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The Nondual Highlights

The Best of the Internet's Nonduality Email Lists, Forums, Web sites, and More

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

Highlights Issue #1057

Tuesday, April 30, 2002

Today's Highlights compiled, edited and designed by Michael Read

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editor's note: though you may be a legless beggar in Bombay, a baron of industry in New York, a housewife and working mother, gay-straight-confused, a christian-moslem-jew-shiite-hindu-zen, whatever ::: you look like god to me. how can you not say you are lovely?

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Mace Mealer

If one likes what one reads here

one is trapped by the attachment of attraction.

If one does not like what one reads here

one is trapped by the attachment of aversion.

Why seek wonder in words like non duality?

When the real question and answer is:

"Who's on first?"

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--- In [email protected], "lastrainhome" wrote:

When I was 24, I asked Christ to show himself to me.

I laid on the couch and said, "Jesus....If you are

alive........please contact me".

I said that about a hundred times.......................nothing

happened.

I went to bed, and before falling asleep, I started moving through

beautiful white clouds.

After traveling a great distance, I came to an amphitheater in the

sky........way down below was a tiny figure.....dressed in a brown

robe......He was reading a book..............I flew down where He

was............and he smiled at me.......

I now know that it was my own face ....... just waiting for an

invitation......

Hide and seek.......seek and find......

The seeker creates its own fulfillment.

It is a closed loop....and It contains everything.

The seeker will not be content until it finds the sought.

Your tail is now chasing you.

If you manage to catch your tail......there will be a reversal of the

Big Bang.

You are in the end-game

The tiger tenses.

Tell your loved ones how much you love them............

Kiss your ass good-by.

Love Michael

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--- In [email protected], "mountainashe" wrote:

being to timelessness as it's to time,

love did no more begin than love will end;

where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim

love is the air the ocean and the land

love is the voice under all silences,

the hope which has no opposite in fear;

the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:

the truth more first than sun more last than star

-do lovers love?why then to heaven with hell.

Whatever sages say and fools, all's well

e e cummings

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--- In [email protected], "lastrainhome" wrote:

Pick

Sometimes, on my weekly visit, I would bring Bill and his wife fish

dinners from the little seafood retaurant down the block.

He would always be pleased and say how much he loved their fried cod.

The main recipient of the fish was his old cat, named Pick.

Pick would sit on the old orange footstool

next to the avacado colored chair.

He would wait patiently as the bite sized pieces were offered.

Bills cancer was complicated by several strokes which left him unable

to move.

He would lay on his back and follow your movements with his right eye.

Pick, who was aloof the everyone else, would sit by his side.

As the disease progressed, Pick would lay on Bills chest and purr.

Sometimes Bills arms would tremor and Pick would lay there......eyes

half closed.....purring.

The hospice nurse would arrive.....shoo Pick away........He would

wait until her car left and return to Bills chest.

I wasn't there when he died but his wife told me that Pick had laid

on Bills forehead head......purring.

He left only when Bills breath left.

Bills wife was also quite ill.

She went to a convalescent hospital.

I drove around the block for several weeks.......looking for

Pick.....I never saw him again.

Every once in a while, I think how comforting

it must have been for Bill to have the warmth of that old

cat.........purring.....so close.

I never liked cats..........until I met Pick.

Michael

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Krazy Kat

George Herriman's Krazy Kat

http://jefferson.village.virginia.edu/crocker/

from the page:

For ostracized though he may be, Krazy has good reason for wishing to maintain his position as the official Other of Coconino County; it gives him license to shift roles at necessity and at whim, he has freedom in his changeable identity. This freedom results from Herriman's understanding that identity is constructed through the continual misrecognition of political, social, and discursive parameters for natural constraints on subjectivity. The destabilized identity of Krazy suggests the possibility of a new, less fixed and more liberated kind of subject. Herriman could not explicitly describe such a subject, but suggested it with the naive inscrutability of the Kat, writing in 1917 to ... be not harsh with "Krazy" -- He is but a shadow himself, caught in the web of this mortal skein. We call him "cat", We call him "crazy", Yet he is neither. At some time he will ride away to you, people of the twilight. His password will be the echoes of a vesper bell, his coach a zephyr from the West -- Forgive him, for you will understand him no better than we who linger on this side of the pale.