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Edition #1393 Saturday, April 5, 2003 - Editor: John
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring down the mountain.
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question: how to love this world.
I think of her
like a black and leafy ledge to sharpen her claws against
of the trees.
Whatever else my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its cities, it is also this dazzling darkness
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting; all day I think of her
her white teeth,
her perfect love.
"Spring" Mary Oliver
Joseph Riley Panhala
Idries Shah - peace be upon him
- wrote of the Commanding Self.
Gurdjieff, master mad trickster, stand-up comic and fellow
Greek-Armenian, understood that we are not just one self - but a
veritable legion of selves.
Me and my Legion were sitting on my Nissan Maxima's meditation cushion
yesterday, driving at 110 kph and puffing on a French cigarette
(Gauloise - not Winstons). I felt a twinge of guilt and concern about
my nicotine addiction. Then I recalled that Idries smoked like a
freaking chimney and I'm sure George inhaled deeply from a hookah or
two or plenty more.
So I was sitting, Vipassana-on-the-go, watching the clouds of thoughts
foam and fizzle. A Forest Dweller roaring through Toronto's highways
past the downtown skyline in my 1987 metal meditation hut on wheels.
I saw some of my own Commanding Selves.
I saw my own private Saddam Hussein. Cute moustache and grandfatherly
jowls. I saw my own doubles - sent out to kiss babies and shoot rifles
in the air to impress my devoted and frightened citizenry. I saw my
palaces, statues, posters and underground bunkers. I saw my own
Republican Guard, Secret Police and torture chambers.
I saw gas - lots of gas.
Noxious gas. That I've used against my own people selves - people who
wanted to be free - people who threatened me - people who got on my
nerves - so I got to theirs, lethally.
Oh Golly - I even saw my own private George Bush.
Grandiose evangelical compassionate conservative fascist King George
who feels called by Jesus to fulfill some divine mission or other. I
saw my delight in having death-row inmates die, evildoers squirm in
agony, having the deserving God-blessed rich get richer, having the
environment do a death rattle as long as oil gets pumped from the
ground to keep me rich, having freedoms squashed in the name of
security, using patriotic symbols to get people pumped with
nationalistic fever and the oh so special delight of having the
unliberated unenlightened people who are under a vicious dictatorship
feel my version of Supreme Truth get stuffed down their unliberated
throats whether they like the taste of it or not.
I saw my own private Ari Fleisher - spouting, spinning and
manufacturing doublespeak to convince the already convinced that their
convictions are continuously valid.
I saw my own private hawks and doves. Hawks munching on dove entrails
and doves cooing with protest signs.
I wondered: who likes to see their own psyche's global cast of
characters? Who wants to acknowledge their own delusions and madness?
Who wants to see that what is out there - is also in here?
Thankfully, I also saw my own private Nelson Mandela.
I felt grateful for seeing my madness.
It's what keeps me from going insane.
JP "Gandhi" NDS
I am trying to spread the word about a group which might be of
interest to members here. It is dedicated to the American mystic
Franklin Merrell-Wolff. I think more interest should be paid to his
work and to that end I founded the Merrell-Wolff group:
All are invited to join this group and discuss the concepts of this
early 20th Century master! Here is a brief introduction:
Franklin Merrell-Wolff was an American mystic, philosopher, and
mathematician. Born in 1887 in Pasadena, California, he was the son
of a Methodist minister. He graduated from Stanford University in
1911 with a major in mathematics and minors in philosophy and
psychology, proceding to Harvard graduate school to study philosophy,
where he was particularly influenced by the study of Kant's Critique
of Pure Reason. As a result of his philosophical studies,
Wolff "became convinced of the probable existence of a transcendent
mode of consciousness that could not be comprehended within the
limits of our ordinary forms of knowledge." He left his teaching
career to engage in a spiritual quest.
Wolff's twenty years of seeking included studies of yoga, theosophy,
Sufism, and Hinduism. Later he was drawn to the philosophical works
of the Indian sage Shankara, who founded the Advaita Vedanta school
of Hindu philosophy. While in deep contemplation of the teachings of
Shankara, in 1936, his efforts culminated in two Transcendental
Realizations which provided the foundation for his philosophy. While
the first Realization confirmed the perspective of Shankara's
philosophy, the second opened Wolff's philosophical view beyond his
understanding of Advaita Vedanta. His books Pathways Through To Space
and The Philosophy of Consciousness Without An Object provide a
detailed record of his realizations and a philosophical description
of Transcendental Consciousness. He spent his retirement years at the
foothills of the eastern Sierra Nevada near Lone Pine, California and
died there in 1985 at the age of 98.
diana being one
Terry Murphy SufiMystic
Tao Te Ching (feng/english)
He who is filled with Virtue is like a new-born child.
Wasps and serpents will not sting him;
Wild beasts will not pounce on him;
He will not be attacked by birds of prey.
His bones are soft, his muscles weak,
But his grip is firm.
He has not experienced the union of man and woman, but is whole.
His manhood is strong.
He screams all day without becoming hoarse.
This is perfect harmony.
Knowing harmony is constancy.
Knowing constancy is enlightenment.
It is not wise to rush about.
Controlling the breath causes strain.
If too much energy is used, exhaustion follows.
This is not the way of Tao.
Whatever is contrary to Tao will not last long.
livejournal 2003.03.31 23.48
Have you ever not known what you want to do, but were happy doing nothing?
And people close to you are nicely urging you to do something?
Or not so nicely?
But you were happy and there was nothing to do?
No one needing your attention and nothing hard to do or to bear?
And all there is are these adjustments that some call committments, callings, non-doings, but you know them as adjustments?
Have you ever?
And as you're making adjustments, you know you're like a pitcher in the bullpen
Waiting to be called in to pitch?
Or waiting to be born?
Have you ever felt distant from what's on CNN
And close to reality television?
Have you watched things happen and really have to strain to see them happen?
Like, for example, just about anything?
Are you exactly the same while dreaming and while awake?
And isn't the comfort world burning
In a dish
And the dish hot
And on your lap
And with a little adjustment
You remain cool
Knowing the iceberg
Is on its way
To meet it?
I found a wonderful website
about (my favorite contrarian advaitin) U.G. Krishnamurti. Huge
amounts of audio and video files there to listen/watch, and find
out why he's been the gadfly of the "New Age."
"There is no moksha, no jivanmukti, and no Atman. And there is no such thing as self-realization. Those are all lies. There is only the 'natural state'. I don't like to use your terms such as enlightenment, jivanmukti, nirvana, or moksha to refer to this state. Those terms suggest some other meanings. They sound weird to me. When I talk about the 'natural state', it is not the state of someone who has attained self-realization or God-realization. It is not something created through self-effort. This natural state is always living and spontaneous."
Book of Life J. Krishnamurti
| April 5
Why shouldnt one have pleasure?
a beautiful sunset, a lovely tree, a river that has a
wide, curving movement, or a beautiful face, and to look
at it gives great pleasure, delight. What is wrong with
that? It seems to me the confusion and the misery begin
when that face, that river, that cloud, that mountain
becomes a memory, and this memory then demands a greater
continuity of pleasure; we want such things repeated. We
all know this. I have had a certain pleasure, or you have
had a certain delight in something, and we want it
repeated. Whether it be sexual, artistic, intellectual,
or something not quite of this character, we want it
repeatedand I think that is where pleasure begins
to darken the mind and create values which are false, not
What matters is to understand pleasure, not try to get rid of itthat is too stupid. Nobody can get rid of pleasure. But to understand the nature and the structure of pleasure is essential; because if life is only pleasure, and if that is what one wants, then with pleasure go the misery, the confusion, the illusions, the false values which we create, and therefore there is no clarity.
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