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Thank you so much for sending me every day such beautiful texts and pictures. It is like getting a message from a friend from somewhere of the other side of the world (is it right?) and at the same time it is if you are living in my own house.
Jaap Faken (
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I keep taking this work for granted day after day. Thank you, Editors. You'll never know how you keep the Flame alive for me.
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Hello , Jerry, Glo, Mark,
Thanks for all the highlights.
IMHO, a single entry edition
like 2026 is fine and good
in its' simplicity and depth.
Be good, John
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Jerry, thanks for the lesson in agriculture. I love my potato tree!
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a couple of weeks ago there was a wonderful
different types of Self inquiry, from various
i can no longer find it.
could/would someone send it to me again???
Here it is: http://nonduality.com/hl2005.htm
Thanks for writing.
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A reader asks, "Can I download all messages?"
To download messages from any list on yahoogroups, you can get software at
http://pgoffline.com . I don't know of any other efficient way to do it.
Their software has a good search engine and statistical package, making any
list very accessible. There is a charge for the software, but you can try it
free for 30 days. There is also an excellent forum for support.
Let me know how it goes.
from the blog of...
You have a right to live. You have a right to be. You have these rights regardless of money, health, social status, or class. You have these rights, man, woman, or child. These rights can never be taken away from you, they can only be infringed. When someone violates your rights, remember, it is not your fault.
You were wronged.
* Gender: male
* Occupation: HomeMaker
* Location: BigCity :
I'm a father of one with one on the way. I'm a husband. I'm a scientist. I'm a rebel. I'm thirtysomething, and this is the happiest time of my life.
What reason do you have to believe the earth is flat?
Well isn't it obvious? If it wasn't you'd be sliding all over. A flat earth, like a plate, is stable, firm. That's the earth for me.
* natural history and life sciences
* and my family.
* Lenny Bruce
* Mark & Brian
* Paula Poundstone
* Steven Wright
* Craig Shoemaker
* Mark Twain
* Ben Franklin
* George Washington Carver
* anything but Rap
Recent Posts (to read the entries in full, visit http://www.blogger.com/profile/4992434)
31 October 2004
Staying warm is one of the single most important problems facing a human being. If it were not for the need to stay warm, I believe few people would fear homelessness. There are only a limited number of strategies available to keep the cold at bay. You can dress warmly. Wear lots of layers....
Shelters are for Someone Else, Part 2
Shelter life is a life of waiting. You wait on the charity, the good feeling, and on the whim of others. You wait, and you wait, and you wait, and all the while tension builds, as you wonder whether you will get what you need. I spent last night in a shelter. As shelters go it was a kind and...
Everyone knows you can't work when you are homeless. Homeless people couldn't hold down a job if you gave them one. You'd have to supervise them all the time. They have no skills. They're probably illiterate. They have no moral values. If they did, they wouldn't be homeless. Nonsense. What...
28 October 2004
I've added a PayPal link you may use in the event you wish to donate to this project. Donations are not expected, but they will be gratefully accepted. I would love to be able to feed and shelter my family with my writing, and this book is intended for sale, once it is complete. That said, I...
26 October 2004
There is nothing so bad that it will not pass. If there is one thing the world teaches it is that all things change. If you cannot think of what to do, if you believe that all hope has gone, if you are tired of trying, then pause. Breathe deeply. Do you have any money at all? If you do, spend it...
Eyes open, the windscreen glowing, sweat's beading over my
nose, head pounding. Ugh. I slept late. It must be ten, and the
car is an oven. Quick now, into my clothes. Try not to make the
car sway too much. Last thing I need is some confused passerby.
Listen and look for a quiet moment outside. Open the door and
shimmy on out under the cover, and damn, three people saw me.
Well, maybe they aren't residents. Better park somewhere else
Now untie the cover and fold it up. Pack it in the back and I'm on my way. The local supermarket is the next stop and a wholesome meal for under three bucks. A bread roll, a piece of fruit, pint of chocolate milk, and a couple of fried chicken legs. Other times a quarter pound of deli roast beef, sliced thin, and maybe one of those single string cheeses for another thirty five cents. Later in the day I may get a snack at an ethnic store. Which one? It matters little. Every ethnic group serves up a great deal on food most enjoyed by its clientelle. At a Persian store I'll buy sweets or dates, olive oil or pastry. At a Mexican market, in season fruit, beautiful tamales, pan (bread), and maybe chocolates. An Asian store will likely serve up a nice veggie handroll of sweet rice and cucumber and pickled something wrapped in seaweed. There's so much food in
Drop by the dry cleaner's and pick up a few shirts. Stop at Goodwill to see if there are some dressy shoes for a couple of bucks.
Now over to the fitness club to shave and shower and get presentable. I'll drop by my temp agencies a little later. Always good to glad hand. By I am in shirt and tie, and I am making the rounds for some work.
Sound impossible? Or does it sound as simple to you as it seemed to me?
What do I mean by a True Man? The True
Man of ancient
times did not rebel against want, did not grow proud in plenty,
and did not plan his affairs. Being like this, he could commit an
error and not regret it, could meet with success and not make a
show. Being like this, he could climb the high places and not be
frightened, could enter the water and not get wet, could enter the
fire and not get burned. His knowledge was able to climb all the
way up to the Way like this.
The True Man of ancient times slept without
dreaming and woke
without care; he ate without savoring and his breath came from
deep inside. The True Man breathes with his heels; the mass of
men breathe with their throats. Crushed and bound down, they
gasp out their words as though they were retching. Deep in their
passions and desires, they are shallow in the workings of Heaven.
The True Man of ancient times knew nothing
of loving life, knew
nothing of hating death. He emerged without, delight; he went back
in without a fuss. He came briskly, he went briskly, and that was
all. He didn't forget where he began; he didn't try to find out where
he would end. He received something and took pleasure in it; he
forgot about it and handed it back again. This is what I call not
using the mind to repel the Way, not using man to help out Heaven.
This is what I call the True Man.
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