Do you remember
the sounds and echos
maybe up with blu birds
deep in the see
true love calls
in the forests she wonders
and calls
Hastica, dear sweet
where are you
you play
with the butterflies on the
beach...
V

If you’re in Love with an Illusion is the Love real?

A fool for love my heart one dost steal.

I think I should put up shield, to subdue the pain of no yield.

This way I can no longer feel.

Intoxicated with her dance in the infinite field, I forget it's not real.

Would he reach for the eraser on the table, could he bear not too?

How should the unfolding story be written, or at all?

off to the Buddha lounge in the Hotel Tara to clear..

Richard, You are the funiest friend in the world! Ill forever remember our moonlight hike
We'll remind each other, of "Bill" and "Will"
I love you
Whats next? A little stroll up the La Luz trail.
V

The Divine permitting

There is a restaraunt there called Galaxy, at the end of the universe.. I dine there... under the half grin moon.. Until they call... then I come.. Leaving a trail of star dust glittering the love of your light... and then I return again to dine at the end of time will you follow me there?

Vertical cross-passion
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One
Faked path
Sensational true human been
Human ungrounded
False sacrifice
Ignorance of danger
Mystical (H)earthquakes from hell and heaven

Horizontal cross-passion
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- Binary knowledge
- Dualistic forces
- There is nothing for you here
- What should I do?
- You are the chosen one
- If you want it come and proove you can get it
- Only through me you can be saved
- There is hope

This splitted frame of you and me
Cracked magnets
Infinite movement, life spin in circle
Infinite passivity, unconscious, sleeping mortality
Attracted to the right at one moment, repulsing the left
Repulsing the right, to be chained to the left.
Divorcing from both
Forcing the union

X-3me passion One nuclear reaction
High chaotic human despair energy.

"8. Propensity (to believe half-truths, nonsense and lies)."

Like believing in Blue Ghosts? and half-baked HQR?
Guess so.

Or like the belief in Remote Bending Spoons, Flying by Defying Gravity, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

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The nam-shub reads [as culled from SnowCrash; originally from Samuel Noah Kramer and John R. Maier's Myths of Enki, the Crafty God (New York, Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1989.)]:

Once upon a time, there was no snake, there was no scorpion,
There was no hyena, there was no lion,
There was no wild dog, no wolf,
There was no fear, no terror,
Man had no rival.
In those days, the land Shubur-Hamazi,
Harmony-tongued Sumer, the great land of the me of princeship,
Uri, the land having all that is appropriate,
The land Martu, resting in security,
The whole universe, the people well cared for,
To Enlil in one tongue gave speech.

Then the lord defiant, the prince defiant, the king defiant,
Enki, the lord of abundance, whose commands are trustworthy,
The lord of wisdom, who scans the land,
The leader of the gods,
The lord of Eridu, endowed with wisdom,
Changed the speech in their mouths, put contention into it,
Into the speech of man that had been one.

What is so shocking about this was that Enki was the god who had written all of their laws to that point, the one who would Order Chaos by writing the rules of living. And here he has incongruously destroyed the very mechanism he had exploited all this time. Perhaps it's just a story of end times, when the Sumerian empire fell apart under tensions from its regions, who eventually began to form their own languages. Maybe it's simply a story of disagreement, where the "one tongue" meant simple One Text, one opinion, that fell apart into a Separation Of Positions?. Certainly, the loss of uniformity is universally decried as a Fall from some Perfection. Kings worship empty thrones, poets despair at their broken craft, civilizations fall into disarray, and wars are fought.

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I don't know about that poem except it made me hungry and I love raw oysters on the half shell. Oysters make my little sister sick as she is allergic to them.

Anyway, why I am commenting is that my mom told me on the phone (rarely hear from her anymore as she is sick) over this past weekend that my little nephew (~7 years old) just had to be baptist in the Church of Christ and no one knew where that came from. Anyway, I was baptized in the Church of Christ because I attended while at my grandmother's during my sr. year of HS. My mother was baptized in that church as well as my grandmother.

And I love the Harry Potter movies and my son loved the books when he was young.

Well, I guess this makes three reasons that I am posting.

Oh, and the fourth is to say hi to DK :-)

Love, Char

Dear DK:

I recently bought www.Holisticity.com as a domain name. Do you want to use that as the home of the HQR information and knowledge? A wiki and a portal with a vibrant and dynamic community may be built in there to further your and this community's excellent effort.

It is available if you need it...

Cheers
Desh
desh dot kapoor at gmail dot com
drishtikone.com

Dear DK,

I think it's really interesting that this is one of your favorite poems. I'm glad I took the time to read it.

I have always believed it was good to trust, but I see your point. If we blindly trust, believing what we want to believe, instead of using our power of discrimination then we are headed for nothing but trouble. The key is to remember that loyalty and trust are not a substitute for using our heads -AND taking responsibility. Which is really what it comes down to. When I blindly trust what I'm really saying that I dont' really want to grow up. I don't want to take responsibility.

Love, Kristin

Hi DK,
I've been thinking about those poor little oysters. It's hard not to feel sorry for them and cynical about the whole story.

But I don't think trust and loyalty can be artificially created as you suggested. Rather, I believe they can be foolishly misplaced. It's what I was saying before, discrimination and responsibility are key for all of us whatever character we identify with. It's not really trusting or exploiting trust that is the problem. It's not seeing clearly. And loyalty is a nice quality. I can be loyal, but I can't allow myself to become too attached because attachment colors my perception. So my deepest loyalty has to be to my highest self, which means I have to become very intimate with myself. It's critical to know who I am and what I want. Otherwise, whatever group, leader, belief system I become involved with will eventually have me for lunch, just like those little oysters.

Love, Kristin