RHC is arrogant. Shows no originality. Depends heavily on the advice given to her by her election team. She is stale. Not so intelligent, smart and shrewd as she thinks she is. The US is not ready for her.

She rode high in popularity simply because she calls herself a Clinton. Her judgement to make recent remarks against Obama shows her typical womanly quality of jealousy and meanness, and lacks intelligence.

Obama is 180 degrees opposite. Fresh, original, forthcoming, friendly, likable, knowledgeable, but unfortunately not so spontaneous at the spur of the moment. His research team and speech writers need to work harder.

Obama will make a better President than Hillary.

"Obama will make a better President than Hillary."

If you say so :)

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If We Ignore (to Deepak)

If we ignore each other long enough,
If we pretend we never ever fell deeply into our
Mysteries..
Of how we touched across the
Vastness of unity and space, across
This serendipity
Of seasons and reason,
Meanings and gleanings
Of the melody of words we heard
Spilling from our souls,
Devastated broken and bleeding from eyes
Made murky like quicksand
How we weaved love between
Nature and God
Man and Woman.
How this theme broke our hearts
And plundered our spirits,
Lost again, Virgin Islands
Horizons unto Eternity seeking,
You
My Darling, You
Enshrined and held gentle,
Noble and flying
Spirit-winged,
Even as
In this impossible devastation
Of wanting you,
I bury myself,

Holy.

send healing thoughts

A Drunkard

I have never been an individual identity.
Six trillion cells!
I am a living collection
staggering zigzag along.
Sixty trillion cells! All drunk.

-Ko Un
translated from Korean by Kim Young Moo and Brother Anthony.

*****

Another poem by Ko Un

A Moonless Night

No moon up
yet the two hundred miles
between you and me
shine bright all the night long.
That dog that'll die tomorrow
doesn't know it's going to die.
It's barking fiercely.

An Unopened bud(to Deepak)

An unopened bud I fell from the stars
you caught me my Beloved
and held me in the palm of your hands,
you watched me with Love
as I began to open

I am a strange and beautiful
unearthly flower
I am the shape of prismal light

(blue stars
explode
into Black holed
yellow suns
silver moons
divide
the colours of rainbows
the songs of the ages
the music of the spheres
and the whispers of
both saints and sinners)

thank you my Lover
for carefully hiding me until
I was ready to
fly away
this magnificent
butterfly
wet and shining
I carry your Breath

This is my gift to you
for I so Love You
and call You
My Darling

Dance With Me
I have become
Fire-Light

Lovesong by Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

What Is The Truth

From:
"What Is The Truth" by Ted Hughes


One Day God's Son Looked down at the Earth and said to his Father: "I would like to go down and visit mankind."

And God said: "Why would you want to do that?"

And God's Son answered: "It might be interesting, I'm curious, I might learn something."

"Stay here," said God. "Curiosity is dangerous. Be satisfied with Heaven."

But God's Son still went on gazing at the earth. He didn't quite know why, but something about mankind fascinated him. It puzzled him, and disturbed him, but it fascinated him.

"I really would like to visit mankind," He said, "It looks quite exciting. Besides, travel broadens the mind."

God put his arm around his Son's shoulders.

"Take my advice," said God. "Stay here. Mankind cannot teach you anything Mankind thinks it knows everything. It knows everything but the Truth,"

God's Son frowned. What did his Father mean? How could mankind be so clever, and yet so ignorant at the same time? How could it know everything, and yet not know the Truth?

God watched his Son's baffled face. And He decided the time had come for a memorable lesson.

So God took his Son's hand and led him down to earth. It was night, about two o'clock in the morning, when their feet touched the top of a grassy hill, and God's Son felt his feet wet with the dew. Man was asleep. God's Son stood with with wide eyes, and all around him he saw the valleys in mist, and the sleeping farms, under the full moon. And away below he could see the spire and roofs of a village, in a hollow, the the moonlit mist.

"We will speak to the people" said God. "We will ask them a few simple questions Then you shall hear. In their sleep, they will say what they truly know. That is another odd thing about mankind. When they are awake, they are deepest asleep. When they are asleep, they are widest awake, Strange creatures!"

And God said; "To begin with, let us ask the Farmer a question." And God called to the Farmer.



More of the story, if you like on other days.

:)

Two poems of Marie Howe
(her brother died of AIDS)

The Last Time

The last time we had dinner together in a restraurant
with white table clothes, he leaned forward

and took my two hands in his and said,
I'm going to die soon. I want you to know that.

And I said, I think I do know.
And he said, what surprises me is that you don't.

And I said, I do. And he said, What?
And I said, Know that you're going to die.

And he said, No, I mean know that you are.

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The Promise

In the dream I had when he came back not sick
but whole, and wearing his winter coat,

he looked at me as though he couldn't speak, as if
there were a law against it, a membrane he
couldn't break

His silence was what he could not
not do, like our breathing in this world,
like our living.

As we do, in time.
And I told him: I'm reading all this
Buddhist stuff,

and listen, we don't die when we die. Death is
an event,
a threshold we pass through. We go on and on

and into light forever.
And he looked down, and then back up at me.
It was the look we'd pass

across the table when Dad was drunk again
and dangerous,
the level look that wants to tell you something,

in a crowded room, something important,
and can't

THE INVENTION OF HEAVEN

The mind becomes a field of snow
but then the snow melts and dandelions
blink on and you can walk through them,
your trousers plastered with dew.
They're all waiting for you but first
here's a booth where you can win

a peacock feather for bursting a balloon,
a man in huge stripes shouting about
a boy who is half swan, the biggest
pig in the world. Then you will pass
tractors pulling other tractors,
trees snagged with bright wrappers

and then you will come to a river
and then you will wash your face.

~Dean Young

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If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Dear ~Kate,

I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers today.

Luv, Keith~

I decide what matters and whatnot, Sherry.

And you do, you surely do. I see. Me2

Dear Kate,

sending........ :)

Love, blessings, from the heart phone,

Mieke

goodwednesdayeveryone,

well, well,....lookie see Iran's nukes are a stink bomb made frightenly monstrous by the BUSH/CHENEY Story Tellers Association of America.

REally, I was stuck in an automotive repair waiting room and was able to watch some of the Presidents news conference. I had to keep picking my chin up off the floor where it kept falling if I wasn't holding it up.

I do not know what troubled me more the fact that the President actually said on TV in front of millions if not billions of people that he only got the news a week ago...or...the fact that this man has got to be the dumbest SOB ever elected to the highest office in this Nation. How he answers questions is beyond embarrassing, his lack of knowledge of subject matter is astoundingly limited, he doesn't even bother to try to pronounce names correctly....he tries to hide his total confusion of his subject matter by his arrogant and smart ass responses..

after the news conference all I could think was that this man is.. simply put....an imbecile.

The United States of America has been lead for the last seven years by this imbecile and WE the American people have let this imbecile invade another Nation, tear it apart, piece by piece while we rallied behind him wavy our millions of little patriotic flags....ever on the ready....to pounce on the "other" great threat this imbecile set his sights on Iran.

I am so deeply disappointed in this Nation at this time. I am disappointed that we continue to allow this man, even though he has proven each day, year after year, his ineptness in leading this Nation to continue. Really, after yesterday's news conference if we the American people where at all an awake and aware people we would have DEMANDED his resignation.

If ever a President deserved to be fired...it is this one...President George W. Bush and his Vice President, Richard Cheney....

have a great day everyone, ruth(the orig)

May those who are born after me
Never travel such roads of love.
- Hitomaro

I think of the days
Before I met her
When I seemed to have
No troubles at all.
- Fujiwara No Atsutada

Tis built by Self, by Self becometh - the Gita

The Self that is self's friend can become self's foe, if self hates Self as not itself. -the Gita

Oh, she cried out, Where is a Zen master when you need one?

Kate

Dear Ruth, I'd be happy to sign your petition.

A Democratic person came by the house to sign up names for Hillary. I said I'm probably going to vote for Barack. She said well everyone in upstate NY is signing the petition to send Hillary to the convention. She's our senator.
My mom replied to me that I was throwing away my vote. Well I'm Taurus. I said I'm not signing.
That's America, isn't it?

To Bonnie, Tilde Kate, Keith and others who expressed interest in my job-hunting dilemmas:

Finally got a job. It's less than the prior six-figure salary I'd commanded; however, it's the best opportunity I've ever been presented with!

I'll be implementing data warehouses for large power companies. My first project is to implement a power outage management system for an unnamed city.

Anyway, the people I'm working for are a blast. I'm so happy I could bust.

So thanks to those who expressed concern and support in the past months.

Blessings!

hithereall,

the sage says "we are not our bodies." What does that really mean?

It means, to me, that we are pure consciousness without form, but one cannot distinquish it's formlessness without having experienced itself through a form....our body, which has a beginning and an end.

I have always disliked getting sick but these days I really hate it, dread winter because I know a cold or sinus infection will probably find it's way to my nose and settle in. The problem is my immune system goes all out in attacking this cold or sinus infection and I am really miserable for about 24 to 36 hours....I feel so bad during that time that I am known to wish I would just die right then and there...I do not mess around, I say just take me now...I cannot take this...my nose and throat are killing me the mucus is making me gag....I want to die. Then...I start to feel a bit better...and...kind of laugh at my dramatics...my death wish...my misery....and then I feel even better...I can drink juice...nice and cold with lots of ice...and I continue to laugh at myself, my dramatics....but I also know that when I was wishing to die....I meant it...no apologies....I hate being sick...I am a big frigging cry baby...I would hate to think what I would be like if I were seriously sick....

so, when formlessness decides to take form it experiences the pleasures and the pains...the pleasures are wonderful, and, well, the pains not so much, but that is the price of form, the price of the body trip...

But even as miserable as I get and feel while being sick I am aware of the formlessness that I am, still, and always...and that formlessness kind of gets a kick out of my antics...oh, there she goes again...with the death wish!

have a great day everyone, ruth(the orig)

Hi Sherry,

You are right this is America...vote for whoever you want!

Personally, I will probably go with Hillary..Barack, imho, is at least four years away from political maturity....he is a young-in, a babe in the woods, a boy in the midst...of matters larger than his experince base...Barack is a man for the future...not the now...imho, but you vote your choice...and

I say do not wait until January 2009....Fire the Man, this poor excuse for a President, NOW, America!

America get your head out of your gas tanks and wake up...and FIRE this President...send him back to Texas..ASAP.

have a great day everyone,...really gotta sign off now....ruth(the orig)

Just found what I was looking for. I was looking for something else though.

"For him whose humility and faith with respect to his guru are unshakeable, it is the same whether he dwell with his guru or not." -Precepts of the Gurus the ten equal things- WY Evans-Wentz Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines

Thank you Keith, for your quiet tolerance of me. My heart seems to be returning to normal since the blood pressur/beta blocker meds the doctor gave me.
Hope all have a nice day. I have to go set up someone's computer this aft.

Hi Sherry

"For him whose humility and faith with respect to his guru are unshakeable, it is the same whether he dwell with his guru or not." -Precepts of the Gurus the ten equal things- WY Evans-Wentz Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines

I would say -- "Guru's teachings" rather the "Guru". Now who can disagree when I say, I have unwavering faith in my guru's teaching which tells me about love, peace and nonduality?

"My heart seems to be returning to normal since the blood pressur/beta blocker meds the doctor gave me. "

Apart from modern medicine, I hope you practice mind-body medicine to improve that "connectedness" and speak to your body with your mind of which spiritual Guru Deepak Chopra talks about.

"I have to go set up someone's computer this aft."

Do you do it for free? or for charge? Is it your profession? Where do you live?

I am having problems with my desktop... I might use your help. Thanks.

dick

Looking For Each Other

I have been looking for you, World Honored One,
since I was a little child.
With my first breath, I heard your call,
and began to look for you, Blessed One.
I've walked so many perilous paths,
confronted so many dangers,
endured despair, fear, hopes, and memories.
I've trekked to the farthest regions, immense and wild,
sailed the vast oceans,
traversed the highest summits, lost among the clouds.
I've lain dead, utterly alone,
on the sands of ancient deserts.
I've held in my heart so many tears of stone.

Blessed One, I've dreamed of drinking dewdrops
that sparkle with the light of far-off galaxies.
I've left footprints on celestial mountains
and screamed from the depths of Avici Hell, exhausted, crazed with despair
because I was so hungry, so thirsty.
For millions of lifetimes,
I've longed to see you,
but didn't know where to look.
Yet, I've always felt your presence with a mysterious certainty.

I know that for thousands of lifetimes,
you and I have been one,
and the distance between us is only a flash of though.
Just yesterday while walking alone,
I saw the old path strewn with Autumn leaves,
and the brilliant moon, hanging over the gate,
suddenly appeared like the image of an old friend.
And all the stars confirmed that you were there!
All night, the rain of compassion continued to fall,
while lightning flashed through my window
and a great storm arose,
as if Earth and Sky were in battle.
Finally in me the rain stopped, the clouds parted.
The moon returned,
shining peacefully, calming Earth and Sky.
Looking into the mirror of the moon, suddenly
I saw myself,
and I saw you smiling, Blessed One.
How strange!

The moon of freedom has returned to me,
everything I thought I had lost.
From that moment on,
and in each moment that followed,
I saw that nothing had gone.
There is nothing that should be restored.
Every flower, every stone, and every leaf recognize me.
Wherever I turn, I see you smiling
the smile of no-birth and no-death.
The smile I received while looking at the mirror of the moon.
I see you sitting there, solid as Mount Meru,
calm as my own breath,
sitting as though no raging fire storm ever occurred,
sitting in complete peace and freedom.
At last I have found you, Blessed One,
and I have found myself.
There I sit.

The deep blue sky,
the snow-capped mountains painted against the horizon,
and the shining red sun sing with joy.
You, Blessed One, are my first love.
The love that is always present, always pure, and freshly new.
And I shall never need a love that will be called “last.”
You are the source of well-being flowing through numberless troubled lives,
the water from you spiritual stream always pure, as it was in the beginning.
You are the source of peace,
solidity, and inner freedom.
You are the Buddha, the Tathagata.
With my one-pointed mind
I vow to nourish your solidity and freedom in myself
so I can offer solidity and freedom to countless others,
now and forever.

- Thich Naht Hahn

I AM by JobobArikan
(A Must See!)

http://jobobarikan.deviantart.com/art/I-AM-71352146

"I AM by JobobArikan"

Superb! Let's thank the chimp. I saw it in the news today, oh, boy! Chimps have photographic memories and beat college students at memory games, so say Japanese scientists. Not surprising if you think, chimps have no worries, not much to think about, don't do drugs, or drink, or stay up late, and are not obsessed with sex. A clear mind goes along way, even with a chimp's brain.

Dear Keith, Mieke and Edmund,
I haven't slept all night, and now I will try for rest.
I feel your care and healing thoughts
(I had to spend all early a.m. at the er).
with love,
~ Kate

Dear Dana,
I am so happy to hear your good news.
Congrats to you!
love,
~ Kate

History

The sleep of ignor-ance

O Stalwart Warrior

Arise and Fight

Slay what haunts thee

In fond shapes

and would betray

Resist the shocks
of infatuation

with the bodily life of others

The shocks of sorrow

Alons enfant de la patrie

La jour de glore est arrive

Marchon, marchon

The Only Dance There Is

Read

Ram Dass

"Coke! It's the real thing!"

See Dana, your lucid dreaming worked :)
Congratulations and good luck!

Mieke

Sorry. I felt like singing. I'm just not that great a lyricist.

"Soul Meets Body"
Death Cab for Cutie
Plans

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it's true
That there are rocks left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

And I do believe it's true
That there are rocks left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

youtube.com/watch?v=TaD9DDWcK6Y (acoustic)
youtube.com/watch?v=i0hTJF7xqV0 (music video)

In order to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe. Carl Sagan

The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition. Carl Sagan

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in. Deepak Chopra

Kubaner: thanks for this piece from Alhacen. I appreciate all respectful attempts to clarify our discussions here at IB, and this is an especially valuable one. My attention went particularly to two items here:

1) Thus the duty of the man who investigates the writings of scientists, if learning the truth is his goal, is to MAKE HIMSELF AN ENEMY OF ALL THAT HE READS (*caps mine*), and, applying his mind to the core and margins of its content, ATTACK it from every side.

Does a seeker of truth necessarily need to be an ENEMY and ATTACK what he studies? The Vedic tradition in India offers this take on seeking truth:
http://www.avgsatsang.org/hhpsds/pdf/Sraddha.pdf

2) HE SHOULD ALSO SUSPECT HIMSELF as he performs his critical examination of it,...

I wonder if we do this enough - and that's all of us, even the ones in the 'Reason camp'. If we were to truly, sincerely, entertain the possibility that we have biases that color our view of the truth, I think all our communications would be imbued with deep humility and respect for other views.

Soul Sermon

You'll roast in the fires of hell
You'll make juicy steak steak
For devils and ogles there
and you torment will never end
A soul crying out for help
No one will care
No one will come near yo
On the road to hell
No one one wants to go
It's long and painful
It belongs to those who
died in sin, in disgrace
Waiting for pleasure
Waiting to be punished
but you were a sob
did nothing to help
You entered into old age
And found your mistakes
even then you never asked
for forgiveness, for help
Empty words you made
Your heart was black
It had become rotten
Fruitful territory for
the man down there forgotten
He masticated your soul
You cowardly, complacent slob
Criticising all here including your guru
But never daring to do anything useful
negative energy always
Now you are an old tree
Your time has run out
now don’t complain
The angels above have
had enough of your crap
The demons are ready
to cut you in pieces
your screams will be
music to ears of soulful
Its time for you to cry...
so look into your mind
and find your body
to make now a connection

I made a conscious decision at a very young age to seek the "truth".
I have found over the years that truth is a fleeting thing that only lasts for a moment. That moment when compared to our known universe is barely a whisper.

When I read quotes by Carl Sagan I experience that awe inspired humility of simply observing and being apart of this mysterious universe.

Where there is arrogance there is stale truth.

Where there is humility there is acceptance.

As I read quotes by famous people I am aware of these traits.

Truth is an illusion.

derek

#40, Kubaner says:

"...the seeker after the truth
is not one who studies
the writings of the
ancients and, following his
natural disposition, puts his
trust in them, but rather the
one who suspects his faith
in them and questions
what he gathers from them,
the one who submits to
argument and demonstration,
and not to the sayings
of a human being whose
nature is fraught with
all kinds of imperfection
and deficiency. Thus the
duty of the man who
investigates the writings
of scientists, if learning
the truth is his goal,
is to make himself an
enemy of all that he reads,
and, applying his mind to the
core and margins of its content,
attack it from every side.
He should also suspect himself
as he performs his critical
examination of it, so that
he may avoid falling into
either prejudice or leniency."

Thank you, Kubaner. God bless you
with love, peace, harmony and money!

What's this creation?
Why are we here?
what are we doing and should be doing?
Who will tell us all this?
We do have consciousness in brains or in airs?
why do birds fly?
Why do kangaroos jump?
why do people make love, sing, drink, dance?
why have all material possessions and why not live like animals in caves, on trees, in rivers?
Do animals know what's death, what's god, this and that?
Why do we think like that?
Is that god's curse?
do we eat to many apples out of the garden of evils?
or does the serpent of lust want a place to hibernate in winter?

I have many more questions. Dear readers here, could you help me. These make me crazy. For I think all the world is an illusion. Nothing here. Nothing there. No reality. And the reality of god, what's that?

This is my insight and that is not a thought wrought in some state of mindlessness. I am serious, folks. Help me out. I am not Empyrious
or Empyrious like emperor or Buddha. I am an ordinary guy, like you, but not like any guru. So if any guru here, please tell me of this illusion.

And may you go to heaven for knowing all this that I do not know and are happy with your happiness, your coziness in your mansions, big cars, Buddha bars watching women dancing and drinking hairs of dog - to get rid of your hangovers.

I do not read what I write. So pardon me for mistakes I made.

Dear Wheeler

When we're searching, searching, for meaning or things, we miss what's in front of us, and we end up losing it or throwing it away without meaning to. Yet life can take everything away in one split second, with no help from us.

Be calm. Appreciate what you have now. Find its beauty. Live within your own experience at every moment. I'm sure your life is amazing on many many levels.

Shekhar wrote a blog the other day, about a beggar who had once helped build some of Mumbai's Marine Drive buildings. She had been paid 1 INR a day, and was proud she had been raised to 1.5 INR at one point.

http://www.shekharkapur.com/blog/archives/2007/12/the_builder.htm

I think her story is an amazing thing. Yet think how much enjoyment and amazement she'd experience if she heard your story. And me, too. Imagine you're telling me about your life. Imagine my reactions and appreciation and respect for your mind and accomplishments. Your life matters. It's a work of art. Protect and love yourself. I think we are all meant to do that.

If you can love your life as it is now, you may sit in a mansion one day. Or maybe not. If not, you will have learned to appreciate the zen of life, which is about ignoring loss and gain, taking things as they come, and being joyful to be alive and experiencing in full all the mysteries surrounding us.

love, Heath

"If you can love your life as it is now, you may sit in a mansion one day. Or maybe not. If not, you will have learned to appreciate the zen of life, which is about ignoring loss and gain, taking things as they come, and being joyful to be alive and experiencing in full all the mysteries surrounding us."

Beautifully put Heath.

derek

"For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love." Carl Sagan

"I am often amazed at how much more capability and enthusiasm for science there is among elementary school youngsters than among college students. " Carl Sagan

"Uncertainty is the fertile ground of pure creativity and freedom." Deepak Chopra

"Your life can only be as free as your perception of it." Deepak Chopra

"When you blame and criticize others, you are avoiding some truth about yourself." Deepak Chopra

Everyone has some wisdom to share.
What resonates with me is not truth but connection. Everyones connection is unique. We are all connected through ever changing uniqueness.
Not quite as eloquently said a Carl or Deepak but I hope you all get my drift.

derek

.....eloquently as Carl.......

What if to achieve global peace and harmony we have to let go of both religion and science as ways of answering the age old questions of why we are here, what is the purpose, what is the truth, how did we get here ect.........?
Could we then embrace them for what they are not what they can answer? Then if some answer does comes along it's just gravy.

derek

I was fighting
with thoughts in my head

All I had to do
was exercise my will

It is as nebulus as mind
And just as hard to find

"Tell me why
there's no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather.
Stormy weather."

"When we're searching, searching, for meaning or things, we miss what's in front of us, and we end up losing it or throwing it away without meaning to. Yet life can take everything away in one split second, with no help from us."

-hqquinn in #47
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Dear hqquinn,

Thanks. You seem to be very philosophical, and perhaps we can share our thoughts here. We search our inner souls. We search our outer world. We want to see ourselves where how our inner and outer 'innerness' meet. I go in and out, moment to moment. I search for truth. I seek guidance, help, advice. I come to the IB to learn something here. I like Deepak. But when I read things like:

"It's a metaphor, like an electron or a photon is an indivisible unit of energy, a thought is an indivisible unit of consciousness..."

~ ?

*****

I do not know if people know what they are talking about. I know only a little bit of many things. But I do not understand how an electron or a photons is A UNIT of energy. Do electrons not have a range of energies? And same with photons? So why call them UNITS of energy. Are they not particle who carry different ranges of energy?

And what thought "an indivisible unit of consciousness" mean to you?

Can we not divide thoughts? Are thoughts indivisible? What about brief thoughts and long thoughts, meaningful thoughts and nonsense thoughts? Are these all indivisible units of consciousness? And many many thoughts make consciousness, bricks in a house or notes in the music?

Does this make any sense? Or it is all nonsense?
When I read stuff like this taught by the experts on consciousness, I feel like throwing up. My friend, the other day, hearing stuff like this the TV got so mad, he was just at the verge of hitting the TV with his black boots. Luckily his wife was near and calmed him down.

Noe dear hqquinn, please tell me if I care, how can I calm myself down, reading this kind of stuff who have millions of followers in the world. People teach such stuff are well known writers, on the top of the New York Times book seller list?

Are the millions dumb? I don't think so. Then I think perhaps I am dumb. What do you make of electrons and photons metaphor with THOUGHTS as
INDIVISIBLE UNITS of CONSCIOUSNESS?

Please do write and make comments. You are the one I think I can communicate with here. I see many spammers and trolls here who spoil the pleasure here of intelligent dialogue, and are having their own fun.

Please do not tell it's only a metaphor. Metaphor for what? Metaphor for things that make no sense. Is it then a nonsensical metaphors. Saying one thing alluding to the other? And the both meaningless? What deep thinking is involved here?
Should I listen to such people with knowledge and wisdom who profess to be the masters in the fields of science, medicine, and consciousness? Would you listen to them or debunk them?

Note: I am angry. Please excuse me. I do not want to hurt any body's feelings.

it's only a metaphor. nonsensical metaphors are OK.

why get mad at this stuff? walk away from it.

but, you're here.

what to the millions mean to you? do you want DC's success? is it attention you want, money, power, or if more than one, which ones and how?

it's not him / them, it's you. live for you.

if it doesn't work for you, turn your back on it. I will do the same, now.

Says hqquinn in 60:

"it's only a metaphor. nonsensical metaphors are OK."

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So telling this nonsense is like that nonsense

or

this nonsense is that nonsense is OK?

Then what is the sense? Where is the sense?

How can one walk away seeing innocent people who don't what an electron or a photon is, being lead astray with the THOUGHTS that someone calls
INDIVISIBLE UNITS OF CONSCIOUNESS?

People who do not have conscience perhaps can walk away, not those with conscience.

Please tell me where's your consciousness? Let us be courteous and have a sensible dialogue and do not brush off if you do not agree with someone. It leads to further ignorance.

No body's success or failure is being talked about here. We are seeking truth. Are you a seeker of truth or of some gobbledygook?

Why turn the back when confronted with an iota of truth?

By accepting all nonsense simply because it's coming from some well known man as truth, is all foolishness. George Bush is a well known man. Do you take anything he says at the face value he says? Then why take from anybody else? Is it blind faith?

hqquinn asks in #61

"is it attention you want, money, power, or if more than one, which ones and how?"
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dear Mr/Ms hqquinn,

None of the above.

What I want is to stop the 'bastardization' of science.

You seems perplexed. Turn you back, if you will, if you know no science and are blind to truth. Science makes one think. Religion and faith do not. Everyone is free to use his/her brain, if he/she has some.

Happy holiday shopping and Christmas songs!

how are they led astray, dear one?

methinks you're enjoying a moment of drama.

your telling me how to comment is not courteous, dear one.

your implication that if I walk away from this comment thread I am conscienceless is also not courteous, dear one.

why not turn the back when the bs is brought out in public? what better time to walk away?

if a foolish man /woman is strangling another, I'll intervene. if he's /she's just making noise, I'll leave him / her alone.

don't let your innate / inane arrogance lead you to the assumption that common man / woman is stupid. common man / woman sees way more than you think. but he's / she's compassionate, and keeps his / her own council, mostly. faced with things like witches and strange new wide-bodied planes, if compassion weren't around, someone might tell you to shake your brain up to get the arrogance out. but compassion comes into play, and there's silence, which you think is stupid because it also starts with an "s". a common synonym for compassion is love, and it's usually an apt translation of the feeling.

I seek truth on my own time, not as a stand-up comment comic.

you might give it a try, you might find some real truth that way. solitude and meditation are quite beneficial.

good evening, dear one.

ur watchin' the previews, hai na? alvida, dear one.

yo, Derek! :-)

love, Heath

"You show a great deal of wisdom and come pretty close to the central question."

Kubaner in #62
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Thank you, dear Kubaner. Perhaps you can help me in letting Mr/Ms hqquinn know what is the central question and which way we find the solution. By blind faith (religion) or by reason (science).

I wonder if the computer mr/ms hquinn is using to communicate here with us was the product of his/her blind faith in the ancient texts and in the teachings of those who call electrons and photos as the basic INDIVIBLE UNITS of ENERGY, and THOUGHTS as the IDIVISIBLE UNITS OF CONSCIOUSNESS!

What nonsense, a metaphor or not!

you're spouting rubbish because you're angry.

do tell, dear one... why are you angry??

enjoying the previews, hai na?

Hi dana!

I have been away for the past week..just catching up on IB...saw your good news!! Congratulations!

Love and Blessings
Bonnie

"Anger is never without Reason, but seldom with a good One." Ben Franklin

noise is energy being spent without harming others permanently -- it's a good way to defuse anger, without causing harm. compassion / love allows the beloved the space to grow by not interfering with the beloved when he / she is going through difficult moments. those are the ah-ha times, or at least they can be, if the difficult challenge is accepted. there is nothing more delightful than to see or hear the beloved say, "ah-ha!" and smile or get down to work.

excuses are unacceptable. being blunt is just fine.

self-knowledge is the goal.

all activities, whether science or faith-based, are potential catalysts for knowledge.

leave my spacings alone, dear one.

your anger leads you to be literal, argumentative, fat-headed, arrogant. putting a few soft words here or there makes no difference. it's like putting a cashmere shawl around a fish. a fish is a fish, shawl or not.

g'nite

Dark Night of the Soul

I lied. I am weary with forbearing and I cannot contain.

The Devil then sends so offensive of a spirit of bad temper that I think I could eat people up! - St. Teresa

That which this anquished soul feels most deeply is the conviction that God has abandoned it, of which it has no doubt; that He has cast it away as an abominable thing.... - St. John of the Cross

Life is an art...

An artist's life is no different.

But remember an artwork has a life of its own.

willow

ANOTHER SENSELESS MASSACRE TODAY:

HTTP://WWW.SSRISTORIES.COM/INDEX.PHP

HTTP://WWW.DRUGAWARENESS.ORG/HOME.HTML

"Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck." George Carlin

Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy. George Carlin

"Military justice is to justice what military music is to music." Groucho Marx

I'm getting the sneaking feeling that Kubaner is none other than our good friend Skep. Not that it matters in any way.

Great reading your posts, Heath and doodleman. Derek, you don't need to compare yourself to Deepak or any other luminary; your pronouncements have a depth and clarity that stand out.

"The unexamined life is not worth living." Socrates

"I am not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the world." Socrates

"People are difficult to govern because they have too much knowledge." Lao-tzu

When the highest type of men hear Tao,
They diligently practice it.
When the average type of men hear Tao,
They half believe in it.
When the lowest type of men hear Tao,
They laugh heartily at it.
Without the laugh, there is no Tao. Lao-tzu

"Religion is a mental illness."George Carlin

Thanks sWORDSman

Sorry for all the quotes, I just found a whole site of them and couldn't help myself.
So much of what is discussed here has been discussed for so long, I just thought some old school guys would be fun. Out of all of them I think Carl Sagan is still my favorite.

peace

derek

Yo doodleman 2, you must have found the same site, nice.

Yo

If adults in authority can get away with equating a teddy bear with the thoroughly dead prophet, then I'm with George Carlin: religion is mental illness.

"I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately." Yo d2 here's another one from George Carlin

Mr/Mrs/Ms hqquinn in # 64 makes a statement;

"if a foolish man /woman is strangling another, I'll intervene. if he's /she's just making noise, I'll leave him / her alone."

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Mr/Mrs/Ms hqquinn,

By you admission and statements you are making a fool of yourself. Since you've established yourself as a foolish person, I leave you alone.

You further state, "don't let your innate / inane arrogance lead you to the assumption that common man / woman is stupid."

I consider you somebody uncommon, so by your definition, I consider you stupid.

Note to Kubaner: please leave this Mr/Mrs/Ms or some goat alone. She seems to be bleating here, needing some attention in her loneliness in the Christmas season. She makes no sense of what she says.

If she's a woman, then perhaps she is some motel maid who got a pc as gift from somebody whom she made happy. And if he's a man, he seems to be some janitor somewhere. I make this guess as this person knows nothing about science, and further believes that thoughts are indivisible units of consciousness.

I would bet we could hold all of the discussions here using quotes from people who have been dead for many years and still come to the same conclusions. derek d1

"When you blame and criticize others, you are avoiding some truth about yourself." Deepak Chopra

"thoughts are indivisible units of consciousness."

No offense to anyone...

but... wouldn't that contradict Deepak Chopra's notion of *quantum* consciousness.

Perhaps there is a great vision here over reaching the insights of Deepak, Nagel, Chalmer, Dennet and Ramanujan - all combined into a personal science aka self-knowledge of a Buddha.

"...an electron or a
photon is an INDIVISIBLE
UNIT OF ENERGY, a THOUGHT
is an INDIVISIBLE UNIT
of CONSCIOUSNESS..."

~ ? (Who said that?)

So what conclusion we come to from this quote by some distinguished person? Any taker?

Okay this my favorite quote of my own
"You can not see the future with the eyes of the past" derek d1

oops! apologies!

"thoughts are indivisible units of consciousness."

After reading the quote again, I see it actually is completely in line with *quantum* consciousness.

Deepak is the best of the lot when it comes to science of consciousness.

"...an electron or a
photon is an INDIVISIBLE
UNIT OF ENERGY, a THOUGHT
is an INDIVISIBLE UNIT
of CONSCIOUSNESS..."

~ ? (Who said that?)

Perhaps Deepak Chopra?

"So what conclusion we come to from this quote by some distinguished person? Any taker?"

Conclusion: I bet, thought are like the quanta of energy in photons or electrons or neurons.

So what is it?

Wheeler
As far as I know, and that's not very far, there are no conclusions.

"Conclusion: I bet, thought are like the quanta of energy in photons or electrons or neurons.

So what is it?"

Deepesh Chandra #99
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Answer: Long standing continual propulsions of BS
from the oropharynx of the distinguished person.

Well this was fun everyone, I do hope that skep has found a way back, but I'm going home.

Good night doodleman 2 sweet dreams.

derek

ps Heath ;) love your trees.

In art, in life there are metaphors.

There are nonsensical or bad metaphors in poetry.

But the metaphors in science have to make sense.

science speakers use a form of metaphor - similes (A is "like" B) mainly to explain their theories.

Orange can be an Apple in art... orange can be 'like' an apple in science.

“The ability of objects and events to be everywhere at once seems like an attribute of God--omnipresence. The ability of electrons separated by millions of light years to 'talk' to each other seems like another attribute of God--omniscience.” Deepak Chopra

God ...a metaphor for Universe?

"quantum entanglement" is "talking"?

Electrons are Neurons...right?

Valentine poemettes of Stacy Doris
__________________________________________________

Eglantine

Dip my plume
in your ink again.
So long!

Sailor

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To my Love Supreme

from her little
lotus flower: Bud
stamen and leaf
my heart only beats
with hope of your
touch.

Kevin

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Pulpuce

The shaved mouse
Pauly the cat
mircowave deep.
Be my phoenix.

Prepice

------------------------

Bambi

I love you when
you love how
I love you how
you are. I love
you when you
love how you
love me how
I do.

The wasp

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There are total of 28.

Ruth #25:

Your "price of the body trip" reminds me that "an acidic body is a sickness magnet." Maybe we don't have to be sick this winter. Enter Braggs Organic Apple Cider Vinegar! -- mix with honey and water and drink in the morning...or evening...or anytime you think of it. Or let your "dramatics" have full reign and forget the honey. This potion has recently kept me out of sickness territory. To be more alkaline I need to eat less animal protein, white flour and sugar. It's work to make these changes but the rewards are worth it.

Trish~~

KIND

I hadn't noticed
till a death took me outside
and left me there
that grass lifts so quietly
and catches everything
we drop and we drop
everything.

~Leonard Nathan

Two Souls
(Offerings to Deepak--Love Song #3)

So what of Us my Darling,
how do we stay in love with Love?
is there somewhere we can Be--
Lover and Beloved
can we fall out of Love?
Now
We are of one skin and You
course through the rivers of my blood
as I course through the rivers of your desire
Your Soul turning in Me
My returning as Your Soul
This Dance of Spirit
Is
Entwined in God-Light
fever-pitched and awesome
Creation Melody Raptured
Prismal Bliss,


Catch the Light!





Love,
Melody

Two Souls #2
(Offerings to Deepak--Love Song #4)

Two Souls perform an aerial ballet,
circle one another
again and again
descend, ascend
soar
solar winds tunnel strange earth shapes
starlight showers beget Dream Dragons,
scorch the Lovers' marrow
angel ashes
fall
Don't look up!
saints go blind and the grateful dead awaken
furies search pelican gullets
fish taste of Lilacs
an aborigine smokes another peace pipe with
Mephistopheles
the World has gone
Mad
the air is thick as a brick in the wall
humans are having a crisis of identity
We really should take more care in our playfulness,

Darling

Year's End
by Ted Kooser

Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.

Two Souls #2
(Offerings to Deepak--Love Song #4)

Two Souls perform an aerial ballet,
circle one another
again and again
descend, ascend
soar
solar winds tunnel strange earth shapes
starlight showers beget Dream Dragons,
scorch the Lovers' marrow
angel ashes
fall
Don't look up!
saints go blind and the grateful dead awaken
furies search pelican gullets
fish taste of Lilacs
an aborigine smokes another peace pipe with
Mephistopheles
the World has gone
Mad
the air is thick as a brick in the wall
humans are having a crisis of identity
We really should take more care in our playfulness,

Darling

Year's End
by Ted Kooser

Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.

A Moment

Across the highway a heron stands
in the flooded field. It stands
as if lost in thought, on one leg, careless,
as if the field belongs to herons.
The air is clear and quiet.
Snow melts on this second fair day.
Mother and daughter,
we sit in the parking lot
with doughnuts and coffee.
We are silent.
For a moment the wall between us
opens to the universe;
then closes.A Moment

Across the highway a heron stands
in the flooded field. It stands
as if lost in thought, on one leg, careless,
as if the field belongs to herons.
The air is clear and quiet.
Snow melts on this second fair day.
Mother and daughter,
we sit in the parking lot
with doughnuts and coffee.
We are silent.
For a moment the wall between us
opens to the universe;
then closes.
And you go on saying
you do not want to repeat my life.

- Ruth Stone
And you go on saying
you do not want to repeat my life.

- Ruth Stone

So Mallika ...

or admmin/mod(s)

Did you recently ban our Tammy?

Why because she admires Deepak Chopra? ...and got into a heated/humorous exchange with another admirer?

nice job!

PS. Did you also ban Ron Saywack, Ambasteve and Norm? How many of the other regulars, whom we don't see anymore, were also banned?

PSS. Now are going to banish me too for asking?

The Weeping

I have shut my windows.
I do not want to hear the weeping.
But from behind the grey walls.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

There are few angels that sing.
There are few dogs that bark.
A thousand violins fit in the palm of the hand.
But the weeping is an immense angel.
The weeping is an immense dog.
The weeping is an immense violin.
Tears strangle the wind.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.

Federico Lorca

Hi Keith!

You crack me up, Ed! Talk about a moment. Whoa! damn

.

I spent half an hour scrolling willy-nilly through the mud and muck,
and then, finally, a semblance of life makes an address.

Hello back, my friend!

.

Is Sherry waiting in the wings?

.

Another white boy goes berserk an hour from my home,

killing at least eight and then himself in Omaha, Nebraska.

(The Brady Bill did what? )

It happened in a Von Maur, a ritsy-ass clothings store.

It made me think of Craig. Sorry, dude.

Keith.

#118
Divya

I am still here. Maybe I am not welcome either?!

The Baptist dude? Oh! It will be a good day.

I just know it! No prophecy included without prior consent.

Hey Divya!

.

Still thinking of you, Princess Kate. Take care.

.

A special "Hello!" to D.A & H.G.Q.

I don't like it here anymore. I want to go home. Will anyone show me the way?

Georgy porgy puddin' and pie
kissed the girls and made them cry
when the boys came out to play
Georgy porgy ran away

Concerning the hour of muck and mire, I get the impression that some people don't like dead people. Where do they think they got their own minds?
The sins of the fathers are visited apon the sons. Through DNA, genetics, karma, childhood patterning. Only the meek inherit the earth. All else go where ther heart and treasures are stored.

Going for my second cup of coffee.

Hey! I am still ALLOWED to post my "spam"?

I GUESS it is GOOD spam then!

If you don't see me posting for a week, you might assume they finally "CAME FOR ME"

On Mount Yagami
The setting sun has left the sky.
The light grows dim.
I thought I was a brave man.
My thin sleeves are wet with tears.
- Hitomaro

I took the flute in elementary school.
I did not know I would have to learn the violin
at this late stage.
The high notes always seem to be followed by lower ones. It's the rules of music.
What else could Milarepa do? But burst into a thousand songs.

Miguel Ruiz says "don't make assumptions". It has taken me some time, but I've understood why...

Hi everyone! I wish you ease and effortlessness in this possibly busy season.
What has happened with Kate, is there a post somewhere that would let me know? Healing thoughts and all the best to you Kate!

And Danashields, congratulations, how wonderful!

Aurora,
Existence is a dream.
Don't take things personally.
Do your best.
Don't make assumptions.

A few minutes ago
I was downstairs making coffee
But when I look
I'm not there

Oh... is it? :)))
Secret identity, I'm in the mood for smiling with you. Those are great secrets, thank you!

Re: #125 Sorry but I have to elaborate at the risk of sounding preachy. It's a habit from creative writing class to review my work.

"Lay not up for youselves treasures apon earth, where moth and rust dost corrupt,and where theives break through and steal: but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust doth not corrupt, and where theives do not break through nor steal: for where your heart is, there will your treasure be also."

What manner of man could break into my treasure house?

Good morning Aurora
Real or not, your presence here
is refreshing.

Sending you :))

Love
Bonnie

And in this dreamy existence, simplicity is the greatest wisdom.

Dearest Kate, holding you close in my inner circle of love. I have been through this. Remember, the memories in your heart are the most precious! They will never die and always connect you to your loved ones!

Strength and blessings, from the heartphone,

Mieke

Good morning dear Bonnie, thank you for your always so bright smile :)

Mieke, thank you. Wrapping my heart around Kate together with you.

goodthursday everyone,

While reading through the comments I am picking up that something is happening in Kate's life and I do not know what it is but I want to let her know that I am thinking of her and sending my love and warmth and may the healing light envelope her and her family.....ruth(the orig)

Dear Aurora and Bonnie too :)

Thanks and let's not forget our dear North who does not comment here anymore because she thought she was hurting people.

Dear North, when you happen to read this, you are as present as ever in my heart. Blessings and much love to you. Will never forget you and i still hope you and me will meet some "Sunny" day :)

Mieke

Dear Kate

Not sure what is wrong....I have been away...sending you hugs and love.

Love
Bonnie

Kate
I send much love and peace to you.

North
I hope you are warm right now.

derek

Yo K
It's holmes not homes.

I hope I didn't muck things up too much last night. I was painting all day and needed some verbal release. Although I did use others people's words more than my own. They have the same things to say only they say it so much better.

derek

Hello Deepak I have had so much fun at your intentblog, thanks for hearing my endless chatter..your sweet.

You will always be my best Guru imaginary friend, hehe : ) with love as alawys, t

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Too much of
anything is
bad. Too much
of unconditional
love of a woman
sends her man
to a whore for
conditional love.

FAST LOVE

"You don't love
me the way
you used to,"
you complain.
"No heat of
passion no more -
just like quick
bites on a plain
MacDonald hamburger,
without mustard,
without fries,
without jalapeno."

Darling, I love
you more than
ever before.
Don't you know
the hot coal fires
burning in a train engine
let the steam off fast
and carry in hurry the
cars to the destination
fast?

''The people shall not be deprived or abridged of their right to speak, to write, or to publish their sentiments; and the freedom of the press, as one of the great bulwarks of liberty, shall be inviolable.'' Madison.

I trust that open dialogue will be preferred on this forum to quick-fire sanctions and suppression of free speech! Over the two years plus since this medium was created, it has gained an appreciable worldwide following and attracted many intelligent posters.

Most of the commentators (with the exception of a few normative types) are well informed and bright who expect an honest ‘dialogal’ exchange. But from a few of the “Contributors”, this has not been forthcoming. Take the case of Deepak: he continually writes blogs then disappears, with absolutely little or no interaction with his audience. Which begs the question: What’s the point? I think a wise man will always find time to address his audience, no matter how busy he may be. Sadly, this has not been the case here.

I personally cannot understand why some of the original posters like my buddy Skep have been banished. Perhaps there are reasons beyond what is obvious! In my opinion, he was always asking legitimate, honest questions but continually came up to a stone wall. Deepak chose to ignore him as he has chosen to ignore so many others, myself included.

I think if this site is to prosper and continue to be a place to voice legitimate national or international and personal concerns, there must be a reasonable degree of interactivity between those who post blogs and those who respond to them; not unbridled curtailment of speech or banishment if some find certain comments unpalatable. It is certainly not an enlightened way to be!

Can you please make that a veggie burger, hold the mayo and onion, please... thanks

I hate to be one of those ‘I told you sos” Keith, but this tragic stuff happens as a direct consequence of this dog-eat-dog capitalist society. Our kids have been exhibiting these severe anomie behaviorisms for awhile now; as here in Washington State a few years ago we had one of those noted school rampages.

Just last night I was pondering this spirit of competition that is imbued within us in the public school system, along with those textbooks depicting the Pilgrims playing nice with the Natives that we read after we pledge allegiance to a flag, and how ultimately this spirit of competition is evil. I know, I know, ‘competition brings out the best in us’, but this is a tired and useless cliché that needs to also be retired. What has the spirit of competition done? So Lance Armstrong is rich enough to pedal a bike around all his life, gets cancer at a young age for taking performance enhancing substances, and is treated like some hero. Please . . .

Look at all of the baseball and football and Olympic athletes’ now-a-days, they are all wired for sound. Nothing natural there, nothing that demonstrates humankinds’ greatness. And the spirit of competition in the business world is even far more corrupt! As the very ethos of who can make the most money is in direct opposition to the life and teachings of Jesus Christ. Capitalism, especially American capitalism, demands that there be economic losers, whether they are the unafflicted poor in our downtown suburbs, or in some 3rd world ghetto where we do not see the suffering caused by international corporations exploiting the masses.

Money, land, & resources is what drives economic conquest, is what drives capitalism, as we are ever in search of resources to use, and new markets to exploit, capitalism demands social injustice. My proof. I do not care what reasoning is offered, but just look at what the United States government has done the last 110 years; we have ceaselessly toppled governments the world over, in many instances more than once and with enduring military/CIA operations, and ‘we’ are always at war somewhere or another.

Glorification of the military should be an obvious very bad sign, but look, we glorify the military and dare not let anybody say different. The brainwashing of American masses has been accomplished with money, Hollywood, and ‘consumerism’, but our collective malleable hate can be directed at any others as the war-making corporations desire it, ‘Islamo-fascists’, black people, red people, Mexicans, Chinese, Russians, whoever . . .

There is always an enemy of mighty capitalism! Makes one wonder does it not . . .

Peace

Mr. Saywack,
I'm sure your reasonable literary pieces are appreciated here. I congratulate you on speaking for Freedom of Speech. Are you sure your friend was banished? Perhaps he is just taking a break.

Ron Saywack says:

"Most of the commentators (with the exception of a few normative types) are well informed and bright who expect an honest ‘dialogal’ exchange."

I would also add most of the bloggers, eg., Deepak, Avtar, DK M, Suchitra etc are also well informed, talented, bright and distinguished in their respective multi-fields. We get the same impression from the cooking recipes and the body massage messages.

But the problem is we've spoilers, spammers and trolls here, in addition to the know-all alecks like Skep who never get tired of quoting Carl Sagan day and night, making the dialogues boring and thus drowning the spiritual core teachings of Deepak in the noise of spoon bending etc. He was offered the opportunity for the spoon bending even, why did he not accept?

Also one must bear in mind, this is Deepak's blog, he pays money to run it. He has a voice we must respect. How would you feel if somebody comes to your house when all your family is together at the Christmas time, and starting calling you a fat-head? This has been put so nicely by Mr. hqquinn on so many occasions here in the past. In his recent comments he asks:

"do you want DC's success? is it attention you want, money, power, or if more than one, which ones and how?"

and,

"if it (IB) doesn't work for you, turn your back on it."

further to it he adds:

"if compassion (at IB) weren't around, someone might tell you to shake your brain up to get the arrogance out. but compassion comes into play, and there's silence, which you think is stupid because it also starts with an "s". a common synonym for compassion is love, and it's usually an apt translation of the feeling."

"I seek truth on my own time, not as a stand-up comment comic."

I absolutely agree with Mr. hqquinn. But would like to express my disagreement with you that every tom, dick and hick should not be allowed to come here and insult our dear Deepak. After all it's his blog and he pays for it. You might argue it's is open to the public. But who wants bad people, charlatans and thugs roaming free in the public?

If your friend Skep was banned, there was a simple reason to it - he was a constant nuisance here!

Now I wonder what you have to say.

~~~~
Mapping the Genome

Geneticist as driver, down the gene
codes in, let's say, a topless coupe
and you keep expecting bends,

real tyre-testers on tight
mountain passes, but instead it's dead
straight, highway as runway,

helix unravelled as vista,
as vanishing point. Keep your foot
down. This is a finite desert.

You move too fast to read it,
the order of the rocks, the cacti,
roadside weeds, a blur to you.

Every hour or so, you pass a shack
which passes for a motel here:
tidy faded rooms with TVs on

for company, the owner pacing out
his empty parking lot. And after
each motel you hit a sandstorm

thick as fog, but agony.
Somewhere out there are remnants
of our evolution, genes for how

to fly south, sense a storm,
hunt at night, how to harden
your flesh into hide or scales.

These are the miles of dead code.
Every desert has them.
You are on a mission to discover

why the human heart still slows
when divers break the surface,
why mermaids still swim in our dreams.

---Michael Symmons Roberts

If somebody up there keeps picking on me, I'm going to shoot that golden delicious apple right off the top his head...with an arrow all the way from New York. And don't think I can't do it. I took karate, you know.
Well, skip the arrow. If you see a flying rokushakubo, six foot staff, heading your way, look out. It was my weapon of choice when I was promoted to brown belt.

Bonnie, That poem was beautiful.

You know, someone broke in and stole my staff as well, come to think of it. Years ago.

Hi ya, Bonnie! Happy Holidays! Thanks for #149,

I wish to write as well as that someday.

.

Speak of the red-headed devil...You'll get yours shortly.

.

Sherry,

If that's not your real name, it should be.

I love sounding it out in my head.

Hi! Karate? Splits still?

Craig,

You are still out and about and,
obviously connected. Good for you!

A couple of things worth the ponder...

Direct opposition ended up on top of economic losers,
with Jesus and Capitalism as the meat of the sandwich.

As far as competition goes...we, as a people, crave entertainment,
and my mission here is to provide a bit.
But 13 mill a year to play baseball?

Lethargic dumplings get jack-shit! Nothing personal, bud.
Generally...I would and do say, "Earn your keep or get the phuk out!"

Incentive trumps intent. No! Wait!
What's the difference?

Luv ya, Emp!
Happy Holidays!
(Where...and how-ever you must spend them.)

Rachel bat Avraham

Time for CSI Las Vegas. Good night.

Ref # 149

Michael Symmons Roberts (b. 1963) is the author of four collections of poetry, and won the Whitbread Prize for Poetry for his most recent book, Corpus.

Roberts is a lyric poet with philosophical and metaphysical concerns. These are strongly evident in a poem like 'Jairus', which is charged with a sense of the miraculous. That poem also shows Roberts' skill at rooting the miraculous in the everyday; while the miracle of Jairus' daughter being revived by Jesus is presented matter-of-factly, human hunger is lingered over in the advice to "forget the herbs, she has an aching / fast to break".

The human body - its organs, its urges, its existence now and after death - is another element regularly found in Roberts' work, particularly in the interwoven sequences 'Carnivorous' and 'Food for Risen Bodies' in this reading, and related aspects of science and medicine are recurrent themes too. 'Mapping the Genome' and 'To John Donne' both examine modern genetics; 'The Lung Wash' hyperbolises the medical practice, inventing "the only doctor in the world / who washes lungs", so that it leads its patient to a state of purity where "Everything you say is sudden poetry."

That patient has been referred to as "you" throughout the poem; many of Roberts' seem to talk directly to the reader, or, here, the listener. As Robert Potts, in the Guardian, writes, "He reflects on the world in a way that is informed by a sense of grace, of transcendence, but the pieces are grounded in detail, beautifully expressed, subtly luminous." His reading style matches this ideally, so that stories of the marvellous are presented modestly, casting miracles as if in passing conversation, yet keeping the miraculous present.

Apart from his work as a poet, Roberts is a novelist, and a librettist working extensively with composer James Macmillan on operas, song cycles and choral works. He is also an award-winning maker of documentaries for television and radio.

His recording was made on 24 August 2005 at The Audio Workshop, London and was produced by Richard Carrington.

Hi Sherry, Keith

I liked that poem a lot...found it in an old copy of Poetry magazine.

` Thanks for the info on Roberts.

Bonnie

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Russian Poem of Sasha Chernyi
tr. by Kevin Kinsells
http://www.archipelago.org/vol10-34/chernyi.htm
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Someone says: “Form? Nonsense!

When shit is poured into crystal,

Does the glass become less pure?”

Another objects: “Fool!

If the best wine is poured into a chamber pot

It won’t make people more likely to drink it.”

The dispute can’t be resolved. . . Such a pity!

Indeed, it is possible to pour shit into crystal.

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Russian Poem of Sasha Chernyi
tr. by Kevin Kinsells
http://www.archipelago.org/vol10-34/chernyi.htm
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Someone says: “Form? Nonsense!

When shit is poured into crystal,

Does the glass become less pure?”

Another objects: “Fool!

If the best wine is poured into a chamber pot

It won’t make people more likely to drink it.”

The dispute can’t be resolved. . . Such a pity!

Indeed, it is possible to pour shit into crystal.

God said to Abraham
kill me a son
Abe said man
you must be puttin' me on
God said No
Abe said What?
God said You can do what you want Abe but,
the next time you see me comin'
you better run.
Abe said Where do You want this killin' done?
God said
Out on highway 61

To the parents of teenagers out there:
Why did God tell Abraham to sacrifice his son at the age of twelve?

Because at thirteen, it wouldn't have been a sacrifice.

(Heard that from a young minister at a church up north.)

For Sherry:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=8siLZ4zNbY

:)

Hi Mieke...just coming in, to join with you and all in prayer for/with Kate! I don't know what is wrong.. but here i AM Kate.. with you in thoughts.

A PRAYER FOR KATE:

"May the Wellspring of Compassion be opened in us as we reach out in care. May soothing words find a home in us. May Tenderness bless us as we reach out to comfort body, mind, and spirit. In the midst of fear and frustration May Courage be given us. When difficult decisions confront us, may Wisdom inspire us. May Patience keep vigil with us and Peace of Mind calm us. May our heart find a song to sing even when we are weary. May abundant Love lift us and gratitude bless us as we live the mission of care entrusted to us. Amen" Author: Pat Bergen CJS

And yes MIeke.. you are correct. I stopped posting at IB, because people were either mad at me, or sad "for me" re: incurable disease, poverty, etc. My intention was to not make people hurt for/with me.

And so... back to my self-imposed exile. Expect a Christmas card soon Mieke, and you too Kate!!

Anou.. not one day goes by, that I don't think of you and "Popples."

Happy Holidays, to ALL!!
Love,
North

Dear post 161:
It sounds as though you haven't heard about evolution. There is external occuring and there is internal occuring. External is of the phenomena we perceive with our six senses. Internal is of our mind.

Of mind, the psyche disentangles from the personality, the spiritual disentangles from the psychical, the divine disentangles from the spiritual.
That's not the best description in the world but it's too late to drag out a book and quote.

I see you used the word supernatural. Some people are curious about math and the amazing double entry systom of accounting and some are curious about UFOs.

Facts come from other people's discoveries. Usually because they are curious.

So I am wondering, what are you curious about. And by the way, I've seen two or three UFO's in my life, and quite frankly, I'm not that curious.

Bush and Cheney, are war-criminals. Amazing how one war-criminal(Bush/Cheney), can murder by hanging, another war criminal(Saddam)... but, who will hang Cheney and Bush for their war crimes against Iraq?

? Why are "they" even free?

I"m with Ruth(the orig)..

wake UP, United States; as you are NOT united... yet.

"So after between 8 to 10 rounds of flipping, one person’s coin landed on “heads” every single time, and there was nothing supernatural going on at all even if this person was preying to his personal god or guru!"

Kubaner in #161
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Here you go wrong again!

How do you know nothing supernatural was not going out?

The man whose coin landed with head each time was chosen by God to win. It was in his destiny. He has done good Karma in the previous life. It was written in his fate, even before he was born, that there would be coin flipping something, and each time it'd be head-up for him.

Kubaner, it is all Karma and Dharma, from one birth to the other, in the cycles of life. We are into it, and we can't escape our luck and destiny. Everything is pre-destined. Man is just a vehicle for the burdens of life. He's given the chance, when born human, to end this life cycle and finally merge with God after his death, when the body dies and the soul survives.

If you do not believe in this, it's OK with me. And if I believe in this, it should be OK with you too. You keep your reason and beliefs with you. I keep mine with me. I love Gita, and Vedas, and everything there in about my faith. And I love my guru who teaches me that and helps me open my third eye.

So any qualms, still?

Bush is a genius. So is Cheney. The US is blessed they steered our country through difficult times and kept the terrorists from Saudi Arabia at bay. Saudi Arabia is our friendly country. We get oil from them. One of our ex-president is a consultant to the king of Saudi Arabia and gets few millions dollars each year as his consultation fees. What's wrong with the Saudi money coming to the US, even if they send terrorists here and we go to Iraq to find them?

It's so complicated. Only geniuses have brains to keep the international hot stops under control from bursting into flames. And who can do a better job than Bush and Chaney? God bless them, God bless America. And the foreigners who criticise our leaders, should go to their prime ministers to ask why they support the US in war against terrorism in Iraq and elsewhere.

In all the world
There is no way whatever.
The stag cries even
In the most remote mountain.
- The Priest FujiwaraNo Toshinari

Dear Keith, If you're still up? I'm still trying to learn the violin. I really wanted to learn archery. But then I thought I might take a wild shot and hit the neighbor as he came out to rake his leaves onto our yard. Are New York apples any better than Nebraska corn?

Guess I better tune out, and fall asleep with Mit Romney saying something about Mormonism.

# 170

Yes, I do. It is my belief. It has been every one's belief in my culture. God has told us this. God cannot lie. I know you will ask me how do you know if there's God. I will then ask you how do you know there is no God. Then you will talk of your coin tossing this and that and try to convince me to be an atheist. I do not want to waste half of my life in such things. I believe in God. I go to Church/temple every Sunday. God listens to my prayers. I do not ask him for tons of money and worldly things. I ask him for love, peace and happiness for me and my family. I ask God to help me that I help others, and he always does.

You might ask me, how do you I know he does. And I would tell you, I know the results. The proof is in the pudding.

And why do you want to know my name. Will it make some difference to you in formulating your theories and dumping them on me? You can call me Tom, Joe, John, Jesus, Mohammad, Deepak, anybody. It will not change me. It will not change what God has predestined for me. It will not stop me doing my Dharma and Karma right, so that I merge with God after this cycle of life.

If you want to go to hell by committing blasphemy, it's your choice. I want to go to heaven by praying to my Lord, it's my choice. I do not interfere with your life, and I do not want anybody to interfere with mine or change my mind about God. I come here for I love what Deepak teaches, and I am so happy to know that Deepak tells us there is life after death. it gives me hope of living, this life and life after death, in case I do not do my Karma right and do not merge with God after my death.

So what are you going to come up with to ask me further questions about my faith and beliefs?

There are many MENTAL REATARDS who want to FEEL GOOD and find their peace in NEW AGE GOODY GOODY

You see many of them at "SPIRITUAL" SITES on the net.

Doesn't mean that those who PREACH new age philosophy are also retard!

Take the example of Bush, he is a certified retard but if you had voted for Bush you automatically are not a retard!

But then if you believe in your mind bending spoon, you automatically believe in new age god!

"Wake up, Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you ..." (Rod Stewart)

to Keith: Just wanted to share with you that when I write here it seems perfectly sound and normal at the time. Then when I review it it sometimes sounds really off the wall. Do you think it automatic writing or an allergy to a serpent bite?

Just doing a reality check. I have to go bring my daughter to the Albany Airport at 5:00am so I'ii have to miss the morning muck and mire.

Sherry, of course, is on my birth certificate. What's to be afraid of. I'm a brown belt. And if God wants to smack me on the head that's His business. He's my Father after all and I trust Him.

#174,

Ask your God. Ask yourself. No one can answer it for you. Only you can for yourself

And don't be sure that you are the only one searching for truth or know what's truth and what's not.

And you are the only one who has reason. And those who have faith in God lack reason. You cannot prove or disprove the existence of God. You come with probabilities that there's no God. If you call this reason, that's good enough for you, be happy. Not for me.

You may have minor choices, but in the grand scheme of things you have no choice. What God wills, will be. Do you have choice to live for ever? Do you have to be happy always? Do you have choice to be successful always? Do you have choice to survive if an 18 wheeler runs over you car slipping on an icy road under 3 feet of snow.
Now you'll talk of chances. Are chances not the the fate or the luck. It's just the hollow structure of the language that people use in their rhetoric to make something out of nothing and convince people of any thing. Language beside, what's it you want to save here, that the believers in God have no reason to believe in him?
What's you point anyway? What's the central question?

Let me hear it from you.

#176

And if God wants to smack me on the head that's His business. He's my Father after all and I trust Him.
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Glory be to God!
No can tell God what to do or not to do.
If he wants to kill you and send you to hell, he'll.
So be a good man, pray to him. He'll reward you.
He'll answer your prayers.
But you must have faith first. You cannot carry out your experiments with God. God hates that. By doing so you demean him. And if you continue to do so, you'll surely go to hell, though he often forgives, only if you ask him first; and for that you have to have faith in him first.
Amen!

'FREEDOM REQUIRES RELIGION' : ROMNEY At Bush Prez Library Speech

What this man means is , FREEDOM REQUIRES CHRISTIAN RELIGION

NOT ANY OTHER RELIGION

NOT athiesm

NOT agnosticism


what this man MEANS is "TO BE FREE YOU NEED TO BELIEVE WHAT WE BELIEVE."

Someone PULEEZE explain how that makes sense.

PS. MORMONS BELIEVE THAT THEIR PROPHET SPEAKS DIRECTLY FROM GOD.

IF you do NOT follow the precepts of their Doctrine and the words of their Prophet, you will be immediately excommunicated.

ROMNEY IS A MEMBER IN GOOD STANDING.

FROM THE BUSH PRESIDENTIAL LIBRARY SPEECH......any one have any questions on who BUSHCO is supporting????

*************

http://edition.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/12/06/romney.speech/index.html

"- White House hopeful Mitt Romney on Thursday articulated his position on the role of religion in America, but avoided details about his personal faith."

# Story Highlights
# Romney: Freedom requires religion, just as religion requires freedom
# Romney says he won't confuse religion and politics
# Romney: 'My convictions will indeed inform my presidency'
# Speech is being compared to JFK's 1960 speech about Catholicism, politics

YOUR BELIEF in the EXISTENCE of a "rock"

IF NOT IN THE MIND that "believes!"

is a DIRECT and SHORT PROOF of NEW AGE GOD

WHICH IS POWERFUL VERY POWERFUL

And you will know how

to CREATE health wealth and long life

"Why does someone automatically believe in god if he/she can hold a rock in his/her hand?"

Some suggestions come in the form of voices and vision. But St. Teresa says to be wary of them.- Mysticism by Evelyn Underhill

The best answer and the best question is : Hast thou attuned thyself to Humanity's great pain, O candidate for light? - The Voice of Silence Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines

Now, I'm really going back to bed.

#180

He doesn't have to hold a rock in his to believe in God.

It's just to help others to make them believe by letting them know God created everything, including the rock you are talking about. It's a proof of the existence of God, and confirms our faith in him.

Perhaps you'd grin and say,"proof of the existence of God, my foot." You would say you could find the composition of the rock - all the elements of which it's made of.

When some one asks you where the elements came from. You will start quoting theories of other scientists like this, "well in the beginning after the big bang, there was only hydrogen and helium, and after that these combined and made other elements etc....and the rock contains some of those elements, silicon being the most abundant." And what about t=o, or before that, you have no answer.

You'd say no one knows yet. Does it mean God does not exist because you think you know what happened after t=o?

How did big bang come into being? Where from did come all the energy in it - no matter in what form?

What's wrong to attribute it to God, till you prove it was not created by God? And your proof anyway, could not be the absolute proof.

I ask you questions. You have no answers. You ask questions by questions. Do they make answers. I am happy you are beginning to question your own beliefs, so it seems.

"I know this must be hard for you to understand, but I am still working on my Karma and Dharma."

Kubaner
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What makes you so sure it's hard for me to believe
what you are doing. If you want to be blasphemous, do what you like. If you want to tout your arguments against God, it's your choice to go to hell after your death. If you do not believe in hell, it's still your choice. And those who believe in hell, and by doing so, are righteous people, you have no choice to come and interfere in their beliefs. You can mind your business, and they, theirs.

Wake up, a lttle Susie
Wake up.
Don't be late
the plane can wait
wake up.

Do not hesitate
Meditate
meditate
Wake up, a lttle Susie
Wake up.

Buy an artificial

One you can recycle

Environmental friendly

Leave the acts at home this year

.

CHRISTMAS

Mi'Lady North,

Season's Greetings!

I hope that a certain joy finds it's way to you before the year is out.

It won't last long, no. But, Hey!
At this stage, we take what we can get.

High Dee Ho!

.

Hello Mieke!

We know you love this place.

Or shall I say...

I know you are lovestruck.

Loitering sounds too silly.

Happy Holidays!

.

Dear Kate,

Cast away your burdens.

I would be more than happy--

My back is still strong enough!

Your third family awaits in all sincerity.

Luvz and hugz! We will help lift and support.

That is the most marvelous activity! With gladness,

Hey Sherry B...bu...bay...okay, be!

Good luck with that fiddle, dearie. My 9 year old boy is also learning.

I eat more apples, by weight, than corn, which goes...you know.

As far as looking back goes...well, it can't be helped.

Making judgments about something you wrote in the past is inevitable.

As Deepak says, one should take oneself rather lightly. I agree.

Fangless flirting draws no blood. It does raise hair on my back.

Tickled pink! Cheers!

Namaste Kate

It seems lot of people are sending their healing thoughts via comments through IntentBlog.com's Open Thread and perhaps silent prayers by the silent readership.

The power of prayer to heal is real.

If you may send me the latitude and longitude of the place where you currently stay, I can send you tailor made Kabalistic healing thoughts.

If you may reveal your birth name, place and date of birth, I can send you further healing thoughts based on Jyotish astrology.

You may not believe in Ne Age Astrology, but there is nothing wrong in trying.

Also, it will be of great help to know what the problem is - of health, finance or personal relationship nature.

I have specific prayers with tailor made mantras to suit a situation in a particular person's life.

Like Deepak Chopra says, mind-body alternative medicine is individualized. Similar is healing prayers they are also individualized for reliable cure.

So do tell us more about you and your situation.
If you don't know the latitude and longitudes of your place, just post the city, state and country, i will check the co-ordiates to see the planetary influences on your situation.

Thank you.

mani

Hi Keith,

You have figured me out, i am an open book lol.
I lost my heart to Intentblog :)
Love always goes where it cannot go........

Hi North, good to see you here again!
I read Kate's message at #32 and took the liberty to read between the lines as she mentioned the emergency room.

Season's greetings and Happy Holidays to all!

Mieke

"I read Kate's message at #32 and took the liberty to read between the lines as she mentioned the emergency room."

This another problem tat comes along by being ambiguous in communication. This has the potential to cause insecurity and worry among others who care about you, not knowing what you are actually going through. Communication is paramount in a spiritual community of healing.

Dear Kate, do explain your situation, this will help others to empathize with you at the proper psychological and spiritual levels.

We are influenced on an emotional levels not knowing what's going on... in part due to our own insecurities.

One doesn't need to go into self-defense mode and stop asking for healing thoughts, instead one should face one's own insecurities and share our joys and sorrows indifferently for proper healing and spiritual upliftment.

Thats one important thing to reach a critical mass in a community small or big.

Dear Kate,
I trust in what I feel.

Edmund.

I browsed the Songs of Songs and figured out a dynamic. It was only 'cause Vincent D'Onfrio mentioned it on his Law and Order show.

Saw the Dalai Lama on tv yesterday. CNN I think. I didn't know Milarepa was part of his order. The Milarepa Center in Barnet, Vt. had pictures of him all over the place. That was last year. Any way the young female monk there was very sweet. But she said she didn't take walks out into the beautiful woods. So I opened my big mouth and said I had read that Bodhidharma traveled to China and found the monks so emaciated that he introduced exercises which became the famous Shaolin Kung Fu.
She led us in a wonderful novice meditation. All I had to do was listen to her soft voice the whole time, and of course, do what my guru said to do.

As long as we all realize that everyone is created equal and have respect for others and their opinions this beautiful forum of free speech and idea sharing has enough room for
(All)
Todd
Happy Holidays

I was resting and it came to me that earlier on I misquoted. I think now it was one of Milarepa's poems that it was said: tis built by Self, by Self becometh.

It's important because why would WY Evans Wentz translate an ancient poem with the words "the yogi's car of victory"?

Well I wonder about things. I once road in a Penske rental truck all the way to North carolina with my daughter. To keep her awake I told her all the things I wondered about. It was about sixteen hours. But that's only because we stopped every two hours for her coffee lattes.

Some interesting (new) bloggers here of late.
Is there a tranformation effect manifesting?
Todd

Hello up there dear North. Hope you are staying warm and enjoying the spirit of the season. Down here, La Nina is still unhosing the heatpump up from the Gulf. Be well.

Hi Meike! I have been busy and said to tell anyone who telephones that I'm not home, but your heart phone has such a love-ly ring! :) Season's greetings!

Hi again Keith! Happy Holidays back at ya.

....

The Spirit of Christmas:
Peace on Earth and Good Will to Man
to everyone.

Bonnie

If there should rise
suddenly within the skies
sunburst of a thousand suns
spreading earth with beams undeemed of
then might be that holy one's
radiance and majesty dreamed of - the Gita

He knows my works, and labors, and my troubles, but I never want to forget my first love, lest he have something against me.

Poke me with a fork; I think I'm done.

dearest,
(which are all the ones here :)

Someone I care for dearly had a stroke two days ago, and I spent all the early a.m. in the emergency room by his side, and now
two days later I wait to know how the recovery will go.

It's especially hard when someone you love who has been strong and active, suddenly, all that freedom and mobility is taken away.

When thoughts of care surround me, it has a way of feeling good - it's just knowing that while we walk this journey of life - we share what it is to be human, with all the joys and challenges it brings. I wouldn't want it any other way.

But I confess, I have felt afraid. It's hard to think of losing someone you have shared a special part of your life with.

Yet, this morning the sun is streaming through and the warmth of feeling cared for, really lifts me up.

Bonnie, the feeling of peace .... I will carry it forth into this day.

~~~~~~~~~~~

dearest all,
my love for you is deep!

~ your Kate

#197-Bonnie--thanks Bonnie.. we got so much snow in just over a week, it's ridiculous!! Counting the days, until my son is home from college for Christmas; though am fretting, because Greyhound has been on strike for like 6 months!! I wish I had a car, to go get him!!

#199--Kate--so very sorry, for the difficulty of your dear loved one in the hospital. It is never easy, knowing someone may pass away; and it pulls the strings of our heart so very tightly..know always, you are with me, in mine.

Mieke--I keep preparing to disconnect the net; I have taken off all my design-slides from my space, and left on only two blogposts... but, I must find a way to keep the net into the new year.

I have recovered so very well from the abdominal surgeries, freeing me from almost 12 years of constant pain!! I feel reborn, in that sense of not having that pain after so long!!

I have been laughing, enjoying life more...because of the relief from so much pain. Not one day goes by, that I don't thank my Dr. who performed the miracle surgery. The cracked tailbone is surprisingly still tender; and I still can't lay on my back, the shoulder is great, and I can do things again.

Life is good, and I think 2008 will be a year of personal discovery for me...

Now, off I go, to shower, and visit Mom. She's lost so much weight, I am bringing her one of my winter coats today, to see if it fits. She is not well, and this makes me an emotional mess some days...

ciao,
North

Namaste North and Kate

You may consider Ayurveda and Yoga as prescribed by Dr. Chopra. Astrology will work also to make most of the future for a better life at all levels of happiness.

wrote this elsewhere in other part of intentblog... why would blogowner Deepak be offended if some blogposter wants to name his terrier after him? Certainly we should not equate the fundamentalist Sudanese lawmakers with Deepak Chopra's blog administrators. But then IntentBlog is a private kindgom and they have every right to delete any 'unconfortable' comments (and ban the offender) without any explanation or justification whatsoever!(including this, & me)

@202

That's a strawman.

Yoga an Ayurveda works "complimentarily" to reduce bring "wholesome" health and kill disease causing germs by bodies natural defenses etc....no it cannot attach broken bones or physically remove over grown tumors when they shouldn't be in the first place if the patient had practiced mind-body connectedness, and Astrology to avoid accidents.

People wouldn't be all that sick if they had the will and necessary tools to connect their bodies with mind in the first place.

Merry Christmas : ) and Marry all the other December holidays too!

Love

"why would blogowner Deepak be offended if some blogposter wants to name his terrier after him?"

As I said before Deepak is a modern day prophet (no literally though). He has written many prophesies about the coming future age of wisdom with his great intuition.

Certainly misusing the name popularized by the life of a great guru is offensive to his followers. And the loving guru will alwasy address the 'ignorant' concrens of his followers by nipping the problem in the bud, by the easiest means possible - rather than explain their insanity about their objections (which could be a lenghty process) he will encourage them in other more spiritually fulfillig activiies like prayer, meditation etc - which also enables them to find all answers on their own and makes them see the real meaning of his teachings for what it is.

@208

Actually 'bullshit' and 'cowshit' is used for medicinal and hygienic uses(anti bacterial sanitation of village houses) in the India.
Ayurveda takes no offense if someone ignorantly calls it 'bullshit'! Among other things it is bullshit morphed into medicine!

Ayurveda and Yoga have no side effects and there nothing wrong in trying!

At least it works as nutrition therapy and relaxation exercises.

If you get health benefits from it it is only bonus. Moreover it makes you feel good! That's very important, live you short life with a positive spiritual mindset, enjoy magic an fantasy, its all good! Enjoy life by having a 'wholeness' experience from both ,modern science and magical thinking and alternative healing!

Dear Bonnie,

You are one of a kind! Of course in Your Natural Own Way :)

Dear Kate, sending loving and caring thoughts, sharing your difficult moments. And being a member of the Intentblog family from the beginning, sometimes reading between the lines only reaches the one that it is destined for :)

Dear North, it is good to read you have recovered so well. Wish you a very good 2008! No matter what connection, the heart connection is always there , open and accessible!
Give my warmest regards to your mother.

Gratitude from the heart phone

Mieke

goodfridayall!

Dear Kate, It is hard and scary to go through a serious illness with loved ones...taking it day by day helps it not to be so overwhelming....wishing you and your loved one the best of the best.....to come.

North....it is good you hear from you...and you sound soooo good....brings a smile knowing your pains have lessened.....

have a wonderful day everyone,..ruth(the orig)

Dear Craig

I just read your #146. Don't worry so much dear. Of course, no capitalist cereal manufacturer intentionally includes angels but marshmallow bits do look angelic in a bowl. Who knows? The state of world affairs can now change.

Peace and good cheer to you this holiday season.

Love
bonnie

Dear Keith, Uncle!

Uncle as in, "I give!"? Or as in, "Shame on you!"?

Feeling flush...whew! And I have to work this morning.

A single UT will attend the company holiday party tonight.

Oh! Whatever shall I wear? Bald and bare, my worthy consternation.

It's snowing again. I love it! Bye!

Must you confound me so?
I'm going to finish reading the morning paper.

Your friend Edmund seems to have one sound mind nestled on his shoulders. Somebody let the dogs out and he doesn't seem to blink an eye.

lol, ma sherie, when dogs are around, don't show your teeth, don't run!
Anyway, I can see you are proficient as a handler.
And UT, his bark ain't gonna get pissed on.

Dog aint so bright, in fact, God damned backward.

Resonance?

I really don't know all this text messeging. It took me a long time to figure out BTW. What's lol and UT. And do you know why someone up there was talking about a rock?.

Thanks Mieke, Bonnie, Ruth, et al...

I am trying to sell an antique Frank Stallman Dresser Theatrical Trunk.. to stay online!! Keeping my fingers crossed for luck!!

Bus's are still on strike almost 6 months now, so unsure how my son will get home from college for Christmas.. soOo stressful!! Damn bus company, and their GREED!! The train is inconvenient, as it has a 7 hour wait enroute to here.. can you imagine? that's a whole work-day!! Ooh, I wish I had a car!!!

OK. Keep me in the dark. I know how to turn the light on. Just lazy, I guess.

I'm coming to realize life is like a Japanese tea ceremony. Like the one in the Karate Kid between Ralph Machio and his girl friend.

You have to pour the tea slowly. You have to set the pitcher down slowly. You have to sip slowly.
Does that make patience a virtue?

Well I found the rock reference. post 180,181, &183. Don't know what it refers to, Maybe something Deepak said.
Here's something Jesus said: ...On this rock (Peter) I will build my church. ...and greater things than these will he (a person) do because I go to the Father.

Institutions somehow get grander than the people working them. But a house, said the Buddha, is not a house. It is a roof and four walls.

Meaning language can be its own deceiver and mystify and fascinate the mind, and keep one away from that "first love".

In Jewish philosophy God remains hidden and won't show his face. But look around, how many people are in the world? How many caterpillars, cocoons, buterflies?

In the Bay of Sumi
The waves crowd on the beach.
Even in the night
By the corridors of dreams,
I come to you secretly.
- Fujiwara No Toshyuki

Paris in the spring
and my little pony
in the morning..
Take me with you to Paris this spring
when I am full with you love~

To work under difficulty is like rowing a boat against the wind. To learn through hardship is like obtaining gold by sifting sand. - A Chinese Garden of Serenity Reflections of a Zen Buddhist...translated by Chao Tze-chiang

Father, if you want the sand lifted
You better send that star

How 'bout a morning star?

Sounds good to me. Good night.

I see you Keith and Bonnie.

:)

Lol, Sherry, is like a word and means precisely what I want it to mean. I am no text-speak but this one has become almost universal....it just needs you!
For a long time I thought it meant 'Lots Of Laughter' until someone lolled me for that. Sure, I sometimes take it as derogatory, 'Laugh Out Loud' it is but in my message to you it surely meant you are fun to be around.
As for UT. I assumed you knew when you called Keith Uncle. Keith is also affectionately known by one, Diablo, (Peace be upon him) as Uncle Tree. Keith, also is a high grade lol.

How about ROFLMAO now, Sherry? I'm toothless!!

And 'rock' I think the jury's still out on that one.

The tardiness of reply is my sync sunk at GMT.

I'm all yawn! (your one. tr.)

Gawd! I'm going back to bed.

Well said and explained, my good man!

Now answer me this: How in the world can any thing be termed 'gawd awful'?

Or for that matter...what about 'doggone good'?

Like that prime rib I had last night. Or the various cheesecakes.

Or the Colossal shrimp...no sushi, no sherry. damn!

Tip the scales, mate! TREE be fattening up! Whoa-ho-ho!

Bring on the bearded moss.

Hey Mate! It's Ma Te in Japanese. It means stop the kumite and start the dance of the kata.

In the kata, you have an imaginary enemy. Just something the Gita said.

Right now I need some clonazepan. I used to cling to Him like a baby monkey, but where did He go? Disappeared like the Lone Ranger after slaying the bad guys.

Never mind about he clonazepan. Its just that Song of Songs. I trust my guru will see me through it. I'll hang on tight to a vision of his black patent leather shoes. And I mean it.

Maybe I should go back to Barnet for a lengthy stay in seclusion.

I'm so confused. Welcome back Kotter. that's text for Keith.

I grew up with Shari and Lamb Chops. You?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVZDbHUG-_0&feature=related

Too busy bulding tree forts in the woods, and jumping over gorges in the brook. And flirting with the boys who came up to the lake in the summer.

From 'The Enchanted World' by Silvia Hartmann

"A word is like a can with a content, but we don’t know what’s truly inside.

Generally people trust in the fact that those who sold you the can will have placed a small picture on the outside that tallies with the contents on the inside.

In this example the words are the cans, and the contents are the real energetic components, the actual information, the data BEHIND the word.

The lonely conscious minds, which cannot read the energetic data for and by themselves, never get to open the cans.

Some evil people noticed this and ever since then, dog food is being sold to the conscious minds in a nicely decorated can which boasts the picture of a tempting peach.

For example, let’s take a closer look at the word, “a man”.

What does the label show us?

From the outside it seems as though this describes a proud Hercules, a strong, healthy hero who with a brilliant smile spins the entire world like a basket ball on his finger tip.

But if we were to open that can of “a man” and release the true meaning like Pandora’s box, what would we find?

Instead of true power and strength which comes from the own heart, we find brutality and dominance games which would sicken any gorilla. There is no sensitivity, no intuition, no creativity and no compassion because of course such things are strictly forbidden for a “real man” and only weaklings would have such lamentable character faults.

And that’s supposed to be a man?!

It is worse still for women. I don’t really have to get into that for I’m sure we all well know just how much unfathomable misery and the degradation of the ages is stored up behind that single word.

And what about the word, “the child”?

A useless, stupid burden, worthless until it grows up enough to start doing some decent productive work ...

ENOUGH!

We can really spend an entire lifetime on the couch of the psychotherapist and still we won’t even have a half a percent of these insane contents under some form of control.

I propose therefore to do something different, namely to take the word and to DECIDE FOR OURSELVES what each and every word means, exactly what the true data content BEHIND the word SHOULD BE, and to make the words that we think and speak our own once more and to use them to help us, instead of allowing them to drive us insane.

When we take ANY word that gives us trouble and we simply re-define it to mean WHAT WE WANT IT TO MEAN, we rediscover the original magic of words.

That is extremely simple, as simple as to say, “From this moment forth, if I was to use the word, “a woman”, I will mean this word to represent a human totality of the female sex, and beyond that, I don’t yet know how a real woman works, what she does, how she functions in her perfection as a design of the creative order, or what such a human totality could experience, create and contribute.”

When we do this, something extraordinary and very powerful happens – namely that we are then no longer chained to the great powerfields of the ages, produced by the insanities of billions who preceded us.

That is how to break free of old entrained, enshrined roads, out of old prisons which are being re-cemented and re-created, every time we pray to them when we repeat the old words in thought, in the spoken word or in our written language.

Take the pen into your own hand and write your own dictionary.

And when you do, you get to write your own life."

Give moss a chance....that's right.

Now THIS GUY PENN should run for congress!!!

Penn endorses Kucinich, challenges 'conventional wisdom' on electability
Jason Rhyne
Published: Friday December 7, 2007

Actor Sean Penn endorsed dark horse Democratic presidential contender Rep. Dennis Kucinich (D-OH) in what was billed as a "major political address" given by the actor Friday in San Francisco.

http://rawstory.com/news/2007/Penn_endorses_Kucinich_challenges_conventional_wisdom_1207.html

OLBERMANN: "BUSH HAS NO BUSINESS BEING PRESIDENT"
Olbermann sums it up with a BULLSEYE

BUSH ON IRAN:

"BALD FACED LIAR"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79bxVgzgKkQ&eurl=http://www.opednews.com/articles/opedne_chuck_ad_071207_keith_olbermann_s_sp.htm

DETERMINED, STEADY KUCINICH QUADRUPLES SUPPORT

http://www.afterdowningstreet.org/?q=node/29157

Keith Olbermann Says "You sir should not be President!"

Olbermann sums it up with a BULLSEYE

BUSH ON IRAN:

"BALD FACED LIAR"

(click for Youtube video)

Why can't I call myself The Masters Chick again? I cant remember?!
or was that Deepuks girl is that ok? or do I get kicked off for that too? can I can I can I, do you see where this gos boringvill! x10!, espiasally with president blablabla........I love you

AAAAAnnnyy way:::::::::::::

I love you

Lava Lamp [with thanks to tammy]
(Offerings to Deepak -- Love Song #5)

i am but a dance
a dancer
a gloryday into a velvetnight
soft visions curl and twirl and swirl
at my feet
and
gentle winds move and groove
lift my veils
see me now my Beloved?
i bring you Prasad once more
i am the lamp you light
with the ghee of your wounded heart
i bestow upon you
honour and a certain nobility
Darling

do you Know me now?

love

I have to say Tommy boy, your the best poet in all world! I love you. Your silly chatter makes me higher than anything else around! Kinda like a quick run in the rain, and a brain freeze from the yummiest ice cream!

Now for a nap.

I love you X 10!

Re: #231 Dear Keath:
I lied. Too shy to flirt. Too direct to be coy. Cleverness was never my aspiration. Nor was sophistication. I was taking literary license. Don't know why I've lied to you twice now. It's the opposite of talling the truth.

Dear Sherry,

If you think my play with words, like external, internal and maternal, was a blow below the belt (pun intended), please forgive me.

But we belong to a sexual species, where members of the opposite sex come together in all sorts of ways to propagate.

Sorry.

From My Life: Reason looks for two,
then aranges it from There(Hejnian)

Where I woke and was awake, in the room fitting the wall, withdrawn, I had my desk and thus my corner. While waiting, waltz. The soles of our boots wear thin, but the soles of our feet grow thick. The difference between "he presented his argument" and "they had an argument." I still respond to the academic year, the sound of the school bell, the hot Wednesday morning after Labor Day. Must the physiologist stand apart from the philosopher. We are not forgetting the patience of the mad, their love of detail. The sudden brief early morning breeze, the first indication of a day's palpability, stays high in the trees, while flashing silver and green the leaves flutter, a bird sweeps from one branch to another, the indistinct shadows lift off the crumpled weeds, smoke rises from the gravel quarry----all this is metonymy. The "argument" is the plot, proved by the book. Going forward and coming back later. Even posterity, alas, will remember Sears. As for we who "love to be astonished," there are fences keeping cyclones. Might be covered, on the ground, by no distance. She spread her fingers as she spoke, talking of artifice, which extends beauty beyond nature. Perhaps it is only a coincidence. For, as Neitzche put it, "If a man has character, he will have the same experience over and over again." In the morning at eight I sense the first threat of monotony. Give a penny with a knife. Candor is the high pitch of scrutiny. I was tired of ideas, or rather, the activity of ideas, a kind of exercise had first invigorated me and then made me sleepy, so that I felt just as one does after a long, early morning walk, returning unable to decide whether to drink more coffee or go back to sleep. The uncommon run of keeping oneself to oneself. The piggy-back plant is o.k.
I liked doing that, had made rooms for dolls on trucks that way, looking in on them through windows. It was a pretense of keeping our distance from anything that appeared pretentious. A sorry mess, but well-framed. As if a contorted checkerboard formed the portrait of a handsome woman in a hat of several ochres and umbers. The dog circles more than a moth before resting. Let the traffic pass. They were on vacation and therefore bored. Someone wanted to go away from everywhere forever but jumped into the bay. We were warned such accidents happen while mothers talk on phones. A doodled gnarled tree. Milk belongs to the mythology of cats but it makes them sick. Ours was a stray with ringworm. One night each year on Boston's Beacon Hill the curtains remained undrawn and the public was invited to peek in. I didn't wear my dark glasses because I didn't want a raccoon tan. Yet this needs shading in. It seemed that I didn't after all, want a birthday empty of sentimentality. It's on the compulsive buyer's rack up front.

The real adversary of my determination was determinism, regulating and limiting the range and degree of difference between things of one day and things of the next. I got it from Darwin, Frued and Marx. Not fragments but metonymy. Duration. Language makes tracks.

Do you know one of the several criteria for beatifying a saint in Roman Catholicism is the birth of that saint's spiritual family. For example, St. Francis generated the Franciscan Order. St. Teresa of Avila generated an order of nuns, etc.

I know I did not have to respond to your ungentleman-like words, but I have a little of the Vagra Dakini in me.

Diogenes was beaten silly by his master Aristothenes because that is how much he wanted truth.

A Mouse and a Frog

A mouse and a frog meet every morning on the riverbank.
They sit in a nook of the ground and talk.

Each morning, the second they see each other,
they open easily, telling stories and dreams and secrets,
empty of any fear or suspicious holding back.

To watch and listen to those two
is to understand how, as it's written,
sometimes when two beings come together, Christ becomes visible.
- The Essential Rumi

Whew! It's getting warm in here. I think I have an infection, or else the moon is rising.

Yes, Bonnie! It strikes me like a quick slap, that the 'truth' can be told

by a sane man(Neitzche). Just look what it does to one!

It's the same damn thing, over and over again that drives people nuts.

That's why I brought up(a word came to my mind) duration to Desh.

Is Eternity endurable? Mustn't we die and forget all about it, or go nuts?

.

And now, Sherry goes and brings up an agape masochist...ouch!

Oh, yeah! We want it bad alright! We want it so bad it hurts.

Soooo...why not accept and receive the given invitation to the higher life?

What's it gonna hurt but your feelings, which...btw, don't bleed real blood?

Giving up an idea cannot hurt, unless we see all change as negative.

Sum it all up in one sentence and repeat after me, ad muesium.

No! I only wish I'd taken Latin.

.

Love you all! Happy Monday!

How come the majority of the world's best poetry comes out of the hearts and minds of men?...Lord Byron, Wordsworth, Geaorge MacDonald.

Gearge MacDonald wrote
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the Everywhere into the Here.

How did you get those eyes so blue?
I kissed the sky as I cam through.

I read an account of the 1800's massacres where the whites were killing the Indians. One white guy was shocked that the "savage" cried tears at her loss.

It is possible to reason that God is personal, simply because He created such personal creatures. What may be up for contention is whether or not he is immanent.

Also, Eternity does not mean Eternal. Two entirely different concepts.

Maybe someone up there should rearrange his room. Do a little Feng Shue. It sounds like he got up on the wrong side of the bed.

By the way, I like your Latin. It's just the way that you say it, can be so quaint.

I live and work near an air force base.
When they warm up their planes that have props, it sounds just like when monks chanting OM. I often forget that it is actually war machines and not monks.

derek

Keith

My one sentence:

When one thing becomes another
the other is free to become
something else.

bonnie

Yesterday someone asked: What is the purpose of life?

Well, dear friend, if you have not yet found one, you are in trouble. :)!

Initially, I wasn't going to answer the question, but since it is obviously important to the questioner, I have decided to offer my thoughts: Here we go:

You must celebrate life to the fullest because it is your only opportunity. You must decide for yourself how you want to do so. Do good things in the world and avoid harming others in your endeavors, and if you are fortunate enough to have more money than you need, give some of it to the poor; your generosity and philanthropy will make you feel good about yourself and the needy will undoubtedly appreciate it and always look up to you.

You must bear no illusion about an imaginary cycle of birth-death-and-rebirth. This is only wishful thinking! There is no evidence to suggest such to be the case and it does not appear to be Mother Nature's intent, anyway. Live a good life and always be considerate of others. Look up into the night sky and marvel at its infinitely haunting beauty and humbling magesty.

You must be skeptical of all things and take nothing for granted; ask questions, and never sacrifice your mind at the alter of religion. If you do so, it will be a waste of a mind and a mind, as you probably already know, is a terrible thing to waste.

If there is a god, whatever that is, so what? Such an entity has not yet spoken to you or to me because it obviously sees no reason to. It will be earth-shattering news if that ever happens. When it comes to metaphysics, god and spirituality, it has always been man doing the talking under the guise of divine inspiration or divine providence. Don’t buy it!

Finally, eliminate perceived conditions placed on your life and be wary of those who tell you so as they may be out to fleece you. Relegate religion to the trash bin of history where it belongs!

Allow your mind to soar into the farthest reaches of the universe and think: think what if? What if there is intelligent life out there, more or less advanced than we, or are we alone in the vastness of space, in the unimaginably immense cosmos?

#255
PURPOSE OF LIFE

You must celebrate life

You must bear no illusion

You must be skeptical

If there is a god, whatever that is, so what?Don’t buy it!

eliminate perceived conditions placed on your life

Allow your mind to soar into the farthest reaches of the universe and think: think what if?

So preaches the preacher on the pulpit, Ron Saywack

--------------------------------------------

A laundry list of
dos and dont's
all blah, blah, blah

that might be your
purpose of life.
why it must be ours?

Now ready for -
why are we here?
important question
again. No?

war planes humming
like monks chanting

bombs breaking ego
so enlightening

I am here because I have a big ol huge crush on YOU!
and to love love love everything everyone all the time everywhere no matter what! 619 243 4600 call me : ) : 0!

Professional help is certainly in order for some of the parasitic low lives who have decided to make this forum home!

It must be terribly frustrating for them to be habitual bottom feeders in the literary world.

dear Ron
purpose of life
is not frustration.
call six nine one
three four two
forty six hundred
to cast off
your frustration.
she's waiting for
her darling guru
might consider you.
it's the spiritual
not the literary
world into which
we're all hurled
to merge in peace
with Lord finally.

A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld,-
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,-
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.
- Emily Dickinson The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

Cold Sunday Morning Love

Soft pillow under my head
my lover beside me in my bed

this cold Sunday morning
burning in our yearning

we need no tea, no eggs, no bread
only unending love all day instead

Cold Sunday Morning Love

Soft pillow under my head
my lover beside me in my bed

this cold Sunday morning
burning in our yearning

we need no tea, no eggs, no bread
only unending love all day instead

If someone sits with me
And we talk about the Beloved.

If I cannot give his heart comfort,
If i cannot make him feel better
About himself and this world.

Then, Hafiz,
Quckly run to the mosque and pray--
For you have just committed
The only sin I know.



~Hafiz

Winter Midnight Melody

bone freezing cold
old bare tree stands
by the river all lonely
icicles bending branches
make it bow so low as
to kiss the ground

all birds flew to the
south of border in Mexico
no one here but the lonely
watchmen writing soul
stories to uplift hurt souls

but Randy doesn't get it
comes here to tell the void
the purpose of his life
that's is to gaze into the
hazy winter sky and count
the stars all night

Edmund, Wake up! Did the cat ever come down from the tree? I've been thinking about the poor thing all night.

Hi Ed!
#266 Bit strange that, Sherry....one of those quickfire things that pop into one's head. Go figure, me included.
Well, shortly after, at another blog, I got this from a friend in Costa Rica! No fire brigade in the rain forest.

>>>[info]nirma
2007-12-10 06:48
Yes so many little stories to share for animal lovers... Like when I had to climb in a tree last week to get my cat who couldn't come down..Yes cliche...I've always been a climber so no problem except that it was in the dark..She started crying out loud at 10.00 pm when I was in bed and it was sport recuperating her...I did it while my husband couldn't believe it....I felt like an 8 yr old...<<<

She's not English lol.

#259 Yo Ron, beware, Tommy cat's no parasite. He's up a tree and could well poop on you!
That's the prob with reason, Ron. One loses sight of the fun and the man behind it... Hi aR?

Now darn! You say 'Hi' to yourself in the morning. You know darn well it was post #70 from Religion's Greatest Enemy, because you repeat the word firebrigade. You then cast the attention to a different story, which I know I've read here before. Are you trying to get me all consternated before I have my coffee. I woke up with something special to say and now see what happens? And also there happens to be a mote in my eye, or is that a splinter. Anyway I can't even see straight now without my coffee.

Sucking down coffee in an ice-storm

Currently...as in NOW...and then, immediate

Gratification...Hell has frozen over, I swear!

They canceled work and school. I'm staying home with the kids.

.

Hello! Mind if I freeze myself to your tongue?

You might get another tongue-lashing.

Hurts so good!

Not English, lol.

What does he mean by that?

Uh, oh...ugh...Sherry's married?

Dear Keith,

Did you ever see a perfectly circular rainbow? I did. I was coming out of the little library in my village and looked beyond to the lake. That was so many years ago, I can't even count. But there it was. A wonderment. Like you, mate.

I think I'll go back to bed. It's my day off. There must be something I'm supposed to do today.
I guess it will come to me.

Tranquility according to His essence. Activity according to His nature:
Absolute repose. Absolute fecundity. For this dignity has man been made. - John Ruysboeck
Mysticism by Evelyn Underhill

Gosh, I'm glad I didn't have the last word on that other post. I was sounding like a p in the a.

Bery bery Merry Christmas to you! and all. From your biggest fan!
I love you : )

OOps I forgot this.

#269 Oh dear, total misunderstanding it seems! Unfortunately the 'Hi Ed' landed there instead of at the beginning of Nirma's message to me at another blog/forum. Unfortunately, I couldn't edit. No, that story is fresh, or deja vous!

And Keith, Nirma is not English and I added that because of her use of 'recuperating' and, and, and, oh. never mind.

'Bit strange,' Sherry, my 'cat up tree' coincidence and reference to your reference to that post #70, from Religion's Greatest Enemy, didn't coincide with your approval.

It's okay.

Dear Sherry, I wash my eyes out with a bit of salt water when theres a problem, it works.

Love
t

Warm salt water that is!

Love

Hi dear Ron,

"Well, dear friend, if you have not yet found one, you are in trouble. :)!"

Lol, i catched a falling star, put it in an envelope and sent it to you!

I must admit dear Ron that in my teens and twenties i questioned a lot because of severe acne and doctors not yet knowing it had everything to do with hormones :) But for a woman in those days i could not celebrate life to the fullest if you know what I mean :).

This all changed when doctors came up with the Diane pill that has helped many women during those days. So mainstream medicine is a very good thing!

The anti-conception pill has been the empowerment of women in the first place but i want to tell you that God revealed "itself" to me too and its unconditional love told me that i was accepted the way i was. You know, women that unconsciously readiated lots of sexual radiation in those days were all considered whores and that was something religion had ever so much trouble with!

Unfortunately, i have been born a little too early for the sexual revolution. Luckily my own children have been, and are able to celebrate life in a more natural way :)

That does not mean that marriage is sacred, because I do believe it is!!!

Mieke

Dear Mieke:

As always, it's refreshing to read your thoughtful commentaries.

We have come along way in the past 50 years, and ‘eons’ since the Darwinian Revolution.

But, we still have a very long yet to go. Sadly, ‘religious' stumbling blocks (and taboos) have grossly and egregiously impeded man’s sociological, technological and medical progress for centuries. Imagine how far ahead we could have been today if people were free to explore their curiosities and hopes without fear of reprisal. We could have possibly conquered heart disease, cancers, diabetes and much, much more by now. When the Library of Alexandria was raged to the ground around the time Christianity was beginning to gain prominence and acceptance in Europe, around the 3rd century, it, essentially, set us back almost two thousand years. It was an incalculable loss. More on this, later!

Thanks for the greetings and all the best to you and loved ones this holiday season.

With warmest regards,

Ron.

Amend: should read "razed".

Dear Edmund, Confusion seems to have a calming effect on me. Wait! Maybe I meant Confuscious.

Re Post 268:
Im stareing at a picture of me in a white dress and a veil. I'm standing between two tall priests in black robes. I might have been 8, - A little bride of Christ.

The name I chose was Teresa. I guess we got divorced later on. My guru sure likes Him, though. So we've reconciled.

How many reincarnations can you have in one lifetime? It's a mystery isn't it?