Guru Pitka - May 12, 2008
Hello blogophiles! Welcome back to another entry in Guru Pitka's blog of Truth and Illumination. Sounds very impressive doesn't it? I wanted to call this "Rapping with the Gu." Add a C in front of rapping and you'll know what I think of that, Jack. And "Gu" is just icky.
Anyway, so this is my seventh blog - lucky number seven as they say. Though the last time that I stayed at a Motel 7, I didn't exactly "get lucky." Actually, I got a rather aggressive rash in location that shall not be named, but it rhymes with "Danus" and it hurt like a DotherDucker. And the chastity belt made any medicated creams very difficult to apply. Can I get an AMEN from all the belters out there! No? None of you? Really? Not even a loosey, goosey one made of felt or something like Robin Hood? Gosh, I feel so alone in my chasteness. But I have accepted this as a step in my life journey.
Everyone has their own journey to take to reach enlightenment and oneness with ones self and this journey is different for each journeyer. One person's journey might involve climbing Mount Everest, or walking across the country with nothing but a backpack and sneakers made of hemp. My point is everyone's journey is different and you don't know where someone is in theirs, so respect everyone's path, and do not be an obstacle. Like my chastity belt was on that long, hot itchy night outside of San Antonio. You'd think even the most basic of motel chains would have an ice machine!! Next time, it's Marriott for me!
Mariska Hargitay
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Posted by Guru Pitka at May 12, 2008 02:20 AM
Dear Guru Pitka,
San Antonio was very hot and itchy that night!
Anyway, I just wanted to write a comment about truth and illumination. (My last comment as there is no more to say. Have work to do. Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men.)
Bear with me. It is something I read in Kabbalah. The Divine soul has three garments, nefesh, ruach, and neshama. Thought, speech, and action. My contention is that those being ripped asunder reveal the Divine soul. "Lay on thy bed , be still, and know that I am He." Be still would be quieting the body, quieting the speech, and quieting the thoughts as in meditation.
So I am happy you see that all religions turn out to be the same. I think if God loves us then He wants us near Him.
Sayanora from your pal,
Dear Guru Pitka,
Yum.
Dear Guru Pitka,
My 8 month old grandson shows such delight at the dvd Baby Einstein.
I ..."in this contact, rivers of honey full of all delight, flow forth; for the spirit tastes them under every mode it can conceive or apprehend."
--Ruysbroeck
I don't understand why on either count.
I am shameless; and ask too many questions.
Dear guru Pitka,
It seems my master doesn't know me at all.
It is like Madame Ryes-Davies having a tramp soul follow her around for 6 months. She was trying to study the Tibetan phenomena.
I am going to soar, Guru Pitka. I have to leave this master and he does not know that.
He does not know that.....he does not know that I am going to soar. I guess clarity is my thing. Confusion is others.
Dear Guru Pitka,
How I loved Master Po. And now he's gone like yesterday's news. Is that a lesson in transitoriness? No.
It is just how the Heart cannot abide dishonesty. And anything concealed.
So I will give another name to my gift wave and see if my mind truly is a Conqueror.
My rational mind sings: no no, it's too much.
My Heart sings: yes yes, just a little
My Heart cannot abide its own dishonesty. Or any concealment. Is that why we write, Father?
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My rational mind sings: no no, it's too much.
Dear Guru Pitka,
How I loved Master Po.
He does not know that.....he does not know that
Dear guru Pitka,
It seems my master doesn
Dear Mr. Hargitay,
I must protest your disparging remarks about the Motel 7 as it really is one up from Motel 6... as for ice machines and your general discomfort? This really is your issue, as if you'd been 'one' with your rash, not being seperate from its being... you'd be at one with your pain... in essence one big rash...
peace out...
management of the Motel 7