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#3658 - Thursday, September 17, 2009 - Editor: Jerry Katz
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Two blog entries pertaining to seeking, in case there is such a thing.
This is a video poem.
Beautiful title track from the album, "Ice Castle,"
by KIRSTY HAWKSHAW
I sit as Ive been taught
By the enlightened ones
Searching for the naked truth
Its been a long road
With many miles already traveled
And many more to come
Will I ever see beyond the veil
Not just a glimpse precious peace
My minds always a-chatter
Mired in hopes and fears
Fixed on dreams and desires
Grasping the past
As much as the future
And then theres that grind
Of my body and brain
The grey hair turning greyer
The need for more and more sleep
Sickness and death
Just around the corner
Yet they teach of a freedom
How do I get it
The answers in my mind somewhere
Beyond what I normally see
I am told I just have to look
Observe the myriad displays
All fresh and new
As if I were a newborn baby
Or my Calico kitty
The calm does come
Like from walking in the deep forest
Or viewing a meandering stream
And when I feel it
Its like coming home to eat a warm dinner
And rest with my loved one
Any yet it all comes back
Like a Caribbean storm
The need to be permeated
By beauty and fortune
Praise and recognition
The need to be jealous
I dont want any of that
But surely I cannot live without my mind
The only way to get rid of the pain
Is to get rid of my mind
I return to the forest
And stand beneath a lone Pine
Its magnificence so apparent
Gentle strength cradles me
Standing below soft green needles
Shimmering in the breeze
I dont think it worries about fulfilling
It already IS
And then as if by magic
Theres no separation
Between me and the tree
I become this tree
The tree is me
Words can't describe this.
And the very next moment I think of sushi and beer
I have a place where I was born
I'm from Kitimat, British Columbia
My last name is Hungarian
My mother is a Schubert from Austria
Im married to someone so near and dear to me
I have places to see and things to do
I want to be an artist
No matter how long it takes
I'm all of this too
Of this I have no doubt
And so it is a delicate balancing act
A melding of thinking mind and awareness
Like the ever transmuting clouds above
Dancing with the infinite sky beyond
As lovers feasting on each other
They are one
The trick is and it's a big trick
I must always concentrate
Not so much on the clouds
So as Not to miss out on all that heavenly glory
So they tell me.
Copyright © shoutingbluetiger 2009
Well, I guess you can tell Im having fun with this seeking thing now. And I am. Seriously. My brevity has knocked the edge off of the intensity that had become overwhelming at times. Im having a good time poking fun at things Id held in some form of disregard or another. But the more I think about it all, the more Im convinced that everything is suspect now. Im basing all my looking, questioning, searching, hiding, on a simple question: Is that true?
Jesus was part of the trinity of God, and was sent down to Earth to be bludgeoned and murdered so that all of us unworthy humans could make it into Heaven. Is that true? Really?
Nothing is exempt from the truth knife! Ockhams razor! We learned a troubleshooting technique in the Navy called half-splitting. To find the problem quickly, take a measurement about halfway in the circuit. If its bad, go back halfway from there, and keep going until you find the answer. Had some Shainin training a few years ago that used a similar approach. They called it splitting the dictionary. Same principle, but they actually used a dictionary to demonstrate it. You can try it, too. They claimed that if you picked a word at random, they could find it in 18, or less, steps by asking you yes or no questions. For instance, Does the first word start with a letter that comes before the letter M (halfway down the alphabet)? If so, youve just eliminated HALF of the dictionary in one step. Brilliant! It works, try it. So, yeah, now Im wielding the truth knife, albeit in a haphazardly way that grotesquely mimics laziness. The tough questions are not easily asked, though.
Who am I?, is not a question you can ask with the blade of truth. What kind of yes or no answer do you expect from that? I suppose you could give whatever answer that comes up, then ask, Is that true?. As itchy as I am to launch into that question right now, I know where it leads, and its raining here, and I dont want to work myself up into a manic frenzy, going nutso over this crap, then have to drive home. Oh hell too late! Dagnabfrigginfarglesnottlebibbtickernuffinspluck! Whew, that was a suppressed cursing episode right there. It worked. Im OK now.
So anyway, Im really diggin on ol UG still. He cuts through the crap with total disregard to common decency or Congressional decorum. Matter of fact, that man has crap-cutting blades on both edges of his truth knives, which are attached to all digits of all appendages, and are flailed about at hurricane force. Dig? Thats the kind of confidence and intolerance for whiney little seeker pansies like me I like to see in somebody whos got it. Thats right muthatrucka, give it to me straight! Thats the way I want it! I aint skeert! Ewww wee, and boy does he curse. Makes your eyebrows go all Spock-like, then you look around to see if anyone else heard. I mean, sometimes he seems royally pissed off!
Well, now you probably think that UG is my guru. Nope! I dont have any gurus. I dont want any gurus. I just want to learn until the slow, dopey guy in the back of the class sneaks up on me with that football bat Ive been talking about, and WHACK! Ahhhhhh! There it is. Until then UG is not-so-serious and completely disregards all the other crap Ive learned. Thats what Im talking about. Like the old Zen thing with the tea cup. Hows that go again (hold while I let Google do its thing) OK, here it is (the internet is GREAT!):
Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.
Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitors cup full, and then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. It is overfull. No more will go in!
Like this cup, Nan-in said, you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?
Damn! Thats a great story. Im that professor, and Ive been spending waaaay too much time learning about this stuff. Ive said it before, and its so true, that I wish Id never heard of nonduality, Advaita, oneness, and all that. So this is me slowing down having fun with all this useless crap Ive taught myself. Im really happy about what Ive realized.
Now, if I could only pull the plug out, and PPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSHHHHHHAAAAA (thats for you, blissbait), all the junk could flow out, empty the mind to accept reality.
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