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Friday September 1, 2000
GREG on Sedona Method
In addition to the site Googlized by Mark, there are lots
of friends here
in NYC who are graduates and teachers of the Sedona
Method. There is quite
a crossover between Sedona and satsang, the Robert Adams
Sedona, and satsang teachers coming from the Method via
other teachers who
were students of Papaji's. From what I understand, the
method as a method,
wasn't really invented by the founder Lester Levenson --
he was teaching
much like satsang itself. He has a very interesting book
called KEYS TO
THE ULTIMATE FREEDOM: Thoughts and Talks on Personal
(c1993). Here are some quick short quotes:
-Desire just cuts off happiness.
-There's nothing bad, there's just making
errors on the way back Home.
-Misery is complexity. Happiness is simplicity.
-Total non-reaction to parents is close to realization.
In case you're interested in the book and can't find it,
a good friend here
in NYC has a whole stack of them, he'd be glad to send
you a copy.
GENE & SKY "Tickets to the living gene
Proper High Gene,
You seemed to be passing out some choice seats when you
"You are free to 'take the plunge', to let go, to
float, to fly without
direction, to expand, to encompass it all, to eat the
to free yourself of any 'moral restraint', to
outrageously step into
space, to feel good for no reason, to have yourself, to
be yourself, to
sleep, to dream, to awaken; you are free to bind yourself
of proper attainment, to wait for the proper moment, to
reach outside of
yourself, to search inside for keys to the outside and to
for keys to the inside, to look for the omens, to hold
back, to go
forward into the past, to index the ancient archives; to
use your own
approval, to realize that your veracity as you doubt
yourself, is only
as valid as the one who doubts; and that that one who
doubts, can be
doubted, or not; to wrestle with the Giant Squids of
Eternal Paradox, to
pursue the butterfly of love, to pass through the seven
veils, to sit at
Your Own right hand, and to know also, what your left is
doing, or not,
as you choose.
So, baby-steps it is.
Or, you could try out these really great seven-league
boots, if you care
to. They are always 'on sale'.
Rompin and stompin,
==Gene Poole== "
Can I join?
Actually, I just want to put those words on the stamp I
ink on peoples
arms when they come through my doors of perception. Thata
way I can let
them in and out of the dance, knowing that they're free
DAN & responses
Nothing ever has emerged from Source.
Therefore, there is no "source".
Reality only seems background when
attention is paid to a foreground
that is assumed to be different.
mmm no creation mmm
Dan, you wrote:
> From: Dan Berkow <
>Subject: Re: No Source
>Nothing ever has emerged from Source.
>Therefore, there is no "source".
>Reality only seems background when
> attention is paid to a foreground
> that is assumed to be different.
Where would something
What is that mythical space?
As is the imaginer;
The two are one,
Except by protocols
It is possible
To not know this;
It is possible
To wander halls
Seeking a defined freedom,
Wearing the virtue
Social masks in place,
Clinging to precious
Dancing only proper steps;
Who dare stray,
Given to you
By those who enforce
The protocols you obey.
What a subtle game it is,
Pretending not to be, while
Pretending to be;
To adopt a color,
While all colors
So not to lose
What it cannot have
And does not need.
I agree, "source" is a funny concept, not very
buddhistic, but what
about sacredness, how else do you tune into that?
regarding places of origin, or states of beatitude, there
seems to be a
tendency to seek a particular space, such as
enlightenment, or grace, or
bliss, etc, as though there were something static or
dependable, abiding, about it. (Please don't ignore my
use of the word,
"seems," since I'm aware that this, too, is an
In order to counter this illusion, I like to use Shivic
contrapuntal metaphors such as "dancing,"
"play," "novelty," "flux,"
and, especially, "timing," which suggest
dynamic movement and
For me, then, truth is also change. And when someone uses
word "enlightened," I generally ask myself,
"yes, might have been, but
that was then, this is now. What now?"
Regarding your provocative, perhaps rhetorical, how does
tune into the sacred?, my answer is a very serious and
sober, "simply by
NAMING Now sacred." For me, in the beginning was the
WORD, and the WORD
was with God."
Alternatively, I access the sacred even before the word,
"sacred," in the instant of imaging sacredness:
it is already fully
I guess I missed whatever you and Dan were talking about.
you didn't miss anything. I was just talking to myself.
We do that a lot
LARRY (who asks the best questions) & MARK
> Hi Mark,
> yes, the interesting question is how does heart and
> I can see that they _do_ fit, but I don't see _how_.
> curious minds want to know, Larry
The drunken ego says:
What's your name, no_me, gnome, gnu, new, nu, mu, ask
still identified with Mark, the unfit fisted scientist)
everywhere, not just under. (but my heart has room for
of the values I may profess. I'll try to pay more
attention to you, I
promise. You and Sky...) It's all fit and fine. Just like
Something less glib (and stupid) wants to say I love you
Larry, and that
love is so big that Mark is just floating in it, and so
is Larry, and
everyone else. As the floater and the floating and the
ocean in which
these two play their game all merge, there is no me, just
(and so paying attention to and obeying the heart is to
serve it. - a
joyous thing!) No secret, just acceptance of this love.
When I read,
yes, the interesting question is how does heart and no-me
I can see that they _do_ fit but I don't see _how_.
curious minds want to know, Larry,"
I thought, "razor's edge!" (I recently saw a
rerun of the movie based
on Sommerset Maughm's "The Razor's Edge," with
Tyrone Power. I once
flattered myself to think that my life ran parallel to
protagonist's. Still do, to an extent. Another
association that came
to mind was Kurtz' nightmare in the movie,
"Apocalypse Now," in which a
snail moves across a razor's edge.)
Anyway, for me the answer is living in the Now. That's
the only place
where the sensitivity of the heart and the power of
me," "no ego," just cosmic play, which is
really also, "all me," "all
ego," since opposites are identical on the deepest
level...) FEEL as
though they've merged as One, and thus, do. So, for me,
it's the flow
of impersonal power from the lower chakras meeting with
the flow of
intimate concern from the upper chakras, to wed in the
eternity of the
Just thought I'd share that. Not claiming to have any
anyone but myself. And I'm not even claiming that,
really. It's all
temporary, a phase I'm going through. I assume we're all
through a phase. Aren't we?
"Mark W. Otter" wrote:
> Hi Sky,
> Thanks for the advice. Mary often suggests going for
a walk as well,
> and when I do so, I am always surprised at how much
I enjoy it (even
> here in depressingly flat Long Island). note to self
- don't just
> listen to good advice - act on it! I haven't been
entirely having fun
> the past week or two, but I'm not sure that fun is
all it's cracked up
> to be. (fun is lovely, and I really appreciate it,
> visiting the pain seems important too. In fact, it's
kinda fun too, as
> visiting it and experiencing it looses it's hold.)
Maybe it's the
> sensation of relief, I dunno, but it seems
appropriate now and then. I
> am an extremist however, so sometimes I plunge in
where even fools fear
> to tread. Ah, well. This seems to be my particular
bent. I am truly
> grateful to the list and to you as part of the list
for bearing with my
> tirades and witnessing my process. It seems very
important to not be
> alone during the journey, and I feel in wonderful
company here. Change
> is happening and I can't stop it, nor do I want to.
I trust it, even
> the difficult parts. If surrender were trivial, what
would be the
> LOve, Mark
Everything you do is beautiful and right.
> Your late wife sounds like she was a wise woman. As
for the 'Dirty
> Dozen', didn't they used to play pro baseball?
Om-m-m-m-m shu wop
> shu wa. (I think it's catching.)
Yes, she was. When I'd sit in my room alone for hours
surrounded by books and notebooks I'd write in, she'd
some day there would be other people I'd be connected
Neither one of us knew anything about what was going on
the internet. Her knowing of what was coming energized