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Issue #1322 - Friday, January 17, 2003 - Editor: Gloria  

  Light, Where is the light?
Light the fire if you have the desire!
Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness.
Black night, black stone.
Don't let your whole life go by in the dark.
Evidently the only way to find the path is to set fire to my own life.

~Rabindranath Tagore

from The Other Syntax list

"liquid light" photo by Al Larus  


                                                                        Last Night

Last night as I was sleeping I dreamt a marvelous illusion
that there was a spring breaking out in my heart.
I said, "Along what secret aqueduct are you coming to me
Oh water, water of a new life that I have never drunk."

Last night as I was sleeping I dreamt a marvelous illusion
that there was a beehive here in my heart.
And the golden bees were making white combs
and sweet honey from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping I dreamt a marvelous illusion
that there was a fiery sun here in my heart.
It was fiery because it gave warmth as if from a hearth
And it was sun because it gave light and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I was sleeping I dreamt a marvelous illusion
that there was God here in my heart.
God, is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives who labor by night stopped, and
the water wheel of thought, is it dry?
The cup's empty, wheeling out carrying only shadows?
No!  My soul is not asleep!  My soul is not asleep!
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its clear eyes open,
far off things, and listens, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
It listens at the shores of the great silence.

                                                     ~ Antonio Machado ~    

Web version at   by Joseph Riley  

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Deafened by the voice of desire
        you are unaware the Beloved
        lives in the core of your heart.
        Stop the noise,
        and you will hear His voice
        in the silence.

                     - Rumi
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"Rumi - Whispers of the Beloved"
Selected and translated by
    Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi
Thorsons, London 1999  
from Along the Way by M J Gilbert

"This silence, this moment, every moment, if it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There's nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, 'Be more silent.' Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence."

"Be quiet in your mind, quiet in your senses, and also quiet in your body. Then, when all these are quiet, don't do anything. In that state truth will reveal itself to you. It will appear in front of you and ask," what do you want?"

"Empty yourself of everything. Let the mind rest at peace. The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return. They grow and flourish and then return to the source. Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature."
Lao Tzu

"Things that are real are given and received in Silence. God has been everlastingly working in Silence, unobserved, unheard, except by those who experience His Infinite Silence."
Meher Baba

"Be still, and know that I am (God)."
Psalm 46:10

"Thought comes to an end. Then there is that sense of absolute silence in the brain. All the movement of thought has ended."
J. Krishnamurti

"There is a silence into which the world cannot intrude. There is an ancient peace you carry in your heart and have not lost."
A Course in Miracles

"What exists in truth is the Self alone. The self is that where there is absolutely no "I" thought. That is called Silence. The Self itself is the world; the Self itself is "I"; the Self itself is God."
Ramana Maharshi

"No particular thought can be mind's natural state, only silence. Not the idea of silence, but silence itself. When the mind is in its natural state, it reverts to silence spontaneously after every experience, or, rather, every experience happens against the background of silence."
Nisargadatta Maharaj

"Whenever we moderns pause for a moment, and enter the silence, and listen very carefully, the glimmer of our deepest nature begins to shine forth, and we are introduced to the mysteries of the deep, the call of the within, the infinite radiance of a splendor that time and space forgot"
Ken Wilber

"There is nothing mind can do that cannot be better done in the mind's immobility and thought-free stillness.
When mind is still, then truth gets her chance to be heard in the purity of the silence."
~Sri Aurobindo

posted by Jan Sultan on Advaita to Zen

  Looking For A Monk And Not Finding Him
            - Li Po

            I took a small path leading
            up a hill valley, finding there
            a temple, its gate covered
            with moss, and in front of
            the door but tracks of birds;
            in the room of the old monk
            no one was living, and I
            staring through the window
            saw but a hair duster hanging
            on the wall, itself covered
            with dust; emptily I sighed
            thinking to go, but then
            turning back several times,
            seeing how the mist on
            the hills was flying, and then
            a light rain fell as if it
            were flowers falling from
            the sky, making a music of
            its own; away in the distance
            came the cry of a monkey, and
            for me the cares of the world
            slipped away, and I was filled
            with the beauty around me.

posted by Gill Eardly on Allspirit  

Brain Helmet  

Often I dream while being aware of my physical surroundings
which generally is unpleasant because
physiologically in the sleeping state
one is paralyzed.

I've seen documentaries on this phenomena
and throughout history this kind of dilemma
was chalked up as interaction with demonic spirits.

Interesting to note
that when this alignment of consciousness & physical paralysis
occurs to me
I always sense some foreign presence...
Usually in the form of an intruder breaking into
the physical space I am sleeping at.

This experience sucks
even more so because of the fact
I am literally physically paralyzed
(thanks to the 'genius' of evolutional hard-wiring).

This lovely experience happens regularly to me
once or twice a month.

I know I am not unusual with regard to having these types of experiences.

Over time
I actually figured out what is going on.

There's a scientist from Canada
(yeah Canada, he can't help it)
who developed a helmet
that emits electromagnetic waves
that can be pinpointed and directed to specific areas of the brain
to stimulate responses associated
with particular brain regions.
(true story look it up yourself)

In the past
when we didn't have the luxury of such
amazing technology
we would have to cut a person's skull open
and poke various regions of their brain
with a metal stick
to observe what kinds of responses were possible
from direct contact.

For instance,
we learnt that if you poked the visual regions
of a person's brain
they would see things that were not readily apparent
to the people poking with the metal sticks...

And such was the case
with regard to different sorts of experience
and perception
with respects to different regions of the brain.
(i.e. sound, sexual stimulation, etc.)

Now this guy from Canada
(a pseudo country, no coincidence)
has taken this approach
to a new level in that
we can now prod our brains non invasively
with an electro-magnetic helmet.


One of the more interesting things he found
while poking people's brains
is that there is a region in all of our brains
that when stimulated
elicits an experience
that there is an 'other' present in the room.

Even when all the brain-poking scientists leave the room
and poke
the unsuspecting bearer of this new-age helmet
can't but help but experience

I must inform you at this point
that all people poked electromagnetically
with this amazing brain helmet
in the particular region of our brain
that makes us respond to
and experience some imaginary presence
of an 'other'
are also flooded with a sense of fear.

In other words
this magic button hard-wired in our brains
that makes us experience the presence of 'another'
is not pleasant at all.

It is frightening
to say the least.

I have my own personal theory regarding this
hard-wired button in all of our heads.

It has to do with duality
and the essential
an organism in a dualistic environment
must possess in order to survive.

And further
I will somehow tie
this intuition of mine
into my regular dream experiences
of dreaming my physical environment
in a state of paralysis
while some 'other' is breaking into my
house as I struggle but cannot move.

And further,
I may explain why this Canadian scientist
who wishes to patent his amazing helmet
and sell it to anyone who wishes to purchase it
will never be allowed to sell it.
(at least in the United States)

David Bozzi
[to be continued if I feel like it]

pete seesaw wrote:
 You do have a lively imagination. But are you aware
 of the empty stage. Can you stay in your seat after
 the show is over, and for how long?

A good question, Pete.   I like to watch the final credits roll, even
when no one else remains.
  I don't like it when the floor is sticky with
spilled soda, though.
  Have you ever stayed until they tore down the
  Have you ever taken a ride in a time machine, and
watched the buildings rise and fall,
and the seasons go by in the blink of an eye?

-- Dan   from Advaita to Zen  

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise.
Seek what they sought.


from Adyashanti Satsang by Mazie Lane  

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