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Nondual Highlights Issue #1631 Saturday, November 29, 2003 Editor: Mark

 Advent - personal preparation and prayer

Week 1 - The Empty Cave

This first week of Advent, I clear out the cluttered manger of my heart in preparation for the renewed birth of Christ's Light and Presence in my life. In this empty cave, I acknowledge that the ground upon which I stand is hallow, it supports my journey. I survey this ground: barren container for the wellspring of life; incrementally moved by universal forces of gravity, water, wind, and force. A perfect mirror for my own inner ground: barren container for and contained within the wellspring of Christ's love; incrementally moved by the Ground of Being's forces of grace, light, stillness, and ever-present love.

Picking up one stone, I hold it in my hand, as I light the first candle. Advent: a season of conscious waiting. Heart-senses perceiving light and listening for whispers of truth through dark stillness. I silently abide:

Empty me out Lord,
make of me a crucible,
burn away the dross.
Leave no stories of me,
simply this stone, this flame.

Guide my human heart
in preparation to receive
and be received by You.
Absorb me in Your Sacred Heart.

- words and image by Christiana Duranczyk from Highlighters YahooGroup

 The Immortal Friend
I sat dreaming in a room of great silence.
The early morning was still and breathless,
The great blue mountains stood against the dark
skies, cold and clear,
Round the dark log house
The black and yellow birds were welcoming the sun.

I sat on the floor, with legs crossed, meditating,
Forgetting the sunlit mountains,
The birds,
The immense silence,
And the golden sun.

I lost the feel of my body,
My limbs were motionless,
Relaxed and at peace.
A great joy of unfathomable depth filled my heart.
Eager and keen was my mind, concentrated.
Lost to the transient world,
I was full of strength.

As the Eastern breeze
That suddenly springs into being
And calms the weary world,
There in front of me
Seated cross-legged,
As the world knows Him
In His yellow robes, simple and magnificent,
Was the Teacher of Teachers.

Looking at me,
Motionless the Mighty Being sat.
I looked and bowed my head.
My body bent forward of itself.
That one look
Showed the progress of the world,
Showed the immense distance between the world
And the greatest of it's Teachers.
How little it understood,
And how much He gave.
How joyously He soared,
Escaping from birth and death,
From it's tyranny and entangling wheel.

Enlightenment attained,
He gave to the world, as the flower gives
It's scent,
The Truth.

As I looked
At the sacred feet that once trod the happy
Dust of India,
My heart poured forth its devotion,
Limitless and unfathomable,
Without restraint and without effort.

- J Krishnamurti 'The immortal friend' submitted to NDS by Ben Hassine
- photograph of Emerald Bay, Lake Tahoe by Christiana Duranczyk

Virtual Om: submitted to NDS by David Bozzi


When elephants weep, and the floods rage,
I long for home
When tulips bend their backs under the accumulated load of being,
I long for home
When fish swim past, uncaring and unseeing,
I long for home

When elephants trumpet universal joy,
I am home
When tulips sparkle in the dew of love,
I am home
When fish school in harmony,
I am home

All things remind of home

- unknown poet

- painting by Mary Bianco

 Wrapped in translucent robes of

light unknown,
thin, open, wind-rustled,

I come to the Winter Solstice -

the wild grass, already sprouting freely
through this skull, encircles my
tealess teapot of no-mind.

One small plum tree along the path -

its mantle of silent song


all around me,

as this,

this springing forth of

life from death, death

become the mother of life, life

the child of death,

Yes -

Yes, this

branching breath,
breathlessness of this moment,
shock of tiny, fragrant, white blossoms -


in the darkest hour of this

Winter Solstice.

At the village entrance

black tea steams, streams

memory through the vendors’ stalls,
floating plum blossoms concentrically
swirling around each other as I too

circle around that which circles

ceaselessly around me.


Mazie & b

- from AdyashantiSatsang YahooGroup

 Questioner: I spent my whole life trying to be anything but ordinary.

Pamela: I know.

And I spent so much energy trying to read and do and be, and do everything to be extraordinary, magnificent. I'm trying to become this being of light that will walk and touch and heal. And then everybody will finally know that I am wonderful.

Yes, and then you can rest!

I feel this incredible sorrow, that if I'm just ordinary for a moment I'm never going to get what I want. I'm not ever going to be that special wonderful person that people love.

This is our conditioning. If we're just ordinary presence, innocent presence, it's not enough. We were taught we had to stand up straight, and we had to be polite, and then we had to go to school and learn geography, so we could be someone. And then maybe, if we were incredibly lucky, that someone would be attractive enough to be honored and respected and welcomed wherever they went, and it would get love, right? This is the great lie.

And then when I was young I could get that through being sexy, but then that kind of moved on.

It works for a while.

So then I thought, "I'll create an artist," but then I got tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to see. So then I thought, "I'll heal people." But that's getting tiring. So I thought, "Well, if I can just become completely enlightened, then I'll be OK."

Then you'll have value. Right! That's the key. The entire system was just looking for value.

And if I'm ordinary, I'm not going to be valuable.

Have you ever sat with Eckhart Tolle? Have you seen how magnificent ordinariness looks?

Yes, he is just absolutely beautiful and light, and he is completely ordinary.

There's only one thing that doesn't irritate people, and it's called no thing. As soon as we move into a role or be an object, half the people are going to like us, and the other half are not going to like us. Because when we're an object or when we're in a role, we're subject to duality. We'll get half the love, and we'll lose half the love. Finally you start to realize that the only refuge is being no one. This is really hilarious, because thought flips the truth. Thought says, "If you become someone, and you're talented and funny, then you will be loved."

Now just take that and flip it: If you become no one, you will be honored wherever you go. You will just honor everyone as your Self. This is why the sages spoke of "smaller than a grain of sand." The embodiment has already explored magnificence and has discovered there's no satisfaction there. If you were to interview all the famous beings in the world and ask them, "Are you satisfied?" they would say no. This is finally how the ocean ebbs away back into itself, back into the silent part, and just sees what would give you satisfaction. What could possibly satisfy you?

I get a feeling like a mountain.

If you've ever noticed how mountains express themselves, there's no song and dance. There's no tap dancing to get approval. They just sort of sit. And then we just go, "Ahhhh." So let's change "ordinary" to "mountain."

That makes me feel very happy. I feel like I've been tap dancing, and I'm tired of it.

You can just rest as a mountain now and just be naturally adored. Everybody adores a great mountain.

I'm there, but then I can get on the phone with my Mom, and she'll say, "Honey, what have you done? Have you done this? What's your list?" and I'm just back.

Just for a second, just see if mountain was touched.


No! Mountain doesn't care about Mom's trip, you know. "That's nice Mom. You're a mountain, too. I love you." She's trying to give you your role as daughter or therapist or whatever, right? So anytime you notice you've just come up here to the office, you just go back down here to the mountain. It's not a big deal.

- Satsang excerpt from Pamela Wilson's website:

This satsang extract will appear in Pamela's forthcoming book, to be published in late 2003.

Freedom requires a willingness to act on what we know to be true, not because we are trying to get anywhere, but because we love what's true more than anything else.

- Micheal Regan:

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