Here and Now...What's Happening?

[mojo]

Ulli, STOP IT! ...

[ulli]

Posted by mojo (here)
Ulli, STOP IT! ...

Can't stop now, but I'll restrain myself and only post the link.

Clue 1: no gory images
Clue 2: You had better be open-minded about Osho.
Clue 3: You WILL be affected as the spirit of Gurdjieff is still amongst us.

http://www.messagefrommasters.com/Li...ge_methods.htm

[PurpleLama]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by eaglespirit (here)

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by eaglespirit (here)
PurpleLama...I would explode with Energy near Your Altar of Crystals and Spiritual Collections : )

No you wouldn't since you already know very well how to use all available energy to the max.
I love PL's altar, too.
When I'm down I just think of it, and all his cats, and the photo of him holding LotusBlossom
and immediately I feel better.

"explode" is a relative term for me, Ulli : )

Yeah, I know. You would shine with a steady light... And no CMEs even?

I forget exactly where, but it comes to mind, with all that is here in these last several posts, how it was put forth through Cayce, that just a few righteous people in a given geographical area, who were attuned to the infinite, as it were, that the presence of these in a given place would effectively curtail earth changes/disasters, and for whatever reason this series of posts, and that from carmody, immediately brought this to mind in such a way for me feel compelled to express it, here and now.

And at almost the same time, Carmody is posting this:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post500793

[Carmody]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)

Posted by PurpleLama (here)

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by eaglespirit (here)

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by eaglespirit (here)
PurpleLama...I would explode with Energy near Your Altar of Crystals and Spiritual Collections : )

No you wouldn't since you already know very well how to use all available energy to the max.
I love PL's altar, too.
When I'm down I just think of it, and all his cats, and the photo of him holding LotusBlossom
and immediately I feel better.

"explode" is a relative term for me, Ulli : )

Yeah, I know. You would shine with a steady light... And no CMEs even?

I forget exactly where, but it comes to mind, with all that is here in these last several posts, how it was put forth through Cayce, that just a few righteous people in a given geographical area, who were attuned to the infinite, as it were, that the presence of these in a given place would effectively curtail earth changes/disasters, and for whatever reason this series of posts, and that from carmody, immediately brought this to mind in such a way for me feel compelled to express it, here and now.

And at almost the same time, Carmody is posting this:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post500793

And the crows are as close to me as they can get, right now. Up against the wall, ground floor, outside of the house.

[another bob]

Posted by ViralSpiral (here)
I had been meandering through the gardens of infinity, hence my prod
Glad you posted that, here and now. I loved it.
Yesterday, I was listening to some-one (pick a number) who said: if you are still "going to meditation classes" after 20 years, its too late.
Who is to say that it wouldnt/couldnt be in the 21st year that...


Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in. —Leonard Cohen

Hello my Dear Friend!

From what I've seen, it's not unusual for folks to awaken when they've finally surrendered the struggle to awaken. It's not unlike getting to a red traffic light and waiting and waiting and waiting for it to turn, and when you finally give up waiting for something to happen, it turns green!

http://www.pbase.com/1heart/image/89934906

[another bob]

Posted by Anchor (here)
I think you have to do what feels right anyway, and use whichever of the tools you have been given.

I mean you can only do what you know, right?

Purity of intent has to count for more than which words we use.

Absolutely, my Friend!

Viral Spiral relates an excellent story in that regard!

One of my favorites is the Vajra Guru Mantra, which has gotten me out of some sticky situations in the bardos.

http://www.rinpoche.com/gurumantra.html

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=pc6OpdzESMU

[Carmody]

And in my first dream last night, some of the people whom I'd tried to reach, began to move into my house. Some strangers, some known.

And in the second dream, I had done some building work, of a perfect shape, a perfect sphere(ish) shape, welding and soldering. Something strong, something stable, something nearing perfection in what it was ...and the work done. I was complemented on the quality of my work.

And in the third, I was shown the completeness, the quality, the joy within the operation.. of an old an undervalued mechanism/structure (multiple devices together in one combined structure), as it finally sprang back into life. It was oscillatory in nature. Vibrational. Music.

[ViralSpiral]

Posted by another bob (here)

Posted by ViralSpiral (here)
I had been meandering through the gardens of infinity, hence my prod
Glad you posted that, here and now. I loved it.
Yesterday, I was listening to some-one (pick a number) who said: if you are still "going to meditation classes" after 20 years, its too late.
Who is to say that it wouldnt/couldnt be in the 21st year that...


Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in. —Leonard Cohen

Hello my Dear Friend!

From what I've seen, it's not unusual for folks to awaken when they've finally surrendered the struggle to awaken. It's not unlike getting to a red traffic light and waiting and waiting and waiting for it to turn, and when you finally give up waiting for something to happen, it turns green!

http://www.pbase.com/1heart/image/89934906

NO WAY!!! You made that in 2007?? I had NO idea. I'm a big Leonard Cohen fan, and whilst I quote bits, here 'n there, I have never written those 4 sentences together.


I own that cd by Craig Preuss:- Sacred Chants of Buddha.

Here is my favourite. I love drums.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Lz0Tg9fCzHE

♥♥♥

[ViralSpiral]

Posted by Carmody (here)
And the crows are as close to me as they can get, right now. Up against the wall, ground floor, outside of the house.

Full Moon. As the gossamer veils between worlds thins, we meet and play

[another bob]

Posted by ViralSpiral (here)
NO WAY!!! You made that in 2007?? I had NO idea. I'm a big Leonard Cohen fan, and whilst I quote bits, here 'n there, I have never written those 4 sentences together.

Leonard is a student of Sasaki Roshi too. Back in the day, when he visited the monastery, we'd coax him into doing a little singing, to which we all sang along. He's a real sweet and humble guy! Roshi told him that his songs were too sad! LOL!

I own that cd by Craig Preuss:- Sacred Chants of Buddha.

Here is my favourite. I love drums.

Thanks, he's a truly gifted artist!

Here's one for you and Anchor too, by Hein Braat, that always opens up the higher chakras:

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=slnUSJ8_RZQ

[ViralSpiral]

Posted by Carmody (here)
I was complemented on the quality of my work.

com·ple·ment/ˈkämpləmənt/
Noun:
A thing that completes or brings to perfection.
Verb:
Add to (something) in a way that enhances or improves it; make perfect.
Synonyms:
noun. supplement - addition - adjunct
verb. complete - supplement

you sure?


com·pli·ment/ˈkämpləmənt/
Noun:
A polite expression of praise or admiration.
Verb:
Politely congratulate or praise (someone) for something.
Synonyms:
noun. praise - flattery
verb. congratulate - felicitate - praise - commend - laud

[Carmody]

Posted by ViralSpiral (here)

Posted by Carmody (here)
I was complemented on the quality of my work.

com·ple·ment/ˈkämpləmənt/
Noun:
A thing that completes or brings to perfection.
Verb:
Add to (something) in a way that enhances or improves it; make perfect.
Synonyms:
noun. supplement - addition - adjunct
verb. complete - supplement

you sure?


com·pli·ment/ˈkämpləmənt/
Noun:
A polite expression of praise or admiration.
Verb:
Politely congratulate or praise (someone) for something.
Synonyms:
noun. praise - flattery
verb. congratulate - felicitate - praise - commend - laud

Perhaps the slip was correct, for I was not working on the thing on my own. I was working with someone else, but I did the finishing work. As a form of an example. As in 'like so', to illustrate.

[ViralSpiral]

F'course.....

[Carmody]

Interestingly enough, the boil that I had on my lip that I had when i was 13..the same year and time that I had two full last/past life recalls... that is sore, right now, that spot on my upper lip.

When I was in the hospital to have it removed or dealt with, it was on a full moon, It was Halloween. I was in a bed beside a man who was handcuffed to his bed. He was like that as he had killed his wife's lover and walked about 150 miles in trying to escape and had really damaged the bottom of his feet. We spoke about the whole episode, and he explained what happened, how it went down. I passed no judgement on him, I was neutral on the whole thing.

[ulli]

All Villagers complement AND compliment one another.
That's the idea behind the idea.
The. result will be a new heaven and a new earth.

[ViralSpiral]

Posted by Carmody (here)
that is sore, right now, that spot on my upper lip.

Any conclusions?

Listening to this

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mU_K6po9gqo

[PurpleLama]

Castor oil, extra virgin, cold pressed, rub a few drops in once a day and the boil will disappear. From personal experience, it works, and the info originated with Cayce, FWIW.

[Sierra]

I love you all so much. It hurts. And feels good.

Sierra

[another bob]

Posted by Sierra (here)
I love you all so much. It hurts. And feels good.

Sierra

Sunset on the Mountain, and then a wild wind's chilly sutra, chanted in the dusky crack between two realms, invokes another night’s emergence.

Stony crags tower and glisten in the icy moonlight flooding the slopes, while this hapless heart hangs, impaled, upon their granite spears, surrendered to the evening.

Who can answer for this pulsing wound that beats within our chest? Whatever we call “our life” – here it is, in so many words, what words can never say.

Have a heart!

The musings of abstruse dharma, philosophy’s elegant pantomime, provided no lasting peace. It only held a distant mirror to my inarticulate ruin.

The wise ones learned to drop the ball and chain of wanting, of needing, of demanding to know. How often their kind advice has fallen on deaf ears!

That sense of separate self, a poignant fearfulness, will only seek the safety place, wrapped tight in its own wry confirmation, warmed by the imaginative tinder that mind burns for itself to ward off its own looming extinction.

When you opened the door before dawn and found me, head slightly tilted into the night, eyes climbing up into the starriness of your smiling oblivion, I was wearing a mask from the underworld, a mask you had not touched but only dreamed of, and so I slipped into that dream to find you, to hold you and touch your wound, which we have always shared.

What did we know then, or even now? We were given these wan transparent masks to wear over the ruined beauty of our fragile innocence, a gift from blind elders for the ghost banquet of our reunion at the heart.

When you took me across your threshold, I sensed in my blood that everything I knew was going to die, but I had no mask for my death -- it demands a kind of nakedness that my artifice cannot disguise.

You lifted my face to yours and my mask fell off, and no, it really doesn't matter -- it just fell off. Death is a simplicity, with no reference but itself.

You looked down and you saw yourself, your own love, come back from the dream worlds of echoing wounds to touch you, to come to rest in you and make love to itself without prior images, without the futile and pleasureless masks of memory.

This is how your own mask began to crumble -- imperceptibly as dawn, and we could not hear it then, the peacock song was too strong, we were consumed in that eloquent melody, and because it is very patient, something smiled and began to fill our infinite room with the intoxicating fragrance of immaculate white light, such that even our secret masks became translucent, so suddenly they could no longer blind us to this holy wound’s sheer radiance.

Neither pain, nor fear, nor the inevitable revelation of our impermanence -- love's mysterious grand charade -- could ever mask the unbearable beauty alive as this wound at the heart.

[Carmody]

Posted by ViralSpiral (here)

Posted by Carmody (here)
that is sore, right now, that spot on my upper lip.

Any conclusions?

Listening to this

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mU_K6po9gqo

I just checked, there was an eclipse series in the same 'window' of time in 1977, when I had that situation occur.

"It is the old wound, my King. It has never healed." -Lancelot, Excalibur, 1981