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Editors: Jerry Katz, Gloria Lee, Christiana Duranczyk, Michael Read,
John Metzger

Highlights Issue #1053

Friday, April 26, 2002

Today's Highlights Compiled, Edited, and Designed
Gloria Lee

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Editorial Quote for Today 

Life is not separate from death. It only looks that way.

-- Native American Proverb


robots/The Age of Spiritual Machines 


Tao Te Ching 

Stephen Mitchell's translation online. 


a beautiful near death experience 

I don't remember from where I copied this link...
However, thanks to the person who posted it.

Very interesting!!!


A taste from the above essay:

"I thought of myself as a human for the first time, and I was happy
to be that. From what I have seen, I would be happy to be an atom in
this universe. An atom."

I am happy to be a part of this co-creation here. And deeply
grateful. And filled with love. This is a recommended read. A
validation of my own crazy, broken, perfect unfoldment, maybe of
yours too.

Do you have a favorite short passage from this account? I would love
to hear what it is.



trinkets anyone? 

laugh!what else is there? heeheehee - michael 

and Shape Up 

hope your pc can play this - its too funny! 


There were two monks studying in a seminary and bothwere passionately fond of smoking. Their problem was ,"Am I allowed to smoke when praying ?"They couldn't come to an agreement , so each one saidhe would go his superior.Upon meeting again later , one monk asked the otherif his abbot said it was all right to smoke.He said , "No , I was berated soundly for even mentioning it.What did your abbot say ? "The other replied ,"My abbot was delighted with me.He said it was fine. What did you ask your abbot?""I asked him if I can smoke when I am praying?"Well , there you have it. I asked ,"Can I pray when I am smoking?" 


Consciousness SpeaksRamesh Balsekar


from MillionPaths

That inner Self, as the primeval Spirit,
Eternal, ever effulgent, full and infinite Bliss,
Single, indivisible, whole and living,

Shines in everyone as the witnessing awareness
That self in its splendour, shining in the cavity of the heart…
This self is neither born nor dies,
Neither grows nor decays, 
Nor does it suffer any change.
When a pot is broken, the space within it is not,
And similarly, when the body dies the Self in it remains eternal…

Ramana Maharshi

from HarshaSatsangh

Everywhere i go now,
i hear people saying nothing much
that matters very much to me.
i realize this sounds so arrogant, and so full of i,
but seriously, with a serious but mirthful smirk,
i say that this is so for everywhere i go i see no Joy.
i see not alot of that Heart-Joy that the finest Jnani ever,
That Incomparable Mountain of Light who was called Bhagavan
had in his gloriously, giddyingly Glad-Heart of Imoveable Bliss.
What is that makes some think Advaita has no Heart?
Why are some so convinced that Love and Beauty have to go?
For the True Mystic Lover, like that Jnani Ramana, He WAS,
everything and all are just One big Happy Heart of Quiet Joy!
God! Did he give the Silence a new ring of freedom for us!
So everywhere i wander nowadays is something like going mad.
Going bonkers and rioting through hearts to break them open.
to shake away that ever-gnawing notion of being Nothing.
We are the Best and Fullest of Nothing's Mostest Boast!
We are the laughing One who knows we are the Heart of Love!
So sometimes i feel a little disillusioned with the folks i touch.
There is no Heart-Joy, no Utter Happy Gladness to Love Bhagavan,
to be Loved by Him and to let everything be his Song again,
and to then begin to burn as a wonderful and marvelous JoyHeart,
a OneHeart that holds Sri Ramana, Buddha, the All of Allah's boys.
And the goddess giggling girls of this Love that knows Itself,
what a whipping post we make of our hearts when we think,
when we dare to think we can wipe out the echoes of Love,
Of Love's Own etched songs in this Flute-glass of a Heart.
Try to give a little glad to the Dance and God will whirl-whorl,
God will willingly want to tell you everything you want to know,
and then some. And then sometime soon after,
Oh! He will tell You about Love and Heart-Joy
and Love and LOVE. He will Love You as Love Itself,
and That is Who You Are.

Love, let it do Its thing!


Forgetfulness of your real nature
is true death;
remembrance of it rebirth.  


The Essential Teachings of Ramana Maharshi


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