Category: Thomas Merton

ORIGINAL SILENCE ERASES ALL...... March 22, 2020

3/22/2020

OCEANSPEAK
HAS BECOME
SKYSPEAK
AS WE ARE NOW IN
OCALA, FLORIDA

6:48 AM

ORIGINAL SILENCE ERASES ALL
THAT IS NOT REAL*
ew
5:28 AM-3/22/20
*Nothing Real Can Be Threatened: Exploring a Course in Miracles
by
Tara Singh

This book introduces the idea that by stepping out of fear by acknowledging
that what is real cannot be just a projection of the mind
-and thus discovering where fear cannot intrude-
transformation and peace are possible.

Its message is taken from
Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Herein lies the peace of God.
The power of the book is such
that it brings attentive readers
to the very state it describes.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3756794-nothing-real-can-be-threatened

https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/the-beyond-within-nothing-real-is-man-made-sunriseafternoon-may-21-2015
Also see CATEGORIES for Course in Miracle & Tara Singh in CATEGOIES column...right hand of this page

Fear is the mind killer,
It is the little death.
I will face my fear,
It will pass over me,
Around me,
And through me.
And, when it is gone. . .
I will remain.
(this version by Patricia M. H. Atwater)
from her
...WELL WORTH THE READ...
Recent E-Newsletter
https://mailchi.mp/cinemind/special-news-on-two-fronts?e=6ceff880a6

1:51 PM

Back in 1981, Sylvia Browne (a famous psychic) wrote a book called END OF DAYS.
In that book she predicted:
“In around 2020 a severe pneumonia-like illness will spread throughout the globe, attacking the lungs and the bronchial tubes, and resisting all known treatments.
Almost more baffling than the illness itself will be the fact that it will suddenly vanish as quickly as it arrived,
attack again ten years later,
and then disappear completely.”
Patricia Atwater
https://mailchi.mp/cinemind/special-news-on-two-fronts?e=6ceff880a6

To name Tao
Is to name no-thing
Tao is not the name
Of "an existent."

"Cause" and "change"
Have no bearing on Tao.
Tao is a name
That indicates
Without defining.

Tao is beyond words
And beyond things.
It is not expressed
Either in word or in silence.
Where there is no longer word or silence
Tao is apprehended.

The Way of Chuang Tzu - page 152
Thomas Merton
Preface by His Holiness The Dalai Lama

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SURVIVING PURE EVIL’S AGENDA "...center of nowhere..." "...a flash of sanity..." "..once you mess with Exorcism..." "... mordant traits of nightmare..." February 19, 2020

2/19/2020

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STATE OF UNWAVERING PURE GRACE
(BEYOND ALL HUMAN ABILITIES
OF CONSCIOUSNESS)
THE ONLY MANNER OF SURVIVING
PURE EVIL’S AGENDA
ew
3:42 AM-2/19/20

In Haiti
we know good and evil are one
but we never confuse the two.
Serpent & The Rainbow
- Wade Davis

You have been lucky.
Do not wait for a time
when you'll see things
that you should not see.
Serpent & The Rainbow
- Wade Davis
(See Amazon's "Look Inside")
https://www.amazon.com/Serpent-Rainbow-Scientists-Astonishing-Societies/dp/0684839296/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=serpent+and+the+rainbow&qid=1582096723&s=books&sr=1-1

There are only some of the dangers and traps that face every exorcist. His pain is physical, emotional, mental.
He has to deal with what is eerie but not enthralling;
with something askew, but intelligently so;
with a quality that is upside down and inside out,
but significantly so.
The mordant traits of nightmare are there in full regalia,
but this is no dream and permits him no thankful remission.
Hostage to the Devil -Martin Malachi

See Read More below Afternoon Photos
For extensive and deeper Understanding of
Aftermath of Exorcisms for the Exorcist

At least a flash of sanity:
the momentary realization that there is no need
to come to certain conclusions about
persons, events, conflicts, trends,
even trends toward evil and disaster,
as if from day to day and even from moment to moment
I had to know and declare (at least to myself):
This is so and so, this is good, this is bad;
we are heading for a "new era"
or we are heading for destruction.

What do such judgments mean?
Little or nothing.
Things are as they are,
in an immense whole of which I am a part,
and which I cannot pretend to grasp.
To say I grasp it is immediately
to put myself in a false position,
as if I were "outside" it.

Whereas to be in it
is to seek truth in my own life and action,
by moving where movement is possible
and keeping still when movement is unnecessary,
realizing that things will continue to define themselves -
and will be more clear to me
if I am silent and attentive,
rather than constantly formulating statements
in this age which is smothered in language,
in meaningless and inconclusive debate,
and in which, in the last analysis,
nobody listens to anything except
what agrees with his own prejudices.

—Thomas Merton
the hammock papers...

There is no where in you a paradise that is no place and there
You do not enter except without a story.
To enter there is to become unnameable.
Whoever is there is homeless for he has no door and
no identity with which to go out and to come in.

Whoever is nowhere is nobody, and therefore cannot
exist except as unborn:
No disguise will avail him anything
Such a one is neither lost nor found.
But he who has an address is lost.
They fall,
they fall into apartments
and are securely established!

They find themselves in streets.
They are licensed
To proceed from place to place
They now know their own names
They can name several friends and know
Their own telephones must some time ring.

There is a definite place for bodies,
there are pigeon holes for ashes:
Such security can business buy!

Who would dare to go nameless in so secure a universe?
Yet, to tell the truth, only the nameless are at home in it.
They bear with them in the
center of nowhere the unborn flower of nothing:
This is the paradise tree.
It must remain unseen
until words end and arguments are silent.

—Thomas Merton
The Fall

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whiskeyriver
camels on a beach
Todd Kennedy drone pic
https://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2020/02/he-who-has-address-is-lost.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FmnCFM+%28Love+Is+A+Place%29

The states of darkness and illumination
coexist over a long period,
alternating sharply and rapidly.
Many seers and artists pay in this way,
agonizing periods of impotence and depression,
for each violent outburst of creative energy.
Evelyn Underhill
http://makeheaven.com/mysticism.html
http://makeheaven.com/articles.html

AFTERNOON

Desire refers not only to desiring some object,
but even to the desire for enlightenment.
The need to know,
to have the knowledge of one’s true nature,
even that is a desire,
and that desire is by the “me”.

When conceptualizing ceases,
the outward false-seeing stops,
and what remains is in-seeing,
not seeing inside
but seeing from within
the source of all seeing

February 19
The Net of Jewels
Ramesh S. Balsekar

READ MORE BELOW
People of The Lie - Scott Peck
Awakened by Darkness - Paul Levy
HOSTAGE TO THE DEVIL - Malachi Martin

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"UNVEILED SOUL "...no extremes are possible..." 12/30/19 "...a virgin alone...“ "...place of resurrection...”

12/30/2019

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BE STILL & LISTEN
<
ERRONEOUS SHROUDS DISAPPEAR
CLARITY SIMPLY IS
AS UNVEILD SOUL OCCURS
<
A TRANSPARENT CONDUIT THAT ONLY LISTENS
=
AT ONE WITH THE REALMS
BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
SILENCE SPEAKS*
ALL JUST IS
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5:41 AM-12/30/19
*See Taylor Caldwell's
THE LISTENER
https://read.amazon.com/nc/?kcrFree=only&asin=B007MUJ1Q0

New Year's Wish

The past year has been for me and for many others,
an opportunity to cling to God
in the face of hardship and pain.
In our acceptance and surrender
we grow closer to God.

To recognize your powerlessness in the face of suffering can be the door to a small circle of peace within,
a stillpoint.
It used to seem to me that
Catholic saints were obsessed with suffering,
gladly accepting and even welcoming it.

This is because pain brought them
to the deep truth of God’s nearness.

In A Passage through Self, Bernadette said:

"Those in the unitive state
now have a balanced psyche
and no extremes are possible.
Once their feelings reach a certain threshold,
that is it,
they come to an end.

They are either stopped and go no further
or they, as it were, bump into God.
So these feelings act kind of as a reminder of God’s presence.

That is why when some saints reached the unitive state
they actually went out and sought suffering,
looked for problems because they realized this situation.

The greater the problems,
the greater the awareness of God.
The more they had to put up with,
the more they had to contact this center,
and the more that center was revealed."

Rather than wishing you
a prosperous and peace-filled New Year,
let me wish you instead everything you need
to draw closer to God.
May the fire of your longing light every day.

Excerpt from:
https://contemplativedaybook.blogspot.com/2019/12/new-years-wish.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ContemplativeDayBook+%28Contemplative+Day+Book%29

See this link for more re: Bernadette Roberts
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernadette_Roberts

AFTERNOON

Quotes below in this front from EXCELLENT essay re: Thomas Merton
https://emergencemagazine.org/story/on-the-road-with-thomas-merton/

Whatever else can be said about Merton, and much has been said,
one thing is certain: he was a monk who loved trees.
One might say I had decided to marry the silence of the forest,
he wrote.
"The sweet dark warmth of the whole world will have to be my wife.
Out of the heart of that dark warmth
comes the secret that is heard only in silence …
Perhaps I have an obligation to preserve the stillness,
the silence, the poverty,
the virginal point of pure nothingness
which is at the center of all other loves."
He had been searching for that center his whole life.
Le point vierge, he called it.

This monk who wed the silence of the forest
was also a gregarious lover of people,
which is exactly why he needed to flee their presence.
He yearned for the kind of deep solitude
where he could shed his public persona
and live for God alone.
Perhaps he would find it among the California redwoods,
along the Lost Coast,
or in New Mexico’s Chama River Canyon.

le point vierge
I first discovered the phrase in Merton’s book Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander, where he wrote:
At the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth, a point or spark which belongs entirely to God, which is never at our disposal, from which God disposes of our lives, which is inaccessible to the fantasies of our own mind or the brutalities of our own will.

This little point of nothingness and of absolute poverty
is the pure glory of God in us.
Merton helped me articulate a belief
I’d long suspected, that the core of our being is not rotten,
as my Protestant upbringing had insisted,
but is a place of untouched beauty and wholeness
reserved for God alone,
a place beyond ego that no evil can touch.

Merton borrowed the phrase le point vierge
from Sufi scholar Louis Massignon,
who borrowed the idea
from the ninth-century Sufi Mansur al-Hallaj.
As al-Hallaj wrote,
“Our hearts, in their secrecy,
are a virgin alone,
where no dreamer’s dream penetrates--
the heart where the presence of the Lord penetrates,
there to be conceived.”

Eight crows wheeled in the sky overhead,
casting their shadows on the bare hillside.
He read the Astavakra Gita on reincarnation,
looked out over the Pacific, and wrote:

Reincarnation or not,
I am as tired of talking and writing
as if I had done it for centuries.
Now it is the time to listen at length to this Asian ocean.

In the fall he would cross this Asian ocean on a different pilgrimage, one that would be his last.
Before he left, he photographed Needle Rock.

The great Yang-Yin of sea rock mist,
diffused light and half hidden mountain …
an interior landscape, yet there.
In other words,
what is written within me is there.
“Thou art that.”

As Merton wrote in his essay “From Pilgrimage to Crusade,” the peregrini set out not in order to visit a sacred shrine
but to seek solitude and exile.

If the peregrinus had a goal, it was to find his
“place of resurrection”--

a specific place where he might live out his remaining days
in prayer and solitude.

This was not simply wandering for its own sake, Merton wrote:

“It was a journey to a mysterious, unknown,
but divinely appointed place,
which was to be the place of the monk’s
ultimate meeting with God.”

Whether Merton sought God here in this desert canyon
or along the desolate Mendocino coast
or in the deep hush of the redwoods,
he began to suspect that his search for the perfect hermitage
was a chimera.

The country which is nowhere is the real home.
His real home was le point vierge,
the place in himself reserved only for God.
Perhaps I have an obligation to preserve the stillness,
the silence, the poverty, the virginal point of pure nothingness
which is at the center of all other loves.

The Christian of the future, Rahner said fifty years ago,
will either be a mystic or cease to exist.
Brother Leander looks hard at me with his good eye.
“And what is mysticism?
The experience of God in the interior of one’s being.
I always liked Hermann Hesse’s definition of a mystic:
a poet without verses,
a painter without a brush,
a musician without notes.”

I tell Brother Leander that I pray the Jesus Prayer,
a kind of mantra used by the early desert monks.
“Yes, laddie, and you must pray the prayer
not only with your lips or your mind
but with your heart.”

IT WAS A COLLECTIVE madness that befell European Christianity
in the medieval years when Christians gave up wandering
in search of God and turned their search
toward wealth and power.
By the twelfth century,
the peaceful and defenseless peregrinatio of the Irish monks
had been replaced by the violence of the Crusades.
When knights, kings, and priests attempted to liberate
the land of Abraham through force, Merton wrote,
they implanted within the European psyche
an insidious pattern of conquest
that would repeat itself many times
over the coming centuries.

By the time Europeans set foot in North America,
the pilgrim mentality and crusader mentality had finally fused,
creating a singular and disastrous form of alienation
that resulted in the conquest of indigenous peoples.

As Merton wrote:
“Centuries of ardent, unconscious desire for the Lost Island
had established a kind of right to paradise once it was found.
It never occurred to the sixteenth-century Spaniard or Englishman to doubt for a moment that the new world was entirely and rightly his.
It had been promised and given to him by God.
It was the end of centuries of pilgrimage.”

“There is no lost island merely for the individual,”
Merton concluded in his essay on pilgrimage.
“We are all pieces of the paradise isle.”

In no time is that more true than now,
in this age when our paradise isle
is threatened at every turn.
Perhaps the meaning of pilgrimage now
in this age of climate change and species loss
is that the fruits of our inner life in God
cannot remain ours alone;
they must be shared for the sake of all life.
The portal to the invisible must be visible.
“What can we gain by sailing to the moon
if we are not able to cross the abyss
that separates us from ourselves?”
Merton asked.
“This is the most important of all voyages of discovery,
and without it all the rest are not only useless but disastrous.”

To update Merton’s question:
What can we gain by fixing climate change
or ending poverty
or terraforming Mars
if we remain alienated from ourselves?
How to cross that abyss?
Brother Leander:
You must let the prayer descend to your heart, laddie!
Brother Isidore:
Let us be silent before God who made us.
Brother Jerome:
You learn to talk to silence,
and silence answers in silence.

This is the work:
to take these feelings of loneliness and exile
and bring them into the furnace of the heart,
where emotional abandonment becomes mystical abandonment.
Sitting in this tiny patch of shade,
surrounded by white sage and ocotillo,
I bring these thoughts into prayer.

Normally my prayers are a dull litany of requests and complaints,
the hypes and gripes of a lukewarm spiritual life,
but here on the edge of this vast mesa,
I feel those petitions giving way to something more compelling,
an opening into a more spacious country.
An uncomplicated resting in God,
who seems to have no other agenda
than to welcome me into this place of
silence and mercy and at-oneness.
A feeling of Presence
that is so much more than the breeze on my face
or the sweat evaporating on my skin.

Quotes above in this front from EXCELLENT essay re: Thomas Merton
https://emergencemagazine.org/story/on-the-road-with-thomas-merton/

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WORDLESS WORDS "...what we Are, before we are." "...life that gives unto life..." December 2, 2019

12/2/2019

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ONLY WORDLESS WORDS
CAN EXPRESS THE WORDLESSNESS
OF
LIFE ITSELF
AS A
NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE ONE
=
A NATURAL WAY OF LIFE
ALL NATURE KNOWS & IS…
…EXCEPT FOR HUMANS
WHO BELIEVE THEY ARE ONLY HUMAN
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4:29 AM-12/2/2019

Within, past all that was not my Essence I Journeyed,
Until I, and all that existed, Vanished utterly,
And somehow, impossibly…
I Remained, not as “I”, but Existence Itself.
And Returning, I saw that it had been as I’d thought,
For the Ecstasy of Being is simply the Nature,
Of
what we Are, before we are.

Chuck Surface
Excerpt from
In the Garden of The Beloved
November 27 at 4:47 PM

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving."
The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in
your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold
is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days
and his nights, is worthy of all else from you.
And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life
deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.

See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver,
and an instrument of giving.
For in truth it is life that gives unto life while you,
who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

Kahlil Gibran

with thanks to The Beauty We Love

https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-season-of-giving-kahlil-gibran.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29
with thanks to The Beauty We Lovewith thanks to The Beauty We Love

AFTERNOON

The principle of life and the principle of death
constantly manifest themselves
throughout all of nature and,
consequently, in human beings too.

As soon as a foetus is formed
within a mother’s womb,
the principle of death begins to fight against
the principle of life.
Its action is limited at first –
it is the spirit that triumphs.

But later on,
once the spirit has succeeded
in carrying out its projects within a person,
it gradually leaves their body.

Everything that is born must die,
this is a law.
It is impossible to conquer
the principle of destruction,
but we are not obliged to submit to it.

When old age is upon us,
when we lose our strength and our physical means,
we must tell ourselves that now, more than ever,
is the time to seek out other activities.

For there are always other tasks
and other sources of joy
for those who know how
to dig deep within themselves
in order to bring forth
their spiritual energy,
and
this energy is boundless.
Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
https://www.prosveta-usa.com/principle-of-life-the-within-us-on-which-we-must-focus_2019-12-02

The great thing is, or should be, love of truth.
I know there is nothing more precious
than the bond of charity
created by communicating and sharing the truth.
This is my whole life.
Thomas Merton
A Year with Thomas Merton, November 19
https://contemplativedaybook.blogspot.com/2019/12/love-of-truth.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ContemplativeDayBook+%28Contemplative+Day+Book%29

VOUR SPIRITS KNOW TRUTH
&
KNOW EACH OTHER
Alycia V.
Sunrise Beach
May 20,& 21, 2019

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CAPTIVE SET FREE "...and you will live in eternity." July 21, 2019

7/21/2019

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Note: After July 16, 2019
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/beyond-awareness-indivisible-totality-of-functioning-untainted-untinted-in-primal-repose-milestone-71619
a Milestone Day of Release & Re-Emergence....
...OceanSpeaks have Simplified...

Due to no camera today, all sunrise photos are from July 21, 2017
BAUBO AS DANGEROUS OLD WOMAN
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/baubo-as-dangerous-old-woman-july-21-2017-my-identity-fits-not-in-any-name-or-form

THE REMAINING “I”
IS
‘EYE OF GOD’….
THE TRANSPARENT CONDUIT
BEYOND PLEASING OR DISPLEASING OTHERS
JUST IS
“THE CAPTIVE SET FREE”*
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3:33 AM-7/21/19

*the espresso machine just blew…the camera was drowned
in a sunrise breaker two days ago…
the entanglement with & coordinating with “L” just blew…
or coordinating with any others that choke and/or distort Truth of Being..has Poofed…

If it’s NOT Effortless Ease then we’re trying to please others
….or some so-called ‘egoic’ aspect of being…
(dependency upon man-made techno, etc)

…when a Transparent Conduit,
there is no need (or even an awareness) to try to please people OR God!
…VITAL: not even an awareness of that type “groveling” with God….
(which also causes groveling according to others’ demands and/or edicts…)
AH!

When I am not present to myself -
Thomas Merton

When I am not present to myself,
then I am only aware of that half of me,
that mode of my being which turns outward
to created things.

And then it is possible for me to lose myself among them.
Then I no longer feel the deep secret pull
of the gravitation of love which draws my inward self
toward "God." [The Unmanifest]]

My will and my intelligence lose their command of the
other faculties.
My senses, my imagination, my emotions,
scatter to pursue their various quarries all over the face
of the earth.

Recollection brings them home.
It brings the outward self into line with the inward spirit,
and makes my whole being answer the deep pull of love
that reaches down into the Mystery...

Thomas Merton
from - No Man is an Island

via - The Beauty We Love
~
via - No Mind's Lan

Saturday, July 20, 2019

How can you be made to understand
that the sun is so much more than just a star shining in the sky?

In the morning, when you see it appear and rise on the horizon,
imagine that you rise with it.
The vibrations of your entire being will gradually intensify.
You will soon feel the sun enter you so deeply
that you will no longer be able to distance yourself from it.
Every element in your being will be exalted.
You will feel projected into increasingly
vast and luminous regions in space,
you will discover truths
that remained hidden to you up until now,
and the notion of time will cease to exist.
For a few moments at least,
you will forget the earth with its tragedies and misery,
and you will live in eternity.

Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov https://www.prosveta-usa.com/sun-the-rise-with-it-in-the-sky_2019-07-20

AFTERNOON

Afternoon Photos from July 21, 2016
BE ALL THAT ONE IS
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/be-all-that-one-is-illumination-of-the-heart-sunriseafternoon-july-21-2016

Wild Portals of Unknowing - Fred LaMotte

"God leads every soul by a separate path." - John of the Cross

I cannot possibly know what is most important; that which will
transform me. If I already know what it is I will never be free,
because I have packaged "liberation" as knowledge, in the tight
wrapper of a concept. This means that spiritual transformation
can never become a program, a technique, or a course that I take.

The moments that liberate me are wild portals of unknowing,
when the blue sky of wonder outshines any cloud it contains;
vast emptiness shifts into the foreground; techniques, traditions,
concepts cultivated in the past, dissolve...
[.....]

The best meditation evaporates into amazement. The best mantra
melts into silence. The best guru dances in the mist at the edge of
a meadow, and disappears into your longing heart, where true path
has no beginning....

No, I cannot possibly tell what is most important - how a blue
moth disguises herself in a petal of lupine, why cascade lilies
frolic in a rainy mountain meadow, what the hermit thrush means
to silence. I cannot know when the golden sun will burst my chest
wide open, turning the small dark chamber of self-doubt into a
boundless empyrean.

Fred LaMotte
Uradiance

~
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2019/07/wild-portals-of-unknowing-fred-lamotte.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29

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WAILS & HOWLS **** APPLY VAST SILENCE "Even in sleep, I am awake." April 8, 2019

4/8/2019

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Continuing with the Sharing of
The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
This Sharing began 3/26/19
There are 20 chapters
Below is Chapter 14
The Fool

6:42 AM - View from garden lot

WAILS & HOWLS
YOWLS & WAILS
VIA
PHYSICAL NERVE ENDINGS
MAP THE RELIEF REQUIRED
<
APPLY VAST SILENCE
VIA
PRESSURE TO PRESSURE
∞
ALSO REMEMBER:
ORIGINAL ONES’ AWARENESS
HAPPENS WITHOUT PHYSICAL TOUCH
ew
5:10 AM-4/8/19

14
The Fool

1
By nature my mind is empty.
Even in sleep,
I am awake.
I think of things without thinking.

All my impressions of the world
Have dissolved.

2
My desires have melted away.

So what do I care for money
Or the thieving senses,
For friends or knowledge or holy books?

3
Liberation,
Bondage,
What are they to me?

What do I care for freedom?

For I have known God,
The infinite Self,
The witness of all things.

4
Without, a fool.
Within, free of thought.

I do as I please,
And only those like me
Understand my ways.

Above from
The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
Chapter 14
The Fool
Entire Book (pdf) with Excellent Introduction:
http://mystic7.org/images/companies/1/Books/Free/The%20Heart%20of%20Awareness.pdf?1445090941313

Before she became fire, she was water.
Quenched the thirst of every dying creature.
She gave and she gave,
until she turned from sea to desert.
But instead of dying of the heat,
the sadness, the heartache,
she took all of her pain
and from her own ashes
became fire.
~Nikita Gill
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2019/04/08/29324/

AFTERNOON

The path to heaven lies through heaven,
and all the way to heaven is heaven.
–Catherine of Siena

The bird has no path;
where the bird flies is the path.

The fish has no path in water;
wherever it swims is the path.
–The Upanishads

Rather the flying bird, leaving no trace
Than the going beast
Marking the earth with his track.

The bird flies by and forgets
(As is only right). The beast
Where he no longer is
(And is therefore no use)
Marks that he was there before
(Which is also no use).

For to remember is to betray
Nature, since the nature of yesterday
Is not nature.
What has been, is nothing.
Remembering
Is failure to see.

Move on, bird, move on, teach me
To move on.

–Fernando Pessoa
Thomas Merton version

https://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2019/04/if-thou-but-settest-foot-on-this-path.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FmnCFM+%28Love+Is+A+Place%29

http://www.goodworksonearth.org/spinning.html

Who (be quiet) Are you

Be still
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try
To speak your

Name.
Listen
To the living walls.
Who are you?
Who
Are you? Whose
Silence are you?

Who (be quiet)
Are you (as these stones
Are quiet). Do not
Think of what you are
Still less of

What you may one day be.
Rather
Be what you are (but who?) be
The unthinkable one
You do not know.

O be still, while
You are still alive,
And all things live around you
Speaking (I do not hear)
To your own being,
Speaking by the Unknown
That is in you and in themselves.

“I will try, like them
To be my own silence:
And this is difficult. The whole
World is secretly on fire. The stones
Burn, even the stones
They burn me. How can a man be still or
Listen to all things burning? How can he dare
To sit with them when
All their silence
Is on fire?”

–Thomas Merton
in silence
https://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2019/04/who-be-quiet-are-you.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FmnCFM+%28Love+Is+A+Place%29

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CREATION’S GREAT BREATH "...silent self within us..." "...intimacy of the most unspeakable kind." January 13, 2019

1/13/2019

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BE THE PEACE THAT PASSETH EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING
ORIGIN'S AKASHA TAO CORE
PARTING ALL RED SEAS OF LIES & DESTRUCTION
<
INHALED/EXHALED SYNCHRONOUS
IN/OF/AS
CREATION’S GREAT BREATH
ew
1:30 AM-1/13/19

Profound Not-Knowing - Jeff Foster
One of my favorite things to do is to sit with my elderly father
who has Alzheimers. It's a beautiful thing to just sit in a place
of profound not-knowing with him, a place where I do not
know what to say or do.

I sit, without expectation,
without trying to 'fix' him,
or manipulate his experience in any way.

I just listen,
without trying to make things better in the moment,
without playing the role of 'the one who knows'.
I am simply available to him.

I don't need to 'know' anything in this place...
And here,
I notice a deep and profound acceptance
of any wave of frustration or sadness
that appears in the ocean of experience.

And this seems to be
what true relationship is at its very core -
meeting, really meeting in the moment,
without hope, without
a future, without expectation, without a story.
Coming face to face with - yourself.

Nisargadatta Maharaj says:
"What remains is the great sadness of compassion"

It is not cold detachment and neo-Advaita
world-rejection,
but the
intimacy of the most unspeakable kind.

Jeff Foster
Excerpt from The Beauty We Love
Also here:
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2019/01/profound-not-knowing-jeff-foster.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29

AFTERNOON

the silent self
There is a silent self within us
whose presence is disturbing precisely because it is so silent:
it can't be spoken.
It has to remain silent.
To articulate it, to verbalize it,
is to tamper with it, and in some way to destroy it.

Now let us frankly face the fact
that our culture is one which is geared in many ways
to help us evade any need to face this inner, silent self.

We live in a state of constant semi attention
to the sound of voices, music, traffic,
or the generalized noise of what goes on around us all the time.

This keeps us immersed in a flood of racket and words,
a diffuse medium in which our consciousness is half diluted:
we are not quite "thinking",
not entirely responding,
but we are more or less there.

We are not fully present and not entirely absent,
not fully withdrawn,
yet not completely available.

It cannot be said that we are really participating in anything
and we may in fact, be half conscious of our alienation and resentment.
Yet we derive a certain comfort from the vague sense
that we are "part of something"
-- although we are not quite able to define what that something is --
and probably wouldn't want to define it even if we could.

We just float along in the general noise.
Resigned and indifferent,
we share semi-consciously
in the mindless mind of Muzak and radio commercials
which pass for "reality".

- Thomas Merton
from Love & Living
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-silent-self.html

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TRUTH OF BEING UNLEASHED "...become unnameable." 1/12/19 "...in the center of nowhere...the unborn flower of nothing:..."

1/12/2019

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TRUTH OF BEING UNLEASHED
…EVEN SILENTLY…
PARTS ALL RED SEAS OF HORROR
LIES AND DECEIT
ew
3:19 AM-1/12/19

"I am upset beause i see a meaningless world."
What is meaningless is neither good nor bad.
Why, then, should a meaningless world upset you?
If you could accept the world as meaningless
and let the truth be written upon it for you,
it would make you indescribably happy.
But because it is meaningless,
you are impelled to write upon it
what you would have it be.
It is this you see in it.
It is this that is meaningless in truth.

Beneath your words is written the Word of God.
The truth upsets you now,
but when your words have been erased,
you will see His.
That is the ultimate purpose of these exercises.
for Full Writing/Lesson See:
Course in Miracles Lesson
http://www.jcim.net/acim_us/WKBK-L12.php

Look unto Me, for I in the midst of you am your bread, your staff of life.
You need not earn your bread by the sweat of your brow.
Work, but enjoy it.
Work, and love it, but never feel dependent on it for your living,
for I am living you:
I am your living.
~Joel S Goldsmith
A PARENTHESIS IN ETERNITY

And God is able to make all grace abound toward you;
that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things,
may abound to every good work.
II Corinthians 9:8 (KJV)
www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm

Outside, the freezing desert night.
this other night grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.

The continents blasted,
cities and towns, everything
becomes a scorched, blackened ball.

The news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all.
~Rumi
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2019/01/12/28794/

AFTERNOON

unnameable

There is no where in you a paradise that is no place and there
You do not enter except without a story.

To enter there is to become unnameable.
Whoever is nowhere is nobody,
and therefore cannot exist except as unborn:
No disguise will avail him anything.

Such a one is neither lost nor found.

But he who has an address is lost.
They fall, they fall into apartments and are securely established!
They find themselves in streets. They are licensed
To proceed from place to place
They now know their own names
They can name several friends and know
Their own telephones must some time ring.

If all telephones ring at once,
if all names are shouted at once
and all cars crash at one crossing:
If all cities explode and fly away in dust
Yet identities refuse to be lost. There is a name and a number for everyone.
There is a definite place for bodies, there are pigeon holes for ashes:
Such security can business buy!

Who would dare to go nameless in so secure a universe?
Yet, to tell the truth, only the nameless are at home in it.

They bear with them in the center of nowhere
the unborn flower of nothing:
This is the paradise tree.
It must remain unseen until words end and arguments are silent.

~ Thomas Merton
from The Selected Poems of Thomas Merton
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/fall.html

Just state the fact!
Don't think of anything as a curse or a blessing.
Don't interpret it,
and suddenly you will see
that everything is beautiful.
OSHO
Transformation Tarot
#27 Blessings in Disguise

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#5. LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN "... embryonic-ancient..." "... Sings without a word by itself...." December 1, 2018

12/1/2018

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#5. LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18

THE SOULAND FUTURE IS NOW∞
BE THAT∞∞
ew
4:30 AM-12/1/18

∞PRIMORDIAL CONSCIOUSNESS BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
SOUL-LAND RamDass
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7shIVtTMlM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzZvx3B2fQg
∞Bernadette Roberts-
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/11/bernadette-roberts-experience-of-no-self.html

∞∞ FREE OF THE PARASITIC SLIME FROM
BALLS OF PARASITIC LIFE FORMS THAT WANT TO CHOKE REAL LIFE…*
& ARE UNABLE TO SEE THE REAL REALITY
OF ORIGINAL ONES IN THEIR MIDST…

THEY ONLY CAN BE WITH ONE ANOTHER…
AND ARE THEREFORE NO DANGER TO
(REALIZED-BEYOND-BELIEF)
ORIGINAL ONES
*BALLS OF PARASITIC LIFE FORMS…. KRAZY GLUED TOGETHER BY MAGGOT-GENRE SLIME
<
WETIKO VIRUS
(click links below)
https://carolynbaker.net/2013/04/23/our-collective-psychosis-a-review-of-paul-levys-dispelling-wetiko-by-carolyn-baker/

Wetiko the collective psychosis of humanity with Paul Levy

Dispelling Wetiko: Breaking the Curse of Evil - Theosophical Society in ...

Song for Nobody

A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody.

A golden spirit
(Light and emptiness)
Sings without a word
By itself.

Let no one touch this gentle sun
In whose dark eye
Someone is awake.

(No light, no gold, no name, no color
And no thought:
O, wide awake!)
A golden heaven
Sings by itself
A song to nobody.

by Thomas Merton
http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-devotional-poets/christian/merton/song-for-nobody/index.html

IF THEY DON'T KNOW YOUR BUSINESS
THEY CAN'T MIND IT

quote found srawled on old paper in Archives
Youthanasia Acres-near Dublin Indiana approx 2001
probably from dmm's Great Grandmother Molly Walker

Keep your attention focused entirely on what is truly your own concern,
and be clear that what belongs to others
is their business and none of yours.
Epictetus

Let every fox take care of his own tail.
Italian Proverb
More here:
http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/minding-your-own-business-quotes/

AFTERNOON

Below in this font from:
LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker

Perfect unshadowed Love…
…Flowing Freely & Radiating without waver…
Feeds hungering souls
Know that Divinity Moves Silently in All that is About You

as your soul is Filled by Divine Love,
there are no personal needs to be filled by an other

There are no secrets
only
Pearls of Great Price

There are no lies
only
germs of great deceit

Soul Love is All that Is
when you are at One with the Great Silence

with the Deep Breath of Divinity’s Spirit
you will be Given Words
to Express in a Manner that will Touch an Other’s Soul

when Holy spirit Speaks You, an Other’s Soul Hears

as I have always Known would be True,
I am Held beyond time and space…
an embryonic, yet ancient dimension…
that can only occur when matched souls experience re-Union

in your eyes
I have Seen a soul that is beyond all souls…
…and am now able to See it in others by not looking for it.
There is no more search.

Note: Two figures, one with apparent halo..white heart shape...or half of angel with wing...

Is is any wonder that when you Join
you meet your Self that has been there forever
in Love and Essence?

Vapors of Love
Radiate from your Quiet Heart
and
Stir my soul

Divine Silence Allows what Is
to Simply Be

Above in this font from:
LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker

Song for Nobody

A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody.
A golden spirit
(Light and emptiness)
Sings without a word
By itself.

Let no one touch this gentle sun
In whose dark eye
Someone is awake.
(No light, no gold, no name, no color
And no thought:
O, wide awake!)
A golden heaven
Sings by itself
A song to nobody.

by Thomas Merton
http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-devotional-poets/christian/merton/song-for-nobody/index.html

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BAUBO'S HOLY FIRE "the "Thou...." "..what is unseen is eternal." (longer original version for 9/5/18)

9/5/2018

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BAUBO'S HOLY FIRE
MAINTAINS TRUTH OF BEING
<
THE CORE OF BEING’S ETERNAL FLAME OF CREATION
SILENTLY ROARS IN ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE
ALL IS
JUST IS
AS IT IS
ew
4:16 AM-9/5/18

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen,
but on what is unseen,
since what is seen is temporary,
but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:18 NIV
https://my.bible.com/bible/111/2CO.4.18

Thomas Merton - "no such thing"

Contemplation is not trance or ecstasy
not emotional fire and sweetness that come with religious exaltation
not enthusiasm, not the sense of being "seized" by an elemental force
and swept into liberation by mystical frenzy.
contemplation is no pain-killer.

In the end the contemplative suffers the anguish of realizing
that he no longer knows what God is;
this is a great gain,
because "God is not a what,"
not a "thing."

There is "no such thing" as God
because God is neither a "what" or a "thing"
but a pure "Who,"
the "Thou" before whom our inmost "I" springs
into awareness.
~ Thomas Merton
from New Seed of Contemplation

Via the beauty we love
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/09/thomas-merton-no-such-thing.html

AFTERNOON

The Afternoon Beach Time at Remembrance Rock was/IS so BEYOND WORDS
all we want to do is share
most all of the photos .....without words...

however want to say towards the end....where i am on Baubo Belly by Rock...
suddenly we were Re-Experiencing the birthing from Sea Creature to human form......
...AND was EXTRA wobbly after that Experience
which probably lasted at least 5-10 minutes,
(though had NO sense of earthly time)
with breaker after breaker and criss-crossing strong undertow...
...had to hang onto sand to keep from getting pulled out.

These are probably too many words,
but just "had" to say this much.

LONG AGO...nearly 30 yrs ago,
i Spontaneously Knew/Experienced this spot by Rock
as Being where we Emerged from Sea the first time
...that has Held with me for years...

TODAY
this was a Spontaneous Happening...
absolutely no thoughts of it or "planning"...
...suddenly IT was Happening.....
There is a "difference" now...o so subtle, but Huge.
A Stillness Has Taken Over All Aspects

Ancient and Embryonic
Flow as Ouroboros
with Centerpoint
Always
as
Akasha TAO Core
SILENCE
ew/dmm
3:42pm - 9/5/2018

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FULLTIME NAKED GRACE "...womb of creation..." "...open awareness..." August 15, 2018

8/15/2018

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BE STILLED FOCUSED AWARE
AS WHEN BEING GAZED THRU CAMERA LENS
<
ORIGINAL SILENCE
UNFETTERED AWARENESS
FULLTIME NAKED GRACE
ew
4:54 AM-8/15/18

GREAT BREATH OF LIFE & DEATH
IS ONLY LIFE….
NOTHING MORE – NOTHING LESS
(a Whisper from approx.
May 2018..Ocala, Fl

OES 4:29 AM
4:43 AM
Wednesday, August 15, 2018

“alone with the Alone” for sure now…
How to keep up with earthly details…?

BE STILLED FOCUSED AWARE
AS WHEN BEING GAZED THRU CAMERA LENS
<
ORIGINAL SILENCE
UNFETTERED AWARENESS
FULLTIME NAKED GRACE
ew
4:54 AM-8/15/18

What a Relief..it’s the same state when we Sit in Original Silence to Allow fingers to fly on keyboard Uttering Whispers & no mind present to know what is worded as the fingers fly
…same state as when Gazing in/of/as another’s soul/Beingness….
or Gazing at a flower or hummingbird…
AH…AS ALL OF LIFE
∞
A Pristine Silence that cannot be described, only Lived
∞
GREAT BREATH OF LIFE & DEATH
IS ONLY LIFE….
NOTHING MORE – NOTHING LESS
(a Whisper from approx.
May 2018..Ocala, Fl

Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms,
and bids us enjoy her beauty;
but we dread her silence
and rush into the crowded cities,
there to huddle like sheep
fleeing from a ferocious wolf.
Khalil Gibran

Let me seek then, the gift of silence,
and poverty and solitude,
where everything I touch is turned into prayer,
where the sky is my prayer,
the birds are my prayer,
the wind in the trees is my prayer,
for God is all in all.
Thomas Merton

The Flower Of Silence Is Your Body

A beautiful soul-friend said to me with longing, "I miss the silence!
How can I find it again?"

This touched me so deeply, I cried. It is the most important question,
the most mature question, yet the question of a child yearning for Mother,
the question of one who could not ask it unless every particle of her body
was already pervaded by the answer!

Dearest one, do not look for silence in the mind. The mind is never silent.

Instead, find silence through the body. The body, not the mind, is the gate
of meditation.

Let mind dissolve into sensation, sensation into energy, energy into emptiness.
Just listen.

Descend into the cells of your body. Feel all your molecules vibrating as
one sensation. Nature's intelligence carries out the astonishing complexity
of cell physiology without any planning, without any thinking. Let your
mind repose in bewilderment, be wildered and witness the primal Radiance
of your flesh. Just listen to what listens.

Listen to the bell-bowl of each cell. Feel the hollow places in you, the caverns
in matter. Rest in the cavity of the mid-brain, the no-thing at the center of
the eyeball, the emptiness in the nostrils, ears, throat, chest, heart, belly,
abdomen, bone marrow. How spacious is your body!

Now be aware of the vacuum in a single atom. At any point in your flesh,
enter the silent sub-nuclear vastness beyond the stars. Tumble down through
the center of the densest proton. Fall into That. Feel the silence...

The total information about every galaxy that ever whirled or will ever
spin forth, is contained in the nameless point, the infinitesimal bindu at
the center of a quark, where all the gravity-waves in creation bring you
home to the singularity of your Self.

Your mind struck dumb with beauty, let the particles of your body dissolve
into the hum of the void, the emptiness that sparkles with virtual photons
and electrons of pure consciousness.

This is the womb of creation,
where spirit and matter have not yet divided
into subject and object.
Don't just listen to this vibrant silence.
You are the
Silence.

In the words of the ancient sage Ashtavakra, Layam vraja, :
"Dissolve now!"
http://yourradiance.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-flower-of-silence-is-your-body.html

AFTERNOON

From the perspective of open awareness,
uncertainty and aliveness are one.
In the center of the shakiness is immense creativity.

From within the core,
there is nothing to transform,
no new person to become,
and no healing which must first occur
before you can fully show up and participate here.

Your life is not a project to be solved,
but a mystery coming into form.

Matt Licata
excerpt from:
http://alovinghealingspace.blogspot.com/2018/08/a-mystery-coming-into-form.html
Full Sharing & Additional Photos in
Read More at end of Afternoon Photos

To be continued early tomorrow morning: 8/16/18

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PRIMAL REPOSE GRACEOPATHY "In true prayer..." Milestone "...primal, primordial, ancient “I AM”." JULY 10, 2018

7/10/2018

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5:55 AM

PRIMAL REPOSE REMAINS*…
A TRANSPARENCY
OF THE ABSOLUTE’S UNWAVERING
GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
=
GRACEOPATHY
ew
3:34 AM-7/10/18
*See Read More At
End of Afternoon Photos

6:28 AM

In true prayer, although every silent moment remains the same,
every moment is a new discovery of a new silence,
a new penetration into that eternity in which all things are always new.
We know, by fresh discovery, the deep reality that is our concrete existence here and now …

When I am liberated by silence,
when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life,
but in the living of it,
I can discover a form of prayer in which
there is effectively, no distraction.

My whole life becomes a prayer.
My whole silence is full of prayer.

The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer.

Let me seek, then, the gift of silence, … and solitude,
where everything I touch is turned into prayer:

where the sky is my prayer,
the birds are my prayer,
the wind in the trees is my prayer,
for God is all in all.

Thomas Merton
via
https://www.stillnessspeaks.com/
&
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/07/thomas-merton-prayer-silence-solitude.html

AFTERNOON

Advice on keeping joy moving through you.

Sufis call the wantings nafs.
From the urgent way lovers want each other to the sannyasin's search for truth,
all moving is from the mover.
Every pull draws us to the ocean.
Rumi says it's important
to live the wantings as they come
and not get stuck somewhere,
stagnant.

He was asked once what to do about a young man
caught doing some indecent act.
The story doesn't mention what exactly — masturbation, peeping-tomming, whatever wild wantings young men think to do.

Rumi told them not to worry about it.
'It just means he's growing his feathers.
The dangerous case is a kid who doesn't do indecent acts,
who then leaves the nest without feathers.
One flap and the cat has him.'

Be careful, Rumi suggests,
about shaming sexual behavior in an adolescent
or anyone who hasn't yet has his or her fill of erotic trancing.
Often, the closest we come to surrender is orgasm.
In Rumi's symbology the rooster is a symbol for that energy.

"So how did Husam kill his rooster?
By dissolving into the play.
The nafs are energies that keep us moving,
stopping nowhere.
Union with the divine continually unfolds.
Next to the glowing drive-in movie,
the junkyard's rusted stacks of old desire-bodies.

Let the beauty we love keep turning into action,
transmuting to another, another.
What have I ever lost by dying?
Rumi asks, exchanging one set of nafs for the next.

Chopping rooster energy becomes another dining room story.
Particles of praise shine in the sunlight.
Anything you grab hold of on the bank
breaks with the river's pressure.
When you do things from your soul,
the river itself moves through you.
Freshness and a deep joy are signs of the current."
The Essential RumiBy Coleman Barks, Jelaluddin Rumi
Advice on keeping joy moving through you.
http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/book-reviews/excerpts/view/17222

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TRUTH OF BEING ALCHEMICAL DANCE OF HATE & LOVE Sunrise/Afternoon Nov 19, 2017

11/19/2017

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THE ABSOLUTE’S ABSOLUTE TRUTH OF BEING
IS ABSOLUTELY REQUIRED
∞
IMPERSONAL TAO CORE
AS BEYOND WORDS
SOURCE/REALITY
∞
ew
3:39 AM-11/19/17

LOVE
Let. Others. Voluntarily. Evolve.
https://newlifehouse.com/al-anon-sayings/

“The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”
(Thomas Merton: No Man Is an Island)
https://newlifehouse.com/al-anon-sayings/

AFTERNOON.......

Love and hate -
manifestations of the same force on two different planes

When you feel hatred for someone,
what is this force that teaches you to pulverise them with a look or even to strike them?
And if you love someone tenderly,
what is this force that moves you to smile at them,
to speak sweetly to them,
to hold them tight in your arms and to bring them gifts?

Whether it is love or hate, it is always the same force: sometimes it manifests in the Venusian form and acts with delicacy, expressiveness, poetry, and gentleness,
and sometimes it becomes Martian
and can shatter everything in its path.

Just observe how love
which manifests
in too low a form
can turn into violence.

The need to satisfy their desires
makes men and women egotistical and cruel,
and they do not care about the other person,
and are even ready to kill them if they resist.

On the contrary, those who wish to manifest the higher degrees of love act with generosity and selflessness,
and with consideration for the fulfillment and happiness of the person they love.
And yet, in its origins, the force is the same.

Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov https://www.prosveta-usa.com/love-and-hate-manifestations-of-the-same-force-on-two-different-planes_2017-11-19

When I am faced with a problem
that seems impossible to solve,
when I feel trapped in a situation
and can see no way out,
let me ask myself
whether I am standing in my own light.
I must find the vantage point
where I can most clearly see my difficulty as it is;
then answers will come.
(One Day At a Time in Al-Anon, pg.297)
https://newlifehouse.com/al-anon-sayings/

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
~Rabindranath Tagore
https://www.soberrecovery.com/forums/step-one/208611-promises-al-anon.html

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WORDLESS-THOUGHTLESS SOLITARY Sunrise/Afternoon February 11, 2017

2/10/2017

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NO THOUGHT
OF
ANYONE
ANYTHING
THAT
DISTURBS THE
IN-JOY
OF
SOLITUDE
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WORDLESS
THOUGHTLESS
SURRENDER
SUFFICES

BRIGHT FLOWS
THE RIVER
OF
THE FORGIVEN SELF
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IN/OF/AS
THE SECRET PLACE MOST HIGH
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TAO’S TOTAL POSSESSION
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COSMIC GRACE SOLITUDE
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2:20 AM-2/11/17

As soon as you are really alone you are with God.
Some people live for God,
some live with God,
some live in God.

Those who live for God,
live with other people and live in
the activities of their community.
Their life is what they do.

Those who live with God also live for Him,
but they do not live in what they do for Him,
they live in what they are before Him.
Their life is to reflect Him by their own simplicity
and by the perfection of His being reflected in their poverty.

Those who live in God do not live with other men
or in themselves
still less in what they do....
for He does all things in them.

But when we act according to grace,
our actions are not ours alone,
they belong to God.
If we follow them to their source,
we will become at least potentially capable
of an experience of God.
For His actions in us
reveal His being in us.

God does not tell His purest secrets to one who is prepared to reveal them.
He has secrets which He tells to those
who will communicate some idea of them to others.
But these secrets are the common property of many.
He has other secrets, which cannot be told.
The mere desire to tell them makes us incapable of receiving them.

The greatest of God’s secrets is God Himself.
He waits to communicate Himself to me
in a way that I can never express to others
or even think about coherently to myself.
I must desire it in silence.
It is for this that I must leave all things.
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From
THOUGHTS IN SOLITUDE
Thomas Merton

Colors blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.

The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.

Tao Te Ching
Stephen Mitchell Translation
Stephen Mitchell's book has EXCELLENT Introduction and Commentaries
http://acc6.its.brooklyn.cuny.edu/~phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html#12
Also See this Translation and Commentary by Bill Martin
:http://us10.campaign-archive1.com/?u=ead6e09ad8c4002b93c920312&id=e37562a04e&e=e7166a2503

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