Friday, May 14, 2021

Charles Coutarel Sattoji~ " The Danse..."


 I know nothing about non-duality, the Advaita, the Vedas, little more about the sacred texts or their exegeses...
hardly about the Tao or Buddhism, or Sufism... and no more about the "New-age"...
The only thing I know, that I recognize, is whether I am here in the moment, or already elsewhere...
and the taste of difference... especially ... this taste there... of the Here of being... in itself... and it is not a theory, it is applicable, direct, concrete, sensitive, without argument or quibble.
It is simply what I share here, this reversal of attention towards consciousness itself that I have called "conscious attention", which is only my way of presenting something ... which is pointed out elsewhere in various teachings or testimonies in significantly different ways. I made it an axis and a tool for a simple life in consciousness.
Finally, I would say to researchers, the experiences of "awakening", or other "satori", or "enlightenment", as amazing, glorious and revealing as they may be, ...anecdotal.
Everyone comes down to earth. However, the living and present consciousness here now is not.
All experiences, whether sublime, ordinary or awful, appear, unfold and resolve in this consciousness.
It itself not experience, not representative, but place of reception of all ... experiments.
 Life goes on... Of course this does not solve dreams and other fantasized hopes of all kinds...
" The sky is not blue"... but here no need. It is free"....

____________ Nice day....




Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj ~ Ocean of peace and bliss

"The spiritual aspirant,
the first moment of Bliss
and its continuous growth."

The ever-awaited first moment was the moment when I was convinced that I was not an individual at all.
The idea of my individuality had set me burning so far.
The scalding pain was beyond my capacity to endure;
but there is not even a trace of it now, I am no more an individual.

There is nothing to limit my being now.
The ever present anxiety and the gloom have vanished and now I am all beatitude, pure knowledge, pure consciousness.

The tumors of innumerable desires and passion were simply unbearable,
but fortunately for me, I got hold of the hymn “Hail, Preceptor”,
and on its constant recitation, all the tumors of passions withered away as with a magic spell!

I am ever free now. I am all bliss, sans spite, sans fear.
This beatific conscious form of mine now knows no bounds.
I belong to all and everyone is mine.
The “all” are but my own individuations, and these together go to make up my beatific being.
There is nothing like good or bad, profit or loss, high or low, mine or not mine for me.
Nobody opposes me and I oppose none for there is none other than myself.
Bliss reclines on the bed of bliss. The repose itself has turned into bliss.

There is nothing that I ought or ought not to do, but my activity goes on everywhere, every minute.
Love and anger are divided equally among all, as are work and recreation.
My characteristics of immensity and majesty, my pure energy, and my all,
having attained to the golden core, repose in bliss as the atom of atoms.
My pure consciousness shines forth in majestic splendor.

Why and how the consciousness became self-conscious is obvious now.
The experience of the world is no more of the world as such, but is the blossoming forth of the selfsame conscious principle, God, and what is it?
It is pure, primal knowledge, conscious form, the primordial “I” consciousness that is capable of assuming any form it desires. It is designated as God.
The world as the divine expression is not for any profit or loss; it is the pure, simple, natural flow of beatific consciousness. There are no distinctions of God and devotee, nor Brahman and Maya.
He that meditated on the bliss and peace is himself the ocean of peace and bliss.
Glory to the eternal truth, Sad-Guru, the Supreme Self.




Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Dorothy Walters ~ The Evolute


If you wish to transmute,

open yourself to change.

Le the vibrations of transmutation

flow through your being

like a gentle wind  caressing a rose

that opens its mouth to rain,

a bud that waits

for the awakening sun.

Yes, you can hear without ears,

see without eyes.

These are done by the invisibles

again and again,

even without your knowing

or recognition.

But if you are wed

to the realm

of the senses,

you will not reach

the kingdom I describe.

You will reject its perfections

for a world more familiar,

and wonder why anyone

would desire to enter

the realm of the immutable––

you will be content to remain

where you are, perishable

as a shadow in moonlight.

You will never know

the world of

formless beyond form,

the permanent after the ephemeral,

the embrace of ultimate bliss,

union with the unseen divine.

You will never find

your cosmic lover,

trembling as the earth shudders,

shaking within as secret love enters,

all in time with the leaf that wavers

now in your chest.