I emailed president bush this week urging him to send more aid to the tsunami victoms..here is the transcript
Mr President,I have supported you for 4 years now,and voted you back in office to compleate your mission of spreading peace and democracy around the world.But things have changed again as they will ,and I want to ask you a favor..Is it possible for your party in january be subdued or maybe even cancelled because of the disaster situation in the asian gulf?I know you earned it,and you have the right to celibrate,you and the Republican party.It just seems wrong to party while so many need our help.Cant you talk to your money doners for the party and have a old fashoned barn dance instead and have them donate most or all of the money that would have been spent for food and water for the victoms?I am a third generation Californian,Republican, Buddhist.and would like you to know there has never been a war fought in buddhas name,nor do these people ever plan to start one.These gentle people need our help now,not later.This might be your one chance to change the way the rest of the world views you and your administration.I hope you listen to your heart on this..and become an even greater leader than you already are..Sincerely Scott Taylor
he didnt respond personally to my email,but I did get the standard form email back,stating he cant personally respond yada yada yada..but today he increased the aid to 350 million..That is a start,Mr. President!All of my online friends have donated also,so good job to all!

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Christmas Eve

I put up lights tonight
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I'm sitting here alone tonight after a friend just left,and I'm alone,but not lonely.It just hasnt seemed like christmas this year.Maybe it was the election..Maybe it's the war in Iraq,but I just havent been in the mood, yet.But I did get excited when I bought my first grandchild his first christmas gifts.A little one again.And the circle of life continues.So what does Christmas mean to me?It means the Christ child is born..The Nativity scene.My Uncle Harold coming over to give us loads of presents since he never had any kids..We also called him Uncle Quarter.He always had a few quarters to press around into everyones hands..He died on my birthday last year.He was in his 90's..His brother my grampa lived until he was 89 years old..They were both from boston..I wonder if they saw Boston red socks win their last champianship back when they were kids?Speaking of kids,mine come home tomorrow afternoon and we will have dinner at leah's for the first time not here at my house..She can clean the dishes for a change..

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The Rifle

A CHRISTMAS STORY


Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we'd already done all
the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient with one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and
got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him.
The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I sat down, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting.
What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" "You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?"
"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."
That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it.
Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait.
When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just
had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could
spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy?
Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it.
She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too.
In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My
heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen
looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was
probably true.
I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get.
Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave.Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug.
They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say,
"'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said,"Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough.
Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do.
Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensen's, or split a
block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a
rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

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In Search of the Best Christmas Tree

Climbing the Three Hills in Search of the Best Christmas Tree

Just seven nights from the
darkest
night of the year, my son
and I climb
the three hills behind
the white
house, his flashlight
leaping
from hemlock to fir,
to white
pine and blue spruce
and back
again. Up, up higher
he runs,
shadow among larger
shadows
in the below-zero,
constellated
half-mooned sky, his
voice
so distant at times
I think
it is the wind, a rustle
of tall
grass, the squeak of my
boots
on new snow, his silence
making
me shout, Where are you?,
his floating
back, Why are you so slow?,
a good
question I ask myself to
the beat
of my forty-eight-year-old
heart,
so many answers rushing up
that
I have to stop and command
them back,
snow devils whirling
before
me, behind me, on all
sides,
names that gleam and
black
out like ancient specks
of moon-
light, that old track
I step
onto like an escalator
rising
to the ridge where the
best
trees grow and I know
I will find my son.

© Len Roberts

Jealousy

Jealousy is fear of not being good enough. It is an aspect of fear - an aspect of lack of self love. It is one of the most harmful diseases upon your planet today and the most damaging.

It can be transmuted by total self love - self acceptance and knowing your God within. It must be faced - brought out into the open and understood for the harmful disease that it is. Only then can it find release and be transmuted into oneness with all. There is no need or necessity for jealousy my child. It is your own illusion of fear which brings it about. Face your fears head on. Bring them into the light. Name them for what they are and they will have a hold over you no longer. Be willing to release your jealousy and your fear of insecurity into the light. You will discover, when you have done this, the most wonderful feeling of security, knowing and trust, that you have ever felt overwhelm you.

Know that you are immortal and nothing can harm you. You are your God within. You are all that is, and if you can truly love every aspect of yourself - jealousy will not have a place in your life. Be open with your feelings. Love all, serve all. But most of all, love self in every way.
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Bluegoo

I love blue,Dont You?
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Complexities in Interactions with Others

COMPLEXITIES IN INTERACTIONS WITH OTHERS
In every situation we find ourselves in this life with another human being, there is always an exchange of energies. One is always competing for energy from another whenever there is a confrontation between two or more people. This energy exchange is so subtle at times, we are not even aware of it. When we are angry or upset, we draw energy from another, and unless we are centered, we are unknowingly 'sapped' of our energy through either a reaction of anger, or through pity.

When we come into contact with other human beings, without which there would be no growth, we are always facing some type of interaction, conflict or energy exchange. We have to learn to recognise the exchange that is taking place, and not surrender our energy to others when they are trying to manipulate our energy for their own purposes. We have to stay centered within our own centre and name the situation for what it is. Only through total unconditional Love can we learn to overcome this manipulation.

Affirmations of Abundant Supply

Following are other power affirmations for abundant supply.
Choose the affirmations that feel appropriate to you --
those that resonate with you, or strike an emotional chord.
It is important that the words feel comfortable to you and
are in line with who you are. Feel free to create one for
your specific need by substituting other words that have
special meaning to you:

Affirmations of Abundant Supply:

* I am now open to receive.
* Life is easy, I have an abundance of whatever I need.
* I now have surplus, all my needs are being met.
* I have unlimited abundance.
* I now give and receive freely.
* This is a rich universe and there is plenty for all of us.
* I now live in a rich and loving universe.
* Money comes to me easily and effortlessly.
* I am always supplied with whatever I need.
* I move forward with an expectancy of my greatest good.
* I look for and receive a bountiful supply.
* My greatest good is coming to me NOW.

Green Kidneys

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Savage Opression

Savage Oppression

Under blissful eyes
Bound and gagged from inside
Muting every waking thought with fear
The victim’s cry it won’t hear
Using pain for power
Controlling every passive hour
The voice of reason squelched by its wasteful needs
While peace is raped of its seeds

It’s brutal crimes escape from confession
And fuels it’s reign from our blind repression

I watch in bitter regret
As the children are shot
I may not have much of a sane mind left
But it’s far more than you got
While tension takes its toll
My bleeding morals grow sick
As your psycho monolith slowly takes control
The resistance starts to tick

Cold crimson flows from its naked aggression
And sparks the reign from our savage oppression

No More!

Corrupted laws chain the truth helpless
The civil ones crushed from the iron clad fist
Years of pain and hopelessness
Have brought the will and the cry to resist
My patience is stripped to the final core
I will not take your madness no more

No longer will we heed the beurocratic’s lies
Their misguided words have taken too many lives
While darkness and terror have strangled our vision
Choking tighter and tighter and tighter submission
Driven to hysteria and howling frustration
We rise and fight for liberation
The tyrants attempt to distort the solution
Has strongly ignited our revolution
To strike back at hate to stop tyranny
To strike back for vengeance
To kill the war machine
Crush martial law and bloody anarchy
Damn the oppressors to private purgatory
For the years of cruel enslavement
Have bled our freedoms dry
So we rise up from silence
Face the buggers and defy
And watch the bugger die

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Twin orbs
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Given up

Given Up

I see through the air of confusion
Wrapped in delusion
Every side of hope in defeat
I see through the forgotten daydream
The words like morphine
Running every mind in deceit
The will to care is no longer there
The need to be well known shall go unsown in me

Given up playing the fool for vanity
Given up sacrificing the sanctity

I feel smothered by the expecting
Never rejecting
Such pointless demands in defeat
I feel flustered by the majority
The cold mockery
Drawing false guidelines in deceit
The will to live seems so primitive
The need to be high strung shall go unsung in me

Given up playing the fool for vanity
Given up sacrificing the sanctity

And I don’t feel like I’ve lost my soul
Never missed the time I was under control
And I don’t care about I’ve seen
Gave up my dream

Given up playing the fool for vanity
Given up sacrificing the sanctity
Given up playing the fool for vanity
Given up sacrificing me
Given up


©1995 Astral Plane
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Which way do we go ?
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Truthfull Minds and Thoughts

Ideas, and the intentions which psychically propel them, render world changing effects, even after they are long forgotten by their creators. Thus, the relevance of these creations of ours, goes well beyond the personal domain. Our intentions and thoughts exist as a currency of exchange, on both social and spiritual levels. Ideas are the building blocks of synchronicity and simultaneous invention, of cities and subtle glances. They know no boundaries or nation’s borders, and are ultimately beyond copyright or patent. Thoughts, like feelings, travel from mind to mind as lightning travels wires of copper. Some are flashy though of little use, rendering small significance. Others are of universal and undying scope, reappearing through the ages like a variety of creature that simply will not, and cannot, be eradicated. Ideas based on Truth Itself have such ultimate, lasting value. Thus, to hold truth as the highest ideal in ones’ life and mind, is to implicitly empower the thoughts which are based upon it. Truthful minds will ultimately prevail, because truth is itself undying. It is of eternal ideal, making no distinction between peoples, cultures or nations. It provides the most fertile ground for the fruits of social revolution among us all. Ideas based upon Truth are everlasting, surviving all changes, societies and even worlds.
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Realization of truth and cosmic purpose

Our true purpose as human beings can accurately be called, "the aim of evolution", which is self knowledge and species advancement, or in other words, the expansion of consciousness. Existence has it's own cosmic purpose in the evolution of life, of which we are an inextricable part. Our purpose is to further advance this Cosmic Cause, through wise decision making and spiritual inspiration. Higher and higher love combined with progressive clarity, can and must become the new, standard human interaction toward that end. We CAN intentionally cultivate these qualities together.. It is this evolutionary purpose that is based upon the development of the consciousness we ARE, and which all life IS, that will save our species from the brink upon which it is now poised. Without sufficient realization of truth and Cosmic Purpose, our species will remain lost in it's own delusions about what life is all about. Until realizing this, we will remain fixated upon brand names, television sit-coms, fashion trends and gossip magazines, until the day of our collective extinction. Until we realize the inherent purpose of life, as opposed to the artificial, human-made purposes of corporate greed, we will always be moving toward entropy, war and insanity of all kinds. The purposes and laws of Nature will not be denied forever. If ever there was a test of our fitness to survive and evolve, this recognition is IT
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CHIEF SEATTLE

tribes around Washington's Puget Sound, delivered what is considered to be one of the most beautiful and profound environmental statements ever made. The city of Seattle is named for the chief, whose speech was in response to a proposed treaty under which the Indians were persuaded to sell two million acres of land for $150,000." -- Buckminster Fuller in Critical Path.

Chief Seattle's Thoughts
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.

So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.

I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.

The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.

So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.

I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.

You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.

Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God.

You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.

That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.

Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone.

The end of living and the beginning of survival.

The use of intellect

Primal Behavior Altruistic Behavior
Stealing money Giving to charity
Teasing Complimenting
Refusing to change Trying new thingsRace hatred Tolerance
Butting in Waiting your turn
Running from fire, ignoring others Saving others from fire
Panic at another's heart attack Giving CPR
Driving recklessly Following the traffic laws
Cheating on your income tax Paying your fair share
Dominating a conversation Listening to others
Shooting rabbits in your back yard Adopting a pet
Painting graffiti Cleaning a neighborhood
Assaulting a person for a verbal threat Discussion and debate
Win at all costs Compete with vigor but fairly
Complaining about what others make at work Living within your means
Thinking you're always right Giving others credit
Lying to protect your position Admitting you are wrong
Imposing your belief system on others Living in peace with others
Cheating on your spouse Staying monogamous
Blaming someone Protecting another's honor
Playing hooky from work or school Being dependable and on time


This list could go on endlessly; however, it is clear that the primal behavior is the easier of the two lists. It takes work and training to achieve the altruistic ideals and requires the use of the intellect to intervene. There is no question that these lists are familiar to all of us. We have been exposed to them since the second grade. Remarkably, most cultures around the planet have some form of education, no matter how primitive, with the ultimate goal of 'doing good unto others'. This similarity among such diverse peoples indicates a predilection of our species to evolve toward a group survival. It may be one of the reasons that Homo Sapien is here and other primate species are mostly extinct. In other words, it wasn't just language or larger brains that allowed us to proliferate. It could have been a trend toward altruistic behavior for the good of the whole as well.





The chemistry of this type of behavior is not too difficult to imagine. Remember that the capacity for intellect resides in the neocortex, and because those neuropathways are constantly being torn down and rebuilt, this is still an evolving part of the brain. That is where the learning process comes in. When the neocortex is exposed to a new learning situation, the perception is to react instinctively. Many do, and with negative results in many cases. It takes time and repeated exposure to a new thought process that requires choice. A choice based on easy response from age old primal instincts, or a choice based on humanitarian (altruistic) ideals formulated from the rule of law. Complex societies such as Homo Sapien need training imposed from the outside to suppress potentially harmful behaviors originating in the primal brain. This is where morals and ideals come into play. Without these altruistic choices, we would still be clubbing each other to death over water holes in East Africa. In a sense we still do. The art of warfare has reached a point of total genocide because of advances in technology, but the behavior is still the same. If we have clear choices and understand the nature of our behavior, there is a good chance that we can continue to evolve toward collective adaptation.

It must be remembered that the intellect is just a function of our overall intelligence. It is not a structure in the brain or a physical level recognizable on a CT scan. Though it resides in a structure called the neocortex, it is diffuse and nebulous. The intellect is more noticeable when it is not there than when it is. To see how this works, just add the mix of mind altering substances most commonly found in our society and observe the suppressing effect on the intellect followed by the exaggeration of primal instincts. Alcohol and drugs act on the recently evolved neocortex and seldom on the limbic system or R complex of the brain. With the intellect effectively minimized, primal behavior becomes the paramount factor in outward action. A trip to any bar in town will demonstrate this adequately. People are rowdy and inconsiderate, even violent. Hierarchial behavior is the most noticeable, with individuals trying to dominate others. Territorialism gains ever increasing potential as more alcohol is consumed. Behaviors range from aggression to depression in wild swings of mood in the context of challenge and satisfaction cycles. Self preservation and reproductive instincts dominate as morals and ethics are discarded in favor of ancient needs. It is interesting to note that intelligence is not affected when an individual is using drugs or alcohol. It may even be enhanced. It seems that the intellect along with conventional motor skills are the only neuropathways affected, and leave the individual behaving as a simple, but intelligent animal with primal challenge and satisfaction cycles.

What, if anything could we call an irregularity of the intellect. A clue has already been advanced by Gregory Fischer in which the intellect seems to have periodic lapses of transmission even in normal situations. It has been referred to as a synaptic impasse. Therefore we must conclude that any periodic loss of integrity of the intellect pathways, however temporary, could demonstrate consistent behaviors that are abnormal. According to Mr. Fischer, this could be called synaptic impasse syndrome. In other words, a collection of symptomatic primal behavior without the intervening effect of the intellectual pathways. This syndrome tends to explain a great deal of human and animal behavior.


Synaptic impasse syndrome, or SIS, may be applied to almost any circumstance from the simplest daily occurrence to the most beastly behavior in man's arsenal. Simple would include rudeness and inconsiderate behavior. Severe would include genocide, murder, rape and a host of other destructive abnormal behaviors. The key in all cases is SIS. The inability of the individual to employ the intellect, or the conscious choice not to. When a person is referred to as an 'animal', it usually means that this individual has committed some form of crime or behavior that is diametrically opposed to civilized behavior as the group interprets it. In other words, those who are using their intellect can recognize those who don't.

As we evolve toward collective adaptation and our society becomes more 'global' in nature, as it is in this era, we employ the intellect more often than at any time in our species history. The rule of law, as it influences the institutions of our species, reflects our drive toward intellectual control and away from primitive instinctual control of our behaviors. The group is guaranteed survival by civilized behavior of the individual. In other words, our species is capable of deflecting the hammer of exctinction by individual acts of altruism, and in doing so, help preserve the group survival as a whole.

In discussing the primal instincts and the use of intellect, it become necessary at this point to follow up with some basic principles. The next discussion will look at some conclusions and evaluate our role in the world of living organisms.
http://www.fortunecity.com/greenfield/rainforest/878/id13.htm

Finding our way home

In the dream we call life, the purpose is to answer the call to come home that emanates from our true being. Life is an experience that draws our attention outward, away from our true being. Paradoxically, it is only by embracing our life in this world that we will find our way home -- "back to the Father" to put it in religious terms.

We are born into this world with this question rooted in our psyche. The body consciousness, with its need for survival, definition and self-affirming experience, obscures the answer that is our birthright. Our actions in the world are aimed at answering this question but cannot succeed because that which calls from within us can only be answered by going within. It is the returning to the question again and again, with a growing despair that, paradoxically, leads to a final answer.
http://www.tatfoundation.org/forum.htm#4

new 2nd black hole discovered in the milky way galaxy

Astronomers think they have found a rare if not unique black hole very near the center of the Milky Way. That would make two of the beasts in that part of the galaxy.

The discovery also adds weight to the idea that black holes come in three sizes, essentially small, medium and large.

Stellar black holes -- the remains of collapsed stars, are common. They typically harbor as much mass as a few suns. And for years, scientists have known there are supermassive black holes in many galaxies; one with the mass of more than three million suns anchors the Milky Way.

The newly detected object appears to be an intermediate mass black hole, packing about 1,300 solar masses.

Intermediate mass black holes ought to exist, some theorists say, because they should have been the building blocks of supermassive black holes. A few should be left scattered around any respectable galaxy. But attempts to discover them -- data suggest two others exist in our galaxy -- have so far proved inconclusive
www.space.com

Spirituality

Spirituality does not imply religion or religious ritual. It refers instead to the concerns of the spirit, of that which goes beyond the material world of atoms and molecules, and into the very laws of the universe. It refers also to the purpose of life in the further evolution into higher forms, where humanity can and must direct it?s energies toward self improvement through inner knowledge, as well as a knowingness of that which is called ?God? and ?Consciousness?. A spiritual life concerns itself with the working for higher causes than just selfishness. It focuses upon such qualities as love, clarity, truth, progressiveness, naturalness and living in accord with the designs of Nature and natural laws. Spiritual people are concerned with gaining greater wisdom in the knowing of reality, and then making effort to manifest that knowingness here in the physical world. When we do this together the fruits of our efforts are multiplied many-fold.
http://www.eoni.com/~visionquest/library/cleardirection.html

Dreams

Don't do anything whatsoever with the mind --
Abide in an authentic, natural state.
One's own mind, unwavering, is reality.
The key is to meditate like this without wavering;
Experience the Great [reality] beyond extremes.
In a pellucid ocean,
Bubbles arise and dissolve again.
Just so, thoughts are no different from ultimate reality.
So don't find fault; remain at ease.
Whatever arises, whatever occurs,
Don't grasp -- release it on the spot.
Appearances, sounds, and objects are one's own mind;
There's nothing except mind.
Mind is beyond the extremes of birth and death.
The nature of mind, awareness,
Uses the objects of the five senses, but
Does not wander from reality.
In the state of cosmic equilibrium
There is nothing to abandon or practice;
No meditation or post-meditation period.

~ Miranda Shaw (tr.) "Niguma: Mahamudra as Spontaneous Liberation," in Passionate Enlightenment.

Releasing Judgement

One of the things that is so important for us to realise as we become more enlightened, is that we have to let go of things like judgement, criticism, hurt ego and separation.

Knowing this, doesn't make it any easier. The greatest philosophers throughout the ages have emphasised the releasing of judgement as the way to greater freedom, and it is still being brought up as an issue. This means of course, releasing the judgement we have of both ourselves and others which amounts to criticism in any shape or form. It does not mean lack of discrimination in seeing a danger when it approaches, or in ignoring our inner voice. It means just that - releasing judgement or criticism. Until we learn to do this, we cannot find true freedom or enlightenment.

Do you know how sensitive you really are?

As a multi-dimensional Being

Do You Know How Sensitive You Really Are?
Within you is a nose sensing system that can "smell" emotions and that can identify motives such as sexual receptivity, antagonism and benevolence
Within your ears are receptors that identify and detect differences in pressure and electromagnetic frequencies
You have skin receptors that detect motion outside of the body, even when your body is asleep
Your subliminal sensory systems locate and identify pitch of sound, sense of heat across great distances, a sense of frequencies and waves...both energetic and mechanical
You have receptors that identify positive and negative charged particles at an atomic level and sense gravitational changes
You sense and respond to solar and lunar rhythms and when "tuned in" have the ability to predict coming Earth changes
If your Pineal gland is fully functional, it acts as a nonvisual photo-receptor and has the ability to connect with the Universal Mind and other Dimensions


Today there is No Justification to continue the Anti-Psychic Belief Systems
There is no Justification to Teach that we Only have Five Senses
And there is no Justification to continue to Suggest
That there are any difference between Sensory and Extra-Sensory Perceptions

sun stoms hitting earth now

A series of eruptions on the Sun have sparked colorful Northern Lights into middle-latitudes of the United States. A pair of blasts over the weekend will arrive Monday and Tuesday, producing more upper-atmosphere storminess.

On Nov. 7th this storm sparked Northern Lights as far south as Oklahoma, Utah and California in the United States," said Paal Brekke, the European Space Agency's Deputy Project Scientist for the sun-watching SOHO spacecraft. "More auroras are possible on Nov. 8th and 9th when a pair of coronal mass ejections (CMEs) are due to hit Earth's magnetic field."

Coronal mass ejections are billowing bubbles of hot gas typically associated with solar flares, which are explosions of light and other radiation. Both weekend storms were the result of eruptions near the large sunspot 696.

The Nov. 6 eruption was a medium-strength classified an M-7 solar flare. The Nov. 7 flare was an X-1. All X-class flares are major, with higher numbers used to not stronger events.

The first coronal mass ejection was captured in this view by SOHO (Solar and Heliospheric Observatory). The Sun's main disk is blocked out so the camera can view the otherwise hard-to-see eruption as it expands into space.

Forecasters with the Space Environment Center in Boulder, Colorado say skywatchers into middle latitudes may again see Northern Lights through Tuesday. The colorful sky lights are created when charged particles created by the space storms race toward Earth's poles and the planet's magnetic field lines, then excite molecules high in the atmosphere.
http://www.space.com/imageoftheday/image_of_day_041108.html

Freedom Rings

Im proud as hell to be one of those
57 million people that think we are doing the right thing helping Iraq
get rid of the terrorists insurgents.Once again ,America has been placed
as the shining city on the hill.Why else would france,europe,and people
from all over the world feel they should have the ability to influence
our elections?One reason,and it is this:America is more than a
country,it is an ideal where we (yes we,not you,not them,us) look at the
issues,debate them,and finally vote the winners in,and the losers out of
office.Thank god we dont cave to political pressure from eather the
right or the left,or from terrorists.I dont recall anyone in this group
trying to influence the austrailian elections?Or the british
elections.That is for their own constituates to decide.Tony Blair said
it all with his short indorsment for Bush today after the republican
win.The leaders of old europe must stop taking bribes and money and quit
sitting on their hands when it comes to giving up the terrorists and
getting on the side of right and justice for all.This wasnt a republican
win today,this was a win for the good guys,the ones who send their
troops to help our allies in times of need.Peace,hope,and freedom was
heard ringing around the world today,and I hope the democrates will
understand this someday.Kerry put up a good fight,but in the
end,bullshit will only get you so far!At least he didnt put the country
through a meaningless battle in the courts like Al Gore did!Kerry took
his loss like a man,and gave a gracious consession speech.And to the
millions of people (including bin laden)who thought they could influence
our elections,I politely flip the bird! Mudd out!

to change,or not to change

n the business of self-discovery, we often discover much we don't like about our personality. Studying the personality is the beginning of searching within for answers. Our initial studies reveal little about our potential divinity and much about habits learned from our parents, animal-like lusts and fears, greed, envy, pride, and an array of neuroses. We find all the illogical insanities we so easily see in our neighbors. A natural reaction is to repair these psychological defects.

man through spacetime The danger is in spending months and years changing behaviors that have little bearing upon our spiritual quest. We may waste vital years of our search, not searching, but sculpting the nuances of our personality to conform to standards whose origin we don't understand. Out of the fuzzy recesses of our societal mind come values and ethics whose validity and reality is as questionable as that of any fetish. Shawn Nevins

Still Basically Robots

Desire is not a reaction -- we may have quite varied reactions to it. Curiosity is not a reaction, but an external force. We are not that -- which was here before we learned it. Curiosity exists for the amoeba, and thus for every white corpuscle. And possibly for every cell in our bodies. It is planted in the unborn beings, and for want of a better word we call it instinct. It propels the new-born to look for food, and propels him so relentlessly that there is no chance for the food-seeking to have any origins in deliberate action. Desire is likewise implanted in the being before it is born, and it continues to propel us until the day of our death. It, too, is not something learned, or reasoned out.

Some of us may be generals, priests, or Indian chiefs, but we are still basically robots, hiding beneath elaborate robes the gears that are the signs of our slavery. While we pose as movers of planets.

The Mind

we are in reality a string of luminous, colored flowers of light and brilliance, forming a general radiance called an aura, which with its chakras is more real than the body which we see. And once more, we find ourselves to be a group of something.

And the deeper we peer into transcendentalism, the closer we approach an inescapable paradox -- that is, if we are anything at all, we are somehow closely related to everything.

The Unmanifested Mind is not demonstrable. The technique for studying it is. If you would see the true source of illusion, instead of living vicariously on the screen of the theatre, follow the light back through the lens of the projector. When we observe the observer, we sense several things. One is that we have been in a dream state, and must return to a dream state as long as we are in this body. We observe also that the Dream State is very real, in that it is for us the only life for us until we awaken. And it is inescapable that we must deduce that dream-life is a real manifestation of some agency within ourselves that acts as a creator. It is as though we were born with a false face, which all through life we accepted as our true face, because it was all we knew as a face, and because our friends accepted it as true. The face would literally have to fall off by accident for us to know that it was not our true self.
http://www.tatfoundation.org/forum2002-07.htm#1

A Gateway Within

In the spiritual search, the quest for true self-definition, we soon come to the realization that our best efforts, and even our very selves, are mechanical and reactive. No matter how subtle or astute our meditation may be, we will never realize nirvana by using yet another facet of samsara. A different level of seeing is needed, a pure awareness that is not itself a product of the world or mind, but primary to the reaction pattern we call ourselves. A looking which is attentive, yet not reactive. A listening which is not affected by circumstance and the constant changes of the mind. Such an attention would lie outside of time and space, beyond circumstance, yet be aware of them as well as itself. Such a Listening Attention would also be directly connected to the formless inner realm of our True Self, and provide a Gateway to Within. www.home.mindspring.com/~bferge/gateway.htm

Road to the Divine

Door to Ways and Means on the Spiritual Path
The Search for Spiritual Truth can be an elusive and exhausting battle. The need for self-definition and self-knowledge is rare and seldom valued in today's society. In other words, we need all the help we can get. Through this site I hope to offer a few simple and effective tools for turning one's life into a living prayer : ways and means on the practical road to the Divine.
http://www.mysticmissal.org/

You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period of this time around.
You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.
There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error: Experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately "works."
A lesson is repeated until learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can then go on to the next lesson.
Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.
"There" is no better than "here." When your "there" has become "here," you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here."
Others are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.
What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
Your answers lie inside you. The answers to Life's questions lie inside you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.
You will forget all this. Cheri Carter -Scott

Knowing Source

I was told:
Recognise your source as being from Divine origin. When you do this with self, you will realise that all others have their deepest feelings nestled in Divine source. When compassion for all, and understanding of all, is achieved upon this plane, unconditional love will be for all creatures, and peace shall truly reign upon your planet.
When love is without duty, but purely from the heart, it is well towards becoming unconditional. Serving through love is Divine. Let your deepest feelings be your guide. Feel with your whole being. Do not block feelings. Let them exist and be. Acknowledge them. All feelings are part of the whole. All have their roots in Divine source. Allow the feelings which are deepest to emerge into the light and they will be transformed by the love of God.
Every creature seeks for love. That is the essence of all life. When total unconditional love is achieved, all things upon your planet will be healed. Give with your whole heart. There is naught you cannot achieve when you give with love. Love is a force stronger than any others. Compassion and love go hand in hand. Let understanding be your guide. Allow the light to enter all phases of your being and let it shine for all . .
http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=8283638

True Love

True Love is when we let all things pass through us without judgement, in total acceptance and allowance. It is through this that we learn to love ourselves unconditionally, and thus we learn to love all that is around us, all people and things that are within our light as we radiate it outwards to the world.
We often criticize and fault others because we feel unworthy ourselves and we try to fault others to make them feel unworthy too. So many of us are brought up with criticism, which makes us feel worth-less. We are children of God and as such are worthy of Love. We have to realise our worthiness and we will come to realise our full potential and why we chose to incarnate when we did, and also why we chose our own particular circumstances. We will then begin to learn the lessons in life we came to learn.

Seeking God

Intelligence has created life for a purpose. I believe we are born into this world to learn to evolve spiritually into our true nature. Every experience we have, we are learning in some way. We are all part of the Intelligence which is called God. There are many names which are used to describe this intelligence - God, Source, Universal energy, the Universe, the All-That-Is and many others. Whatever you call this Oneness with Source, it matters not. We are all part of It. We are as much a part of this Source as any other human being or, in fact, any part of nature or the planet, or the universes themselves. Everything that exists is God. There is nothing that is not God. You may find this hard to accept if you were brought up with a religious background, seeing God as a separate being sitting on a throne in heaven, but the great masters throughout time have told us that all life is experience of God Source.

Spiritual Selves

Before we come into this physical dimension we were spirit. Our souls have always existed as part of the Creative force. They were from the beginning of the world, and will be still when the world has passed away. We are far more than our physical bodies!. We are told we have lived many, many lives, and each time we die in the physical sense, we are given an opportunity to view our past mistakes. We see what we failed to do, or how we may have hurt someone, or infringed on their free-will through trying to control them or bend them to our ways. Sometimes the omittance of doing something is the greater error. To make amends for these past 'mistakes' we are given an opportunity to be born into circumstances which allow us the chance to alleviate our 'wrongs' and so give our soul another chance to grow into its true oneness with itself. The circumstances we are born into, reflect the amount of learning we have completed in life.
http://www.gla.ac.uk/~gbza22/ench1.html

Where are You going?

Do you think you will automatically go to a spiritual place after death? Will you have the drive and capacity to determine your fate and direction when the body/mind dissolves? Do you know yourself that well? What will you have for guidance? Or will the unconscious desires and fears of today, which you may not be aware of or admit to, control your fate?
After our death, we may not find ourselves in Happy Heaven, as we might wish, but instead in a place formed by our true motivations, whether we were conscious of them or not. Instead of getting an eternity at The Warm-Fuzzies Fun Park, the more accurate scenario may be akin to when we fall asleep at night, letting go of our so-called conscious control and helplessly entering the world of dreams. This could be likened to the Tibetan concept of the bardo, with the experience of lucid dreaming (knowing we are dreaming while in a dream) thrown in to boot. In other words, if you can't wake up to Reality now, what makes you think you ever will? This dream world or bardo you may find yourself in would become the current dream or 'reality' in which you again act out your previously formed nature. Whether any of this is fact or fiction isn't the point. What is being asked is, do you know and trust yourself well enough to face death and what it might bring?
http://home.mindspring.com/~bferge/id27.htm#the_hi_jacking_of_thought_the_paradox

Accept the pain of the ego in its fear of death, and look at its root. Look at the fear, the need to run away into distraction and thought. Stay focused, quiet and brave, and allow yourself to be in the moment. After a time, you will come to know this direction, the way within, and will come to look at your troubles as opportunities for further meditation. The sense of being the doer or subject will fade, the attention will be freed, and thought will be seen for the reaction it is. Motion and mind will no longer be your 'self', and listening with attention will be valued more than plotting. This is true meditation, and the road Home.

The Blanket

I joined classmates about 5 years ago when there were only 20 people from my class at bonita,and no one from gladstone yet!I just upgraded it to the paying membership,and have gotten in touch with quite a few long lost friends from glendora,as well as la verne.People like the girl whos mom was my babysitter two doors north of us on prospero drive,denise ..she told me her mom had passed away in 1995,but still talked about how tall and handsom I had grown up.I hadent seen denise since I moved away in 1971,but the years melted away.We got to talking,and then she sent me a suprise package she thought I would like..It was a handmade afghan quilt her mom had made,one of two unsed in a box that she had after her sisters death..I wrapped myself in it and felt the love of this women still in it,and around me..and cried..you see,her mom had gotten sick of denise and I fighting over my blue blanket,she cut it in half,and gave each of us 1 half..I was mortified,and my mom was pissed..But I guess we got over it,cause were both still here,and I never realized what a good thing that women did for me till then,stopping a boy from carrying around a comfort blanket,just like linus did in the peanuts charicters.Denise hadent even rememberd the incident,just thought I was the one person on the planet that could appreciate the quilt besides herself..She never knew how right she was! I loved her mom Vivian,and feel this was a gift from her across the eons of time!Thanks to both of them for making me a better person.. and for this gift of love from both of them.

Nobility

true nobility is not about being better than anyone else -- it's about being better than you used to be.
http://www.drwaynedyer.com/articles/

tibetian book of the dead

The Bardo,translated as The Tibetan Book of the Dead, for centuries it was passed down orally. This ancient text was first put into written form by the legendary Padma Sambhava in the 8th century A.D. Translated, Bardo Thodol means "liberation by hearing on the after death plane". The book acts as a guide for the dead during the state that intervenes death and the next rebirth.
This scripture (The Bardo Thotrol) from Tibetan Buddhism was traditionally read aloud to the dying to help them attain liberation. It guides a person to use the moment of death to recognize the nature of mind and attain liberation.
It teaches that awareness once freed from the body, creates its own reality like that of a dream. This dream projection unfolds in predictable ways in ways both frightening and beautiful. Peaceful and wrathful visions appear, and these visions can be overwhelming. Since the awareness is still in shock of no longer being attached to and shielded by a body, it needs guidance and forewarning so that key decisions that lead to enlightenment are made. The Tibetan Book of the Dead teaches how one can attain heavenly realms by recognizing the enlightened realms as opposed to being drawn into the realms of seduction that pull incorporeal awareness into cyclic suffering.
An interesting sidenote: Some of the concepts in the Tibetan Book of the Dead can be found in The Gospel of Mary Magdalene.

a guide to visiters

Once a month, A Guide To Visitors presents a curated selection of real life stories. You know those stories you hear at bars or dinner parties, from friends or strangers? The ones that haunt you for days? We spend all month finding these stories and then present them to you. On stage, not by actors, but by the people themselves. Each month, you get a half dozen stories served up fresh n' piping hot!
http://www.aguidetovisitors.org/about.html

flying free

Flying Free
Can you feel the sun
Feel it beat down on your face
If you got some time
We can leave this world without a trace
At our own pace
Feeling like a newborn child
Just cut the chains of routine
Look my way and I’ll show you how to fly
If you hunger for new freedom
Wanna breed a new season
Leave away your self-tragedy
We’re gonna be flying
Gonna be flying free
Can you feel your soul climb
Climbing through the misty moonlight
Reaching a new high
Viewing the world from a whole new sight
Such a delicate fright
Swinging from the edge of irony
Break off from the blind herd
Tough a nerve and you’ll never have to die
So you hunger for new freedom
Wanna live for a new reason
Forget the burned self-imagery
We’re gonna be flying
Gonna be flying free
Can you feel the need
The need for a sense of knowing
Is it fantasy
Or will the hope just come flowing
Ever so glowing
Soaring through the sounds of yearning
No longer bound by common rule
We are free and we know how to fly
So you hunger for new freedom
Had to end your mind’s treason
Look around you can you see
For we are now flying
We are now flying free
©1994 Astral Plane
http://www.joerenzetti.com/main.html

The illusion of self

The world is but a show, glittering and empty. It is, and yet it is not. It is there as long as I want to see it and take part in it. When I cease caring, it dissolves. It has no cause and serves no purpose. It just happens when we are absent-minded. It appears exactly as it looks, but there is no depth in it, nor meaning. Only the onlooker is real, call him Self or Atma. To the Self, the world is but a colourful show, which he enjoys as long as it lasts and forgets when it is over. Whatever happens on the stage makes him shudder in terror or roll with laughter, yet all the time he is aware that it is but a show. Without desire or fear, he enjoys it, as it happens.
http://www.nonduality.com/asmi9.htm

There comes an end time when our creators will supposedly return - Jesus - aliens - among others depending which program of thought you follow. At this time there will be a judgement - balance needed after which the souls move on - into another reality of light and higher frequency of thought and understanding - where the emotional nonsense that drives people crazy in the third dimension - ceases to exist and all is understood. We sense that time approaching.
http://crystalinks.com/atlantisellie.html

True Wisdom

Wisdom tells me I'm Nothing.Love tells me I'm Everything.Between the two my life flows. Nisargadatta

Phantom Limb Pain is another name for rsds,which is what I am fighting!

A Phantom Arm & A Bizarre Experience My right leg seems trapped in time and space, at a day and place long ago. Along the leg runs a large scar that always tingles in the background of my consciousness, and which tightens into fear whenever I focus attention there. Yes, it is unmistakable fear, in memory of the event itself, and it is localized at the scar. How can fear be in a scar? I don't know. I can only tell you that's where it is. If anything touches the scar, my leg wants to pull away from the touch. This occurs and over-rules my reason. It simply happens. It is all a phantom of the mind.Such phantoms are not unique to me. People have experienced them for thousands of years, but they received a name only in the Nineteenth Century. The Civil War was a gruesome conflict. My ancestor, Captain David Stewart, 28th Iowa Volunteer Infantry, spent part of the war as a field surgeon. He reached a point when he could no longer look at another gangrened leg, or another soldier quite literally biting the bullet to keep from screaming in pain as a limb was sawn through. Preferring being shot to cutting off another leg, Captain Stewart asked for a transfer to combat. I understand why. I have seen the saw he used for amputation. Its teeth could as easily cut through a tree limb. After the Civil War, tens of thousands of soldiers had amputated limbs and told doctors of strange experiences. Silas Weir Mitchell, a Philadelphia physician, coined the phrase "phantom limb" shortly after the conflict, and did so to explain the phantoms that the veterans described. Fearing ridicule from colleagues, he published anonymously in a popular magazine, Lippincott's Journal, wherein he described the phenomenon. In the century and a half since, phantom limb syndrome has become part of medical and psychological literature.Older medical journals contain hundreds of fascinating case studies. Some of the described phenomena have been confirmed repeatedly and still need an explanation. In one case, a patient experienced a vivid phantom arm soon after amputation, which is normal, and in a few weeks he developed a peculiar, gnawing sensation in his phantom, which is not normal. He was quite puzzled by the these new sensations and asked his Army doctor about them, but the physician couldn't help. The veteran finally asked, "Whatever happened to my arm after you removed it?" The doctor told him to ask the surgeon.The veteran did just that. The surgeon replied, "Oh, we usually send the limbs to the morgue." The man asked the morgue and asked, "What do you do with amputated arms?" They replied, "We send them either to the incinerator or to pathology. Usually we incinerate them." "Well, what did you do with my arm?" They looked at their records and said, "You know, it's funny. We didn't incinerate it. We sent it to pathology."The man asked the pathology lab. "Where is my arm?" They said, "Well, we had too many arms, so we just buried it in the garden, out behind the hospital."They took him to the garden and showed him where the arm was buried. When he exhumed it, he found it crawling with maggots and exclaimed, "Maybe that's why I'm feeling these bizarre sensations in my arm." He took the limb and incinerated it. His phantom pain disappeared permanently.

There are two points here. One is that the mind, the psyche, this body of feeling and thought and so on, which is peripheral to Who I am, doesn't necessarily vanish at death. The evidence is overwhelming that it may hang around in time.... In any case, it's rather brief, and I would say, at the end of Douglas's shelf life, enough is enough. Let me off being that one.
On the other hand, Who I really am has no future and no past. One is eternal now. One is not in time at all. This is the Timeless. This is what one is.
However, it is the nature of Timelessness to manifest in time, and I suppose the idea of reincarnation has a certain amount of truth in it -- that the One Who I really am is forever incarnating and will continue to do so. But that's all I can say. I'll report further when more evidence comes in!
I think of death very frequently. One has to die daily. The skillful thing is that you put in a lot of homework before you actually find yourself on your deathbed. You'll need it then.
http://www.selfdiscoveryportal.com/gtViews.htm
Douglas Harding

A Gateway To Within

The Listening Attention
In the spiritual search, the quest for true self-definition, we soon come to the realization that our best efforts, and even our very selves, are mechanical and reactive. No matter how subtle or astute our meditation may be, we will never realize nirvana by using yet another facet of samsara. A different level of seeing is needed, a pure awareness that is not itself a product of the world or mind, but primary to the reaction pattern we call ourselves. A looking which is attentive, yet not reactive. A listening which is not affected by circumstance and the constant changes of the mind. Such an attention would lie outside of time and space, beyond circumstance, yet be aware of them as well as itself. Such a Listening Attention would also be directly connected to the formless inner realm of our True Self, and provide a Gateway to Within.

Throwing hot coal

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else.
You are the first to get burnt.And you might miss the person it was intended for.
If you hit him,he might hurl another piece at you,and it goes on endlessly.
What stupidity!

The Grand Canyon Cam

http://www2.nature.nps.gov/air/webcams/parks/grcacam/grcacam.htm

A story of self

'A Story of Self ' - is an animation with a difference. Its purpose is to remind you of a loving connection, a connection that now wishes to embrace you.

http://www.lighteye.freeserve.co.uk/part1.htm

"Art is a means of connectng two worlds, the visible and the invisible, the physical and the spiritual. The area of our consciousness where culture has its roots lies in the uncontrolled mind of every individual: in the moment when it is given space to make a creative leap. Artists, scientists and spiritual masters alike have great respect for that particular faculty of our human potential. It is in the realisation of each individual’s intuitive creativity that everybody would agree with the statement, everyone is an artist." - Louwrien Wijers

Seeds of Love

The more enlightened we are about our future and what to expect, the more we will be able to be in harmony as these things happen. We are children of the one Creator and as such we have opportunities to witness one of the greatest changes this planet has seen. Remember we are eternal. Nothing can harm us. If we do leave our physical bodies we only make the transition, we do not die. Love is eternal. Only love can be taken with us. We can never lose that which we never had in the first place. We are literally "embodiments of love". If we become enlightened through understanding and compassion, before we make this transition, we have served our life's purpose. We will have begun to see the changes which will herald our new world!

Sirian Connections

http://www.sirianrevelations.net/Default3.html

Accelerating human awareness as we prepare for ascension of our sun, our earth and ourselves, lightbearers from the ascended Sirian star, Satais, are committed to helping us achieve the awakening of our light bodies, activation of our dormant DNA strands and a greater understanding of what we can expect as we approach the ascension vortex of our passage into the fourth dimension. They provide the Awakening with a greater understanding of the forces behind the global conspiracy to keep us from realizing our starseed legacy: to assist in the re-birthing of Planet Earth, bring the light of truth to those who are still huddled in the darkness and assist those who intend to serve as healers and guides of the ascension, during the great transformation of all life in our quadrant of the three-dimensional galaxy.

Are you torn in the struggle of darkness and light, anxious about what is transpiring in the global theater – or are you one of the Awakening, clear in your resolve and intent … and committed to personal and planetary healing? Now is the time, starseed, to remember who you are. Now is the time to remember.

learning how not to push buttons

A Bodhisattva does not take "himself" seriously - because he realised he has no self. You can push his buttons all the way- and he stays cool. He takes it in good nature - because he realised his empty nature. In fact, he has no real buttons at all, and he helps others understand they have none too. An unenlightened being takes himself too seriously - as if he has a real self to protect from the rest of the world. You need only gently nudge a button or two - and he loses his cool. He takes it personally - because he had yet to realise non-self.
We are somewhere in between. We are beings trying to realise the ultimate reality, of our ultimate unreality - of us and our buttons. This is cultivating Wisdom. We are trying to be button-free, practising to react less and less easily, by the button-pushing "other" beings. This is cultivating Patience (Forbearance).
And in practising, we push less buttons of others, especially as part of our practice of refraining from reacting from button-pushers pushing our buttons. This is cultivating Morality (Precepts). When we know what buttons pushed bring happiness to other beings, even if it is only a relative happiness (not absolute), we practise pushing them, to bring them happiness, to urge them towards True Happiness. This is cultivating Generosity.
And even if others do not respond to our kindness kindly, time and again, we carry on our practice relentlessly, no matter how hard others' right buttons are to push. This is cultivating Energy (Effort). But at the end of the day, there has to be some inner practice, looking within to realise the selflessness, buttonlessness of all. This is practising Meditation.

Internet Love

Internet Love


You can't smell them
You can't touch them
You cannot feel their emotions
Your mind tells you its real
But it's only an illusion
You've created in your mind
To replace the emptiness
You've always felt
Since you left the one

Scott Taylor
Copyright ©2004 Scott Taylor

Dreaming out loud

Dreaming Out Loud
Give up the life where you felt you were dead
Unflourished egos being drawn from my head
This smoky room has laid dormant too long
A reassurance that I just can't go wrong
A heartbeat tremors from the touch of your hand
The sudden movement that I did not have planned
Fearless is my stare while I'm caught in your eye
A rushing chill from the sound of your sigh
Turn out the silence that holds everything back
No inhibitions while you slowly attack
Just trip and glide while we make the lights dance
We found the moment here to take a new chance
Carnal desires keep us spinning around
Thrown off your guard where we fell to the ground
A whispered plea puts my head in a cloud
You make me feel like I'm dreaming out loud
Gave up the life where I felt I was dead
Finding redemption at the foot of my bed
Embrace the fire
In the passion and pain
We reach a level where there's so much to gain
No rhyme or reason how you've stolen my heartThe world's ending couldn't tear us apart
Lovelorn senses pulled you out of the crowd
You make me feel like I'm dreaming out loud

http://www.joerenzetti.com/main.html

The Astral Plane

The Wretched Victim
I hide in darkness exiled
Haunted by your memories
Holding onto promises
Lost in my time of pain
I’ve made my bed of nails
And sleep alone every night
As the spirits laugh to me inside
Yet you’re still dissatisfied
I live with blindness piercing
Echoes of your distant voice
The weight of waiting for tomorrow
Waiting untill this goes away
I chose my bleak substance
And frighten the ones close to me
As the visions leave me petrified
Yet you’re still dissatisfied
No one hears the cries of sorrow
No one hears the tragedy
Left to die the curtain falls
My existence in you rots away
I curse the hour that brought you to me
An image of what I can’t have
The wretched victim I’ve become
I hope you’re now glad
Withered from eternal mourning
Bleeding in the faceless night
Living the lies and cruelty
Your absence burns inside me
I’ll learn to live without the comfort
Won’t beg for one last encore
The wretched victim I’ve become
But I don’t need you anymore
I don’t need you anymore

http://www.joerenzetti.com/main.html

sacred geometry and crop circles

Dont try these at home kids
http://www.lovely.clara.net/crop_circles_sacredgeo.html

THE ORIGINS OF SACRED GEOMETRY
Our experience and our reaction to all things beautiful is made possible by our unique ability to subconsciously recognize geometric order from transitory chaos. At this level, the perfection inherent in a Greek temple or a painting by Da Vinci is not simply because it is made of a particular material or hue but because the harmonic proportions contained in their design are bound by the laws of sacred geometry, which is itself the embodiment of harmonic waves of energy, melody and universal proportion. What our senses respond to is the geometrical and proportional harmonies and wave forms created through the application of sacred geometry.

My webshots albums

If you care to see pictures..here's my webshots albums
http://community.webshots.com/user/muddnet

Volcano cam

guess what day the big eruption will be?You might be right http://www.fs.fed.us/gpnf/volcanocams/msh/

daily fractal lesson

http://fractalarts.com/ASF/xaos2.mpg

Downtown Seattle webcams

Check out todays weather from Seattle live
http://www.splink.com/seattle/ you can see a plume of smoke and ash off to the right of Mt Reineer and is actually Mt Saint Helens eruption from earlier today!

I got the day off to take care of Nicole..Lets take a virtual trip to the Van Gogh Museum

Do you like art?Ever want to crawl into a painting you liked but didnt know how?You can here.Two of the paintings on the wall are special and let you go inside and even look out at the rest of the world from within that virtual painting.You have to find them though..It's a fun search with some kind of reward for your efforts.
http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/bisrd/top-1-2.html you will have to download it to make the virtual tour work.Did you expect me to do everything?

Too deep?

ok,try lsd and missle silos
http://www.cjonline.com/indepth/missilesilos/

The emerald Tablets

Thoth the atlantian wrote these..its older then dirt.
http://www.chapeltibet.cnchost.com/ct/Tablets.html

List ye, O man, drink of my wisdom. Learn ye the secret that is Master of Time. Learn ye how those ye call Masters are able to remember the lives of the past. Great is the secret yet easy to master, giving to thee the mastery of time. When upon thee death fast approaches, fear not but know ye are master of Death. Relax thy body, resist not with tension. Place in thy heart the flame of thy Soul. Swiftly then sweep it to the seat of the triangle. Hold for a moment, then move to the goal. This, thy goal, is the place between thine eyebrows, the place where the memory of life must hold sway. Hold thou thy flame here in thy brain-seat until the fingers of Death grasp thy Soul. Then as thou pass through the state of transition, surely the memories of life shall pass, too. Then shalt the past be as one with the present. Then shall the memory of all be retained. Free shalt thou be from all retrogression. The things of the past shall live in today.

The book of Enoch

Are these text the hidden bible chapters? you tell me.
http://reluctant-messenger.com/2enoch01-68.htm

Dont Go here alone

Prepare for the wonderful world of larry carlson,a visionary,or else too many acid trips!
www.larrycarlson.com

www.confessionsofaninternetaddict.blogspot.com had to move the blog there

nevermind..Its working again..kicks internet explorer with boots on..That will be an additional blog !Thats right searchers...a bonus..Are you excited now?
http://confessionsofaninternetaddict.blogspot.com/

RAIDER NATION RULES

I better shut up cause the seahawks are kickin ass this year,so far!

Todays free stuff is Fractals

http://www.fignations.com/resources/home.html?page=/resources/frl.html Fractals are computer generated Art made by math computations.Fractals are another name for Mandelbrot sets.Being a Teacher,maybe you have heard of these and similar equations called julia sets?Funny you should ask about them,as I was going to post a link for free fractal programs you can download and try it yourself.Kids are especially interested in this stuff.In nature,scientists always thought the randomness of nature was totally random..Well,this didnt turn out to be the case after Benoit Mandelbrot figgured out a math formula for the randomness in nature.He did this in his sleep one night as mathmatitions could not get the root of a negative number.So he figgured out if he and everyone else assigned a letter for each number,and agreed on the numbers,they could finally use negative numbers in their computations.Doesnt sound like much,but this revelation is changing the way all computer programing will be done in the future,as well as how all electronics will be driven in the future.It takes along time to get from theory to the consumer goods table.Generations in fact.I'm sure you have seen these patterns before online,just didnt know they were fractals. http://fractalarts.com/ASF/Fractal_Links.html

Peace to all

http://www.buddhanet.net/r_audio/metta56.ram

Here's one for you college basketball fans

Another blogger named yoni has this blog and asked if I could pass it on to any college basketball fans so here you go yoni and I hope the music career picks back up!
www.collegeball.blogspot.com

check this one out

www.soldierride.com

My favorite cardsite

This is called "The Secret Place" I hope you enjoy it as much as I have through the years.
http://bemine.com/sp.htm
This woman went online and put together these romantic settings and different sayings.She never went there in person,just collected all the pictures online and put them together.

try this wav

http://is1.websearch.com/_1_2Y9UUVK03TMMF65__websrch.barweb.50016/search/inc/results/web/framed.htm?display-url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.buddhanet.net%2Faudio-chant.htm&qkw=metta%20%2Ewav&nextid=di2:1091588985559&frame=http%3A%2F%2Fclickit.go2net.com%2Fsearch%3Fpos%3D5%26ppos%3D4%26plnks%3D4%26uplnks%3D17%26cat%3Dweb%26cid%3D239170%26site%3Dsrch%26area%3Dsrch.noncomm.inktomi%26shape%3Dtextlink%26cp%3Dwebsrch.barweb.50016%26cluster-click%3D0%26pd%3D0%26coll%3D0%26query%3Dmetta%2B.wav%26rawto%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fwww.buddhanet.net%2Faudio-chant.htm

its late

just wanted to continue my daily blog.Will try to add a cool link daily for those who visit.Call it an awards program. Above is a link for buddhist chants.Scroll down towards the bottom of that page to the metta loving kindness mp3.
Metta is a Pali word meaning loving-kindness. Metta chanting is the radiation of loving-kindness towards all beings: May they all be happy and peaceful. Imee Ooi chants the Pali beautifully. Metta chanting is soothing, uplifting, joyful and a great healing for the world - pervading it with waves of love. Truly, may all beings be happy. May they live always in peace and harmony.

Its a beautiful day!

 

Are you ready for some football?

Tonight its the Philadelphia Eagles against the Vikings of Minnisota.Should be a good game..here's a link to read more www.nfl.com I'm taking the Vikings..and the final score will be 37 -24 Vikings.Testing my esp now.

ok going to my daughters house for family dinner

at least I dont have to cook and clean tonight.

Going to Leah's house for dinner

We get to see the grandson tonight.He's been sick with a cold for a week and a half.I will have to make a new album on webshots to share pics of my first grandchild.My other two daughters are in love with their new nephew and cant get enough of him.Can you say "he's gonna be spoiled?

One week in..

I think I like the blog format at www.roadofanation.com/blog/ better.It shows where new lines have been added to.I'm gonna check it out before we lose interest on the search for new comments.lol

its Friday night,and I just got some money

wow,internet explorer even lets me create the blog pages as netscape would not..all I could post before was the titles,lol.Short and to the point is good anyways.Listening to the doors right now and playing keyboard to it.Was playing guitar to "when the music's over".Anybody else like the Doors still? Cool D you have alot of the same interests as me.

Last night my dad called and told me how proud of me he was!Took 48 years to hear that.Now what am I gonna do with the rest of my life?

 

today was a good day.Yesterday I forgot you go from hero to zero every two hours in our trade depending on where you stop.

 

Give me liberty,or give me bloggers..I just love blogging.I hope you all do too!

 

ever have one of those days you should have never left the house?I mean one day I'm doin 3 mens work then the next day I get replaced by 3 new guys.

 

Todays topic:compulsive forewarding syndrome..

 

Now that dinner is over,I'm on a diet!

 

come here and end my pain

 

We need dessert (and more blogers.)

 

everybody wang-chung tonight...anybody got a good recipe?

16 comments and only 3 recipes.O well,we aint done with this line yet..thats a killer pie lynn.So far you win the weekly award!

Saturdays topic.Tell us about your best friend!

Friends help friends move.Real friends help friends move bodies!

hey where are we?