The unraveling of a great Secret

[Sebastion]

That was really good Jorr, much appreciated it was............thank you!

Posted by jorr lundstrom (here)

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY28Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY28Q&ob=av2e


All is well


Jorr 2.0

[Delight]

You have everything you need right here...still you want more...this is how we are fading....time, time

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AP36oIfnsyk

[Sebastion]

This really is a funny and somewhat mysterious thing we call life here on planet earth. There was a phrase stated earlier in this thread which said we are where we are because that's where we are supposed to be. For me, that has always been the real "joker" in life. I have noticed in the past that you can see the truth printed right in front of you and if you're not ready, you will never see it.

When I have noticed that happen to me on many an occasion, I have ever wondered why I could not have recognized it earlier. On some occasions, it is such a simple understanding, that when it does dawn on you, you almost feel stupid for not seeing it earlier.

I have been told in the past, that you are not going to know until it's time for you to know-yet another joker. Unfortunately it would seem to be true, at least to some degree. Makes me wonder sometimes if this life isn't somehow scripted!

Long ago, I decided after learning about Christ and the Buddha, I spent long hours working on a Ford assy. line thinking about what they knew and how they came into their knowledge. I eventually realized that no matter what they said, their words couldn't convey the core essence of what they were trying to say. So you were ever left trying to read between the lines.

The only way you could know that essence is to experience it. As Jorr would say-you have to actually drink the tea... As far as I am concerned, you can never know that core essence until you are fully willing to experience that essence first hand. It will be okay as the worst thing you will ever face will be of your own creation!

[another bob]

I once lived near the Presidio, in San Francisco, and there was a charming little city park with a lovely water feature a few blocks down from my house, called Mountain Lake Park.

I would walk my dogs there, and behind the lake, near an abandoned army base, there was a place where one could view all the traffic flowing to and from a tunnel leading up to and away from the Golden Gate Bridge.

One day I found a good place overlooking the road to rest and watch the cars coming and going, and that gave me an opportunity to investigate this mind. Given my somewhat eccentric neural wiring, this respite was to provide the first initiation into the esoteric significance of watching traffic: everything is in motion, and yet the witness remains unmoved.

The second initiation was like a time-release capsule, because it took some time for the dawning realization that each car was my own thought form, and this recognition in turn led to the third initiation, which is not a word, a thought, a sensation, a memory, or even a perception.

All of these initiations happened, but nothing was different as a result. The traffic flows both ways even now, I reckon. It is not good or bad traffic, except to the interpretive mind. Cars go into the tunnel and disappear. Cars emerge from the tunnel and speed by. It is all changing, and no two vehicles are exactly the same.

There is a beginning-less stretch of traffic, and it never seems to end. This whole stretch of traffic is one piece of light, and includes the whole functioning totality of manifestation, both visible and invisible. It is neither seeking nor non-seeking; it flows, because that is what and how it is -- liquid light, flowing beingness.

If I were to say it is Love, this would be true, but not in the way mind understands. I am the traffic, but none of it is me. Realizing this, it is not so difficult to let go of mind, and all of its distracting multi-colored traffic. This would not be the end of the matter, however.

In fact, this very mind which comes and goes, which seeks and strives, which wheels along on a Sunday Drive, is also Love -- the groundless, rootless open essence of all thoughts, appearances, and traffic.

I love this mind, this mind of Love, and so I release it back to itself, stand up, and walk on home.

[Sebastion]

I see you anotherbob.........very well put with much appreciation for your post!

Posted by another bob (here)
I once lived near the Presidio, in San Francisco, and there was a charming little city park with a lovely water feature a few blocks down from my house, called Mountain Lake Park.

I would walk my dogs there, and behind the lake, near an abandoned army base, there was a place where one could view all the traffic flowing to and from a tunnel leading up to and away from the Golden Gate Bridge.

One day I found a good place overlooking the road to rest and watch the cars coming and going, and that gave me an opportunity to investigate this mind. Given my somewhat eccentric neural wiring, this respite was to provide the first initiation into the esoteric significance of watching traffic: everything is in motion, and yet the witness remains unmoved.

The second initiation was like a time-release capsule, because it took some time for the dawning realization that each car was my own thought form, and this recognition in turn led to the third initiation, which is not a word, a thought, a sensation, a memory, or even a perception.

All of these initiations happened, but nothing was different as a result. The traffic flows both ways even now, I reckon. It is not good or bad traffic, except to the interpretive mind. Cars go into the tunnel and disappear. Cars emerge from the tunnel and speed by. It is all changing, and no two vehicles are exactly the same.

There is a beginning-less stretch of traffic, and it never seems to end. This whole stretch of traffic is one piece of light, and includes the whole functioning totality of manifestation, both visible and invisible. It is neither seeking nor non-seeking; it flows, because that is what and how it is -- liquid light, flowing beingness.

If I were to say it is Love, this would be true, but not in the way mind understands. I am the traffic, but none of it is me. Realizing this, it is not so difficult to let go of mind, and all of its distracting multi-colored traffic. This would not be the end of the matter, however.

In fact, this very mind which comes and goes, which seeks and strives, which wheels along on a Sunday Drive, is also Love -- the groundless, rootless open essence of all thoughts, appearances, and traffic.

I love this mind, this mind of Love, and so I release it back to itself, stand up, and walk on home.

[another bob]

Posted by jorr lundstrom (here)

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY28Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY28Q&ob=av2e


All is well


Jorr 2.0

I've been liking this version lately

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIF4_Sm-rgQ

[wavydome]

Posted by Sebastion (here)
This really is a funny and somewhat mysterious thing we call life here on planet earth. There was a phrase stated earlier in this thread which said we are where we are because that's where we are supposed to be. For me, that has always been the real "joker" in life. I have noticed in the past that you can see the truth printed right in front of you and if you're not ready, you will never see it.

When I have noticed that happen to me on many an occasion, I have ever wondered why I could not have recognized it earlier. On some occasions, it is such a simple understanding, that when it does dawn on you, you almost feel stupid for not seeing it earlier.

I have been told in the past, that you are not going to know until it's time for you to know-yet another joker. Unfortunately it would seem to be true, at least to some degree. Makes me wonder sometimes if this life isn't somehow scripted!

Long ago, I decided after learning about Christ and the Buddha, I spent long hours working on a Ford assy. line thinking about what they knew and how they came into their knowledge. I eventually realized that no matter what they said, their words couldn't convey the core essence of what they were trying to say. So you were ever left trying to read between the lines.

The only way you could know that essence is to experience it. As Jorr would say-you have to actually drink the tea... As far as I am concerned, you can never know that core essence until you are fully willing to experience that essence first hand. It will be okay as the worst thing you will ever face will be of your own creation!

My dad always insisted on checking the dictionary for meaning, which usually happened at Sunday dinner. When the stomach thought it reigned. No, instead it's time for the meanings. In fond memory of those moments of protest, let us see Sebastion:


suppose |səˈpōz|
verb
1 [ with clause ] assume that something is the case on the basis of evidence or probability but without proof or certain knowledge: I suppose I got there about half past eleven.
• used to make a reluctant or hesitant admission: I'm quite a good actress, I suppose.
• used to introduce a hypothesis and trace or ask about what follows from it: suppose he had been murdered—what then?
• [ in imperative ] used to introduce a suggestion: suppose we leave this to the police.
• (of a theory or argument) assume or require that something is the case as a precondition: the procedure supposes that a will has already been proved | [ with obj. ] : the theory supposes a predisposition to interpret utterances.
• [ with obj. ] believe to exist or to possess a specified characteristic: he supposed the girl to be about twelve.
2 (be supposed to do something) be required to do something because of the position one is in or an agreement one has made: I'm supposed to be meeting someone at the airport.
• [ with negative ] be forbidden to do something: I shouldn't have been in the kitchen—I'm not supposed to go in there.
PHRASES
I suppose so used to express hesitant or reluctant agreement.
DERIVATIVES
supposable adjective
ORIGIN Middle English: from Old French supposer, from Latin supponere (fromsub- ‘from below’ + ponere ‘to place’), but influenced by Latin suppositus ‘set under’ and Old French poser ‘to place.’


Now then, we can clearly find the scripting! Ha, Latin is the culprit again. The association of "setting under" eh? Yeah, script us under that spell of a control. Yet, do meanings struggle onwards, through modern usages? First definition infers: 'assume' & 'evidence' & 'probability' (science based, great). But the last definition is that old trap again: 'shouldn't' & 'forbidden' & 'not'.

So the application of meaning-one, to that saying, is not so bad. Really, it is rational to 'suppose' we are where we are. So long as we make it our own. So long as we are not deeded as 'tenant'. So long as there is a little fun.

Dad at least encouraged freedom of choice, where we could establish meanings coherently. Ah, back to my morning smoothie now.

[Sebastion]

Fortunately I have never spent an abundance of time pondering those things other then musing over them as little "wonderments" every now and then!

Posted by wavydome (here)

Posted by Sebastion (here)
This really is a funny and somewhat mysterious thing we call life here on planet earth. There was a phrase stated earlier in this thread which said we are where we are because that's where we are supposed to be. For me, that has always been the real "joker" in life. I have noticed in the past that you can see the truth printed right in front of you and if you're not ready, you will never see it.

When I have noticed that happen to me on many an occasion, I have ever wondered why I could not have recognized it earlier. On some occasions, it is such a simple understanding, that when it does dawn on you, you almost feel stupid for not seeing it earlier.

I have been told in the past, that you are not going to know until it's time for you to know-yet another joker. Unfortunately it would seem to be true, at least to some degree. Makes me wonder sometimes if this life isn't somehow scripted!

Long ago, I decided after learning about Christ and the Buddha, I spent long hours working on a Ford assy. line thinking about what they knew and how they came into their knowledge. I eventually realized that no matter what they said, their words couldn't convey the core essence of what they were trying to say. So you were ever left trying to read between the lines.

The only way you could know that essence is to experience it. As Jorr would say-you have to actually drink the tea... As far as I am concerned, you can never know that core essence until you are fully willing to experience that essence first hand. It will be okay as the worst thing you will ever face will be of your own creation!

My dad always insisted on checking the dictionary for meaning, which usually happened at Sunday dinner. When the stomach thought it reigned. No, instead it's time for the meanings. In fond memory of those moments of protest, let us see Sebastion:


suppose |səˈpōz|
verb
1 [ with clause ] assume that something is the case on the basis of evidence or probability but without proof or certain knowledge: I suppose I got there about half past eleven.
• used to make a reluctant or hesitant admission: I'm quite a good actress, I suppose.
• used to introduce a hypothesis and trace or ask about what follows from it: suppose he had been murdered—what then?
• [ in imperative ] used to introduce a suggestion: suppose we leave this to the police.
• (of a theory or argument) assume or require that something is the case as a precondition: the procedure supposes that a will has already been proved | [ with obj. ] : the theory supposes a predisposition to interpret utterances.
• [ with obj. ] believe to exist or to possess a specified characteristic: he supposed the girl to be about twelve.
2 (be supposed to do something) be required to do something because of the position one is in or an agreement one has made: I'm supposed to be meeting someone at the airport.
• [ with negative ] be forbidden to do something: I shouldn't have been in the kitchen—I'm not supposed to go in there.
PHRASES
I suppose so used to express hesitant or reluctant agreement.
DERIVATIVES
supposable adjective
ORIGIN Middle English: from Old French supposer, from Latin supponere (fromsub- ‘from below’ + ponere ‘to place’), but influenced by Latin suppositus ‘set under’ and Old French poser ‘to place.’


Now then, we can clearly find the scripting! Ha, Latin is the culprit again. The association of "setting under" eh? Yeah, script us under that spell of a control. Yet, do meanings struggle onwards, through modern usages? First definition infers: 'assume' & 'evidence' & 'probability' (science based, great). But the last definition is that old trap again: 'shouldn't' & 'forbidden' & 'not'.

So the application of meaning-one, to that saying, is not so bad. Really, it is rational to 'suppose' we are where we are. So long as we make it our own. So long as we are not deeded as 'tenant'. So long as there is a little fun.

Dad at least encouraged freedom of choice, where we could establish meanings coherently. Ah, back to my morning smoothie now.

[Sebastion]

I am going to offer now, what most have probably figured out already from what has been said earlier. I have stated that the heart is the first organ to be formed in an embryo-symbolic for the existence of the Great Heart-symbolic that the Heart preceded the Mind.

I have stated that the essence of the Great Heart consists of Masculine/Feminine Love Energy. Please keep in mind that the use of the word "energy" in this statement is probably a corruption and a perversion-language again!

One of the most obvious observations as to the nature of the One is the obvious existence of male and female in most all things-even with the ETs, or so I've heard! lol Obviously each gender performs a biological function for the continued perpetuation of the species but so does the heart. Symbolically speaking it should be rather obvious here. You have two seemingly separate energies, masc./fem seeking each the other, to come together in hopes of creating initially, a merging of Love. That is the ideal.

Lots of symbols in natural things.........

[Sebastion]

I am going to take this a little deeper here and show you the entrance into really deep waters. I have mentioned earlier some aspects of the masculine/feminine energies. I am referring to both the "light" and "dark" sides of each.

The light side of the masculine for example-Christ, Buddha-pick a male saint of choice.

The dark side of the masculine-think Arnold in the first terminator movie!

The light side of the feminine-think Mother Mary-any sainted feminine figure.

The dark side of the feminine-ask any woman-women know these things- as I have never found a good example for the feminine dark side. Perhaps a close example would be a female "terminator" who relishes killing everything while on the way to the primary target

In an effort to clarify the difference in the two dark sides-the male side is cold, indifferent, emotionless. The female dark side is rampant emotional, revenge filled, unlimited rage.

The task now is to see it as energies apart from physical bodies. It gets deeper...

[Sebastion]

I felt it necessary to break out the differences in those energies in an attempt to show the broad contrast and depth of the energies available within the self. Someone told me once along the way that in order to experience the "highness" of a thing, you have to be willing to experience the "lowness" of a thing, spiritually speaking. Can't say if that's true or not but that is the way the experiences were presented to me.

At any rate, you have available to you, tremendous energy potential. You have imagination-which is used to "qualify" your own energy in any way you choose which can be backed up by strong will and some serious intent. Wonder what you could accomplish if you decided that you were going to become an irresistable force towards accomplishing a particular goal?

[9eagle9]

Someone told me once along the way that in order to experience the "highness" of a thing, you have to be willing to experience the "lowness" of a thing, spiritually speaking.


At the risk of revealing my low fetish for screaming metal music,...in the immortal words of SiXX : Nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home.

Followed by other homey bits of advice like "You can't breathe until you choke"

"I've done things that you won't."

"nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive."

If one ignores the screamingly eye aching gothic death metal imagery incongruously written in blood the message is ' Life is Beautiful'.

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJDDxHIaaVk

Nikki Sixx was a member of Motley Crue and he released an album describing in music his descent into heroin hell. The song rather reflects his 'wake' up call. I note that nothing on the surface about him has changed but we know those sorts of things don't matter anyway.

On more , ahem, normalized fronts of spirituality (he, he) Lame Deer was a renown Lakota Medicine Man. He was often asked HOW did he become a medicine man? In his biography he relates many of the experiences that shaped him to be a medicine man.

Lame Deer unrepentantly and CHEERFULLY, relates that a few failed marriages, drunkeness, delinquency, adultery, drug use, car theft, several show downs with the law, general laziness, lots of forbidden sex, stealing other mens wives, being on the run, a few rodeos, a few interstate car chases, moving moonshine, making moonshine, and taking peyote shaped him to be the medicine man he became. Among just few ....

One of my favorite posthumous mentors.

[wavydome]

9e9, You remind me of Tina Turner's rendition of a song which included the line in it which goes something like:

" ... (the) eagle stirs her nest, so that her young may never rest..."

Perhaps it is even biblical, though i've not managed to key-word locate anything on this as yet. Go girl.

[9eagle9]

Lots of symbols in natural things.........

So much of what horses have taught me. You don't sit on a horse, you ride it. To ride a horse is to move with the horse, and go with its flow. No matter what its doing you move with it. You don't and you fall off, the horse gets out from under you if don't move with it. If you watch this it appears the rider is motionless but they have actually blended themselves in with the motion of the horse and are always in motion.

And language too, you don't use verbal languages much with horses, your self , your entire being is speaking to the horse and the horse speaks back--its refusal, its cooperation, its fear, its willingness, everything. Correcting your language creates cooperation. A horse can't respond to stop and go given at the same time. A good horse refuses, and one that has a mind on its own (the rider isn't there with it) will take off to get away from the confusion. A riding instructor stands in the middle of the arena and watches this language and corrects it when there's a breakdown in communication.

Z is a performance horse she knows only to run and jump. I use her in lessons with unstable riders because she won't take advantage of their instability and she won't respond to their requests if she feels they are unbalanced. There's something very odd about her, she's very assertive and opinionated (she bites me when I don't perform well...lol) but weirdly patient in an impatient way. She doesn't like to trot and makes all these horrible facial gestures when asked to do so but she'll do it understanding the rider can't ride any faster. If asked to run (which is what she really wants) she won't because she knows her rider can't do it.

And then once they can, she will. What is interesting is the rider will think they can't run, and she KNOWS when they are ready to. I watched her jump over baby jumps with a beginning jumper yesterday at a trot, (something she hates doing) and finally takes it in her head to not trot to the gate run to it. Her rider didn't think he was ready but she knew he was. So she did. Even after took the jump in perfect form, he still didn't think he could do it. Even after he did. His unconscious language spoke to her and she ran with it.

Lesson students she'll trot for, for me she won't because my language isn't uncertain, she goes right back into eventing mode. You change out a rider and you get a different horse. When I started her on giving lessons, she was so careful with her movements (in spite of those horrid facial expressions) that I thought she was going lame, or her back hurt. So I'd ride her and she was fine all fast and fluid, and then put someone else on her and she went right back to that careful way of going. I finally figured it out. I didn't expect it of her because of that overtly assertive and opinionated way she has.

[9eagle9]

my daughter heartily agrees with you...lol.

Posted by wavydome (here)
9e9, You remind me of Tina Turner's rendition of a song which included the line in it which goes something like:

" ... (the) eagle stirs her nest, so that her young may never rest..."

Perhaps it is even biblical, though i've not managed to key-word locate anything on this as yet. Go girl.

[write4change]

Posted by 9eagle9 (here)
Lots of symbols in natural things.........

So much of what horses have taught me. You don't sit on a horse, you ride it. To ride a horse is to move with the horse, and go with its flow. No matter what its doing you move with it. You don't and you fall off, the horse gets out from under you if don't move with it. If you watch this it appears the rider is motionless but they have actually blended themselves in with the motion of the horse and are always in motion.

And language too, you don't use verbal languages much with horses, your self , your entire being is speaking to the horse and the horse speaks back--its refusal, its cooperation, its fear, its willingness, everything. Correcting your language creates cooperation. A horse can't respond to stop and go given at the same time. A good horse refuses, and one that has a mind on its own (the rider isn't there with it) will take off to get away from the confusion. A riding instructor stands in the middle of the arena and watches this language and corrects it when there's a breakdown in communication.

Z is a performance horse she knows only to run and jump. I use her in lessons with unstable riders because she won't take advantage of their instability and she won't respond to their requests if she feels they are unbalanced. There's something very odd about her, she's very assertive and opinionated (she bites me when I don't perform well...lol) but weirdly patient in an impatient way. She doesn't like to trot and makes all these horrible facial gestures when asked to do so but she'll do it understanding the rider can't ride any faster. If asked to run (which is what she really wants) she won't because she knows her rider can't do it.

And then once they can, she will. What is interesting is the rider will think they can't run, and she KNOWS when they are ready to. I watched her jump over baby jumps with a beginning jumper yesterday at a trot, (something she hates doing) and finally takes it in her head to not trot to the gate run to it. Her rider didn't think he was ready but she knew he was. So she did. Even after took the jump in perfect form, he still didn't think he could do it. Even after he did. His unconscious language spoke to her and she ran with it.

Lesson students she'll trot for, for me she won't because my language isn't uncertain, she goes right back into eventing mode. You change out a rider and you get a different horse. When I started her on giving lessons, she was so careful with her movements (in spite of those horrid facial expressions) that I thought she was going lame, or her back hurt. So I'd ride her and she was fine all fast and fluid, and then put someone else on her and she went right back to that careful way of going. I finally figured it out. I didn't expect it of her because of that overtly assertive and opinionated way she has.

Beautiful picture. Is that you eagle? Unusual way for a horse to sit and on slopping ground? Reason?

All smart people are different around different types of people--they judge it in their best interest to be so. Why would a smart horse be less street wise that a person? The big trick is to recognize a smart horse. Stupid horses hurt themselves and others. When we first brought My T Maxx home from being stabled all his life and put him in a six acre pasture to roam and play---he put his foot up on top of a metal four foot fence post and got it caught. Luckly we were in the barn and saw him do it. We could not believe it! We start running across the pasture fearing he is going to break his leg being a thoughbred etc. We are calling to him as we are running stand stand stand. And he does quietyly waiting until we get there. I think I am going to have a heart attack. At 4 years he is many ways an inexperienced baby and yet he has been racing since he was two with no real ideas about being a real horse instead of a racing machine. But he is smart which I understood from the get go.

I had watched him racing. He was either first or dead last. He was so frustrating to his owners. But he would go in the parade ring size up his competitiors and decide how much effort was worth it. It seemed if he knew he could win, he would win big and all out. But if it looked like a nose or a crap shoot to his mind, he came in dead last. That is how we got a horse sired by a horse of the year--can't remember names right now but six generations back he had man of war and war admiral----for five thousand dollars at a claiming race. Then he fell in love with Maxx and then he fell in love with being a show horse. After Maxx died he was different with each of his different riders. He never really liked men and liked young girls much more than old women. LOL

We had an older minature horse stallion that we called Houdini because he could get in and out of every where. We finally gilded him because he would get the mares of my nieghbors to squat for him. LOL We put him in with My T Maxx which every one said was a bad idea. I wish I had the sense to being a camera that first time. It would have won me ten thousand dollars to see that big horse get down and play with the little one. They were so funny, spontaneously jumping over one another. From then on they went out together because Houdini knew everything about the pasture and dangers and My T Maxx--Teddy-- Maxx's Teddy bear---did whatever Houdini wanted. Ironically, Houdini stayed with Teddy and did not leave him alone to get into things. Teddy also had a barn cat that loved him and sat on him at night. Had five horses and dozen barn cats and they were the only ones with a relationship.

I learned a lot from my little herd. The biggest horse was not the leader. The leader was the small arabian pinto Exotic Lilly. She rounded everyone up and basically made them poop around the old abandoned chicken coop. She was picky about everything and fanatically clean. Hated walking in mud etc. She was prissy and high strung and every boday catered to her or else. She had a mean bite if you pissed her off. She broke my daughter's arm by rearing and Maxx would have nothing to do with her after that. Two prissy beautiful teenagers used to being the center of attention. She remained my horse because I knew her loved her and was willing to put up with her shanigans. I bought her for Picasso the warmblood paint and Maxx's first horse. She would have nothing to do with him. Teddy adored her and she was gracious to his attentions. Picasso turned out to be gay. He loved eventing best. He would work out in the round pen by himself if you played his dressage music. LOL

They were like people and tribes in many ways. The one thing they had in common was being exceptionally smart horses. I learned to trust my gut which made many a trainer mad and bought the horse whose mind I could feel. I bought the horse with the mind first, knowing that like Seabiscuit; it was the mind that made the horse. Then I set about to learn each of my horse's minds and I let them know mine. I let them see that above all I was committed to calm and I was centered consciousness and after that I was curioous and open to expression and exploration. And so we all had partnered relationships.

I also learned not to talk about how I functioned with other trainers etc. They were in the "horse" business. I was not; I was a horse person. But it would really piss them off. I was no competition for them in the business but both Picasso and My T Maxx were California Pacific Coast Horse Association year end champions for amateur jumping. I did that 4 years in a row 97, 98, 99, 2000. It will be a long time before someone breaks that record. In California, you have at least 15,000 horses competing for that title. My name is there because I owned the horse but in jumping the honors goes to the horse not the rider. So the record book carries the horses name and the owner not the rider. Too old to compete that way riding, I selected the riders for my horses and that pissed even more people off. Not following my direction about how my horse lived and worked--got you thirty day notice. Learned a lot about people that way too.

Even here I often have the reaction the more I know about people the more I love my horse. LOL

[ljwheat]

This is intersting:

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULGoL4ZU6A8

[Sebastion]

I wish to thank each and every one who has posted to this thread from the bottom of my heart truly, for each and every one of them has allowed me insight to a deeper, more subtle and powerful understanding. I am going to attempt to impart that as best I can....if I can use the right words, you will see it subtly in most every post.

9eagle9 and write4 change both hint very strongly to the subtle "power" of it. They have "naturally" aligned their energies with horse energy to produce a natural energetic communion of understanding with horse energy. The secret here is that there is no attachment whatsoever to it, but it is a simple merging yet powerful because it's NATURAL, a natural flow of energies in synchronistic alignment. Powerful stuff.

Even Anotherbob would imply the same thing subtly in his words. He is not attached to anything but is naturally aligned with the energy of just being, just simply loving, no requirements, no attachments, free...

I think I see a horsewhisperer or two among us...and an eagle whisperer as well...does that not speak to a natural alignment of natural energies in a mutual, synchronistic flow. It doesn't get more exquisite and elegant then that.....

[another bob]

My favorite miracle – just appearing here, awake and aware, with nothing before or after! Whatever happens otherwise is not unlike the made-up stuff mind fashions while we dream.

If so, why interfere? Dreamers are dear when they’re dreaming. They have many humorous facial expressions which hardly anyone notices, because everyone else is dreaming too!

Still, how is it that we seem to meet each other in these dreams, yet not even recognize our own face?

I have no idea who or what I am -- even when I thought I knew, I realize now, I didn't know. Nor has it ever really been about what "I" know.

When what moves me, what breathes me, does so without my interference, without my "knowing" being added, then the free Heart functions unimpeded, unrestricted by prior programs, clever strategies, artificial flavors, imitation emotional colorings, or suave identity preservatives.

We can call it “the Heart”, yet this free Heart cannot be defined in opposition to bondage. It is as free in bondage as it is in liberation.

It is open-ended, spontaneous, and dangerous -- dangerous to beliefs, concepts, projections, willfulness, pride, arrogance -- dangerous to all that still clings to the known for that slippery sense of certainty.

Nevertheless, at the Heart, whatever is needed is always granted, graciously, and then the only question is, the only test is: love or fear.

Love is not knowing, and so is indiscriminate -- it loves saints and sinners equally. Even in the grip of fear, it doesn't fall in or out.

A deep and simple recognition, Love meets itself in all -- in and through each pair of eyes, each touch, each word of humble kindness.

Why is fear of Love the only fear greater than fear of death? Perhaps because we are most vulnerable when we drop off our masks and stand naked in Love.

Without being anchored in Love, truth itself becomes a mental abstraction. Even so, Love can make friends with the mind. Why fuel more struggle? In such a friendship, mind itself is finally recognized as Love.

All positions are positions in mind – Love has no position, no opposite. Why make more mind about Love? Love ushers the mind into silence.

Call Love a fire – even what says so, will also be consumed by it. Fire goes where there's fuel, and truth is the tip of the flame – never fixed or static, ultimately ungraspable and thus unknowable.

The caterpillar cannot understand the butterfly, nor kindling the flame.

We claim we want the truth, but resist submitting to Love’s burning away of all that’s not true. We tend to prefer the coolness of dreaming, the security of knowing, even though none of it is actually true.

After all, it’s easy enough to close our eyes, but waking up is hard to do!

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Call Love a fire – even what says so, will also be consumed by it. Fire goes where there's fuel, and truth is the tip of the flame – never fixed or static, ultimately ungraspable and thus unknowable.

The caterpillar cannot understand the butterfly, nor kindling the flame.

We claim we want the truth, but resist submitting to Love’s burning away of all that’s not true. We tend to prefer the coolness of dreaming, the security of knowing, even though none of it is actually true.

After all, it’s easy enough to close our eyes, but waking up is hard to do!

I like that post Bob. I am dreaming all these states....

All is either moving or still.
Animals and plants and humans and rocks and all of the beautiful we know and love.


A cat woman calls into visceral memory cats present and past and feels them furry and purring.
Last night my loved dead husband and I touched with etheric hands....
All is ether alive or not in every dream it IS.
The world spins a new day

Fire consumes earth, water consumes fire, earth covers water, air blows the earth away.
And so it goes in the elemental world.
That is in the waking dream.

Who cares except for that one who loves the caring?
Then she cares to move on.
And so it goes into the wild yonder


I love myself best in all my dreams because I am with me all the time.
Yet, I will never really see my face.
So I look for her in eyes.

Everything there is, IS
just star glasses on a lover. Maggie