Jessus died on the cross .. JUST TO make people ,,remember,, that their true essence ..is pure 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 -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! so listen to the mahayogi..,grasshopper from heaven...

Wisdom for Grasshoppers - The funniest movie is here. Find it

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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)

Note..is Jessus time..but people forget his message..really..
Died on the cross..JUST TO make people ,,remember,, that their true essence ..is pure love.
Anybody remember this dude named jessus ?,,guess not..lol

Happy new year to all..

And kisses to the grasshoppers from heaven..which reminds me now,as I get nostalgic..some post of mine from the past.
remember...WHAT is true it never falls away..is this trust I guess(for you) but FOR ME is REALITY

While the universe is made up of yin/yang..(otherwise there'd be no universe)
This pristine awareness..or ,,the true essence ,,..or,,the true self,,..or whatever you call it?
Or true love..or...true power..or true wisdom...or..,,surrender to this first..,,
Is like when you go in deep sleep..then you wake up full of energy
??

Where this power comes from?
From the INFINITE we arise...as souls..JUST for the infinite to KNOW itself thru us...as individuals.

Why we build more nuclear bombs to kill each others?,,tell me grasshoppers from heaven?
This means..all the Jessus's teachings..about ,,love thy neighbor ,,(like you love yourself!!_ gone down the drain?

So what is LOVE?..love is unity..is sharing experiences ...see?
Love/forgiveness...means...there is SOMETHING wayyyyyyyyy above the dramas..see?
But I tell you...even consciousness is a by-product of this majestic awareness..this splendid pure love..pure unity..it JUST happens that it can't know itself other then thru ,,separating,, in yin/yang..
At least this what I told when I asked about.

Or when I was the light ITSELF..and the forest WAS the same light as me..and the whole UNIVERSE was me..
Now..grasshoppers from heaven...
solutions are there..IF you look for solution..since is yin.yang..there is NO problem without a solution!..see?

There is NO problem on this universe without an OPPOSITE ,,way,, or resolve..or solution!
Problem is..citta(I define citta from the buddhist term,,as,,mind/heart in MOTION!..the buddhists   explain,,citta as,,heart,, and sometimes as,,mind,,..is a difficult term to understand,indeed..)

So I define citta not as heart..not as mind..but as KRIPTO!...(a temporal unity..on the SPOT!..like both in one,on the spot?)

Intention is needed to find the answer ..(mind) then heart is needed (emotion) ..
BUT IF YOU BELIEVE there is no answer,,,you miss the point...
For the whole secret is TO KNOW this..see?
Kiss and love from the mahayogi...
May you live long and prosper in the new year..ok?
Good grasshoppers!

Kiss and love and hugs to you..:)
Thus spokenth the Mahayogi...loved in the 3 worlds..respected in 10...worshiped in the 19th heaven by himself only,and his hairy hands!
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ps...be aware that the cause of creating this universe explaining from me... is just based on my,,forest experience,,..when i was the light,and the forest was ALSO the same light as me..truth to tell nobody can know the reason for creation see?..for to KNOW means you must be above that level...so anybody telling you ,,this is the truth,,..is a moron..really..for even consciousness is a by-product...see?

In other words...is personal and collective thought-forms who create ,,bibles,, and korans,,...and whatever religion you are into to ,,give meaning,,..see?..there is only one meaning..they say..if that WAS the truth..why the need for many religions?..so now they can kill each others in order to prove their truth is right?...
Snake eating it's own tail..indeed..kiss:)
Daniel:)


 Lead me from dreaming to waking.

Wisdom for Grasshoppers - More free videos are here

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 -

Emptiness is the Source - Celebrity bloopers here

The Upanishads It is written..shape clay into a vessel

It is the space within that gives it value

Place doors and windows in a house

It is the opening that brings light within

Set spokes within a wheel

It is the emptiness of the hub

That makes them useful

Therefore,be the space at the center

Be nothing

And you will have everything

To give to others...
*note* I just run a ,,random post, on my blog..with a secret question I won't tell you..
and I got this..of course..
kisses..
-added by danny-
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The Bad Things Kripto from Heaven:) - Funny bloopers R us
(this video is in the memory of a former friend of mine,named Donald the Great!..as I used to tease him..may he rest in peace,and I miss him already..added by danny-)

The Marvelous ho'oponopono

*note* this is a fractal universe...your inner universe contains the outer.Make peace in yourself,and the whole world will benefit.
-added by danny-
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Sunday, April 30, 2006

About Forgiveness

danny danny (4/30/2006 10:19:56 AM): couple more things about ,,dissolving,, a conflict...it's like this...
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:20:33 AM): remember when I told you that one,, dissolves,, a conflict with others within himself?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:23:47 AM): ok..so we have for example 2 people with 2 egos,(false perception) and they collide together..now...the more one fights back,the more the other fights back.But how one can reach the stage of not fighting?..by will?..or by desire?..no...not possible,sinse they are ,,cougth,, in that bubble (of ego) already
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:24:37 AM): so one must ,,transform,, out of the bubble first.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:26:22 AM): I remember about some words told to me when I started yoga?..there was this advanced yogi,which of course I didn't understand back then,yet I didn't forget them
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:28:52 AM): he said,,you build a mountain inside you,out of the spirit,,..then..what power outside yourself could ever influense you,or disturb you?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:29:22 AM): you can always go back to your mountain.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:30:00 AM): the mountain of truth..and vibes
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:31:24 AM): see?..all conflicts between people,and all wars by the way..are based on the ,,illusion,, of separation.That people falsely believe that they are separated.Yet,they are not deep inside,in spirit.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:32:25 AM): again,this is not a logical thing which one ,,learns,, but an inner transformation.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:33:35 AM): the more you meditate,the more your consciousness is transformed,and becomes less ,,personal,, and more,,universal,,
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:35:12 AM): can you forgive forever?..what if there is nothing to forgive,just is something to ,,be,,?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:36:32 AM): and at that point you understand the foolish false illusion of separation of the other person,and understand that he is just impurified?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:37:02 AM): kisses...
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:39:48 AM): can he fight the mountain inside you?..with what weapons?..can an ego(false perceptions) fight the truth,or the spirit within?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:41:41 AM): the universe gives you all the clues you need.The outside experienses one has are direct reflection of one inner universe one built.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:47:12 AM): so if any outside person or circumstance bother you,just say to yourself,,there is something inside me stirring,and reacting to this,but that is not necessary ..you can always leave the mountain inside,and be forced to react,yet..the mountain of peace and joy and wisdom is always inside you,waiting for you to return.And when you returned,you already ,,forgave,, because you left the plane of ,,ego reactions,, and you ARE in the mountain.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:48:04 AM): you become the mountain.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:53:15 AM): and at that point,the outer universe(experienses) adjust to your inner one,as reflection.This is what I did when I was on that cruise line ship..did I make any logical plans to escape?..no..I refused to sleep couple nights,and I meditated.THAT is surrender.Then,the opportunity was created in the outer universe to escape the ship,and start a new adventure as a monk in america.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:54:39 AM):
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:58:18 AM): I remember I was like at 3 am in the morning on the ship deck..all alone,singing Ganesha songs?...GANESHA..Ganeeeesha..jai Jai Shri Ganesha!!!...and the wind,and the sea would reply back...jai...jai shri ganesha!!!!
danny danny (4/30/2006 11:01:41 AM): and one night..I met a dude from phillipines,who was on the deck at 3 am like me,and he was singing jesus songs?..JESUS THE GREATEST..Jesus the greatest....la-laa-la- laaaaa..and i responding..jai jai Shri ganeshaaaaa....and the fishes in the sea were jumping out and enjoying the songs.

Healing within to heal 'without'

by Joe Vitale

Two years ago, I heard about a therapist in Hawaii who cured a complete ward of criminally insane patients--without ever seeing any of them. The psychologist would study an inmate's chart and then look within himself to see how he created that person's illness. As he improved himself, the patient improved.
When I first heard this story, I thought it was an urban legend. How could anyone heal anyone else by healing himself? How could even the best self-improvement master cure the criminally insane? It didn't make any sense. It wasn't logical, so I dismissed the story.
However, I heard it again a year later. I heard that the therapist had used a Hawaiian healing process called ho'oponopono. I had never heard of it, yet I couldn't let it leave my mind. If the story was at all true, I had to know more. I had always understood "total responsibility" to mean that I am responsible for what I think and do. Beyond that, it's out of my hands. I think that most people think of total responsibility that way. We're responsible for what we do, not what anyone else does--but that's wrong.
The Hawaiian therapist who healed those mentally ill people would teach me an advanced new perspective about total responsibility. His name is Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len. We probably spent an hour talking on our first phone call. I asked him to tell me the complete story of his work as a therapist.
He explained that he worked at Hawaii State Hospital for four years. That ward where they kept the criminally insane was dangerous. Psychologists quit on a monthly basis. The staff called in sick a lot or simply quit. People would walk through that ward with their backs against the wall, afraid of being attacked by patients. It was not a pleasant place to live, work, or visit.

Dr. Len told me that he never saw patients. He agreed to have an office and to review their files. While he looked at those files, he would work on himself. As he worked on himself, patients began to heal. "'After a few months, patients that had to be shackled were being allowed to walk freely,' he told me. 'Others who had to be heavily medicated were getting off their medications. And those who had no chance of ever being released were being freed.' I was in awe. 'Not only that,' he went on, 'but the staff began to enjoy coming to work.Absenteeism and turnover disappeared. We ended up with more staff than we needed because patients were being released, and all the staff was showing up to work. Today, that ward is closed.'

This is where I had to ask the million dollar question: 'What were you doing within yourself that caused those people to change?'
'I was simply healing the part of me that created them,' he said. I didn't understand. Dr. Len explained that total responsibility for your life means that everything in your life - simply because it is in your life -- is your responsibility. In a literal sense the entire world is your creation.
Whew. This is tough to swallow. Being responsible for what I say or do is one thing. Being responsible for what everyone in my life says or does is quite another.
Yet, the truth is this: if you take complete responsibility for your life, then everything you see, hear, taste, touch, or in any way experience is your responsibility because it is in your life. This means that terrorist activity, the president, the economy or anything you experience and don't like--is up for you to heal. They don't exist, in a manner of speaking, except as projections from inside you.
The problem isn't with them, it's with you, and to change them, you have to change you. "I know this is tough to grasp, let alone accept or actually live. Blame is far easier than total responsibility, but as I spoke with Dr. Len, I began to realize that healing for him and in ho 'oponopono means loving yourself.

If you want to improve your life, you have to heal your life. If you want to cure anyone, even a mentally ill criminal you do it by healing you. I asked Dr. Len how he went about healing himself. What was he doing, exactly, when he looked at those patients' files?
'"I just kept saying, 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' over and over again," he explained. "That's it?" That's it.
Turns out that loving yourself is the greatest way to improve yourself, and as you improve yourself, you improve your world. Let me give you a quick example of how this works: one day, someone sent me an email that upset me. In the past I would have handled it by working on my emotional hot buttons or by trying to reason with the person who sent the nasty message.
This time, I decided to try Dr. Len's method. I kept silently saying, 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you,' I didn't say it to anyone in particular. I was simply evoking the spirit of love to heal within me what was creating the outer circumstance. Within an hour I got an e-mail from the same person. He apologized for his previous message. Keep in mind that I didn't take any outward action to get that apology. I didn't even write him back. Yet, by saying 'I love you,' I somehow healed within me what was creating him.
I later attended a ho 'oponopono workshop run by Dr. Len. He's now 70 years old, considered a grandfatherly shaman, and is somewhat reclusive. He praised my book, The Attractor Factor. He told me that as I improve myself, my book's vibration will raise, and everyone will feel it when they read it. In short, as I improve, my readers will improve. "What about the books that are already sold and out there?" I asked. "'They aren't out there," he explained, once again blowing my mind with his mystic wisdom. "They are still in you".
In short, there is no out there. It would take a whole book to explain this advanced technique with the depth it deserves. Suffice It to say that whenever you want to improve anything in your life, there's only one place to look: inside you. When you look, do it with love.
“Forgiveness is the fragrance left by the violet on the heel that crushed it.” - Mark Twain
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*note*-I posted in
http://kriptodanny.blogspot.com/2006/04/about-forgiveness.html
some similar universal principle

Sunday, April 30, 2006

About Forgiveness

danny danny (4/30/2006 10:19:56 AM): couple more things about ,,dissolving,, a conflict...it's like this...
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:20:33 AM): remember when I told you that one,, dissolves,, a conflict with others within himself?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:23:47 AM): ok..so we have for example 2 people with 2 egos,(false perception) and they collide together..now...the more one fights back,the more the other fights back.But how one can reach the stage of not fighting?..by will?..or by desire?..no...not possible,sinse they are ,,cougth,, in that bubble (of ego) already
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:24:37 AM): so one must ,,transform,, out of the bubble first.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:26:22 AM): I remember about some words told to me when I started yoga?..there was this advanced yogi,which of course I didn't understand back then,yet I didn't forget them
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:28:52 AM): he said,,you build a mountain inside you,out of the spirit,,..then..what power outside yourself could ever influense you,or disturb you?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:29:22 AM): you can always go back to your mountain.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:30:00 AM): the mountain of truth..and vibes
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:31:24 AM): see?..all conflicts between people,and all wars by the way..are based on the ,,illusion,, of separation.That people falsely believe that they are separated.Yet,they are not deep inside,in spirit.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:32:25 AM): again,this is not a logical thing which one ,,learns,, but an inner transformation.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:33:35 AM): the more you meditate,the more your consciousness is transformed,and becomes less ,,personal,, and more,,universal,,
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:35:12 AM): can you forgive forever?..what if there is nothing to forgive,just is something to ,,be,,?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:36:32 AM): and at that point you understand the foolish false illusion of separation of the other person,and understand that he is just impurified?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:37:02 AM): kisses...
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:39:48 AM): can he fight the mountain inside you?..with what weapons?..can an ego(false perceptions) fight the truth,or the spirit within?
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:41:41 AM): the universe gives you all the clues you need.The outside experienses one has are direct reflection of one inner universe one built.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:47:12 AM): so if any outside person or circumstance bother you,just say to yourself,,there is something inside me stirring,and reacting to this,but that is not necessary ..you can always leave the mountain inside,and be forced to react,yet..the mountain of peace and joy and wisdom is always inside you,waiting for you to return.And when you returned,you already ,,forgave,, because you left the plane of ,,ego reactions,, and you ARE in the mountain.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:48:04 AM): you become the mountain.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:53:15 AM): and at that point,the outer universe(experienses) adjust to your inner one,as reflection.This is what I did when I was on that cruise line ship..did I make any logical plans to escape?..no..I refused to sleep couple nights,and I meditated.THAT is surrender.Then,the opportunity was created in the outer universe to escape the ship,and start a new adventure as a monk in america.
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:54:39 AM):
danny danny (4/30/2006 10:58:18 AM): I remember I was like at 3 am in the morning on the ship deck..all alone,singing Ganesha songs?...GANESHA..Ganeeeesha..jai Jai Shri Ganesha!!!...and the wind,and the sea would reply back...jai...jai shri ganesha!!!!
danny danny (4/30/2006 11:01:41 AM): and one night..I met a dude from phillipines,who was on the deck at 3 am like me,and he was singing jesus songs?..JESUS THE GREATEST..Jesus the greatest....la-laa-la- laaaaa..and i responding..jai jai Shri ganeshaaaaa....and the fishes in the sea were jumping out and enjoying the songs.

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 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 -

Sweet Kisses from Kripto You Miss:) - Free videos are just a click away

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-

Hakuin does not sketch himself in the idealized form of an enlightened one, or even in the realistic image of an austere zenji, but as a bald, fat, cross-eyed and hunch-backed old man...but then he kissed you:)...Lovely story of the creation purpose...shakti means manifestation,and shiva means the origin of it..the kiss is the joy of emptiness knowing itself...kisses from the mahayogi to you,grasshoppers from heaven!

Asobi Seksu - Beautiful Shakti Being Kissed by Shiva - A funny movie is a click away

God has humbled my ass...says Harold Camping the finger vampire:)

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!
*note* as you all know by now...grasshoppers from heaven...this Harold Camping is my favorite butt-boy american idiot ..so I couldn't miss his apology about the end of the world he sorely missed like an overgrown desert Arizona coyote missing his daily cheese sandwich ... at last this menace of society...this scumbag from hell..,this over-living sheer crooked numb-nuts...this fake lover of Christ ..this still living insult to the Christianity itself...this putrid to the bone individual....puking his self righteousness ...  this cretinoid finger raising vampire admits he was wrong...god has humbled his sore ass,indeed..just die in peace,Harold..and spare us with your insanity about the end of the world..please..just die in peace my good vampire while you suck your truth vampire INDEX  finger(the same one you've warned the humanity about the destruction...and suck it good,please..)

 
We also openly acknowledge that we have no new evidence pointing to another date for the end of the world. Though many dates are circulating, Family Radio has no interest in even considering another date. God has humbled us through the events of May 21, to continue to even more fervently search the Scriptures (the Bible), not to find dates, but to be more faithful in our understanding.
Would you just leave us in peace,you Harold salad looking earlobes vampire from hell smiling at us with your broken teeth like there is no tomorrow just because you're insane???..with your eyeballs dropping to your fruitcake idiot cretinoid nose?
No?
Or you'll raise your vampire finger again telling us again how the doom is near?...

I recommend he flies to heaven using his overgrown salad looking like earlobes..and also shove his finger in his ass for a GOOD  healthy resurrection of his wisdom fruitcake 12 inch wisdom muscle....and not put fear in people by predicting the doom of humanity simple because he is a nut case.....the only doom is when you die,but this sucker never dies..he keeps on pestering us...amazing indeed his stamina...I admire his cretinism..for he admits,at last,,..
We also openly acknowledge that we have no new evidence pointing to another date for the end of the world. Though many dates are circulating, Family Radio has no interest in even considering another date. God has humbled us through the events of May 21, to continue to even more fervently search the Scriptures (the Bible), not to find dates, but to be more faithful in our understanding...
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-added by danny-

Harold Camping

Ninety-year-old Harold Camping predicted that the world would come to an end on May 21, 2011.  And then again on October 21, 2011.

And while it has been clear for months that the world, in fact, did not end on either date, Camping has finally issued an official statement admitting the mistake.

According to "When is the Rapture?," an article written by Camping, the Rapture is the end of the world and happens when "our Lord comes to judge the world."

On the day of the Rapture, "the believers in Christ who have not experienced physical death will be changed into their glorified bodies," Camping wrote. "At that time, they will be caught up in the air to be with Christ."

At the time of the first prediction, Camping was the president of Family Radio, a non-profit radio network that, according to its website, acts "with the express purpose of sending the Christian Gospel into the world."

When May 21, 2011 came and went with no sign of the Apocalypse, Camping still said he was not entirely wrong about the prediction. Speaking to the media outside the headquarters of Family Radio on May 23, Camping said that while the world had not ended, the spiritual Rapture had begun.

"We have to be looking at all of this a little bit more spiritual, but it won't be spiritual on Oct. 21," he said. "Because the Bible clearly teaches that then the world is going to be destroyed altogether."

Shortly after he said that, Camping suffered a stroke on June 13, 2011, and retired from Family Radio.

When Oct. 21 also came and went with no sign of the Rapture, Camping was publicly silent until now.

"We humbly acknowledge we were wrong about the timing," his statement reads. "We tremble before God as we humbly ask Him for forgiveness for making that sinful statement."

But Camping and Family Radio say they believe that while the prediction was a mistake, it was all in God's plan.

"Though we were wrong God is still using the May 21 warning in a very mighty way. In the months following May 21 the Bible has, in some ways, come out from under the shadows and is now being discussed by all kinds of people who never before paid any attention to the Bible," Camping wrote. "Even as God used sinful Balaam to accomplish His purposes, so He used our sin to accomplish His purpose of making the whole world acquainted with the Bible."

And, the statement reads, Family Radio will not announce a new prediction for the end of the world.

"We also openly acknowledge that we have no new evidence pointing to another date for the end of the world. Though many dates are circulating, Family Radio has no interest in even considering another date. God has humbled us through the events of May 21, to continue to even more fervently search the Scriptures (the Bible), not to find dates, but to be more faithful in our understanding."

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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 nourish the vital energy, keep watch in silence;

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 -

..........

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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"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!

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.
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}

Those whom have ears to hear,let them see..those whom have eyes to see..let them hear good...Kripto Yoga  2.12

Now the secrets of life will be revealed...

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* lovely secrets of life from brother Elias(a former christian monk)
What he means (or he discovered) is very important.
He discovered there were no negativities,no devils,other then his OWN not-resolved soul experiences.
In other words..the devil is in you,not out there.
In truth(or absolute truth) there is no devil other then your NOT resolved(integrated sub-personalities..and remember that even those are NOT the real you..but those make up your personality,as it splits,and becomes many...your job is not to reject those,but KNOW that was necessary..for otherwise you could not become an individual)
YOU MUST accept your individuality,and the collectivity,and the ONE.(3 in one)
The ONE knows..but if you stop blaming the devil,and start looking within..the ONE will readjust your reality,and miracles will happen.
quote from Elias,,"
May I recognize whatever appears as being my own mind-forms. May I fear not the bands of the Peaceful and the Wrathful, who are my own mind-forms. ~ from The Tibetan Book of the Dead
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Thus spokenth the mahayogi,to the bewildered grasshoppers.
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VISION. One afternoon I was taking a nap after dinner, dreams and jazz music were sluicing through my brain. Suddenly a voice spoke very loudly next to my ear: “NOW THE SECRET OF LIFE WILL BE REVEALED.”


A hole opened up under me and I fell into it. It was a square dark hole, which got progressively lighter the deeper I fell.


I fell quickly at first, then more slowly as the light thickened. Soon I was floating in the loving embrace of the Light, an intense rapture flooding my senses. The words “I need you!” echoed in me and around me.


There was progressive dissolution of form and quality as the light thickened. Images dissolved into light, dream dissolved into light, I dissolved into light, and this light was Consciousness itself.


That is the secret of life.



Such experiences would “dissolve” me, and for a few days I would walk around transported. The other brothers would notice and I would receive lots of smiles and nods.



Then my mind would resolidify, new crystalline structures would form, and new dreams of conflict would emerge.
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VISION. I am walking on a road that leads into the forest. Suddenly a circular chasm opens next to the road.


Cautiously I approach the edge of the pit and peer over. I am gazing into a fathomless dark deep, and I am thinking of all my ecstatic falling dreams.


At that moment I hear the clatter of hoofbeats coming along the road out of the forest. I raise my eyes and see a spectral being on a black horse galloping toward me. He is moving with the speed of the wind, and his aura is of stupendous and irresistible power. I know at once that nothing in the universe can impede or resist this onrushing power. As the horse thunders by, its flank brushes me lightly, and I am knocked head over heels into the abyss. I wake up quaking with fright.


What’s so different about this descensus from my other glorified tumbles? Why was there no hint of luminous supporting depths waiting to receive me? For a long time I thought this dream meant that I was going to undergo physical death at an early age. I took this horseman to be the Lord of Death himself, on his daily journey around the world.
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When you take a breath of air, are you possessed by the air? When you take a drink of water, are you possessed by the water? When you eat a meal…and so forth.


You cannot live without air, water, and food. All of these material dependencies are metaphors for your dependency on the Spirit. (Actually, they are metaphysical manifestations of your dependency on the Spirit, but that’s a discussion for another day.)


In order to consciously awaken to Spirit, you will have to fall into that aspect of consciousness we call “subtle awareness". Subtle awareness is the intuitive faculty which allows us to know things directly, without the intermediary of the verbal mind. Some of you have that already, so you know what I am talking about. Others may think I am telling a fairy tale or a myth. More’s the pity.


But the fact is you do have this subtle awareness. You already have it. You are born with it. In your case it may be sleeping in a dark cave, or atrophied or suppressed, but it is a living part of your totality. Unless you revive it, you will never walk out of your current imprisonment in the mind. No amount of money will liberate you from your half-alive state, this condition of atrophied subtle awareness.


Know though, that subtle awareness is a vast expanse of experience that, like an ocean, can be either shallow or profound. Hopefully you will make your way from the shallow shores towards the unspeakable depths.


The subtle realm is nurture. It is education. It is also danger, a universe in which archetypes roam like carnivorous fish, making a meal of the weak and the naive. (These “dangerous entities” in the deep psyche include people who developed subtle awareness only to use it as a tool for possessing others and placing them in bondage.)


I am saying you don’t need to fear such intelligences as long as you keep faith with your own heart, and with the underlying truth of subtle experience:


May I recognize whatever appears as being my own mindforms. May I fear not the bands of the Peaceful and the Wrathful, who are my own mindforms. ~ from The Tibetan Book of the Dead

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The important thing to remember is that the realm of subtle experience responds instantly to how it is seen. Yes, it contains everything that is unknown to you, but it is also instantaneously responsive to the act of perception itself. (Or should I say the art of perception?)


How can that be? Please remember, it is not an other that is awakening but your very “I” – the Self that is the root of your being. That’s why we say, “May I recognize whatever appears as being my own mindforms.”


This Self is looking for you, and will, if you allow it, educate and awaken you. It will test your “art of perception". When it knocks at your door, and when you open to it, it begins at once to transform your perspective – your way of seeing. It is the Liberator of your seeing – not all at once, but bit by bit.


Yes, in the realm of subtle awareness there will be moments of vision and great revelation, private glimpses of the “beyond-beyond” state of the Self. But the essence of the Self’s initiation is work – a new kind of work in which the soul collaborates with the Spirit in the real tasks of real liberation.


The work has been succinctly described as “self-inquiry". Sadly, this simple phrase has been wildly misunderstood to mean a kind of rote practice in which one asks the question, over and over, “who am I?".


Presumably this mantra-like recitation will help one to peel away the layers of illusion, false-self, and ego-persona to arrive at direct realization of the “I” of the Self. I say presumably, because no one has been shown to have achieved Self-realization using this formulaic practice.


Even Maharshi, who is supposed to have simplified his own awakening into this formula that he could hand out, like prasad, to the thousands who came to see him, did not achieve Self-realization by asking “who am I?” Rather, he allowed his i-sense to confront the inescapable reality of death. And that’s what you should do as well. When death becomes so real to you that you see the futility of the hopes and dreams of the little “i", then the great “I” will come to you and shake you awake.


And that’s important to know: the Self comes to you, and takes an active role in your education and awakening. It is another terrible mistake that seekers make, to believe they can do this “practice” in isolation from the tremendum of God. Again, as I have suggested before, they have made “non-dualism” into a ritualized form of Spirit-denial. The ego actually believes it can do the whole job of “becoming enlightened” by reciting a simple prescription handed-down by an authentic sage. And they sit for hours and hours in their “communion halls", repeating the phrase inwardly, waiting for sudden and total illumination. Good luck with that, boys.


Personally I have preferred to take the dynamic and inter-active route, of responding to the spontaneous intrusion of God into my life. I know I am not alone in this, having known others of similar disposition.


And in taking this path, I have allowed myself to be educated by that Tremendum which was Unconscious to me. I have accepted the tasks the Spirit set for me, of unraveling and inspecting the knots and complexes of the psyche.


This is true self-inquiry, you know. This is the self-inquiry that the Spirit wants you to practice: to know the personal psyche inside and out, and to explore those deep parts of the mind which Jung called “the archetypal".


Don’t worry about this legendary “God Realization” you seek. To turn around Jack Kornfield’s famous phrase, forget the ecstasy – first do the laundry.


Elias
*note* I will post his ,,monk experience,, 
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~  posted by Elias  ~



During the summer months of 1965 I wrestled with my "religious problem" while hiking in the mountains of Pennsylvania and spending long days holed up in a cabin I'd been permitted to use. I saw almost no one.
It was obvious to me I had to make a clean break with the world. My visions were pulling me toward greater intimacy with God. For some reason I saw my artistic career as being opposed to that movement. I decided my writing was "egotistical" and "non-sacrificial" -- in spite of everything I'd learned about how the power of Grace opens creativity.
So one August afternoon I burned all my manuscripts -- a three-foot pile of material I had accumulated since 1961. The same day I made the decision to return to Vermont and enter a monastery.
My parents were happy to see me -- it had been almost two years since I'd been home -- and they were suitably impressed when I told them my decision to return to the Catholic Church and enter a religious order. There were at least three monasteries in our vicinity -- Carthusian, Benedictine, and Camaldolese. I planned to approach them all, one by one, and offer my life into the service of God.
After a few weeks of hanging around the house, helping my father catch up on repairs and yardwork, I steeled my nerves for a visit to the Carthusian hermits of Mt. Equinox, in Manchester, Vermont. I didn't write or call ahead, I simply showed up at the gatehouse.
The two old monks who saw me were the most spiritual men I'd met up to that time. They radiated an immense peace and great depth of intuition. I thought they'd probably see at once that I was favored with holy visions --something about my face would tell them. Then they would joyfully welcome me into the sacred precinct, and that would be the end of it -- goodbye cruel world. Instead they gave me the once-over, asked a few skillful questions, and sent me away. "You ought to get married and open a grocery store," one of them told me, munching a carrot, like Bugs Bunny in his cosmic trickster mode.
I fared better with the Benedictines. Their youthful prior listened attentively to my tale of re-conversion (I instinctively left out the visionary part). He agreed that I might be admitted to postulancy in their order after a suitable period of testing --probably about a year. A year! I didn't want to wait a year! I wanted to put on those holy robes right now! Well, it might take less than a year, but in any case I'd have to get a job and work off some debts I owed. That in itself would take about six months.
As it turned out it only took three months. I found work on a rock-drilling crew, as a bit changer. This was the most physically demanding work I'd ever done. Day after day, as the air compressors roared in my head, I thought how fortunate I was to find such uncomfortable work. Surely my sins were vanishing like dirty snow on an April afternoon!
While waiting to be admitted to the Benedictines, I went through the formalities of rejoining the Church. I began attending mass as often as possible, and I made my first confession in about six years. One happy Sunday I took the Lord on my tongue and felt again that meditative satisfaction that most Catholics feel when they realize that God Himself has entered their body as spiritual food.
I had several auspicious dreams at this time. In one, old St. Benedict himself placed the cowl of profession over my shoulders, while thousands of monks looked on. On Christmas Eve, 1965, I dreamt I was sleeping in the palm of a giant hand. As the hand lifted me slowly and dreamily into the sky, power flowed into my body, and I dissolved in bliss and exaltation. As I awoke, a Biblical phrase passed through my mind: "No harm can come to those you protect with your hand."
Was this the same hand that crushed me mercilessly a few months before? Undoubtedly!
In early January, 1966, taking the name "Brother Robert," I was admitted to the company of the holy monks of St. Benedict. The monastery was a small farm in the hills of Vermont, with a chapel and dormitory and about fifteen men in residence. They were a cloistered, meditational group, with vows of silence -- a return to the ways of earlier centuries. Our chief physical occupations were farming and craft work. Our only exposure to the public was on Sunday, when large numbers of people would come for mass and afterwards mingle briefly with "the brothers."

LIFE IN THE CLOISTER
A bell wakened us every morning at 4 A.M. A few minutes later we congregated in the chapel (which was breezy and cold in winter) and began chanting the psalms of matins. This was the longest "office" of the day, sometimes lasting an hour or more. When I first arrived it was sung in Latin, with the ancient Gregorian melodies. Later we changed to English, and our choir-master improvised new melodies from the old forms. The effect was less beautiful -- Gregorian chant is amongst the most inspired music on earth --but at least we could understand what we were singing!
After another hour or so of meditation and lectio -- meditative reading --we returned to the chapel for more chanting, and then went to breakfast. Breakfast consisted of coffee, last week's donuts (compliments of a local bakery), toast with peanut butter, and fruit. During cold weather there would be hot cereal and sometimes eggs or french toast -- which we would bathe in syrup from our own maple trees.
Breakfast was followed by more lectio and personal duties such as shaving, making beds, and so forth. A few of us used this time to catch up on our sleep, although this was strictly forbidden. During my entire two years as a Benedictine I never adapted to the official seven hour nights. Many people would consider seven hours a generous vacation from the toils of day. A few of the brothers never slept more than four. But I had always been a nine-hour man. In a pinch I could get by on eight, but seven was impossible. I seemed to need a lot of time for dreaming.
The mornings consisted of an hour or two of instruction -- mostly theology -- followed by an hour or two of work. Then came daily mass, at around 11:30. This was definitely the high point of the day for everybody. All a monk's suppressed libido is channeled into his participation in "the sacrifice of the mass." With heartfelt attention he relives the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus, and when he turns to embrace his brother during "the kiss of peace," the room is humming with charitable feeling. The cup is passed around, and large chunks of consecrated bread. (We used loaves of homemade bread, a practice which at that time was frowned upon by Rome, which still preferred "wafers".) God is imbibed and chewed and swallowed, and in the ensuing silence the affirmation of divine love is very strong, and almost childlike.
In spite of this ritual of love, some of the brothers still managed to dislike each other. Petty differences can loom very large in a human incubator. Unconscious complexes and neuroses -- even latent psychoses --take on an eerie intensity that is like physical sickness. If one or two men are going through a crisis, everybody goes through it with them.
By the same token, if one man makes a breakthrough in consciousness, it sends waves through the entire group. Everyone picks up on it, and even the animals seem to feel it. Fortunately, this positive "participation mystique" (a Jungian term, derived from anthropology, for collective identification) tends to predominate over the negative kind. Except in a few "difficult" cases, the neurotic complexes seemed to burn off as "heat."
After lunch there was a short "siesta." This was my favorite time of day, but not for the reason you might think. The fact was I tended to have some of my strongest visionary experiences during these midday naps. Just below the edge of sleep, when the ears could still hear the sounds in the room, the flux of images would often burst into that dimension of pure healing which is always present alongside the shape of our thoughts. Night dreams tended to be more informational, more structured. Nap dreams were like swimming in the blue Caribbean.
Siesta was followed by another interlude of chant, and then the major work period of the day began -- about five hours of uninterrupted physical labor. This could encompass a great variety of tasks, anything from baling hay and weeding vegetables to fixing the roof or going into town for supplies. Some of the older brothers worked at pottery and woodworking, but most of us did "chores." Since I was an experienced mechanic, I spent a good part of the time nursing the large number of machines that shared our reclusive existence. That and carpentry, at which I became fairly proficient.
During these silent work periods I became aware of a most extraordinary kind of cause and effect. Every time that I entertained a vindictive or angry thought, without exception, I would bang my head against something! On a few occasions it was as if an invisible hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off balance, so that my head struck an object as much as two feet away!
At 5:30 P.M. we showered, dressed, and gathered in the chapel for another lengthy session of chanting the songs of David. Then came dinner, dishwashing, and a half hour of "recreation" which consisted of sitting around talking and laughing in very boisterous fashion. After a few more psalms and a hymn to Mary, we were ready for bed.
And that's the way it went, with very little variation, every day for two years of my life. That was my gift to the Blessed Virgin for giving me a glimpse of her ecstatic majesty.

BIG DREAMS IN THE MONASTERY
The first dream that I can recall from my monastic period seemed to be a comment on religion. I include it here in full:
I am at home with my family. It is night. Suddenly the sky lights up. We run up to the roof to see a glowing cross stretching from horizon to horizon, and the words THE END OF THE WORLD written in blazing letters across the stars. The image of the crucified Christ appears on the cross, and the cross comes zooming down toward the earth. The stars begin to wink out, meteors flame across the heavens, and an amazing display of celestial phenomena sends the populations of earth into hysteria. My father goes back into the house to save his possessions. I recall the words of the gospel: "When that time comes the man on his housetop must not go down into his house to fetch anything." (Matt. 24:17)
Then mobs of people are roaming the streets, lost and afraid. "Where's Jesus?" they cry. "Has he come to take us with him? We saw him in the sky!" "He's in here!" others answer. "He's holding a meeting in town!" So my mother and brothers and I go to the meeting hall where Jesus and his apostles are speaking to the crowds. Jesus walks in and begins shaking hands. But something is amiss --when my turn comes to shake his hand I look directly into his eyes and realize at once that this is an imposter! I shout, "Hey, you're not Jesus!" Hissing and obscenities erupt from the mouths of Jesus and the apostles, their masks fall off, and they are revealed as Satan and his fallen angels! I wake up realizing the whole "end of the world" display was a satanic trick. Everyone was fooled because they knew only the religious cliches and literary images, but not the spirit.
("If anyone tells you at the time, 'Look, here is Christ,' or 'Look, there he is,' don't believe it! For false Christs and false prophets will arise and perform signs and wonders, to deceive, if possible, even God's chosen men!" -- Matthew 24:23)
For me, the message of the dream was this: The historical symbols and the written record of what was made manifest -- even the ceremonies and sacraments handed down by tradition -- all lend themselves to fraudulent use. None of the images are Christ, (who is only truly known in the Spirit). Nor can you be excused from real work in consciousness by performing the religious ceremonies and daily obeisances of a holy monk. That's a nice movie, and it can serve your transformation, but it's still a movie.
Looking back from today, I see that this dream which came at the beginning of my monastic career was already pointing to that time when I would again sever my relationship with formal religion. But on another level the dream was a scenario generated by a central dichotomy in my psyche -- the archetypal opposition between Christ and Satan, Light and Shadow. In 1966 the traditional Christian soul epic was still moving powerfully in me:
DREAM.  A stairway winds up to heaven. The stone steps are worn as if by a great many feet. On either side is an abyss from which smoke and sulphurous fumes issue. The cries of the damned can be heard below us, as we climb the long stair. "Many have slipped who tried to pass this way," says a voice. In the dream I know that I too might easily slip into the abyss and never reach the Eternal Kingdom. What a dream -- many have ascended to heaven, but many more have descended into the sulphurous darkness! Christianity divides the human race into the "saved" and the "damned," and this mythology is imprinted in us right down to the place where dreams emerge. Why this eternal opposition? Why this cosmic conflict between good and evil? Why this roaring black fire of hell that snuffs out the light of God's infinite love?
It was going to take me many years to realize that the answer to these questions lay in myself, for these dreams were a dramatic reflection of a war that existed entirely within my body and my psyche...but not in my innermost Spirit. However, to find (and become) that inmost Self, one had to pass directly through the mythology of the opposites:
DREAM.  I am standing in the choir singing with the other monks. There is a flash of light to my right. I turn and see a huge cross planted in the floor of the chapel. Jesus himself is nailed to this cross, bleeding and suffering incredibly, looking at me with eyes of greatest sorrow. My mind says, in the dream: do you see how it is, even now the Lord of Eternity suffers at the hands of man. The crucifixion is a reality which will continue to the end of time! The crucifixion is a symbol whose meaning is not exhausted by the shame that Christians feel for the murder of the Godman. Psychologically, crucifixion means coming to wholeness by taking the war of opposites (the four directions of the cross) upon oneself. As a symbol of conscious transformation through conscious death (sacrifice), crucifixion is surely a reality that must continue to the end of time.
But each of us resists our own crucifixion...and our real awakening beyond the opposites. A few nights later I had a dream that God was pushing into my heart, and I was resisting. I heard myself say, over and over, "I hate you! I hate you!"
By being made aware I still harbored deep reluctance, I began to surrender:
VISION.  A surge of light and music above me and to the left. I am dragged up out of my body into the divine effulgence so familiar from previous visions. Then the vision arcs in intensity until it bursts out of "vision" into unearthly reality. I am lying in a pool of light, and all around me invisible presences are laughing and talking to me -- "Elias! Hi, Elias! We're with you, Elias! See you soon, Elias!" Then another voice: "Have you ever seen an angel, Elias?!" An angel starts to appear, I feel greater energy and light surging into my body, too much for me to contain without dying, I snap completely awake, unable to breathe. About this time I read a book about Padre Pio, the Italian stigmatic. Padre Pio used to see the devil as a red-eyed dog who would snarl at him from outside his window! The good Padre was part of a venerable tradition of saints and martyrs who have lived the mythology of good vs. evil through concrete projections. The book provoked a dream:
DREAM.  My little female cat is being attacked by an enormous red-eyed wolf. As I approach, the cat leaps safely into my arms, and the wolf backs off snarling. I wake up with a feeling of power. The dark aspects of the psyche need to be handled carefully. As long as we identify with the unconscious mythology of light and darkness, there is real danger. It wasn't until years later, after exhaustively sifting the mindforms that surfaced in dreams, that I could truly know this vision of a red-eyed wolf as an "unconscious complex"...a psychic structure that with proper distillation would release its energy to consciousness.
As the Hindus say, "the snake becomes a rope...was it ever anything but a rope?" Over time powerful scenarios of light and darkness must inevitably transmute into direct cognition of a spiritual wholeness beyond the opposites.
"Was it ever anything but a rope?" Even then, while immersed in religious mythology, the great underlying Truth would, from time to time present itself -- (usually during the mid-day "siesta"):
VISION.  One afternoon I was taking a nap after dinner, dreams and jazz music were sluicing through my brain.  Suddenly a voice spoke very loudly next to my ear: "NOW THE SECRET OF LIFE WILL BE REVEALED." A hole opened up under me and I fell into it. It was a square dark hole, which got progressively lighter the deeper I fell. I fell quickly at first, then more slowly as the light thickened. Soon I was floating in the loving embrace of the Light, an intense rapture flooding my senses. The words "I need you!" echoed in me and around me.
There was progressive dissolution of form and quality as the light thickened. Images dissolved into light, dream dissolved into light, I dissolved into light, and this light was Consciousness itself. That is the secret of life.
We dwell in sketchy modulations of form and color. We live in the rind of being. And all of this is permeable to the Light, because it is solidified out of the Light, and all of this is fated to be dissolved in the Light. In the beginning and in the end we are nothing but Light, and that Light is Consciousness, the Light of Life Itself. That Light is being and life, and the fullness of Life Itself. That Light is our eternal samadhi (a Hindu word for divine absorption, or ecstatic communion with God).
All images and all dramas of the opposites, both in dreams and daily living, express a single unconditional "substance" which is consciousness itself. Thus Consciousness, as Light, transcends the mind of "light and darkness".
Such experiences would "dissolve" me, and for a few days I would walk around transported. The other brothers would notice and I would receive lots of smiles and nods.
Then my mind would resolidify, and new crystalline structures would form, new dreams of conflict would emerge:
DREAM.  New York is destroyed by atomic bombs. Standing on our hilltop we can see the mushroom cloud rising above the southern horizon. The light becomes very intense. The other monks and I hide behind pillars, and the pink light blasts by us, vaporizing everything it touches (except the pillars, fortunately).
VISION.  I am walking on a road that leads into the forest. Suddenly a circular chasm opens next to the road. Cautiously I approach the edge of the pit and peer over. I am gazing into a fathomless dark deep, and I am thinking of all my ecstatic falling dreams. I recall Rilke's words: "to love is not to rise but to fall!" At that moment I hear the clatter of hoofbeats coming along the road out of the forest. I raise my eyes and see a spectral being on a black horse galloping toward me. He is moving with the speed of the wind, and his aura is of stupendous and irresistible power. I know at once that nothing in the universe can impede or resist this onrushing power. As the horse thunders by, its flank brushes me lightly, and I fall head over heels into the abyss.  I wake up quaking with fright. What's so different about this descensus from all my other glorified tumbles? Why was there no hint of luminous supporting depths waiting to receive me? For a long time I thought this dream meant that I was going to undergo physical death at a young age. I took this horseman to be the Lord of Death himself, on his daily journey around the world.

MY SECOND GREAT TEACHER
A monastery is a utopian community that works because it is founded on the law of sacrifice, selflessness, and surrender to God. Furthermore, all hope is invested in an elsewhere, a dream of another world, a heaven beyond the wall of death where Christ is king and where beatitude and exaltation are the soul's eternal state.
Repelled by the Shadow of man -- his lust, greed, murderousness and lying --the monk joins a social agreement which makes a great nothingness of the world and focuses all attention on prayerful and meditative communion the perfection of Christ.
Unfortunately this act of abnegation doesn't really free the monk from sharing in the darkness of humanity. His blood and flesh are still woven into the psycho-physical being of the whole human race. He may dissociate his mind from the complexes and compulsions that rule the world, but all of these shadowy and regressive forces are still at play in him.
I know -- for two years I lived in the company of saints, and in those two years I saw a group of basically ordinary men behave much as ordinary men do everywhere. There was ego, there was jealousy, there was deception, at times there was even hatred. There was power-tripping, arrogance, and once in a great while there was violence. In short, all of the benign qualities which monks put on like a uniform were fully complemented in their behavior by devilish opposites.
The worst of it was that no one knew quite how to deal with this situation. One could suppress a moment of rage or repress a lustful thought, but sure as hell it would rear its head again later with renewed strength. One could confess one's sins to a father-priest and then, heart filled with forgiveness, take the body and blood of the Lord into one's entrails. These symbolic activities seemed to keep everything under control, but by no means did they resolve the war between Christ and the devil. If anything, they accentuated it.
The whole monastic enterprise, as I now see it, was based on a misconception, a faulty view of reality. For one thing, the Church and her ministers have never had a handle on consciousness itself as the primary reality. Churchmen have, over the centuries, taken the various dramatic manifestations of psychic energy as real in themselves -- and therefore opposable, destructible, and subject to legislation.
Christians have, for instance, never fully understood that Christ and the devil are two aspects of a unified field, "two sons of one Father," the right hand and left hand of God. Christian saints, therefore, have seldom acknowledged the fact that the devil is an unconscious aspect of themselves, a free body of psychic energy whose autonomy is granted and perpetuated by our false idea of what we are. Empirically, we remain victims of the mythology of opposites because our narrowly circumscribed ego puts 98% of reality into the "unconscious."
The situation in the Christian churches and monasteries is aggravated at present by an undercurrent of suspicion of all things mystical. It is more or less explicitly denied that the spirit of God can, in these days, fill man with revelation and Divine Light. The prophets and saints are legendary (therefore unreal). Our communication with the Spirit must be indirect, mediated by the body politic, the sacraments, and the priesthood.
When men who try to describe holy dreams and visions are dismissed as deluded, one can only suppose that the institutional church has a deep doubt about its own relationship to God, and a profound absence of the knowledge available for millennia in the East. In spite of all the fashionable talk about "Pentecostal Catholicism," the embarrassed laugh and the impolite dismissal were the only acknowledgements I ever received when I dared to tell my superiors of my visions.
Early on in my monastic career I ventured to tell a spiritual dream I had had the night before to the prior of the monastery (who was also my confessor). He laughed and said straight out, "What do you think, that you have a direct pipeline to God?" After that, I kept my experiences to myself.
Fortunately there was one other monk who shared my encounters with "private revelation." He was Hugh McKiernan, an older man, a former Trappist Abbot who had learned, even as a Trappist, to keep his mouth shut about his inner life.
I am not sure how we discovered our mutuality, but soon after he arrived as the monastery, Hugh and I opened our hearts to each other. He was a powerful influence on me, reinforcing my faith in spiritual intuition, and reinforcing my disrespect for ecclesiastical authority. After Jung, this man was my second true teacher. He taught me that mystical knowledge is free and sufficient unto itself. It has no need to prove itself to the ignorant. It has no need to seek rapprochement with its mockers or presumed "authorities".
My friendship with Hugh transformed the dullness of monastic life into an experience of a very high order. If circumstances had not conspired to draw both of us back into the world, we would probably still be there today, sharing our secret love and knowledge of God. I remember many occasions when we would walk together to lonely places in the forest, and sit on rocks or fallen logs and share our most recent visions.
At these times Hugh would be overcome with waves of Divine Love as he recounted his most precious secrets to me...and then we would sit in silence, enveloped by a peace that was like the descent of Heaven.
Hugh seemed to look forward to death...even long for it. He was fifty-seven when I first met him, in 1965. After we both left monastic life we stayed in touch for a number of years. I haven't seen him since 1976, although from time to time we still meet in dreams. Surely he rests with God today, for if he were still alive he would be over ninety-years-old.
[Hugh McKiernan did pass away, in the 1990s. There used to be a tribute site to him on the internet, but now the only references I find are to his correspondence with his fellow Trappist Thomas Merton, whom he knew as a friend.]

SAN FRANCISCO
In the summer of 1967 one of my uncles who lived in New York fell ill. My father was planning to visit him, and in an extraordinary gesture from my superiors, I was allowed to go along.
This uncle was a World War II veteran who had lived on a disability pension ever since the war. Life for him consisted of sitting in front of a television eating junk food and drinking endless bottles of Coca Cola. After twenty years of this he collapsed and began to die.
We stayed in New York for a week, speaking sadly with the other relatives. And I managed to do a turn around the Lower East Side, dropping in on my friends who were still madly tapping their typewriters and storming the walls of success.
I met my old girlfriend there too, the one who had lived with the guitar maker who had killed somebody in a bar fight. By chance she was in town for a few days, visiting from San Francisco, where she was now going to school. A meeting between us in Tompkins Square Park was a deciding factor in my decision to abandon the Rule of Saint Benedict.
I remember the incident clearly, we were sitting on a bench on the east side of the park, facing west. I kept looking in her eyes and wondering how they could be so lifeless, so dull and pinched. She told me she had been taking a lot of LSD, and it had left her feeling confused, although she had enjoyed the "trips." That seemed to explain the dark eyes. There was nothing at all of the communion we had shared two years before.
I felt terribly sorry for her, wondering if there was any way I could help her. She behaved as if I was a priest-confessor, and told me some of her experiences with men since last we'd met. They sounded mindless and degrading. I thought to myself, well, it's good enough that I left all this behind, the world is going straight to hell. LSD and sexual promiscuity are not the way to God.
We stood up and walked through the park. It was time for her to catch a bus to the airport and the flight back to San Francisco. As we were about to part, we turned and embraced and then kissed. I looked into her eyes one last time. At that moment the top of my head dissolved and I was the whole spiritual realm peering down through the body and eyes of Elias into the soul of this lost young woman. Every ounce of samadhi I'd ever felt was right there, I was it, I was boundless consciousness stretching out in all directions and focused through the body of a twenty-six year old man.
She must have felt it too, in her own way, for when I returned to the monastery, we began corresponding, and they were the kind of letters that draw two people into a love relationship. My mind had returned to "normal," but now the promise of the dream I'd had years before, in which our marriage had released an influx of divine power, dangled before me as a very real possibility. That among numerous other signs and portents (including strongly directive dreams) made me quickly opt for a return to the world.
One very interesting experience I recall: It was our custom to have one of the brothers read aloud to the others during meals. On this day it was my turn, and as I recall, I was reading from a book of stories and sayings of the "Desert Fathers", the early Christian hermits. As I read I raised my eyes, and off to the side I got a momentary glimpse of an old man standing watching me. He was dark skinned, long-haired, and wore the white garments of an Indian holy man. I looked back at the book and read the next sentence of the story: "You must leave this place, my son, for I have other work for you to do."
If I had any remaining doubts about whether to leave the monastery, in that moment my destiny was sealed.
So at the end of 1967, like a lonely migratory bird, I left my holy brothers in the wilds of Vermont and returned to my poet brothers in the jungles of New York City. There I found work in a restaurant and began to accumulate money for my journey to San Francisco. There I unpacked my typewriter and laid the foundations of a new three-foot pile of manuscripts.
During my two years of silence and reflection, the world had become a giddy place. LSD and marijuana were now the staple recreation of youth, and a wild new culture had burst into bloom. I let my hair grow, bought a 1958 Dodge, overhauled its transmission, and headed West.

"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-