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Tuesday, July 03, 2018

How the mahayogi got his passport!!!


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 -from the Upanishads- Unless you know the emptiness and bliss inside yourself..you'll be a robot forced by the same emptiness and bliss trying to know itself..by pain.. ...inside your self also..trust me!..said the mahayogi!
In silence there must be movement, and in motion,
There must be silence.
A small movement is better than a big one..
No movement is better than a small one..listen!
Silence is all the movement's mother..
In Movement you should be like a dragon or a tiger.
In non Movement you should be like a Buddha.  
-- Wang Xiangzhai(November 26, 1885 - July 12, 1963}
What is referred to as mindlessness is absence of the human mentality; what is referred to as mindfulness is mindfulness of the Tao. When one is free of the human mentality, the mutual sensing of the earthly and celestial is swift; when one is mindful of the Tao, effective practice endures. Swiftness of sensing comes about spontaneously, without cultivation, without striving; long perseverance comes about through effort, and involves action and striving. Striving and non-striving each has its secret; the distinction is all a matter of the absence of the human mentality and the presence of mindfulness of the Tao. After one has reached complete realization of the universal Tao, neither existence nor nonexistence remain; others and self are ultimately empty, and one enters the state of ultimate truthfulness, like a spirit. Here, it is not only the human mentality that cannot be applied; even the mindfulness of Tao is not applicable." - Liu I-ming The Conduct of the Moon and Clouds 

The consistent conduct of people of the Way is like the flowing clouds with no grasping mind, like the full moon reflecting universally, not confined anywhere, glistening within each of the ten thousand forms. Dignified and upright, emerge and make contact with the variety of phenomena, unstained and unconfused. Function the same toward all others since all have the same substance as you. Language cannot transmit this, speculation cannot reach it. Leaping beyond the infinite and cutting off the dependent, be obliging without looking for merit. This marvel cannot be measured with consciousness or emotion. On the journey accept your function, in your house please sustain it. Comprehending birth and death, leaving causes and conditions, genuinely realize that from the outset your spirit is not halted. So we have been told that the mind that embraces all the ten directions does not stop anywhere. -- Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091-1157)
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 

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How the mahayogi got his passport ..

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So I arrived late..and seen some 3 people in front of me..since I am polite by nature(but ruthless with lions..I punch them in their nose everytime they go for my testicles!??) so I asked gently..is this the line I wait?...some overmuscled big biceps 7 foot tall maniac... all mattress like face..zero smile..showed me the end of the line!..using his overgrown finger..??.


  
.yes.even his finger looked like a huge carrot from hell..!!. were  like 30 people back...I said ,,thank you my good man..remind me to love you..when I have time?..

So I got on the line...
I said..save me Jessus!( usually I use the save me Mosses..but this time I was thinking to use some better God...) 


So in front of me somehow..by magik..some woman with a 6 months old baby popped up.
and the baby starting crying.
I asked the people in front..For God sakes...let her go in front of line..the kid is hurting my ears!


No comments..the big solid 7 tall overgrown muscled  dude was giving me ,,the look,,..like..wait for me..he even kissed his biceps while looking at me with fury..like..what?..nobody goes in front of line..baby or not..
but the baby kept crying...so they allowed her in front of line... 


Halleluah I said...(the demented overmuscled was still looking at me...wow...what a fight ..he is really serious I thought...now my ass is grass and his fist is my punishment for my sins...)
anyway it went smooth...
only 10 minutes a person..
suddenly being pressed on the line..heat was too much.
so I decided to cool it a bit..


I raised my shakti..and voila...cool breeze emanated from my hands and body...
wow...said the woman behind me..guess they put the air conditioner higher
I looked at her..parles vous francais?..I said
yes...she said...I am having a french job in Paris
mercy boucoup I said...
you speak english also...?..I said?
not really she said
mercy boucoup ... 


I looked back ..were 30 people still waiting on line..
I looked back and said..relax..now it'll go faster.
And it did.
Cooled by my cool breeze...in no time I was at the office...and smiling.


This is the conversation I had with the hapless employee there..who spent 10 minutes for each person to give the passport.. 


Was like this..
How are you,my brother?..people stressing you out?..how can you resist the pressure ?
He said...believe it or not..I have to sleep all day after this..they are nuts!
ok..I said...where is my passport?
He said..right here.
took 20 seconds..and I got it.
before leaving...I screamed..I love you..I love you..
but I guess they never got it..since I spoke in english ,,I love you,,
before I left..the french woman asked me..how you managed the air conditioner stuff..?..who are you?
I said..I am whom I am..kissi to you.
and I left.
this is a true story.
All we need is love,indeed,,,:)

 ps..about the fellow overgrown biceps dude..he waited for me on the exit ..wanting his sweet revenge I guess?..towering over me like a maniac he said..now is time to pay the piper..I said...is ok if you just sit down,so I can see your face?..you are too tall..
Yes..and he sat on the beautiful water falls edge...was some fake fountain spraying water..etc..but beautiful ...agghh..I love water.
Now his eyes were bulging in fury...I said..wow..how you managed those biceps?..is some secret vitamin you take?..you look great,my good man!
Well..I lift weights..3 hours a day and eat lots of white eggs for proteins...
I said..wow...let me touch your biceps  wowwwwwwwwww...I said..
This is why your wife divorced you,I said?..and you have to pay alimony to your kids?
His eyes bulged like 2 huge tomatoes fried on my wisdom oven from heaven...
How you knew...he said..a tear dropping from his over bulging left eyeball...
I hugged him since it was at my level since he was sitting..and said...is ok..god loves you and so do I..
Not my fault I am gay he said...while I was hugging him saying ..is ok...
He wiped a tear from his face and rose up...towering over me like a foot taller again.
I said..hey....hope you'll not punch my nose?
He said..neh..I like you..you have a phone number?
I said ..yes...gimme a minute ...and I run away like a coyote on viagra...wow..no comments!


...now what I did was create ,,difference,, or something new 
 nobody expected...as Victor explain on his site  ..and everyone was happy to see someone with that courage to create new experiences,while still in touch with the spirit within of others..and all was good..kissi(added by Danny)..and all loved me:)

http://www.victorsway.eu/sculp/finger.htm   
  

 
‘Create or Die’

The Finger (Linga = atta = atma)
The creative, hence essential touch
The (index) Finger sculpture is an icon for the basic thrust of life, namely, ‘Create (or die).’  If I* create I become (and happy because of it). If I don’t create I don’t become (and very unhappy because of it).

In ancient India the create program was iconised as the Linga, variously interpreted as a mark or sign, as flash of lightening (or enlightenment), or as Lord Shiva’s phallus (i.e. creative thrust).

That which I (and 7,500,000,000 other humans and countless other biological units) need to do (in principle within every set of circumstances) is to create difference. Scientists now claim that “Only random events carry instruction.” Meaning: “Only difference makes (a difference)!” Only the different can make contact. Sameness can’t make contact/strike since it is compressed out. Therefore since sameness cannot strike it can’t become real and identifiable. As Heraclitus said 2500 years ago: “You can’t step into the same river (to wit: sameness) twice!”

In other words, if I don’t become (indeed, if I don’t reinvent myself as) as a bit of difference (and which is attractive), I can’t strike/touch. And if I can’t strike/touch, I can’t be. And that hurts!

The bit of difference I (i.e. with my newly painted finger nails or new car) need to become, hence the way I want to strike/touch myself or others, is dependent on the conditions (so the Buddha) within which I find myself and my free choice of a desirable future (i.e. my dream) which I can invent/prophecy (to self-fulfil) and then make come true/real.

But there’s a catch. Since I need to become different in order to be (i.e. to survive as an expression of my true, because whole and complete self ** ≈ identity/address) I have to give up sameness, namely what I am right now (the now becoming ‘was’, i.e. the redundant past). If I cannot become different I cannot strike/touch and, consequently, fade and die.

Recall:    “The right Way
     Is the Untrodden.
                 It becomes the wrong Way
                 When you’ve stepped on it.”


Or, as the Man said, in order to live (i.e. to be what I want or choose to be) I have to die (meaning; sacrifice/give up/die to what I am right now).                                                                     …. more

*… as fractal elaboration (meaning local copy) of the creation algorithm (or matrix). Note: This is ancient Indian pantheist*** and not the Judeo-Christian belief, the Irish monk John Scotus Eriugena and the German monk Meister Eckhart apart, both of whom were condemned). In the earliest Upanishad it is claimed that ‘Thou art That’, whereby ‘Thou’ (as atman) functions as a localised version of ‘That’ (as Brahman), hence is not different from ‘That.’ Thus “atman ≈ Brahman.”                   See: Self-realization
***… more about pantheism

 In silence there must be movement, and in motion, there must be silence.
A small movement is better than a big,
no movement is better than a small
silence is all the movement's mother...LISTEN!!
In Movement you should be like a dragon or a tiger.
In non Movement you should be like a Buddha.
--Wang Xiangzhai

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wang_Xiangzhai 
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 "To us all towns are one, all men our kin.
Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill.
Man's pains and pains' relief are from within.
Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !."
- Tamil Poem-

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 In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action.


Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin;


There is no work to do, much less someone to seek.


The true and constant must respond to phenomena;


Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused.


When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself;


When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself.


When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself;


Within the pot, the trigrams of kǎn and lí(heaven and earth) are joined.


Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again;


Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder.



White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak;


The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru.


Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality;


You wander so freely—who is able to know you?


Sit and listen to the tune played without strings;


Clearly understand the mechanism of creation.


It comes entirely from these twenty lines;


A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text
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"The center of the cyclone is that rising quiet central low-pressure place in which one can learn to live eternally. Just outside of this Center is the rotating storm of one's own ego, competing with other egos in a furious high-velocity circular dance. As one leaves center, the roar of rotating wind deafens on more and more as one joins this dance. One's centered thinking-feeling-being, one's own Satoris, are in the center only, not outside. One's pushed-pulled driven states, one's anti-Satori modes of functioning, one's self-created hells, are outside the center. In the center of the cyclone one is off the wheel of Karma, of life, rising to join the Creators of the Universe, the Creators of us.





Here we find that we have created Them who are Us...





Lilly's Law





"In the province of the mind, what is believed to be true is true or becomes true, within certain limits to be found experimentally. These limits are further beliefs to be transcended. In the province of the(true mind..added by danny) mind, there are no limits."" -- John C. Lilly -

Unless you know the emptiness and bliss inside yourself..you'll be a robot forced by the same emptiness and bliss trying to know itself..by pain..inside your self also..trust me!..said the mahayogi!



The student asked: “A sage's response to changing conditions



is unlimited. Does he have to study beforehand?”



He should worry only about his mind's not being



clear, and not about the inability to respond to all changing conditions.”

— Wang Yang Ming (1472-1529)

To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem