So much of religion seems to be about do-do-do, change-change-change-grow-grow-grow rush-rush-rush. It is a never ending work, and it can eat up a persons whole life, as in TWI.
I do understand that there are needed changes and needed helps...but in all the business and striving, where is rest and peace?
Day to day life, chores, meals, the job... if those are imbued with sacredness, then preparing a meal and eating with your family is a time of healing and repair, working on the yard or house is seen more as bringing strength or beauty than necessary or keeping up with the Joneses.
Contemplating in the darkness doesn't appear to be a worthy activity, perhaps a waste of time, because there is nothing physical to show for it.
And others want your time...you could be on the run constantly, as some are, doing this that and every other activity...
And I really enjoyed your [Sir Todd] post # 15 on the Wierwille's *research* thread.
So much of religion seems to be about do-do-do, change-change-change-grow-grow-grow rush-rush-rush. It is a never ending work, and it can eat up a persons whole life, as in TWI.
I do understand that there are needed changes and needed helps...but in all the business and striving, where is rest and peace?
Day to day life, chores, meals, the job... if those are imbued with sacredness, then preparing a meal and eating with your family is a time of healing and repair, working on the yard or house is seen more as bringing strength or beauty than necessary or keeping up with the Joneses.
Contemplating in the darkness doesn't appear to be a worthy activity, perhaps a waste of time, because there is nothing physical to show for it.
And others want your time...you could be on the run constantly, as some are, doing this that and every other activity...
Concerning my belief system: As I rack up the years and mental miles of distance between TWI and myself, I still come across ghosts in the machinery. One of them is that feeling of being driven to change that crops up sometimes…thinking I have to be perpetually busy – and yet wondering where is the rest and peace…Bramble's post resonated with me.
...once we taste such serenity
we cant forget
we will never be the same
as we have been changed
we witnessed something unforgettable
and the view lingers very well
having left a thumb print in clay
sustains us
reminds us of future rest
as we garden
as we celebrate
as we fix our machines...
Karen Armstrong made some interesting comments while talking about Buddha in A History of God: religion starts with the perception that something is wrong & effectiveness is the hallmark of a successful religion [page 32, 33]…As time goes on, I find some aspects of Eastern religions fascinating – the respect for the sacredness of everything, the concern over the consequences of my actions, the art of reflection & the inward journey.
Bringing this around to my two cents for this thread...How to fix my machine? I dunno…but I've got a hunch I'm on to something – it seems some satisfaction comes when I make the effort to slow down…smell the roses…take stock of my priorities and how I interact with others…be more forgiving during self-examination sessions…Yes, I think that last item would really boost my love-thy-neighbor-capacity…cuz Jesus said love thy neighbor as thyself.
Nice. Somewhat akin - It reminds me kind of the old joke about the guy in a flood, stranded on his rooftop, praying and waiting for God to rescue him as he refuses first a guy in a boat, then a helicopter ride because as he tells them "God's going to save me from the flood!" - and finally drowns. At the "Pearly Gates" he asks "why didn't God answer my prayers!!!" and he's told "Well, He sent you a boat and a helicopter!! Whaddya want?"
I do tend to miss what's right in front of me when I'm looking for something else. It's good to retune, attenuate, take a pause for the cause, balance out a little bit. I have a lot of activity in my life, but frequent opportunity to catch my mental breath. It's just a matter of doing it although that can be a challenge.
I like the idea that the ordinary things we do can be filled with faith and love. The ordinary made wonderful, like those small acts of kindness that are remembered because they meant so much.
whether by meditation, aging, fasting, illness, coma, dying, sleeping, etc...
the more vibrant and real our dreams become to us, in general
overall, we can expect to experience a significant change in our dreamlife and sleeplife
scripture also seems to indicate this
...Peter on Pentecost, for example
...or how so many of the prophets experienced their most profound visions while being lost in the desert, or while in slavery or prison, reduced to almost nothing
visions and dreams become
more disturbing, more troubling, more rattling
as well as more wonderful, more telling, more informative
...to the depth and degree of worth being called awesome and extraordinary
the archetypes exaggerate even more
the associations and lessons we glean from them
present stronger riddles
that simply make more sense
becoming more useful
dreams last longer
our recall is fresher
not because they were ever less real
but because we are simply closer to them
more in touch with that finer older sense of self
ringing in background of our waking life
a jewel just under the thinnest layer of dust
becomes a flowering soul
from the simple light of attention
...
and while i could not write to say that one must somehow be a profound dreamer to be beautiful, good or true
i can say that the bulk of ancient wisdom we revere seems to come from these very same kinds of ways
from some who entered eyes wide open
and from others who were simply snatched and plunged
and from others who got lucky while trying to do something else entirely
Lu 11:34 The light of the body is the eye: therefore when thine eye is single, thy whole body also is full of light; but when thine eye is evil, thy body also is full of darkness.
in other words...
if my eye (of contemplation...not "eyeball") is able to see the whole, together, sound, being grounded and settled
then the interior of my whole body can be revealed to me
our entire body is also our mind
...we think with our heart
...we remember with our hands
...we feel with our memory
...we dream throughout our entire body
i can be insightful as to my own nature
as well insightful as to human nature
but if my eye (of contemplation) is distracted, deluded, picky, choosy, and otherwise "monkey-minded"
then my whole body (and all that is inside of it and me) ...while good, true and beautiful...is hidden in darkness
or otherwise unknown to me
i am unaware of how much of my own interior i am unaware of
but am quite driven by my interior anyway
...which is not very good for my neighbors
1Jo 1:6 If we say that we have fellowship with him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth:
also reminds me of this quote...
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is
embodied in the individual’s conscious life,
the blacker and denser it is.
At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag,
thwarting our most well-meant intentions.
— Dr. Carl G. Jung
which reminds me of this...
Mt 8:12 But the children of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
the "kingdom" is not a mythical, faraway or future place
but the oceanic realm we touch via the pupil of the eye at the center of our very own body and soul
to be cast into outer darkness
is to be cut-off from one's own interior contours
when we are so trapped outside of our own depths
we have no choice but to be terrorized
so often we try to rid the darkness from the world
by looking for it in other people instead, other religions, and generally places outside of our selves
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So much of religion seems to be about do-do-do, change-change-change-grow-grow-grow rush-rush-rush. It is a never ending work, and it can eat up a persons whole life, as in TWI.
I do understand that there are needed changes and needed helps...but in all the business and striving, where is rest and peace?
Day to day life, chores, meals, the job... if those are imbued with sacredness, then preparing a meal and eating with your family is a time of healing and repair, working on the yard or house is seen more as bringing strength or beauty than necessary or keeping up with the Joneses.
Contemplating in the darkness doesn't appear to be a worthy activity, perhaps a waste of time, because there is nothing physical to show for it.
And others want your time...you could be on the run constantly, as some are, doing this that and every other activity...
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yeah
if sitting silently is somehow proof of nothing happening
the mind has certainly been tricked by the surface of the body
takes lifetimes for all our gazillions of things in motion to come to rest
if they ever do
but hours and days and weeks and months and years to explore the territory
which can be terrifying to our hyper worldviews
or useless...threatening...weak...foolish...boring...etc
9 days, for example
is one very famous prescription/recipe
doing nothing but sitting
fasting, sleeping, dreaming, waking
nothing but breaths and pulses
practicing mere feeling compassion
singing prayers and hymns at times
takes practice
"doing" the impossible
"doing" the opposite
balancing being
we will face a gazillion temptations to come down from the pinnacle of this kind of temple
and the longer we sit...the more likely it is that we will face our demons
and eventually our ultimate demons...trying to make us flinch
as well as meet our angels/angles...then our over-arching angle
once the choirs of voices are out of the way
coming back down to earth ...to the mainstream
is going to be yet another journey
much like being newborn..having already come so far
and then having been so radically uncovered
hearts and minds and bodies cracked wide open
returning to the sleeping world
as the saints seem to say in their writings...
once we taste such serenity
we cant forget
we will never be the same
as we have been changed
we witnessed something unforgettable
and the view lingers very well
having left a thumb print in clay
sustains us
reminds us of future rest
as we garden
as we celebrate
as we fix our machines
one good taste
is a whole lot
not hard to tell
who has touched
and who has not
sometimes we forget for generations
until something horrible happens
hopefully we are paying attention
and remember well
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Great posts Sirguessalot & Bramble!
And I really enjoyed your [Sir Todd] post # 15 on the Wierwille's *research* thread.
Concerning my belief system: As I rack up the years and mental miles of distance between TWI and myself, I still come across ghosts in the machinery. One of them is that feeling of being driven to change that crops up sometimes…thinking I have to be perpetually busy – and yet wondering where is the rest and peace…Bramble's post resonated with me.
Karen Armstrong made some interesting comments while talking about Buddha in A History of God: religion starts with the perception that something is wrong & effectiveness is the hallmark of a successful religion [page 32, 33]…As time goes on, I find some aspects of Eastern religions fascinating – the respect for the sacredness of everything, the concern over the consequences of my actions, the art of reflection & the inward journey.
Bringing this around to my two cents for this thread...How to fix my machine? I dunno…but I've got a hunch I'm on to something – it seems some satisfaction comes when I make the effort to slow down…smell the roses…take stock of my priorities and how I interact with others…be more forgiving during self-examination sessions…Yes, I think that last item would really boost my love-thy-neighbor-capacity…cuz Jesus said love thy neighbor as thyself.
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Nice. Somewhat akin - It reminds me kind of the old joke about the guy in a flood, stranded on his rooftop, praying and waiting for God to rescue him as he refuses first a guy in a boat, then a helicopter ride because as he tells them "God's going to save me from the flood!" - and finally drowns. At the "Pearly Gates" he asks "why didn't God answer my prayers!!!" and he's told "Well, He sent you a boat and a helicopter!! Whaddya want?"
I do tend to miss what's right in front of me when I'm looking for something else. It's good to retune, attenuate, take a pause for the cause, balance out a little bit. I have a lot of activity in my life, but frequent opportunity to catch my mental breath. It's just a matter of doing it although that can be a challenge.
I like the idea that the ordinary things we do can be filled with faith and love. The ordinary made wonderful, like those small acts of kindness that are remembered because they meant so much.
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i find that the "higher" (deeper?) we "climb"
whether by meditation, aging, fasting, illness, coma, dying, sleeping, etc...
the more vibrant and real our dreams become to us, in general
overall, we can expect to experience a significant change in our dreamlife and sleeplife
scripture also seems to indicate this
...Peter on Pentecost, for example
...or how so many of the prophets experienced their most profound visions while being lost in the desert, or while in slavery or prison, reduced to almost nothing
visions and dreams become
more disturbing, more troubling, more rattling
as well as more wonderful, more telling, more informative
...to the depth and degree of worth being called awesome and extraordinary
the archetypes exaggerate even more
the associations and lessons we glean from them
present stronger riddles
that simply make more sense
becoming more useful
dreams last longer
our recall is fresher
not because they were ever less real
but because we are simply closer to them
more in touch with that finer older sense of self
ringing in background of our waking life
a jewel just under the thinnest layer of dust
becomes a flowering soul
from the simple light of attention
...
and while i could not write to say that one must somehow be a profound dreamer to be beautiful, good or true
i can say that the bulk of ancient wisdom we revere seems to come from these very same kinds of ways
from some who entered eyes wide open
and from others who were simply snatched and plunged
and from others who got lucky while trying to do something else entirely
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It seems many run from themselves
constructing various amusements outside of the inner most thoughts
Or perhaps just not aware of what great treasures are in us
looking into the surface is of course a good start
but only a start
while some stop there
Once finding that which we didn't know existed
you have to realize that it is not our doing
only discovering
it's already been done and remains with us
surrounding us
the same old techniques that behold the outside of the cup
yet within is unlimited and underestimated
something that seems foreign may look undesirable
digging a bit deeper, getting past the fear
past what looks like the devil to discover god
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if there is any such eye of God...or eye on the "mind of Christ" within
and it "overcomes darkness by shedding light on truth" and such
we each have a personal mountain of shadow to move
one that can only be moved by climbing it
one that can only be climbed by noticing it
and as we ascend to the peaks
our hell simply gets ever lower and deeper
and as we descend into the valleys
our heaven gets ever deeper and higher
some part of our journey goes from being a pot of clay
to being in the potter's seat
actually touching and tasting and handling the substance of our faith
always alone...and sometimes together
and whether within or without
a temple is merely a decorative frame for Spirit
like how we decorate a window to hold a space
or decorate a pot to hold water
the substance is always already here
in that original dust
castle after castle
faith reshaping
geographically
darkness is where mountains of truth hides
waiting for the lamp of our attention
to start sketching the lines
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this voice...just flowing today...
stillness and silence are universally recognizable to all languages...all times
and it is only by sitting still within that the mountain of noise and motion is climbed
every voice within must have its say and then rest
and there are thousands of voices with something to say
its gonna take "9 days" he said
before Spirit 'comes'
if there is a voice that is not allowed to be heard
it will carry on anyway
and manifest however it can
but to sit with each of them...to touch them ...and to say hello...and to say goodbye
is pure love
every hope
every grief
every rage
every joy
every longing
every want
every desire
every hurt
every memory
is simply arising in the space we find
...a space which may truly be called Spirit of grace
when we find that we are this very space
that all voices and feelings and thoughts arise in
..we are free indeed
and there is no need to keep looking elsewhere for rest
both God and Christ are within
and we are One...literally
this is the form of doctrine and theology that is shared by all scriptures
this is the root and ground of actual spiritual practice
this is how the mind of Christ is found and recognized
...that name beyond names
"shhh" ...its a great mystery
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hmmm......
quiet and dark....
the words of the wise, and their dark sayings
have to walk into a dark saying, to light it
not blindly cause looking is seeing
to get into light there must be darkness
does the sun rise or the earth turn?
or both.....
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if my eye (of contemplation...not "eyeball") is able to see the whole, together, sound, being grounded and settled
then the interior of my whole body can be revealed to me
our entire body is also our mind
...we think with our heart
...we remember with our hands
...we feel with our memory
...we dream throughout our entire body
i can be insightful as to my own nature
as well insightful as to human nature
but if my eye (of contemplation) is distracted, deluded, picky, choosy, and otherwise "monkey-minded"
then my whole body (and all that is inside of it and me) ...while good, true and beautiful...is hidden in darkness
or otherwise unknown to me
i am unaware of how much of my own interior i am unaware of
but am quite driven by my interior anyway
...which is not very good for my neighbors
also reminds me of this quote...
which reminds me of this...the "kingdom" is not a mythical, faraway or future place
but the oceanic realm we touch via the pupil of the eye at the center of our very own body and soul
to be cast into outer darkness
is to be cut-off from one's own interior contours
when we are so trapped outside of our own depths
we have no choice but to be terrorized
so often we try to rid the darkness from the world
by looking for it in other people instead, other religions, and generally places outside of our selves
we dont even know what makes us tick
or why we do all the crazy things we do
we are yet asleep to who we our selves are
while trying to wake others up
...fixers run amok
...prematurely prying open cacoons
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