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#2305 - Thursday, November 3, 2005 - Editor: Jerry Katz



Some hard core nonduality, a trip to the country, and a chili recipe. What could be better?







Andrew Macnab, from 'Killing the Dead' list:


What is this awesome mystery
that is taking place within me?
I can find no words to express it;
my poor hand is unable to capture it
in describing the praise and glory that belong
to the One who is above all praise,
and who transcends every word...
My intellect sees what has happened,
but it cannot explain it.
It can see, and wishes to explain,
but can find no word that will suffice;
for what it sees is invisible and entirely formless,
simple, completely uncompounded,
unbounded in its awesome greatness.
What I have seen is the totality recapitulated as one,
received not in essence but by participation.
Just as if you lit a flame from a flame,
it is the whole flame you receive.

St. Symeon





Seeker of Sages contributes...


no bridges-true or false ?

"Maha Yoga-or The Upanishadic Lore in the Light of the teachings of Bhagavan Sri Ramana"
by "Who"-K.Lakshmana Sarma
pp. 99-100


"...There is a real Self underlying the three states,
who is by nature immortal
and would survive the reduction to nothingness of the unreal, the ego.
Happiness is the very nature of that Self,
and hence the Egoless State is the one thing that is desirable,
beyond all comparison with anything that there is in relativity.


The one great difficulty that the intellect finds in accepting this teaching is this.
The intellect demands a rational link between the world it knows and
the Self or Reality it is told about.
It wants a bridge over which it can pass and re-pass between the two.
Such a bridge does not exist,
and cannot possibly be built by anyone--even by a Sage.

The reason is extremely simple, namely,
the fact that the world and the reality are negations of each other.
We have seen before that what appears as the world is just the Reality.
And this was made intelligible to us by the analogy of the snake seen in a rope.
So too the world and the Reality are negations of each other.
They cannot be seen simultaneously.
The rope is unrelated to the snake;
it did not give birth to the snake.
So too the world and the Reality are negations of each other,
in the sense that he that sees one of them
does not and cannot at the same time see the other.
The two cannot be experienced simultaneously.
He that sees the world sees not the Self, the Reality;
on the other hand he that sees the Self does not see the world.
So one of them alone can be real-not both.
Hence there is no real relation between them.
The world did not come into existence from the Reality.
The latter is wholly unrelated to the former.
Therefore, it is clear that the bridge that the intellect demands
does not exist and cannot be built...."








Wildgarden writes:


Autumn deepens into winter. Dense fog every morning, lasting through mid-day. We're having a small fire every evening now, and feeding it twigs before breakfast, too.

The farm has gone mostly dormant. But I'm working with a couple of the guys on experimental winter crops, mostly greens. A corner of the greenhouse houses a small collection of my old sub-tropical friends. I miss my Florida garden. Small and packed densely with bamboo and winter flowers. Roses and gingers and vines.

I'm still astonished to think that I live in the country again. When I lived in the city I despaired of escaping, yet held on to a thread of hope. I've noticed that I'm happiest in places where I hear coyotes at night. On Hallow's Eve I heard a pack yodeling as they passed down the riverbank.

We were all so busy that that we never got into costume. Or had time to carve a lantern. But that eve our good friend stopped by. I had lit a white candle, been cooking garlic bread and had a fresh bottle of fine organic wine. A brief but thorough conversation ensued and a festering problem was resolved.

The cottage itself is cramped and ugly, there's no getting around that. I am not allowed to complain about it, as my husband says I am like the fairy tale wife, who shrieks at her husband to demand 3 wishes from the fish.

So I spend as much time as possible outdoors which is fine by me.

I've been knitting a sage green scarf for my first project this year, and sewing a few small patchwork bags. Still missing my old gingersnaps recipe.

A friend gave me a nice piece of venison the other day and I chopped it into tiny pieces and made the best chili.. Recipe follows, cut for my vegan friends...

Venison Chili

Finely chop meat, red onion, celery, garlic, peppers.

Sautee mixture in olive oil with favorite chili powder.

When browned add can of organic kidney beans, quart of canned tomatoes, salt.

When the chili reaches boiling point again, place one square unsweeted choclate on top, cover and simmer for an hour. Stir in chocolate after it melts.



Photograph by Seraphimsigrist


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