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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

How much I love you..

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads


*note* Do you remember how we met?.that's the the day I knew you were my pet..I wanna tell you,,how much I love you..
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Riga Kripto(the meaning of the kriptodanny ) Riga Crypto şi lapona Enigel

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* riga kripto translation..there was some poet(it was Ion Barbu..quote from http://www.ici.ro/romania/en/cultura/l_barbu.html " He dies in 1961, August 11, after a hepatic crisis. The next day, the willow tree from the front of his house (8, C. Davilla street), sung but the poet as a saint tree, is tumbled down by a storm. There, at the willow's roots, he'd burried his faithful dogs..."whom said it in romanian..yet I said it in english...you can read some of my poems at http://kriptodanny.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-poems.html
--Riga Kripto -

The forest's story I will tell
Apart from sun,where shadow rooms
About the lapone Enigel
And Kripto,the great king of mushrooms
Enigel,Enigel....very much the sun I fear
Come on,join me Enigel
In fresh sleep,sweet dreams are near..
Riga Kripto,...I'd be merry
The sweet dreams I really crave
But the shadow's really scary
Come to me ,the sunshine's great...
Emerged from shadows towards his love
Riga Kripto wished the best...
But the sun was bright above
Died at once ,in sunshine's nest..
The forest's story I have told
Apart from sun,where shadow rooms
Where Enigel's afraid of cold
And where once lived the king of mushrooms ..


*note* this is a direct translation from a famous romanian poem wrote by someone else(Ion Barbu),named ,,riga kripto,,..I tried my best to translate it in english,the meaning only,the actual poem is very long.
My name,kriptodanny actually was from this poem.I am not aware of anyone whom translated this in english as good as above.
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This is copyright.
Kisses,........translate it as good as I did or better,and I'll love you.

the original verses in Romanian are these..
- Menestrel trist, mai aburit
Ca vinul vechi ciocnit la nuntă,
De cuscrul mare dăruit
Cu pungi, panglici, beteli cu funtă,

Mult -- îndărătnic menestrel,
Un cântec larg tot mai încearcă,
Zi-mi de lapona Enigel
Si Crypto, regele ciupearcă !

Nuntas fruntas !
Ospătul tău limba mi-a fript-o,
Dar cântecul, tot zice-l-as,
Cu Enigel si riga Crypto.

-- Zi-l, menestrel !
Cu foc l-ai zis acum o vară ;
Azi zi-mi-l stins, încetinel,
La spartul nuntii, în cămară.

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Des cercetat de pădureti
În pat de râu si-în humă unsă,
Împărătea peste bureti
Crai Crypto, inimă ascunsă,

La vecinic tron, de rouă parcă !
-- Dar printre ei bârfeau buretii
De-o vrăjitoare minătarcă,
De la fântâna tineretii.

Si răi ghioci si toporasi
Din gropi ieseau să-l ocărască,
Sterp îl făceau si nărăvas,
Că nu vroia să înflorească.

În tări de ghiată urgisită,
Pe acelasi timp trăia cu el,
Lapona mică, linistită,
Cu piei ; pre nume -- Enigel.

De la iernat, la păsunat,
În noul an, să-si duca renii,
Prin aer ud, tot mai la sud,
Ea poposi pe muschiul crud
La Crypto, mirele poienii.

Pe trei covoare de răcoare
Lin adormi, torcând verdeata,
Când lângă sân, un rigă spân,
Cu eunucul lui bătrân,
Veni s-o-imbie cu dulceată :

-- Enigel, Enigel,
Ti-am adus dulceată, iacă,
Uite fragi, tie dragi
Ia-i si toarnă-i in puiacă.

-- Rigă spân, de la sân.
Multumesc Dumitale.
Eu mă duc să culeg
Fragii fragezi, mai la vale.

-- Enigel, Enigel,
Scade noaptea, ies lumine,
Dacă pleci să culegi,
Incepi rogu-te cu mine.

-- Te-as culege, rigă blând...
Zorile încep să joace
Si esti umed si plăpând :
Teama mi-e, te frângi curând,
Lasă. -- Asteaptă de te coace.

-- Să mă coc, Enigel,
Mult as vrea, dar, vezi, de soare,
Visuri sute, de măcel,
Mă despart. E rosu, mare,
Pete are fel de fel ;
Lasă-l, uită-l Enigel,
În somn fraged si răcoare.

-- Rigă Crypto, rigă Crypto,
Ca o lamă de blestem
Vorba-în inimă-ai înfipt-o !
Eu de umbră mult mă tem,

Că dacă în iarnă sunt făcută,
Ursul alb mi-e vărul drept,
Din umbra deasă, desfăcută,
Mă-închin la soarele-întelept.

La lămpi de ghiată, supt zăpezi,
Tot polul meu un vis visează.
Greu taler scump, cu margini verzi,
De aur, visu-i cercetează.

Mă-închin la soarele-întelept,
Că sufletu-i fântână-în piept
Si roata alba mi-e stăpână
Ce zace-în sufletul-fântână.

La soare, roata se măreste,
La umbră, numai carnea creste
Si somn e carnea, se desumflă,
-- Dar vânt si umbră iar o umflă...

Frumos vorbi si subtirel
Lapona dreaptă, Enigel.
Dar timpul, vezi, nu adăsta,
Iar soarele acuma sta
Svârlit in sus, ca un inel.

-- Plângi, prea cuminte Enigel !
Lui Crypto, regele ciupearcă,
Lumina iute cum să-i placă ?
El se desface usurel !
De Enigel.
De partea umbrei moi să treacă...

Dar soarele, aprins inel,
Se oglindi adânc în el ;
De zece ori, fără sfială,
Se oglindi in pielea-i chială ;

Si sucul dulce inăcreste !
Ascunsa-i inimă plesneste,
Spre zece vii peceti de semn,
Venin si rosu untdelemn
Mustesc din funduri de blestem ;

Că-i greu mult soare să îndure
Ciupearcă crudă de pădure,
Că sufletul nu e fântână
Decât la om, fiară bătrână,
Iar la făptură mai firavă
Pahar e gândul cu otravă.

-- Ca la nebunul rigă Crypto,
Ce focul inima i-a fript-o,
De a rămas să rătăcească
Cu alta fată mai crăiască :

Cu Laurul-Balaurul
Să toarne-în lume aurul,
Să-l toace, gol la drum să iasă.
Cu măsălarită-mireasă,
Să-i tie de împărăteasă.



For you, moo will be your mantra:)

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* from the Wanderling site quote"
PRESENTED BY:
the Wanderling

A monk once asked master Chao-chou, "Does a dog have Buddha-nature or not?"

Chao-chou said, "Mu""
no further comments...but looks like this cow loves to Mu (Moo..)..but this is one crazy cow if she thinks that chanting ,,mooooooo,,..will get her enlightened...this is available for humans too...
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Once upon a time in a land far away lived a poor uneducated, mentally challenged man who tended a herd of cows for his master. He happened upon a meditation teacher and was very taken with his calm, loving, gentle and happy nature. He decided he wanted to know that experience first hand.

And so he went to the teacher and begged him to teach him a way to achieve the inner peace that radiated so obviously from the teacher. The teacher accepted him as his student but quickly found that the man couldn’t understand any of the philosophical points he was making and as a matter of fact couldn’t even remember the Mantra "OM" when he tried to teach it to him.

The teacher lovingly said, "My oh my, you don’t seem to know anything at all, can’t be taught, and can’t remember anything. You are devoted and sincere in your desire to gain happiness though, so I will try to help you. My son, what do you know?" The man said, "Oh great teacher, the only thing I know is cows. All my life I’ve spent caring for cows, making sure they graze, are milked, and are kept clean. Yes, for me, everything is cows." "Well, that’s alright," said the teacher, "then you know what sound the cows make." "Oh yes," said the man, "they say moo." "Very well then," said the teacher, "for you, moo will be your mantra.

All you have to do is say moo continually and you will reach freedom from suffering and know real bliss." So the man chanted moo, moo, moo when he took the cows out to graze and he chanted moo, moo, moo when he milked them, and he chanted moo, moo, moo when he cleaned them. He chanted moo all the time and very soon merged with that vibration, which is Om backward, and reached the highest heights of joyous understanding and lived happily ever after.

Monday, September 28, 2009

The evil alien tomato?

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* Behold!...the evil alien tomatoes are taking over the world...see that little guy watching you?..eghh?
Taken from http://www.coasttocoastam.com/ site.
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Alien Tomato

I was looking out my window and saw an alien-like face in my tomatoes!! So I thought that I would take a picture of it for the C2C listeners !

--Linda Graham

The contrasting lives of two famous teachers

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note*Vernon cracks hard on Confucius's style...hehehe..I love it...quote"

The Taoist’s Answer: If you are inwardly free from fighting no one will be able to fight with you."

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Taoism & Lao-tse

Art by Ruth Rand

Especially valuable in today’s hectic world, learning to flow with life heals stress and tension. In Pathways to Perfect Living Vernon Howard writes:


“The contrasting lives of two famous teachers show the difference between Forced Living and Easy Flow.


“Confucius was an advocate of correct public behavior. He taught good manners, social reform, and submission to man-made moral codes. He offered shallow formulas for getting through life, admitting that his platitudes were borrowed from other men. The inner life of cosmic peace was unknown to Confucius; he himself was a victim of Forced Living.


“Lao-Tse was the exact opposite. He cared nothing for the public parading of self-proclaimed virtues. He pointed out that human rules of conduct do not make men truly moral; to the contrary, they supply clever masks for hypocrisy and cruelty. As for living by popular slogans, they create mass misery and national neurosis. Lao-Tse stressed individual effort toward personal freedom, teaching that happiness lies in a spontaneous outflowing of one’s natural self. Lao-tse was himself a living example of Easy Flow.


“Confucius was in his thirties when he visited Lao-tse, then a sage in his eighties. We might picture what the wise man said to the young inquirer. For one thing, Lao-tse might have pointed out that human reformers never seek justice for their followers; they wish only to grasp the power of injustice for themselves. He might also have said that a formal education does not mean intelligence, for true intelligence is to live within the spontaneous rhythm of life, without cunning and deceit, and with sanity and naturalness.” — Vernon Howard



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An imaginary interview between a modern day truth seeker and a wise Taoist (actual quotes from Taoist literature):
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Q: May I have a basic principle of guidance for avoiding problems with relatives?


The Taoist’s Answer: Take precautions before the evil appears; regulate things before disorder has begun.


Q: How does an understanding of cosmic principles, like those taught by the mystics, help us in our human affairs?


A: He who knows the Tao is sure to be well acquainted with the principles that appear in the procedures of things. Acquainted with those principles, he is sure to understand how to regulate his actions in all kinds of circumstances. Having that understanding, he will not allow things to injure him.


Q: I am especially interested in understanding how inward victory expands itself to outward triumph. May I have a thought on this?


The Taoist’s Answer: If you are inwardly free from fighting no one will be able to fight with you.


Q: I have heard the teaching about artificiality being the enemy of freedom. Will you please explain it?


A: Horses and oxen have four feet. That is natural. Place a halter on the head of a horse, or a rope through the nose of an ox. This is unnatural.


Q: Is there a way to maintain peace of mind in spite of exterior changes and disappointments?


A: Resign yourself to the sequence of things, forgetting the changes of life, and you shall enter into the pure, the divine, the One.


Q: That resembles the New Testament idea that we must first lose ourselves in order to find ourselves. It seems paradoxical.


The Taoist’s Answer: The truest sayings are paradoxical.


Q: Will you please supply an example of a practical esoteric truth which needs our sincere study in order to make its value our own value?


The Taoist’s Answer: Without going out of doors, one may know the whole world; without looking out of the window, one may see the way of heaven. The further one travels, the less one may know. Thus it is that without moving you may know; without looking you may see; without doing you shall succeed


Q: But this seems to call for immense wisdom. The only thing I know is that I do not know!


The Taoist’s Answer: The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.


Q: Is it true that human beings actually live, work, play, marry, pass laws, fight wars — all in a state of psychic sleep?


The Taoist’s Answer: While they dream, they do not know that they are dreaming.


Q: Can you provide an example of how a free and spontaneous mind rolls forward?


The Taoist’s Answer: Perfect kindness acts without thinking of kindness.


Q: If I were to follow the example of men who have achieved steadfast confidence, what would I do?


The Taoist’s Answer: Use the light that is in you to recover your natural clearness of sight.


Q: It is only a small stream of insight at the present time, but I do see the absolute necessity for building my life upon spiritual and psychological foundations.


A: To see small beginnings is clearness of sight.


Q: By what method does a mystic master keep himself in strong and spontaneous activity?


The Taoist’s Answer: The sage attends to the inner, and not to the outer.


Q: I am puzzled by the esoteric teaching about inaction. The mystics state that the right kind of inaction is authentic action which transforms everything into its naturally healthy condition. But how can doing nothing produce something?


A: Who is there who can make muddy waters clear? But if allowed to remain still, it will gradually clear itself?


Q: In other words, self-change makes everything else all right?


The Taoist’s Answer: The partial becomes whole, the crooked becomes straight, the empty becomes full, the worn out becomes new. Who is there who can make muddy waters clear? But if allowed to remain still, it will gradually clear itself?


Q: I have the bad habit of trying to force people and events to conform to my personal wishes, which usually backfires against me. What esoteric lesson can help me blend with events, instead of fighting them?


A: Leave all things to take their natural course, and do not interfere.


Q: I still do not see how anything real can be achieved without effort?


The Taoist’s Answer: It is the Way of Heaven not to strive, and yet it knows how to overcome; not to speak, and yet it knows how to win a response

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Kusa Hibari:)

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* amazing story about Kusa Hibari(a beautiful cricket) from Lafcadio Hearne...quote"But always at sunset the infinitesimal soul of him awakens: then the room begins to fill with a delicate and ghostly music of indescribable sweetness - a thin, silvery rippling and trilling as of tiniest electric bells. As the darkness deepens, the sound becomes sweeter - sometimes swelling till the whole house seems to vibrate with the elfish resonance - sometimes thinning down into the faintest imaginable thread of a voice. But loud or low, it keeps a penetrating quality that is weird... All night the atomy thus sings: he ceases only when the temple bell proclaims the hour of dawn."
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His cage is exactly two Japanese inches high and one inch and a half wide: its tiny wooden door, turning upon a pivot, will scarcely admit the tip of my little finger. But he has plenty of room in that cage - room to walk, and jump, and fly, for he is so small that you must look very carefully through the brown-gauze sides of it in order to catch a glimpse of him. I have always to turn the cage round and round, several times, in a good light, before I can discover his whereabouts, and then I usually find him resting in one of the upper corners - clinging, upside down, to his ceiling of gauze.

Imagine a cricket about the size of an ordinary mosquito - with a pair of antennae much longer than his own body, and so fine that you can distinguish them only against the light. Kusa-Hibari, or 'Grass-Lark' is the Japanese name of him; and he is worth in the market exactly twelve cents: that is to say, very much more than his weight in gold. Twelve cents for such a gnat-like thing! ... By day he sleeps or meditates, except while occupied with the slice of fresh eggplant or cucumber which must be poked into his cage every morning... to keep him clean and well fed is somewhat troublesome: could you see him, you would think it absurd to take any pains for the sake of a creature so ridiculously small.


But always at sunset the infinitesimal soul of him awakens: then the room begins to fill with a delicate and ghostly music of indescribable sweetness - a thin, silvery rippling and trilling as of tiniest electric bells. As the darkness deepens, the sound becomes sweeter - sometimes swelling till the whole house seems to vibrate with the elfish resonance - sometimes thinning down into the faintest imaginable thread of a voice. But loud or low, it keeps a penetrating quality that is weird... All night the atomy thus sings: he ceases only when the temple bell proclaims the hour of dawn.


Now this tiny song is a song of love - vague love of the unseen and unknown. It is quite impossible that he should ever have seen or known, in this present existence of his. Not even his ancestors, for many generations back, could have known anything of the night-life of the fields, or the amorous value of song.

They were born of eggs hatched in a jar of clay, in the shop of some insect-merchant: and they dwelt thereafter only in cages. But he sings the song of his race as it was sung a myriad years ago, and as faultlessly as if he understood the exact significance of every note. Of course he did not learn the song. It is a song of organic memory - deep, dim memory of other quintillions of lives, when the ghost of him shrilled at night from the dewy grasses of the hills. Then that song brought him love - and death. He has forgotten all about death: but he remembers the love. And therefore he sings now - for the bride that will never come.


So that his longing is unconsciously retrospective: he cries to the dust of the past - he calls to the silence and the gods for the return of time... Human lovers do very much the same thing without knowing it. They call their illusion an Ideal: and their phantom of organic memory. The living present has very little to do with it... Perhaps this atom also has an ideal, or at least the rudiment of an ideal; but, in any event, the tiny desire must utter its plaint in vain.


The fault is not altogether mine. I had been warned that if the creature were mated, he would cease to sing and would speedily die. But night after night, the plaintive, sweet, unanswered trilling touched me like a reproach - became at last an obsession, an affliction, a torment of conscience; and I tried to buy a female. It was too late in the season; there were no more kusa-hibari for sale, - either males or females. The insect-merchant laughed and said, 'He ought to have died about the twentieth day of the ninth month.' (It was already the second day of the tenth month.) But the insect-merchant did not know that I have a good stove in my study, and keep the temperature at above 75 degrees F. Wherefore my grass-lark still sings at the close of the eleventh month, and I hope to keep him alive until the Period of Greatest Cold. However, the rest of his generation are probably dead: neither for love nor money could I now find him a mate. And were I to set him free in order that he might make the search for himself, he could not possibly live through a single night, even if fortunate enough to escape by day the multitude of his natural enemies in the garden - ants, centipedes, and ghastly earth-spiders.


Last evening - the twenty-ninth of the eleventh month - an odd feeling came to me as I sat at my desk: a sense of emptiness in the room. Then I became aware that my grass-lark was silent, contrary to his wont. I went to the silent cage, and found him lying dead beside a dried-up lump of egg-plant as gray and hard as a stone. Evidently he had not been fed for three or four days; but only the night before his death he had been singing wonderfully - so that I foolishly imagined him to be more than usually contented. My student, Aki, who loves insects, used to feed him; but Aki had gone into the country for a week's holiday, and the duty of caring for the grass-lark had devolved upon Hana, the housemaid. She is not sympathetic, Hana the housemaid. She says that she did not forget the mite - but there was no more eggplant, and she dutifully expressed contrition. But the fairy-music had stopped: and the stillness reproaches; and the room is cold, in spite of the stove.


Absurd!... I have made a good girl unhappy because of an insect half the size of a barley-grain! The quenching of that infinitesimal life troubled me more than I could have believed possible... Of course, the mere habit of thinking about a creature's wants - even the wants of a cricket - may create, by insensible degrees, an imaginative interest, an attachment of which one becomes conscious only when the relation is broken. Besides, I had felt so much, in the hush of the night, the charm of the delicate voice - telling of one minute existence dependent upon my will and selfish pleasure, as upon the favour of a god - telling me also that the atom of ghost in the tiny cage, and the atom of ghost within myself, were forever but one and the same in the deeps of the Vast of being... And then to think of the little creature hungering and thirsting, night after night and day after day, while the thoughts of his guardian deity were turned to the weaving of dreams! How bravely, nevertheless, he sang on to the very end - an atrocious end, for he had eaten his own legs!.. May the gods forgive us all - especially Hana the housemaid!

Yet, after all, to devour one's own legs for hunger is not the worst that can happen to a being cursed with the gift of song. There are human crickets who must eat their own hearts in order to sing.

Friday, September 25, 2009

The Friend

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* beautiful poem from Lalla http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lalleshwari ..Lalleshwari (लल्लेश्वरी) (1320 – 1392) also known as Lalla or Lal Ded [1][2] was a Hindu saint-poetess and a mystic of the Kashmiri Shaivite sect.
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from Lalla: Naked Song, translated by Coleman Barks

-Searching for The Friend -

I
wearied myself searching for The Friend

with efforts beyond my strength.


I came to the door and saw how
powerfully the locks were bolted.


And the longing in me became that strong,
and then I saw that I was gazing
from within the presence.


With that waiting, and in giving up all trying,
only then did Lalla flow out
from where I knelt.


- Lalla


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Beyond The Wolf and the Lamb

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* nice interview with Guy Finley quote"Finally, the works of Guy Finley teach that the "know thyself" of Socrates is the royal path towards a happy life. "The human being is the fruit of the marriage between shadow and light," he declares. "We are the wolf as well as the lamb." Awareness of these two opposites -- without pushing anything away -- is therefore the key, because awareness of the wolf and the lamb expands beyond the states of the wolf and the lamb; because this awareness holds within it the seed of the unchangeable, which is our true nature." "Light doesn't change," concludes Guy Finley. "Everything passes through light." Outside night has fallen. The moon begins its ascent in the clear sky. Some geese are still squawking. It is almost quiet.We are eagles that have been conditioned to think that we are cuckoo birds. The proof of that is that we would never feel this feeling of dissatisfaction that we experience by being caged if our deeper nature were not to fly and be free."
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Beyond The Wolf and the Lamb:
The Art of Letting Go

"The only mistake that we can make as human beings is to be asleep, unaware of ourselves," states American author Guy Finley." Given that our lack of awareness is at the root of all our problems, our only solution lies in an increasingly sharpened perception of what we are." In his latest book, entitled To Tell the Truth: Inner Life Lessons on Love, Lies and Pitfalls Along the Path, Guy Finley explores the pathways leading to internal freedom.


I met Guy Finley via telephone on the first day of spring. Flocks of snow geese and Canada geese had just congregated in the fields around the house, and I could hear the piercing cries coming from thousands of feathered throats - a pleasant moment that I shared with Guy before beginning the interview. Our conversation would be colored by these voices heralding the season to come.


Speaking of voices, Guy Finley's is warm, vibrant, passionate. My impression is that I have a young man on the other end of the line. His books, of which several have become best-sellers (The Secret of Letting Go, Freedom from the Ties that Bind, and The Secret Way of Wonder), are a testimony however to great experience in life. In fact, from a very young age, Guy Finley was confronted with certain troubling contradictions in American society. Born to wealthy, famous parents, his friends were the kids of stars often having serious problems with alcohol and drugs - Dean Martin, Lucille Ball and Liza Minelli - among others. The young Guy learned very quickly that money and fame do not necessarily accompany happiness. "My father (Larry Finley) was the pioneer of the talk shows we know today, before Johnny Carson. Time Magazine named him ‘Man of the Decade' during the fifties. I remember watching a Christmas parade when I was five years old, seated on Jayne Mansfield's lap. She was a gorgeous and famous woman, yet her breath reeked of alcohol! I had everything that society taught me to be the source of happiness, yet I was unhappy."


Guy Finley's career quickly turned to music. Star musician/composer at twenty years old, he signed contracts as a rock singer, composed music for films and television, and worked with Neil Diamond for several years. Above all, he asked himself questions: How is it that at the moment where we arrive at the peak, an event takes place -- a death or a failure -- that turns us upside down and lands us at the bottom of the heap, having to begin all over again?


So he set out to find answers elsewhere. He traveled extensively in India and other parts of the Far East and then worked for many years with author and Christian mystic, Vernon Howard (The Mystic Path to Cosmic Power, The Power of the Supermind), who would have a profound influence on him. It was Vernon Howard who, just before his death, encouraged Guy to write his first book. "Writing is a natural extension of my work as a composer. I wrote music and lyrics. It was nothing but a tiny step to take from composing a song to creating a book," explains the pleasing, serious voice.


But such books! The sales of The Secret of Letting Go (Lâcher Prise in French) surpassed 60,000 copies in Québec alone. This book, as well as all the others, was translated into several languages. The work of Guy Finley on letting go indeed seems to have answered a real need for inner transformation. Is it then so difficult to let go that one needs a set of instructions? "It's not that it's difficult to let go. If your house is on fire, you don't ask yourself if you should get out of it immediately, do you? My books discuss the way in which a person awakens to his internal experience so that he can discover the nature of experience and the nature of the being that is experiencing it." According to Guy Finley, each human being possesses the ability to grow, to become better, more loving, and more wise. It is the relationships that we engage in with others that give us the opportunity to discover these places within ourselves where we have accepted limitations. So letting go also means dropping our sense of limitation.


Is the human being really limitless? Or is it more just an ego trip born out of the abuse of illicit substances? There is nothing limitless about waiting for a paycheck in order to pay past-due rent, nor about waiting in line at the supermarket! "If you put one of these magnificent geese in a cage, it would still be a goose -- of course -- but it would no longer be a real goose, right? It would not be obeying its true nature, which is to fly high and far and migrate with the seasons. It's the same thing for us. We are eagles that have been conditioned to think that we are cuckoo birds. The proof of that is that we would never feel this feeling of dissatisfaction that we experience by being caged if our deeper nature were not to fly and be free." Seated in the pinkish light of the waning day, telephone in hand, I watch a bird of prey serenely gliding above a hillside. Pictures of disheveled birds and noisy clocks (cuckoo! cuckoo!) superimpose themselves on one another. I think I am beginning to understand"


Well and good, but is he letting go? "Real letting go requires being aware, being totally present to what we are," explains the American author. "No truly conscious human being sabotages himself - it's impossible, because it's contrary to Nature. If I'm aware that what I'm doing is harmful to me, I change my behavior immediately." Guy gives the example of servitude. "Most normal human beings dislike those who bow and scrape before them. We abhor that because the person doing it is showing weakness. On the other hand, when we are slavish, we don't perceive ourselves as showing weakness. We think that we are acting in a wise and even strong way! This proves that we are asleep to ourselves when we act in this manner, because we would not act this way if we knew it was harmful to us." Therefore, it is profound awareness that should be our guide.


And you, Mr. Finley, what do you do when you feel a powerful emotion? "The rule is never to repress a negative emotion and never to express it. When I feel a negative emotion, I don't push it away and I don't give it life. I bring it under the light of awareness, and this allows me to see that that state is my state, that it hurts me and that it proves its origin is within me, even though this feeling wants to make me believe that someone else made me feel it." He goes on to assert that to hold another person responsible for what we feel is equivalent to blaming our shoes for being laced too tightly. According to him, the cause of our greatest sufferings is identification with something outside of us that is therefore necessarily transitory -- be it a relationship, a house, or a financial investment. "If I am identified with my relationship, with my house, or with my money, I am doomed to suffer."


The sun is setting behind the darkened trunks of trees. The geese begin to bury their beaks into their feathers. The sky tips into gold, then into shadow as Guy explains that we are our experience. Each successive event of our life is there to remind us that we have invited it into our lives. "When we realize that - that my experience begins in me - we then have solid ground from which we can do the work which transforms us. Given that we are no longer blaming whatever or whomever, we no longer feel ourselves to be the victims of situations; we work with our most intimate self, where the problem and the solution co-exist."


Suddenly I hear a laugh at the other end of the phone line; "One of the most important rules for me is: Don't ever defend myself. If we could put this one principle into practice, how much more simple life would be!" Don't ever defend yourself? "Yes, because that which is true needs no defense and that which is false cannot be defended. If I defend myself, it's because something in me was provoked. In other words, if the irascible attitude of my boss makes me angry, that anger already existed within me. So the only way for me to become aware of this anger seated in me is to not identify myself with it.


If I give it my voice, I then become the very thing that I condemn in my boss! To be unaware is to condemn oneself to being a barometer that rises and falls according to the outside temperature." This is really the first time in my life that I see myself as a barometer" I imagine myself treating my boss according to a barometer! Amusing idea that contains an explosive cocktail of anger, rebellion, fear, and helplessness. This cocktail I should neither drink nor hurl in his face, but be aware of it. It will dissipate on its own, because it's the awareness of my state that gives rise to the ending of my alignment with that state. If I repress it by believing to know it, I am only lying to myself and I learn nothing from the situation, as opposed to being a conscious person that integrates each learning experience.


According to Guy Finley, the fundamental question that all human beings should ask themselves is: "What do I want to do, in this moment, in relationship to myself?" This question pushes him to continue writing (he is currently working on five books at once), because awareness is always enlarging, and writing makes him more aware of himself. It is yet the fruit of his own experience that he shares in his latest work. To Tell the Truth: Love, Lies and Pitfalls Along the Path contains fourteen chapters, each one addressing a certain aspect of human life: "Breaking Out of Self-Punishing Patterns," "The Nature of Success," "Lessons in Love," etc. It is a practical work aimed once more at self-discovery, self-understanding, and self-knowledge.


Finally, the works of Guy Finley teach that the "know thyself" of Socrates is the royal path towards a happy life. "The human being is the fruit of the marriage between shadow and light," he declares. "We are the wolf as well as the lamb." Awareness of these two opposites -- without pushing anything away -- is therefore the key, because awareness of the wolf and the lamb expands beyond the states of the wolf and the lamb; because this awareness holds within it the seed of the unchangeable, which is our true nature." "Light doesn't change," concludes Guy Finley. "Everything passes through light." Outside night has fallen. The moon begins its ascent in the clear sky. Some geese are still squawking. It is almost quiet.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

If you survive me....you can survive anyone else.

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* do YOU THINK I am here to be nice to you?
I am here for the truth.
I am not for you.
I am here to distroy you,everything you hold dear.
I am here to show you the eternal life.
I am here with a stick,ready for your nose.
I do not NEED to be nice,since it's my nature to be nice..yet..I can be looking like this guy,named Bodhidharma ...as I always SAID to people..if you survive me,you CAN survive anyone alive.
For I am the beginning and the end,and everything...and so YOU are,pilgrim.
And so YOU are....
MY love will be always with you,Pilgrim...kisses
-added by danny-

The mountain of love

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* this is one sweet,beautiful song...for the Love Mountain..from the natives of Peru..,all the love for all the mountains...the rest is silence.
-added by danny-
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Interviews with Bruce(You can reinvent your life)

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* marvelous interviews...I present you the Magical Mem-brains one from Bruce Lipton...quote"My sense of humor has saved me. Years ago, after my divorce, I fell deeply in love with a woman and one day she said, “I think I need some space,” and what seemed like 10 minutes later, she moved in with a cardiac surgeon. I pined away for nearly a year. I’d come home from work and just be alone and have this imaginary conversation with Barbara. I missed her all the time. Then one night, I was alone in my dark living room in the typical cold, grey Wisconsin winter and missing Barbara and I yelled out, “Just leave me alone, Barbara!” And all of a sudden the pure absurd humor of it struck me. I said to myself, “Well, she has left you alone and that’s the problem.” The next time I started missing Barbara I thought about the absurd humor of it, and I started laughing.
Humor has had the same impact on the rest of my life. In a very similar way, I was berating myself one day for not being good enough. And right in the middle of all my negative self-talk it was as if a voice offstage said, “Isn’t there anything more fun to do than this?” It was like I was in a stand-up comedy routine and I laughed out loud then and there. I’d been willingly engaging in “not-good-enough” programming from my subconscious, and there was something different I could do and I did it right then. I went to a movie. And the next time I got into a negative spiral of self-talk, the humor struck me again, and it just transcended my self-talk. That laughter was almost like a switch. Eventually, over time, the negative self-talk just stopped"
-added by danny-
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Magical
Mem-brains?
Cell biologist Bruce Lipton says our lives are not ruled by our genes but by our cell membranes — which respond to our thoughts. Has he found the key to mind–body healing? Listen to his remarkable conversation with veteran science writer Jill Neimark.
The mystic healer Edgar Cayce once said, “Remember that thoughts are things, and as their currents run, they can become crimes or miracles.” Now cell biologist Bruce Lipton, formerly at University of Wisconsin and Stanford medical schools, suggests that Cayce was right. Lipton, author of Biology of Belief: Unleashing the Power of Consciousness, Matter, & Miracles, contends that our thoughts can activate changes in the activity of the cell membrane, and thus alter our health and life.
Genes, proteins, and hormones all are players at the gates of the cell’s membrane, says Lipton, where consciousness and matter interact. In fact, he states bluntly that by changing our subconscious programming we can influence membrane function, and therefore, “We are not victims of our genes, but masters of our fate.”
Though Lipton may be reaching too far in some of his claims, his book has sparked interest not only from hypnotherapists and energy healers, but from cell biologists working on cancer at places like the University of Illinois at Chicago, where researchers have already published findings consistent with his emphasis on the cell membrane.
—Jill Neimark(JN)


JN: Early in your book, you describe a kind of eureka! insight where you realize that the cell membrane is the equivalent of each cell’s brain. Later in your book, you write that interacting with the cell membrane will enable us to change our lives, health, maybe even the activity of our genes. By changing our deepest beliefs, you say, we can change the signals reaching the cell membrane, and thus our entire bodies from the cellular level on up. But before we get into all that, “brain” is a loaded word. What exactly do you mean by brain when you speak of the “magical mem-brain”?


BL(Bruce Lipton): I mean the cell membrane functions as the active intelligence of the cell. At any given time, every cell membrane contains hundreds of thousands of switches, and the behavior of a cell can only be understood by considering the activities of all the switches. So I asked myself, Where does the cascade of activity for a cell start? And it starts at the membrane. In contrast, genes are remarkable molecules, but they are only blueprints that are activated by signals from the cell membrane. Genes are not our fate. Of course, a very small percentage of people actually arrived on this planet with defective genes, and in those rare cases the blueprint itself is inappropriate.
JN: Scientists have long known that genes are influenced by signals from their environment. There is the famous book The Beak of the Finch, which shows us that evolution is happening right before our eyes in just a few generations of birds on the Galapagos Islands. The length of the finch beak changes according to climate change, which affects the type of seeds that grow on the island and the type of beak a finch needs. So haven’t we known for a while that genes are flexible and responsive?


BL: I fully agree and do say in my book that if you’re a leading-edge scientist, this will not be news. But if you ask the average person on the street what controls life, they will tell you genes control life. It was Nobel Prize winner Francis Crick who suggested that genes are both the blueprint for the body’s proteins and that DNA controls its own replication. The first is true but the second is not. Genes are indeed blueprints. But a gene cannot cause or control its own expression. It is not self-regulatory. If genes don’t control life, then what is in charge of life? I say it’s the cell membrane. This is the “brain” equivalent. The membrane is the physical structure that interfaces internal “self” and external “not-self.” It is an interface that dynamically reads and interprets environmental cues and responds by generating signals that enable the cell to function and survive. And science supports this. One of the remarkable studies I mention in my book shows that a cell whose nucleus — with all its genes — is removed will keep functioning for as long as a month! This was a shock to me at rst, since I was trained as a nucleus-centered biologist as surely as Copernicus was trained as an Earth-centered astronomer. It was truly a jolt when I realized the nucleus does not program the cell. On the other hand, if the cell membrane is damaged, the cell will immediately become dysfunctional and, frequently, die very quickly.


JN: You sent me a very interesting article on stem cells from Nature, which you jokingly titled, “It’s the stem cells, stupid!” It describes how the body is like an ecosystem, and the activity of a cell depends on its ecological niche, or where it lives. Stem cells, which are the subject of so much hope and controversy today, are influenced by their environment to become a neuron or a blood cell or any other kind of cell. But all this fascinating new research actually reinforces my view that every molecule of the body is intelligent in its own way. Genes, receptors, stem cells, hormones, all are key players and intelligent. The synergy of our minds and bodies seems more like an Escher painting to me, where the beginning loops around to the end and around again to the beginning. I think you are overemphasizing the membrane. Just out of curiosity, how do you think life began — do you think it began with RNA, DNA, cell membranes, or something else?


BL: I think the membrane was a very important part of the beginning of biological life. If I take fats called phospholipids and shake them up in water, they spontaneously form membranes. And these membranes undergo fission — in other words, they separate into two. They seem to “grow” like cells. Now, lipids are nothing but a container, and that’s not life itself. But once we have a container we can define inside and outside and start to regulate the conditions inside. The ability to regulate our internal domain is required for life, since we must have very specific environmental conditions for certain biochemical responses. For instance, a cell needs to maintain a certain pH and salt balance. I believe that when ancient RNA and other proteins in the primeval soup became encapsulated within membranes, we had a breeding ground for life.


JN: You state that we’re mostly controlled by subconscious programming, and that if we can change this programming, we can actually change the signals the membrane sends into the cell. First, how are you defining subconscious? A lot of work has been done in recent years showing which specific brain structures are involved in states like fear, compassion, or the peaceful cosmic consciousness felt by
experienced meditators. Are you using subconscious as a metaphor like Freud did, or are you referring to particular places in the brain?


BL: By conscious mind, I mean the part of the brain that is self-reflective and self-observing, which is governed by the more recently evolved prefrontal cortex of the brain. By subconscious, I mean the part of the brain that is more ancient and doesn’t necessarily require conscious attention. It’s the programmable “hard drive” into which our life experiences are downloaded. The programs are fundamentally hardwired stimulus-response behaviors. This is so automatic that people often refer to the fact that somebody has “pushed their buttons” — leading to an instinctive response.


JN: How does subconscious programming influence the cell membrane?


BL: When I have a thought, my mind sends out signals, in the form of growth factors, hormones, or other chemicals. Thoughts can also initiate rapid oscillations of nerve cells in unison, which creates a kind of field effect that influences other cells and neurons almost instantaneously. Now, what’s interesting, and what I found out in my research at Stanford, is that your brain can veto what’s going on in other places in your body. The signals sent out by your central nervous system actually override the function of cell membrane receptors that are responding to signals in their immediate environment. That means the brain can ultimately control the activity of tissues and organs. I believe that the most powerful information processing by the brain is in the domain of the subconscious and that it can shape tissue responses. These signals can actually influence the membrane to engage selected genes that then actively respond.
When part of the brain senses stress, for example, it initiates a complex signal cascade that directs the body’s cells to launch a protection response, particularly through a stress hormone called cortisol.


Now, let’s look at what happens to, say, a typical liver cell, which has receptors on its membrane that bind to cortisol. When it does this, the membrane sends information to the genes inside the nucleus of the cell to shut down their ability to break down a form of sugar called glycogen. The genes stop doing this, and extra sugar is released into the blood. That sugar is used as energy to counter the stress. This cascade could have been started by a real stress, or by a belief that causes stress even if it is a misperception.


I actually think this system explains how the placebo effect works. And a recent article on the placebo effect on pain in the Journal of Neuroscience confirms this. When researchers used sophisticated imaging of the brain, they found that placebos that were believed to quench pain activated parts of the brain that directly affected opioid membrane receptors. That’s how a “belief” results in the chemical cascade that results in the placebo effect — and in this case, a reduction in pain. For hundreds of years we’ve been discussing the mind–body duality. What I’m proposing is a mechanism for its power.


JN: The description is fascinating and makes sense, but I think our frameworks are very different. I still don’t see a top-down hierarchy from the brain to the membrane. I see us as a web that has no weaver, that weaves itself, and the act of weaving is us. Nobody has yet explained how physical processes give rise to conscious experience in the first place. We don’t know how a stimulus turns into the blueness of blue, the sweetness of sweet, the sentience of anything from a cell to a person. So it seems a leap to say that we now know how conscious experience modulates physical processes. What brought you to this work?


BL: My dad was an immigrant from Russia who came here at age 11, and by the time he was 16, he and his brother owned their rst supermarket in New York City. I was born in 1944, and shortly after that we moved up to Chappaqua, the town where the Clintons now live. My mother told me that at that time there was a
sign at the entrance to the town that read, “No Jews, no blacks, and no dogs.” We were Russian Jews and completely displaced into an environment that disapproved of us. I had one friend down the block, and that was it. That’s why the first time I looked into a microscope, in the second grade, I was so mesmerized. Here was another world with living creatures and it had nothing to do with my own troubled world. I remember spending an entire summer with an old Brownie camera trying to take a picture of cells in my microscope.


JN: How has your belief in belief changed your own life?


BL: My sense of humor has saved me. Years ago, after my divorce, I fell deeply in love with a woman and one day she said, “I think I need some space,” and what seemed like 10 minutes later, she moved in with a cardiac surgeon. I pined away for nearly a year. I’d come home from work and just be alone and have this imaginary conversation with Barbara. I missed her all the time. Then one night, I was alone in my dark living room in the typical cold, grey Wisconsin winter and missing Barbara and I yelled out, “Just leave me alone, Barbara!” And all of a sudden the pure absurd humor of it struck me. I said to myself, “Well, she has left you alone and that’s the problem.” The next time I started missing Barbara I thought about the absurd humor of it, and I started laughing.
Humor has had the same impact on the rest of my life. In a very similar way, I was berating myself one day for not being good enough. And right in the middle of all my negative self-talk it was as if a voice offstage said, “Isn’t there anything more fun to do than this?” It was like I was in a stand-up comedy routine and I laughed out loud then and there. I’d been willingly engaging in “not-good-enough” programming from my subconscious, and there was something different I could do and I did it right then. I went to a movie. And the next time I got into a negative spiral of self-talk, the humor struck me again, and it just transcended my self-talk. That laughter was almost like a switch. Eventually, over time, the negative self-talk just stopped.


JN: What’s the one take-home message from the biology of belief?


BL: That we’re not, as individuals or societies, the pawns of our genes, or stuck in a vicious cycle of violence and competition. You can reinvent your life. The global community can reinvent itself, too. A study last year by two biologists, Robert M. Sapolsky and Lisa J. Share, showed this in a troop of baboons. The aggressive males happened to die out from foraging contaminated meat from a garbage pit. In the wake of their deaths, the females in the troop helped steer the remaining, less aggressive males into a more peaceful, cooperative community. We are all spiritual beings who need love as much as we need food. We can use the intelligence of our own cells to change our lives.

The pure rainbow body

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note* the truth is that sometime ago, after heavy meditation and fasting ..I have managed to disappear as light.And survived coming back....The problem is that the universe around me also proved to be the same light.So that's WHY I started laughing like a mad man while I was in the middle of the forest...or maybe the forest was laughing too?....All I know is I could see thru my hands...and all I could see was rainbow colors ..and the trees also were made of the same stuff as me....I was,and I am..everybody.
I am you,my beloved...my beloved me.
I know for sure was not some mind trick,because I passed my hand thru some tree..and my hand went right thru it..while all the molecules of rainbow body were laughing at me for trying it..that's when I started laughing too....that was the day when I laughed about the notion of death itself.
Even the tree was laughing at me..well.... because the tree was me too...hahahahaha..lol
-added by danny-
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The Rainbow Body

by Sogyal Rinpoche

Throughout the advanced practices of Dzogchen, accomplished practitioners can bring their lives to an extraordinary and triumphant end. As they die, they enable their body to be reabsorbed back into the light essence of the elements that created it, and consequently their material body dissolves into light and disappears completely. {as typing this I hear the words 'dancing on the rainbow' on TV 00:41.G.}

This process is known as the "rainbow body" or "body of light", because the dissolution is often accompanied by spontaneous manifestations of light and rainbows. The ancient Tantras of Dzogchen, and the writings of the great masters, distinguish different categories of this amazing, otherworldly phenomenon, for at one time, if at least not normal, it was reasonably frequent.

.....This may be very difficult for us now to believe, but the factual history of Dzogchen lineage is full of examples of individuals who attained rainbow light body, and as Dudjom Rinpoche often used to point out, this is not just ancient history. Of the many examples, I would like to choose one of the most recent, and one of with which I have a personal connection. In 1952 there was a famous instance of the rainbow body in the East of Tibet, witnessed by many people. The man who attained it, Sonam Namgyal, was the father of my tutor and the beginning of this book.

He was a very simple, humble person, who made his way as an itinerant stone carver, carving mantras and sacred texts. Some say he had been a hunter in his youth, and had received a teaching from a great master. No one really knew he was a practitioner; he was truly called a "hidden yogin."

....he then fell ill, or seemed to, but became strangely, increasingly happy. When he illness got worse, his family called in masters and doctors. His son told him he should remember, 'Everything is illusion, but I am confident that all is well."

Just before his death at seventy-nine, he said " All I ask is that when I die, don't move my body for a week." When he died his family wrapped his body and invited Lamas and monks to come and practice for him. They placed the body in a small room in the house, and they could not help noticing that although he had been a tall person, they had no trouble getting it in, as if he were becoming smaller. At the same time, an extraodinary display of rainbow-coloured light was seen all around the house. When they looked into the room on the sixth day, they saw that the body was getting smaller and smaller. On the eight day after his death, the morning in which the funeral had been arranged, the undertakers arrived to collect the body. When they undid its coverings, they found nothing inside but his nails and hair.

My masters Jamyang Khyentse asked for these be brought to him, and verified that this was a case of the rainbow body.

Tibetan Book of Living & Dying, Rider Pub., Sogyal Rinpoche Ch.10 -p167-169


Excerpt from Golden Letters: The Three Statements of Garab Dorje

p140-141 -

With regard to the Das-rjes, in each case the master in question attained the Body of Light at the time of his death, when he dissolved his physical body into the dimension of the space of the sky. And then, in response to the distress and lamentations of their respective chief discilples, each master remanifested himself in a sphere of rainbow light (thig-le) suspended in the sky, whereupon he delivered his last testament to his astonished disciple. Here in the 'Das-rjes collection are found the posthumous teachings, delivered in the form of a last testament, of the following masters:

1. Tshig gsum gnad du brdreg-pa, "The Three statements That Strike the Essential Points, " of Prahevajra or Garab Dorje(dGa'-rad rdorje)

2. sGom nyams drug-pa,"The Six Meditation Experiences," of Manjushrimitra ('Jam dpal bshes-gnyen)

3. gZer-bu bdun-pa, "The Seven Important Points," of Shrisimha (dPal gyi seng-ge mgon-po)

4. bZhags-thabs bzhi, "The Four Methods for Remaining in Contemplation," of Jnanasutra (Ye-shes mdo)


more from 'The Golden Letters' The Three Statements of Garab Dorje:

Rigpa integrates into the pure vision before one in space and becomes that vision. One becomes a Rainbow Body, light without shadow. This despite Jung's protestations to the contrary, occurs because the obscurations or shadow (sgrib-pa), inherited from an immemorial past, have become exhausted in the process of purification by way of practicing contemplation. The causes for obscuration have been eliminated, so no more obscurations need arise to limit awareness - this is what "omniscience" means.

The Body of Light represents a complete and total and radical transformation of one's status of being, a rediscovery of what was primordially present, and this condition is permanent. It is Awareness itself (rig-pa nyid) and is dependent on nothing else. This may be compared to the various Christian notions of transfiguration, resurrection, and ascension; but in the case of Dzogchen, the methodology of how this is accomplished, namely the realizing of the Body of Light, is presented in precise terms.

There exist in history many examples of the successful completion of this process. Even in recent years there have been a number of Tibetan Lamas, both Buddhist and Bonpo, who attained realization of the Rainbow Body ('ja-lus-pa) at the end of their lives and some of these occurences were witnessed by Chinese Communist officials.

Generally, there are three different ways in which this process may occur

1. Rainbow Body of Light ('ja'lus) is attained at the time of death by means of Trekchod practice. One's physical body is dissolved into its subatomic constituents and becomes pure radiant energy, leaving behind only hair and nails. The process generally takes seven days, during which time the body progressively shrinks in size.

2. The Body of Light ('od-lus) is realized at the time of death by means of practice of Thodgal, as was the case with Garab Dorje.

3. The Great Transfer ('pho-ba chen po) is accomplished also by way of Thodgal, but there is no necessity of going through the process of dying. Padmasambhava, Vimalamitra, and the Bonpo master Taphihritsa are all examples according to tradition, of individual masters who realized the Great Transfer.

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But before one can practice Thodgal, one must first purify the twofold obscurations and master the state of contemplation throught Trekchod practice, a releasing or a cutting through of all one's tensions and rigidities. If one does not first perfect Thekchod as an absolutely necessary prerequisite, then the Thodgal practice will be little better than watching a cinema show. Although one practices Thodgal not in the state of ordinary consciousness but in the state of contemplation, there is nevertheless the ever-present danger that one will become attached to the visions that arise.

Excerpt from: The Golden Letters : The Three Statements of Garab Dorje, the First Teacher of Dzogchen, Together With a Commentary Garab Dorje, John Myrdhin Reynolds (Translator) (co.uk / com


MY TALKS ON "RAINBOW LIGHT GREAT ATTAINMENT
Dharma Talk by Living Buddha Lian Sheng on 01/07/96 (page 10-13)

Today I am going to talk about "Rainbow Light Great Attainment" which is the highest spiritual level to which a Tantric cultivator can aspire to achieve.To begin with, what is "Rainbow Light Great Attainment"?

It can take a long time to explain it. In form, it is the lights of rainbow. And, in abstract, it is the most profound "cosmos-consciousness". When a Tantric cultivator is able to have union with the cosmos-consciousness, he is said to have achieved the "Rainbow Light Great Attainment".

Spiritual cultivation is a big undertaking in life, as all the cultivators can see the transient natures of all the passing events. When a person makes up his mind to do cultivation, he is at the peak of his career. The "Rainbow Light Great Attainment" I am talking about is the spiritual fruit that all cultivators seek - an ordinary human being is able to have a union with the cosmos-consciousness.

First, I would like to briefly explain the difference between "Tantrayana" and "Sutrayana" Buddhisms. Permit me to use an analogy. Sutrayana is like a classroom where you learn all the theories about Buddhism. And Tantrayana is like a laboratory where you put what you learned in the classroom to experiment. In short, while Sutrayana stresses the importance of theory, Tantrayana emphasizes the significance of actual practice. Hence the former is like a classroom, and the latter a laboratory.

"Rainbow Light Great Attainment" is the highest spiritual level a Tantric cultivator can aspire to achieve. Upon attainment, many inconceivable events will unfold. The accomplished cultivator will be able to radiate "purified lights", and bring brightness wherever he goes. If he so wishes, he can even summon help from the mysterious cosmos-consciousness. Many highly competent cultivators are known to have radiated rainbow lights from their bodies, and caused many rainbows to appear in the sky before they departed from this Samsara world.

The Tantra taught by True Buddha School has the same effect. All accomplished cultivators will be able to summon the rainbow, and cause strange phenomena to appear in the sky. And they are able to have unions with the cosmos-consciousness also.

Before I began the first lecture on this series of talks on "Rainbow Light Great Attainment", an unusual Vajrasattva appeared. He was holding a Vajra on his right hand and a bell on his left. When he threw his Vajra into the sky, a huge rainbow light appeared. It's my aim to let everyone (cultivator and otherwise) know the true meaning of "pure cultivation". As spiritual cultivation is very important in life and a genuine effective way of cultivation is hard to come by, I sincerely hope all of you would treasure this "Rainbow Light Great Attainment", since it is the most profound Dharma taught by Tantrayana School of Buddhism. That's all for today.

Om Mani Padme Hum


Miraculous event - 16th Karmapa

For several years, those thought to be responsible for finding the reincarnation of the 16th Karmapa were apparently left without instructions. Over time this led to turmoil within the Kagyu lineage. It was assumed that those believed to be holding the mantle of Karmapa's spiritual power, Shamar Rinpoche, Jamgon Kongtrul Rinpoche, Tai Situ Rinpoche, and Gyaltsap Rinpoche, all renowned Kagyu lamas, would shoulder the task of finding and recognizing his reincarnation. However, trouble was brewing even before the funeral of the 16th Gyalwa Karmapa was over. During the cremation at Rumtek monastery in Sikkim, a miraculous event occurred which is common only to the very highest of accomplished Buddhist yogis. Under a cloudless blue sky bearing a circular rainbow around the sun, Karmapa's heart rolled from the flames to the edge of the cremation stupa. It appeared as a fiery ball of electric blue-black material where, upon the advice of Lopon Tsechu Rinpoche, it was retrieved. Karmapa's eyes and tongue were also found unburned by the flames and they too were saved. Traditionally, such an occurrence indicates that body, speech and mind aspects have come together to be preserved as timeless relics, imparting intense enlightened transmission and blessing to all beings in the future. Such an event also occurred during the funeral of Gampopa and the 2nd Karmapa.

Those who witnessed the 16th Karmapa's cremation, saw the heart come out to the spot where Lopon Tsechu Rinpoche, Drongu Nondrub, Namkai Dorje, Kurt Nubling and Khenpo Chodrak Rinpoche, among others, were stationed. Many people were therefore quite surprised that Tai Situ Rinpoche proclaimed at a meeting after the cremation, that the heart had "fallen in his lap." Later, in 1992, such a claim became the basis Situ Rinpoche gave as to why he was the one person with the authority to recognize the reincarnation of the 17th Karmapa. Situ Rinpoche had in fact taken the heart from those who had retrieved it and took it to his own room after the cremation. Later, many gold and silver pearls, Buddha images and other precious substances were also found among Karmapa's relics. Since then a fantastic golden stupa has been built to contain Karmapa's heart, which is kept at Rumtek monastery.

1981 Taking Leave of Karmapa In July 1981 Karmapa began the reconstruction of temples and meditation centers. He had thousands of Dharma texts printed and distributed, among these 500 copies of the Dege-edition of the Kanjur. Even during the last months of his life he worked hard to spread the Dharma. He died in the USA in a hospital in Zion near Chicago on November 5th, 1981, at 8:30 p.m. local time. His death was a last teaching on impermanence for everybody present, and indeed for all of us. As death approached, he had taken a half-dozen deadly diseases upon himself. Using his yogic power, he removed much of their harmfulness, at least for those in his powerfield. He also allowed the physicians to test their medicines on him. Some of their findings were amazing: even the highest doses of sedatives had absolutely no effect on him. He cared for their well-being and never talked about himself. On the evening of November 5th, the day of Liberatrice, the doctors had routinely entered his room. Seeing that his machines had apparently turned themselves off, all had the same thought, "He's playing a joke on us." At the very moment, they started up again, worked for five minutes and then stopped completely. The next morning, when the staff wanted to remove his body from the bed, the lineage holders asked if all signs of death were present. They were not. Karmapa's body was still warm and supple, and especially his heart center was so hot that one could feel it at a good distance. This is how he stayed. On November 9th, a helicopter landed at the military airport, on the other side from Rumtek of the large Sikkim valley. A line of cars left the airport, and about an hour later Karmapa arrived at Rumtek on a Mercedes truck. All four lineage holders sat next to the driver on its narrow seat. Karmapa's body was put into a concentric structure - a mandala - in the upstairs hall in the Rumtek monastery. The cremation took place one and a half months later. Instead of falling apart during the forty-five days, Karmapa had shrunk and was now sitting in a two-foot high box, which had a window so one could see inside. A thin veil covered his face, which was of a deep grey hue and somewhat shrunken. The rest of the formerly powerful man was the size of a small child. After the "Diamond Songs of the Kagyu Masters" was read, and a meditation on the eight Karmapa, the box was carried outside and inserted into a recently built clay stupa on the monastery's roof terrace. Then a monk who had never had any contact with this Karmapa and was called upon to light the masses of dry sandalwood underneath the stupa.



Lama Wangdor Rinpoche, in a Dzogchen teaching he gave at Rigdzin
Ling, told of a westerner that attained rainbow body in Nepal. He
told of him receiving teachings from a Dzogchen master and going
directly into strict retreat in an upstairs room of the masters
house. One day (after some years) he didn't take his food from in
front of his door and the lama asked one of his students to check up
on him. When they opened up the door he wasn't there, but there were
little rainbow arcs in the folds of his clothes and in the corners of
the room.

In Lama Wangdor Rinpoche's words "That guy? He went rainbow
body...all the way. He was a westerner. You're all westerners. He was
from California. You're from California. So what do you think?"

The implication was that there was nothing but our own diligence
stopping us from attaining the same goal.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Getting ready to shave?

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note*..
I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.

See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn.

I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
This is the scene from city slickers...lol
-added by danny-

Friday, September 11, 2009

Butterfly Nebula

Lead me from dreaming to waking.
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple.
Lead me from the obscure to the obvious.
Lead me from intention to attention.
Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am.
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness.
Lead me to the place I never left,
Where there is peace, and peace
- The Upanishads

*note*..a new camera aboard the Hubble Space Telescope, snapped this image of the planetary nebula, catalogued as NGC 6302, but more popularly called the Bug Nebula, or Butterfly Nebula. NGC 6302 lies within the Milky Way, roughly 3,800 light-years away in the constellation Scorpius.

In the constellation Scorpius. !!!!..amazing butterfly nebula!!

The glowing gas is the star’s outer layers, expelled over about 2,200 years. The “butterfly” stretches for more than 2 light-years, which is about half the distance from the Sun to the nearest star, Alpha Centauri.
-added by danny-
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http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/09/hubble_gallery/
Hubble Is Back!

Welcome back, Hubble.