something I don’t have to concern myself with at all.

The other way to think of the world is as an outpicturing of Love – a manifest version of the glory of the One Love that is All There Is – and therefore something I very much want to concern myself with.

The major difference between the two, in my experience, is that in the first case, the experience of the human being is rendered pointless, and meaningless. That may appeal to a lot of people – it appealed to me for a long time – but ultimately it is life-denying, and can lead to hopelessness and despair.

Life appears! It is glorious that it does. If the glorious All-That-Is appears in manifest form, which it obviously does, it does this out of Love. It itself is only Love, and so the manifestation is its own Self. Does it really want Itself to ignore Its own creation?

LOVE is humming underneath all of this, running it all. It appears as me. It appears as you. It appears as mind. It appears as a world. Love is the machine that is driving all of it. Love makes sense of it all. It’s not an uncreated, imaginary phantom. The world is here, created and sustained by Love.

The bottom line is that we don’t have to worry about what to do, how to handle it all – Love is doing all of it. The pressure is off. We can relax. There is only the Law of Good operating, and all we have to do is reflect this Good through our own thoughts and actions, and watch how the world changes in front of our eyes.

There is a missed opportunity when one says, “I am not the body/mind.” To know love, one must experience it through one’s manifest being. This is the gift of being human – we move from the dark to the light gradually, as we steadily gain more faith in the Law of Love. It is through being human that Love is known.





 

Saturday, November 23, 2019

David Carse - No one here at all



The message of the sutras and the shamans is the same:
the person of understanding is the one who dies before she dies,
who leaves no footprints, who travels no path,
because she knows that as a person, as an entity, she is not.
But who can do this, what self can cease to be?

None, as Wei Wu Wei would say, because none is: it can only happen.
Then there is no one to know but only the knowing,
and all this world is as in a dream or a vision;
only Brilliance beyond light, Love beyond love,
clear knowing pure beauty streaming through these transparent forms
and no one here at all.



 
You can listen selected passages from the audio book "Perfect brillant stillness"
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Friday, November 22, 2019

Rabindranath Tagore - It is ever He




"He it is, the innermost one,
who awakens my being with His deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts His enchantment upon these eyes
and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya
in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green,
and lets peep out through folds His feet,
at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass,
and it is ever He who moves my heart in many a name,
in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow."


 Thanks to Carol

 

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

The Silence of Ramana Maharshi




 On a Shivaratri day, after dinner, 
Bhagavan was reclining on the sofa surrounded by many devotees. 

A Sadhu suggested that, since this was a most auspicious night, 
the meaning of the verse in praise of Dakshinamurti should be made clear. 

Bhagavan gave his approval and all were eagerly waiting for him to say something. 

He simply sat, gazing at us. 

We were gradually absorbed in ever deepening silence, 
which was not disturbed by the clock striking the hour, every hour, until 4 a.m. 

None moved or talked. 

Time and space ceased to exist. 

Bhagavan’s grace kept us at peace and silence for seven hours.
In this silence, Bhagavan taught us the Ultimate, like Dakshinamurti. 

At the stroke of four Bhagavan asked us whether we had understood 
the meaning of the silent teaching. 

Like waves on the infinite ocean of bliss, we fell at Bhagavan’s feet.

  
  ~ T. K. Sundaresa Iyer, Ramana Smrti Souvenir


T. K. Sundaresa Iyer at the center




 

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Jed McKenna - Spiritual Enlightenment the damnedest thing




 Spiritual  enlightenment  sits  next  to  an empty milk  carton 
on  an orange lunch tray  in a gradeschool cafeteria.
It's lying  in  the grass  in a ditch beside a rusting  hubcap. 
It's  on the button holding  closed the left  cuff of a somewhat important  man's  shirt.
 
Enlightenment  can be found  next  to the elevator on the fourth level  of the airport parking  garage. 

You can ask  your dog  for it,  but  he may  not give  it  to you.

Look for  it  next  to the pen  in the pocket of  the checkout girl's  red vest, But  only  on  Wednesdays.

Enlightenment  is in  the trunk,  behind the  jack. 
You  can hear  it  in  the squeak of a hinge at  the  local  library. 
It's  in the  breeze blowing  unheard  through  an  unseen  tree. 
It's  in the  space after the exhale and  before the  inhale. 

You can find enlightenment  in  church,  in  that  scratch  on the back of the pew  in  front  of you.
 
You can find it  in the desert, just  before the wind picks  up again.

Enlightenment  is  nothing. 
Delusion  is  the greatest  wonder. 

Enlightenment  was  in your coffee cup before you poured in the coffee.
Now it's  in your coffee cup.
Two point two billion years before your coffee cup was created, Enlightenment  was  in your coffee cup.
An hour and fifteen minutes after time  swallows the  universe,  Enlightenment will be  in  your coffee cup
.
You've always  known  where  it  is  because it's exactly  where you left  it. 
How can you  not return to a place you  never left?
You  are  dreaming  that  you  are  unenlightened. 
You are  dreaming that  you are  awake.

The question  is:  Why? 
The answer is:  Why  not? 



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Monday, November 11, 2019

Bernadette Roberts - Experiencing the divine



 One possible way of envisioning the human passage is the following. We think of ourselves as originally emerging from the unknown, from darkness, nothingness or non-existence into the light of consciousness. But as consciousness develops we discover the increasing ability to see in the dark, see into the nothingness or mystery within ourselves and eventually realize that this darkness and nothingness is the divine from which we emerged and with which we are one. Thus we discover that our original darkness IS true light. Midway in this passage, divine light (darkness or unknowing) and the light of consciousness are in balance, with neither outshining the other. But as we move beyond this mid-point, divine light begins to outshine the light of consciousness until, in the end, the light of consciousness goes out and only divine light remains. From this vantage point we look back on the passage and see that although consciousness was the veil that dimmed the light, this dimming was necessary in order to make the human dimension possible. But if consciousness makes human existence possible, it is also not separate from the divine, nor does it completely hide it; on the contrary, consciousness or self is man’s faculty or medium for experiencing the divine — so long as it remains, that is [this is key]. Our passage through consciousness is the gradual return to the divine; we leave the divine unknowingly and in darkness, but we return knowingly and in light.




 

Friday, November 8, 2019

The Silence of Meher baba



    On 10th July, 1925, Baba ceased speaking. He told his disciples that he would be silent for one year, but the year stretched to the rest of his earth time with us — forty-four years.
 


I am the Ocean of Silence, but I am never silent.

    I am eternally speaking in what you say to one another; and the voice that you hear deep within your souls is my voice inspiring and guiding you.

    God has been everlasting working in silence, unobserved, unheard except by those who experience that infinite Silence.

    If my silence does not speak to you, of what use would it be if I spoke in the language of your minds? When my speaking will be heard universally, God will make me speak. But that speaking will not be speeches of words, but the Word of words which will irresistibly impart to those who are ready the ‘I am God’ (Anal Haq or Aham Brahma-Asmi) state.

    Listening to music makes me happy, for it reminds me again that the universe and all its forms came out of my Original Song — which was the Voice of Silence.

    When God makes me sing this Song again, those who love me will be lost in the Song and will see me as the real Self in everyone.

    I am eternally talking in your talk and I am bored with the talk, for it is all idle when it is not lived. I will speak when I feel like saying the Word which was spoken in the Beginningless Beginning — for that is the only Word worth speaking. Words are the prose of the world, and the world is my burden; my language is the poetry of my creative Word, and when I speak that Word it will touch the hearts of all men and its divine touch will make them feel the oneness of all. Then separateness will dissolve and hatred and jealousy and greed will melt away. Diversity will still be — for your life in illusion requires its experience, but behind and beneath and through all the diversity will be the feeling and knowledge of oneness; and the so-called sinner will feel that he one day will be a saint, and the saint will know that God is in the sinner as much as in himself.

    Ages and ages ago I performed the grand miracle of bringing the whole of this illusory creation out of myself. I will perform another such miracle when I break my silence. It will be the first and the last in my present incarnation. I will not raise the dead, but make those who live for the world dead to it. I will not give sight to the blind, but make those who see the world as reality blind to it so that they shall see me as I am.

    My whole mission is to utter this Word of Truth which will pierce the mind of man and go straight to his heart. That will be my moment of fulfilment — and the opening of the flood-gate of Grace will be the opening up of new ways to eternity.

    With the dawn of the realization of the unity of all life, hatred and dissension will cease. To love will be natural and so it will be easy for men to understand one another, and they will enjoy a brotherhood in the realization of the oneness of God.

    When I break my Silence, which must be soon, all who have known me, or who know me in their hearts in some degree will see me: some a glimpse, some a little more and some still more. It will be as when an electric power-house is switched on: whatever bulbs are connected to it will be lit: small bulbs will give a dim light, big bulbs a bright light; but from bulbs that are fused there will not be any light.

    I have come not to teach but to awaken. From the beginning of man-time I have laid down principles and given precepts for men’s well-being, but they have made a mockery of my teaching. Instead of practising the compassion I taught, men have waged wars in my name; instead of living the humility, purity and truth of my words they have given way to hatred, greed and violence.

    Because men in the past have been deaf to the principles and precepts given them, this time I am silent. You have asked for, and been given, enough words — it is now time to live them. To get nearer to God you have to get further and further from ‘I,’ ‘my,’ ‘Me’ and ‘mine.’ You do not have to renounce anything but your own self. It is just as simple and as impossible as that. But it is possible by my Grace. And I have come to release that Grace.

    I am the divine Beloved who loves you more than you can ever love yourself. When I release the flood of Truth — which is what I have come to do — men’s daily lives will be the living precepts, and the words I have not spoken will come to life in them.

    The time of Grace is so near that the only thing that can count now is love.




 

Balthazar - The Madman

by Kahlil Gibran First Illustration from The madman, his parables and poems


And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.  And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”
Thus I became a madman.

– Khalil Gibran

by Kahlil Gibran Second Illustration

In an insane world you must be mad to be sane.

In an upside down world true sanity appears as strange and dangerous.

Things are so backwards that it seems impossible to be happy, that it is seen as dangerous to love, that it is seen as madness to be honest and authentic.
In this absurd world the only thing that makes any sense is to be radically authentic to ones self – even if it is the opposite of society

A person needs to discover their own innate insanity.
Madness, a divine madness that knows nothing of the conditioned and calculating head.  That mind which is borrowed from and implanted by society.

 The Madman

The one who unquestioningly follows their heart is a madman.
The one who unfailing listens to the soul and heeds it’s urgings is the madman.

The madman is dangerous – not that he will physically hurt you, but he will shatter your illusions. He is unpredictable, wild, and untamed.
You will feel uneasy around him because he does not prop up your house of lies.

She cannot be contained or influenced. You cannot bribe her with money or status. You cannot control her through fear or desire.

The madman loves his madness, he does not reject it. For he knows that his madness is his treasure, is his very life-force itself.

He sees animals and small children in their natural madness and knows his madness to be alike there’s, but more – more mature, more balanced, more conscious. And also sly, for he can conceal his madness if necessary. Only the twinkle in his eye betrays the chaotic kosmos within.

The madman is a drunkard, and a hopeless lover
She owns nothing, wants nothing, lacks nothing.

He is mad precisely because he is not mad.
She is utterly natural, spontaneous, unburdened, innocent.


The mind is insane. Society is insane. And the mind is societies conditioning in you.

“Normal” is to be profoundly inwardly sick. Beneath nearly everyone’s smiley mask is a mountain of pain, fear, sorrow, anger, anxiety, neuroticism, and insanity. Everyone you see is a dormant walking volcano that only doesn’t erupt because they have learned to suppress their inner energies.

And psychologists beleive themselves to be the caretakers of the inmates, when they are actually the most serious cases!

It is the mind which is truly insane – the mind acting without the lead of the heart and soul.

So you take up the title of a “madman” to console the sane ones. So that they wont be too upset and bothered by you.
When you are in an insane asylum, what else can you do but tell the inmates not to worry?   That “I am insane, don’t be upset by me. Don’t take me seriously.”

You have to be sly. Even though you know that it is really they who are mad and you who are sane.  That is the only way to get out of the madhouse without being stoned…
or crucified.

The freedom of madness

A man needs a healthy dose of madness, else he will never do anything great, anything new, anything real.
If you want to be truly alive and truly free you must be mad.

It is the mad ones who find the treasure.
It is only the mad ones who are daring enough to break free.
It is the mad ones who have all the fun.

You must be utterly mad
Mad to dance, laugh, and cry
Mad to live and mad to die

Mad to be oneself,
And mad enough to lose oneself.

Mad enough to risk everything for freedom, for truth, for the heart, for love.
Mad enough to lose all respectability if it means staying true to life and to oneself.
Mad enough to go to the depths of Hell and find therein Heaven.
Mad enough to go into insanity if need be to discover true sanity.

Be totally MAD!
Let people feel that you are dangerous, crazy, and weird. Let them fear you and admire you even as they fear you.
You madness will protect you from being chained and also from the chains of being understood.
Let them be afraid to get too close – lest their excuses and illusions are destroyed by your fire.
Lest the fire spreads to them and they catch your madness also.

Revel in your madness
Run naked through the streets shouting wildy
Learn to love your madness, your primordial chaos.
Dare to be ecstatic, dare to be untamed.

Go crazy, and not just a little. Go all the way.
Be The Madman 





 

Sunday, November 3, 2019

Sailor Bob Adamson - Questions for contemplation




Questions for contemplation 

    Did you come to learn or get something here? Something new? Something you don’t have or are not yet? It can be very subtle!
    If it is sat-chit-ananda as Hinduism calls it – existence (being), consciousness (knowing), bliss (loving to be or stillness) then:

    Can you deny your being? (Try not to be!);
    Are you unaware (unconscious)?;
    Would you rather be dead?
    Doesn’t it mean that YOU ARE THAT (sat-chit-ananda) already?

    If is true what they say in the great mantra (Mahavakya) – I Am That – wouldn’t it be essential to look what the word ‘THAT’ represents?

    What is THAT in our language?
    What is not THAT?

    What is the word after all?

    What is the word “I” or “ME”?
    Where you born with any words?
    How were they acquired?

    If Buddhism points to it as ‘non-conceptual, ever fresh presence awareness and nothing else (just this) – are you not aware of this presence right now?

    What else do you expect if they say ‘just this, nothing else’?

    In Christianity we have Omnipresence, Omnipotence, Omniscience, what does it mean?

    Isn’t ‘Omnipotence’ the TOTAL power? Is there any room for Higher Power, power of thought or entity doing something?
    Is it any other power running the universe or your body?
    Are you doing (do you have power to do) digestion or replacing cells in the body?
    Are you doing seeing or thinking (how?)?
    Isn’t ‘Omnipresence’ the TOTAL presence? Can ‘you’ be separated or excluded?
    Isn’t ‘Omniscience’ the TOTAL knowing?

    Is belief ever the actual? (example: Thought of lust is a sin, Earth is flat, Santa Claus is real…) Is that true when investigated?
    When we seek to become whole and complete – we want liberation – who is that for? Who is the “we”? Is there a personal self?
    Is the Person ever a reality? Where did that word ‘Person’ come from? Doesn’t it mean THE MASK in Latin? The Mask of a conceptual image?
    Isn’t the conceptual image based in believed past? Isn’t it dead? Where is the freshness and newness in it?
    Relating to the false image, what are you going to liberate yourself from?

    What realisation and for who?

    Do you still believe you can find the answer in the mind?

    Do you think you can get peace of mind?
    What is the nature of mind? How does it vibrate into interrelated opposites? Can it work in any other way?
    What is there when vibration ceases for a moment or is not attended to?
    If there was an answer in thought, how long would that be valid for? And why hasn’t anybody found it there yet?

    Is the word – the actual? Can the word water – make you wet; or word fire – burn?

    Is it any different with the rest of the words in the manifestation? Are they the real things?
    Isn’t it dream-like illusion sustained by the energy of belief (attention)?

    Is there anything permanent or static in the manifestation? Anything solid?

    Do you have the same body you were born with?
    Where is that original cell, sperm and ovum dividing into a foetus – right now?
    Did it start then or much earlier, when your parents where eating food and breathing prana which enabled these cells to form?

    What is the body anyway? What is it made of?

    Is any of the elements (air, matter (earth), fire (temperature), water, space separate from the totality?
    Can you separate yourself from (remove) water (body is mostly water!), air, heat or space?
    Can you function if you stop replenishing them from the environment?

    Isn’t the body just a vibrating pattern of energy? When you break it to elements or further to subatomic particles or waves or energy – isn’t it as they say the no-thing? Isn’t it the same with every form in this manifestation made of phenomena?
    What is phenomena, how does the dictionary explains it? Isn’t it that, which appears to be?
    So are you this body?

    Don’t you call it my body just like my coat or my car?
    Could the body be a kind of coat or car?
    Doesn’t language suggest it when you say you are an owner of the body or coat or car?
    Who is that owner?

    Are you this mind?

    Don’t you say my mind just the same way?
    Can you show me your mind?
    Is it anything else other than thought?
    What is thought? Isn’t it a subtle sound or vibration of energy?

    How did it all start after the baby was born?

    What can you remember without words, before reasoning and storing memory was possible?
    How did you learn you are a person, who told you and what did they say you were?
    What did you add to it, what are you relating to as “me” right now?
    Isn’t it all relating to the past events? How else would you know what you like or dislike?
    Isn’t this reference point a dualism?
    Can there be a duality in non-duality?

    If ego is a problem, can you get rid of it? Who would be trying to remove it if not ego itself?
    Is there such a thing as an ego?
    In relating to past image of what is good or bad; and wanting to keep the good and push away the bad – aren’t we in conflict with what is right now? Isn’t it RESISTANCE?

    Doesn’t conflict make you anxious, depressed, uneasy?
    Isn’t un-easiness a dis-ease?
    Isn’t all the psychological suffering a conflict or dis-ease?
    What if you don’t relate it to a reference point (me)? Where does it go?

    How about Nature? Does it relate anything to anything? Doesn’t it also vibrate in opposites, day/night, summer/winter – without any conflict? Does silence fight the sound?

25 Are you anything other than Nature?

    How to do the investigation? Look: Are you seeing right now?

    Did you decide to start it in the morning? Or was it there, already available as the rest of functioning?
    Isn’t it the same seeing with you right now? Content is different, but has the seeing capacity change?
    Isn’t it the same with hearing?
    Does my eye tell me “I see”? Does it say “Look at this, look at that”?
    Isn’t the thought “I see” merely a translation of the mind creating a subject-object split in plain singular seeing?
    Can that thought “I see” actually see? Close your eyes and check!
    If eye is only an instrument and thought only translation – WHAT IS SEEING?
    Same way – does the thought “I hear” – actually hear?
    Is the thought “I’m aware” – your awareness? I choose – the choice maker?
    Can you choose thoughts? Would you ever have unhappy thoughts if you could choose them?

    How many thoughts can a CORPSE have? How much can it see or hear?
    How much information can you get out of the computer if the power is not ON?
    How long are you searching? Could it be that you are seeking in the wrong place?
    Do you think you can find it in future? Become something? Is becoming – being? If it is to be found in time, can you trust it? If it has a beginning, wouldn’t it be just passing phenomena, experience? Is that what you want? Pleasure? Bliss?
    Isn’t TIME the mind? Is there a past or future or time if you don’t think about it?
    Who are you if you don’t think about it? Who are you without your past? Would the conceptual answer ever satisfy you? For how long?
    What is wrong with right now if you don’t think about it?

 
 

Anita Moorjani - Enveloped in oneness




At the end stage of cancer, Anita Moorjani's organs had completely shut down. She weighed 80 pounds, lost all ability to move and eventually fell into a coma. She had tumors the size of lemons throughout her lymphatic system, from the base of her skull to below her abdomen. Her brain was filled with fluid, as were her lungs. Her skin developed lesions that were weeping with toxins. The doctors were sure she wouldn't make it through the night.
This is what she experienced - in her own words:

"In the near-death state, I was more acutely aware of all that was going on than I've ever been in a normal physical state. I wasn't using my five biological senses, yet I was keenly taking everything in, much more than if I'd been using my physical organs. It was as though another, completely different type of perception kicked in, and more than just perceive, I seemed to also encompass everything that was happening, as though I was slowly merging with it all.
I knew when people came in to see me, who they were and what they were doing, although my physical eyes were closed. The sharpness of my perception was more intense than if I'd been using my physical senses. I seemed to just know and understand everything - not only what was going on around me, but also what everyone was feeling, as though I were able to see and feel through each person.
I was extremely aware of every detail, but I couldn't physically feel anything - except a release and a level of freedom I'd never known before. I felt no emotional attachment to my lifeless body as it lay there on the hospital bed. It didn't feel as though it were mine. I felt free, liberated and magnificent. Every pain, ache, sadness, and sorrow was gone.
I began to feel weightless and to become aware that I was able to be anywhere at any time... and this didn't seem unusual. It felt normal, as though this were the real way to perceive things.
I started to notice how I was continuing to expand to fill every space, until there was no separation between me and everything else. I encompassed - no, became - everything and everyone.
I was fully aware of every word of the conversation that was taking place between my family and the doctors, although it was physically some distance away, outside my room. I saw the frightened expression on my husband's face and could feel his fear. It was as though, in that instant, I became him.
Simultaneously I became aware that my brother was thousands of miles away on an airplane, coming to see me. I saw him and his worried look.
Each time my emotions took over the situation and I felt myself being drawn into the drama of the physical realm, I discovered myself starting to expand again, and I felt a release from all attachment.
I continued to be fully aware of every detail of every procedure that was being administered to me, while to the outside world I appeared to be in a coma.
I felt a sense of freedom and liberation that I'd never experienced in my physical life before. I can only describe this as the combination of joy mixed with a generous sprinkling of jubilation and happiness. A superb and glorious unconditional love surrounded me, wrapping me tight as I continued to let go.
I didn't feel as though I'd physically gone somewhere else - it was more as though I'd awakened. Perhaps I'd finally been roused from a bad dream. My consciousness was finally realizing its true magnificence and in doing so, it was expanding beyond my body and this physical world, until it encompassed not only this existence, but continued to expand into another realm that was beyond time and space, and at the same time included it. Love, joy, ecstasy and awe poured into me, through me, and engulfed me. I was swallowed up and enveloped in more love than I ever knew existed. I felt more free and alive than I ever had. As I described, I suddenly knew things that weren't physically possible, such as the conversations between medical staff and my family that were taking place far away from my hospital bed.
The overwhelming sensations were in a realm of their own, and words don't exist to describe them. The feeling of complete, pure, unconditional love was unlike anything I'd known before.
To my amazement, I became aware of the presence of my father, who'd died ten years earlier. There were no words, but I clearly understood. And then I recognized the essence of my best friend, Soni, who'd died three years prior. I felt what I can only describe as excitement as their presence enveloped me like a warm embrace, and I was comforted. I was also aware of other beings around me. I didn't recognize them, but I knew they loved me very much. It was tremendously comforting for me to reconnect with Soni's essence. I felt nothing but unconditional love, both from her and for her. And then, just as I experienced that, it was as though my essence merged with Soni's and I became her. I understood that she was here, there, and everywhere. She was able to be in all places at all times for all her loved ones.
Although I was no longer using my five physical senses, I had unlimited perception, as if a new sense had become available, one that was more heightened than any of our usual faculties. I had 360-degree peripheral vision with total awareness of my surroundings. And as amazing as it all sounds, it still felt almost normal. Being in a body now felt confining. Time felt different in that realm, too, and I felt all moments at once.
My awareness in that expanded realm was indescribable, despite my best efforts to explain it. The clarity was amazing. And then I was overwhelmed by the realization that God isn't a being, but a state of being... and I was now that state of being!
In that state of clarity, I also realized that I'm not who I'd always thought I was: Here I am without my body, race, culture, religion, or beliefs... yet I continue to exist. I certainly don't feel reduced or smaller in any way. On the contrary, I haven't ever been this huge, this powerful, or this all-encompassing.
I felt eternal, as if I'd always existed and always would without beginning or end.
I was transformed in unimagenable clarity as I realized that this magnificent essence was really me. It was the truth of my being. The understanding was so clear: I was looking into a new paradigm of self, becoming the crystalline light of my own awareness. Nothing interfered with the flow, glory, and amazing beauty of what was taking place.
I realized that the entire universe is alive and infused with consciousness, encompassing all of life and nature. We're all facets of that Unity - we're all One.
Even though I hadn't always been close to my father while I was growing up, all I could feel emanating from him now was glorious, unconditional, pure love. The cultural pressures he'd put on me during life had all dropped away, because they were all only part of physical existence. None of that matters after death; those values didn't carry through into the afterlife. It truly felt amazing, as though I'd finally come home! Our communication wasn't verbal, but a complete melding of mutual comprehension. It wasn't just that I understood my father - it was as though I became him.
Not to mention that the state of unconditional love was just so blissful, I couldn't bear the thought of returning. I wanted to stay where I was forever and ever. The unconditional love and acceptance was incredible, and I wanted to cross the threshold in order to continue to experience it for eternity.
It was though I was enveloped in the oneness, the pure essence of every living being, without their pains, dramas, and egos. I understood that at the core, our essence is made of pure love. We are pure love - every single one of us.
As though to confirm my realization, I became aware of both my father and Soni communicating to me: Now that you know the truth of who you really are, go back and live your life fearlessly!"

After her NDE Anitas condition improved so rapidly that she could be released from the hospital within weeks... without a trace of cancer in her body.



 

Friday, November 1, 2019

Maya Angelou - A brave and startling truth

Image - Planet Earth, 'The Pale Blue Dot', as captured by the Voyager 1 (NASA/JPL)



 We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.