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Sunday, November 22, 2020

Chelan Harkin - Oh world!

 


Oh world,
I’ve been trying to convince you
of my sanity for far too long!
Trying to hold it together,
play the part.
I’m ready for the sacred undoing!
I’m ready to give up the game
I'm delighted to say I've lost!
Here is my raw, naked heart
my soul is ready to strip down
and streak through social conventions!
I am tired of pretending with you
that I’m ok with anything short of the sweetest,
most tender intimacy
I’m un-signing my name
from these social contracts
enabling extreme blandness and terrible distance
from our hearts!
Come close and I will kiss your face,
come closer and I will offer you
every jewel in my soul
come closer still and I’ll delightedly
give you my very life
and then go into my closets to see
what else I have in there for you!
Friend, it doesn't take much
to destroy social norms
all it takes is to crack open
the sacred, wild barrel
of love in your chest
and offer it to whoever
might pass by.

 


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Thursday, November 19, 2020

The joy of Jeff Foster's true meditation

 


Sometimes they ask me:
′′ Jeff, are you meditating? ′′
The answer is no, not at all.
Or, well, yes, I do,
it all depends
of what you call meditating.
I have no practice
of formal meditation.
No schedule.
No technique.
No incense.
No pics of gurus
on my
pedestal table.
I never say to myself:
′′ I'm meditating now. ′′
And yet,
throughout the day,
I find myself in full meditation.
Absorbed in the Immediate.
What the hell is this meditation then?
Pure fascination for the moment,
exactly as it is...
Absolute consent...
Any experience
Bathing in curiosity.
I'm not adding anything.
I'm not taking anything away.
No goal.
No search.
No agenda.
No special state to reach.
No special experience to have.
Pure wonder.
The extraordinary banality of what is.
The life lived...
At the end of the day
it's not something I do.
At the end of the day
that's who i really am.
This open consciousness,
childish, innocent,
gently absorbing
every sound,
every picture,
every smell,
every feeling,
every sentiment,
tenderly attracting a ′′ world ",
yes, embracing a world
like a mother
hug her young child.
So I am the mother of my world.
I am the space that contains the ordinary.
I am silence at the heart of things.
I am the ability of joy and sorrow.
I never need
to look for an experience
more ′′ alive ",
deeper ′′ or ′′ spiritual ′′
because this ordinary moment
is so deeply sacred.
So beautiful...
Flooded with grace...
Complete.
Always complete.
The cracked glass from a shelter.
The look of a stranger,
hiding and betraying
centuries of pain and nostalgia.
The thrill on my cheek
when i go meet a good friend.
I used to meditate...
Meditation has entered my bones.
Now I am the meditation...
The immensity that embraces an entire world.

 


 


Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Jed McKenna - The Whole Truth

Well, I am certainly wiser than this man. It is only too likely that neither of us has any knowledge to boast of; but he thinks that he knows something which he does not know, whereas I am quite conscious of my ignorance. At any rate it seems that I am wiser than he is to this small extent, that I do not think that I know what I do not know.
-Socrates


WHAT DO YOU KNOW? Really. What, with absolute certainty, do you know? Put aside all opinions, beliefs and theories for a moment and address this one simple question: What do you know for sure? Or, as Thoreau put it:

“Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe… through church and state, through poetry and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call reality, and say, This is, and no mistake; and then begin…”

In other words, let’s cut the crap and figure out what we know for sure. The cogito does exactly that, and it’s very simple. The question is: What do you know?

The answer is: I Am.

All other so-called facts are really non-facts and belong in the category of consensual reality and relative truth, i.e., unreal reality and untrue truth.

Cogito ergo sum is the equation that proves the fact. But first, before we go on, let’s ask what else we know. What else can be said for certain?

Nothing. We don’t know anything else. And that’s the real point of the cogito. The importance of I Am isn’t that it’s a fact, but that it’s the only fact.

I Am is the only thing anyone has ever known or will ever know. Everything else, all religion and philosophy and science, can never be more than dream interpretation. There is no other fact than I Am.

The cogito is the seed of the thought that destroys the universe. Beyond the cogito, nothing is known. Beyond the cogito, nothing can be known. Except I Am, no one knows anything. No man or god can claim to know more. No god or array of gods can exist or be imagined that know more than this one thing: I Am.

We can’t avoid letting this topic drift briefly into the Old Testament. When Moses asked God His name, God answered, “I am that I am.” The name God gives for Himself is I Am.

Note that I Am is unconjugatible. It allows of no variation. God doesn’t say, “My name is I Am, but you can call me You Are, or He Is.” The cogito, the I Am pronouncement, does not extend beyond one’s own subjective knowing. I can say I Am and know it as truth, but I can’t say you are, he is, she is, we are, they are, it is, etc. I know I exist and nothing else. Understood thusly, I Am, aka God, truly is the Alpha and the Omega; the entirety of being, of knowledge, of you.

The cogito is the line between fantasy and reality. On one side of the cogito is a universe of beliefs and ideas and theories. To cross the line is to leave all that behind. No theory, concept, belief, opinion or debate can have any possible basis in reality once the ramifications of the cogito have fully saturated the mind. No dialogue can take place across that line because nothing that makes sense on either side makes sense on the other.

Everyone thinks they understand the cogito, but nobody does. Descartes himself didn’t. If professors of philosophy truly understood the cogito, they wouldn’t be professors of philosophy. Alfred North Whitehead said that all philosophy is a footnote to Plato, but all philosophy, Plato included, is rendered obsolete and irrelevant by the cogito. Nothing but the subjective I Am is true, so what’s the point of prattling on? There’s simply nothing else to say.

The cogito isn’t a mere thought or an idea, it’s an ego-eating virus that, if we are able to lower our defenses against it, will eventually devour all illusion. Once we know the cogito, we can begin systematically unknowing everything we think we know, and unraveling the self we think we are. To understand the cogito at the surface level takes a minute or so. To let it devour you from the inside out can take years.

Life is but a dream. There is no such thing as objective reality.

Two cannot be proven. Nothing can be shown to exist. Time and space, love and hate, good and evil, cause and effect, are all just ideas. Anyone who says they know anything is really saying they don’t know the only thing. Any assertion of truth other than I Am is a confession of ignorance. The greatest religious and philosophical thoughts and ideas in the history of man contain no more truth than the bleating of sheep. The greatest books contain no more truth than the greatest luncheon meats.

No one knows anything.

Disprove it for yourself. Anyone wishing to deny these statements about the meaning of the cogito need merely prove that something, anything, is true. By all means, give it a try; smash your head against it, but it can’t be done. The cogito is like a Molotov cocktail with which we can firebomb our own mind, safe in the knowledge that truth doesn’t burn. This, however, is not the end of the journey of awakening.

It’s just the beginning.

 

 

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Thursday, November 12, 2020

Rumi ♡ "Drunk on Love"

 

 "There is no angel so sublime, He wispered,
Who can be granted for one moment
What is granted you forever.
And I hung my head, astounded.

My Heart, that dervish vagabond,
Poured me the wine of oblivion.
I stagger to the House of Wine
Dancing, dancing, dragging this old cloak.

How can you ever hope to know the Beloved
Without becoming in every cell the Lover?
And when you are the Lover at last, you don't care.
Whatever you know or don't - only Love is real.

If one drop of Divine Drunkenness fell
On the intellects of everyone in the world,
The world and its beings, free will, and obedience -
All, all, would vanish in a moment.

The sail of the ship of man's being is belief.
When there is a sail, the wind can carry him
To place after place of power and wonder.
No sail, all words are winds.

You say you have seen Him, but your eyes are two stones.
You say you have known Him, but nothing in you trembles.
You still say "I" when you speak of surviving His glory:
No one who has seen It has ever survived.

The real work of religion is permanent astonishment.
By that I don't mean in astonishment turning your back on Him -
I mean - blazing in blind ecstacy, drowned in God and drunk on Love.

Choose the company of those withdrawn in love.
Listen to those who open the path to you; listen, and don't say a word." 

 


 

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Mark McCloskey - Teachers, Gurus, Priests, Lamas, Rabbis, and others (with a touch of humour)

 Swami Baba Ganoush: How Do I Know If I'm Enlightened?

 

 

  Pure Silence, the ineffable, unknowable, the uncontained reality of this moment is freely given to all beings. There is nothing you can do to captivate it or coerce it. It is beyond capture or manipulation. It is the truth, the essence of being; it is love itself. It is you, right now: pure, free, simple, unencumbered by thought, emotion, the past or the future. You are this inexpressible wonder itself. Please know this with all your being.

    Others would tell you differently and they have and they do. Do not follow them. Do not follow anyone who says that he or she has the answer, the whole truth. The truth is not contained in any person, religion or ideology. The truth is freedom itself, and it is within you already. Perhaps the teachers, gurus, priests, rabbis, lamas and others in the world may have a glimmer of truth to share (and this is a very, very small minority of them) and if they are sincere and are compassionate, you will resonate with them. You will know in the fabric of your being itself. If they have any credibility at all they will merely be pointing you to a door: the door of your very Self, your own mind, heart, soul, whatever. They cannot enter with you. They cannot take you through. They dare not try to charge you money for that or take anything from you, including your sexuality, your free will or your trust-that is an abomination! As a matter of sad fact, some of them do not even know the door itself or where it is located. Some are so hurt within themselves that they are in desperate need of compassion, of love, of acceptance; they will do or say anything to receive this. Some of these teachers believe in themselves so much, they have lost the glimmer of truth itself. Please listen to this now. These teachers: THEY ARE NOT BETTER THAN YOU. THEY ARE NOT MORE ENLIGHTENED THAN YOU. THEY ARE NOT CLOSER TO GOD THAN YOU. THEY ARE EXACTLY THE SAME AS YOU AND I!

    (Stepping down from the soap box) I hope you heard that loud and clear. You do not need a teacher or guru. You do not need to follow a practice, to meditate, to say a mantra. You do not need to attend a church or a synagogue. You do not need to repent, to confess anything to another human being. You do not need to say prayers at certain times, on certain days, in certain places. You do not need to kneel to anyone. You do not need to follow rules and regulations and theologies or dogmas. You do not need to give money to any group, or cause or offer tithes to anyone. You do not need any sacraments or blessings. You do not need to read the Bible, the Koran, the Torah, the Gita, the Tao, the Gospels, the teachings of Buddha. No, sorry, my dear friend, this is all a big ruse, a big mistake. Without your money, without your blind obedience, these religions, teachers and traditions would fade into nothingness. No, there is nothing you need at all.

    You are that to which all these traditions, all these teachers, all these words are pointing. You are the sacrament of the divine. You are the sons and daughters of God. You are the Buddha. You are the Christ. You are the chosen. You are redeemed and saved already. You are forgiven. You are! If you stop, right now, this moment, everything, and see what is still there, what is always there in you, through you, with you. You will see that to which all these people, traditions and religions are pointing: your very Self in Pure Silence. In that is your freedom. In that is your teacher. In that is your destiny.

Freely given to you through your own self - this moment!

 


http://www.puresilence.org/teachers.htm

 

 


Thursday, November 5, 2020

Wei Wu Wei - Silence


 

 Silence ... 1

When the Maharshi tells us that silence is a more potent medium than speech we tend to be incredulous, for to us silence is merely the negation of noise.

    When he states that 'stillness is the sole requisite for the realisation of the Self as God', we know that he refers to stillness of the mind. So silence also means silence from thoughts, or, as we might prefer to say, absence of cerebration. The negation of noise as an aid to thought could never be in question, for thought must be a barrier to spiritual understanding.

    The potency of silence, of which he sometimes speaks, as indeed do others, is to be sought in the interval between thoughts, of infinitesimal duration to split-mind, but without, or of infinite, duration, in itself, since it is intemporal. To him who experiences it, it might have any conceivable duration, though to an observer it can have none. In itself it is never a momentary thing, for it is the permanent background of what we experience as time, the reality rather than the background, and in a feeble image, the screen on to which the ever-moving pictures of conceptual life are projected.

    Its incalculable potency then becomes apparent, for it is no other than whole-mind.



 

Silence ... 2

    Silence, regarded metaphysically, is considerably different from conventional silence, dualistically defined, silence as one element in a comparison of opposites, silence as the opposite and complement of noise. The silence which the Maharshi states is more powerful than speech, a more potent medium of instruction than words, the silence in which, and by which, occurs the transmission of mind via mind in which the ultimate doctrine of the Buddha was handed down from patriarch to patriarch according to the Ch'an Masters, is rather the background of the time-illusion, the interval between thoughts that is normally imperceptible to divided mind, of infinitesimal duration, but which is in itself intemporal, of no, or of infinite duration. If we can seize it, so we are told, and hold it, the mind stays open, and we are awake at last.

    What, then, is it - this metaphysical silence? Clearly it is the 'Buddha-mind' of Ch'an, the 'Witness' of Vedanta, the 'Father' of Christianity, i.e. whole-mind. The mechanism of dualism seems to be that of the escapement of a clock, which is also an instrument for recording time. One half momentarily stops the flow of time, and then the other, tic-toc, tic-toc. So does each half of split-mind, tic-toc, tic-toc, and the interval between each tick is pure movement, the background, the intemporal reality which, measured by each alternative tick, becomes time as we know it. And the tic-toc, the alternative stoppage, is the comparison of opposites, the activity of split-mind, which we know as thought and mentation.

    We can now see why every one of the awakened tells us ad nauseam that all we need to do is to arrest the movement of thought in order to know whole-mind and find ourselves awake. It explains also why wu or satori is always precipitated by a sudden sound, anything from a clap of thunder to the snapping of a twig, or, indeed, any other sensory perception whatever. Such perception momentarily arrests the eternal tic-toc of thought and, the subject being ripe, whole-mind takes possession and is no longer split.

    That the awakened continue to know divided mind, in communicating with those who remain identified, is evident, but for them that condition is the abnormal, and the state of whole-mind the normal, instead of the contrary as with the rest of us. But it is surely an error to suppose that we do not know whole-mind in our daily life - for the consciousness that is aware of our having thought is certainly that, a consciousness that is ever awake, is always present, and that alone is 'real'.



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Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Jiddu Krishnamurti - Total silence

In total silence, there is nothing;
you are nothing.
If you are something, there is no silence but noise.
When there is noise, you cannot hear or see.
When there is nothing, there is complete stability, complete security.
Then only can the mind find out if there is or is not something nameless,
something that is beyond time.
All this is meditation.

 


 

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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Ryokan - Moonlit nights

 

 True, all the seasons have moonlit nights,
But here’s the best night to see the moon.
The hills never so aloft, the streams never so clear,
In the infinite blue of autumn sky flies a disk of light.
Neither light nor gloom is graced with a life of its own.
The moon and the earth are one, and myself one with them.
The boundless sky above, and autumn chill on my skin,
I stroll about low hills, leaning upon my priceless cane.
Quiet night has held firm the flitting dust of the world.
The bright moon alone pours streams of rays all about me.
I mind it not if another like-minded is also admiring it,
Or if the moon deigns to look on others as well as on me.
Each year as autumn comes, the moon will shine as before,
And the world will watch it, will face it, till eternity.
Sermons at Mt. Ryozen, lectures in the Vale of Sokei,
Were teachings so precious, the audience needed the moon.
My meditation under the moon lasts till the ripest night.
The stream has hushed its cry, dew lies thick everywhere.
Who, among the moon-viewers tonight, will have the prize?
Who will reflect the purest moon in the lake of his mind?
Surely you all know of that riverside moon-viewing of long ago,
When Fugan alone, the rest lagging, ran beyond the flesh,
And of Yakkyo who, moon-inspired, cracked a laugh on a hilltop?
Their reputation rose high, when the feats were reported,
But over a thousand years intervene between now and then.
Men have watched for naught the vicissitudes of the moon.
I am, nonetheless, swayed in my thoughts by the ancients.
Tonight, I keep a bright vigil, my robes soaked in tears.