<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967</id><updated>2011-09-30T23:13:21.689+05:30</updated><category term='Ramana Maharshi'/><category term='t'/><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Effortlessness'/><category term='J Krishnamurti'/><category term='frydman'/><category term='Authority'/><category term='Guruvachaka kovai'/><category term='Tao Te Ching'/><category term='death'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='Arunachala'/><category term='Awareness'/><category term='Three States'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Self-attentiveness'/><category term='Sensitivity'/><category term='desire'/><category term='Devotion'/><category term='Silence'/><category term='state of mind'/><category term='zen'/><category term='video'/><category term='realisation'/><category term='unhappiness'/><category term='Omkara'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Aksharamanamalai'/><category term='miracles'/><category term='Gita'/><category term='Links to other masters'/><category term='Basho'/><category term='guru'/><category term='modern gurus'/><category term='Abidance'/><category term='The Absolute'/><category term='judaism'/><category term='vivekachudamani'/><category term='Japa'/><category term='Buddhism'/><category term='links'/><category term='mysticism'/><category term='offbeat'/><category term='The distractive mind'/><category term='Practice'/><category term='Ramana- videos'/><category term='Self-enquiry'/><category term='The world as projection'/><category term='Ribhu Gita'/><title type='text'>Wending A Way Home</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog with links</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6909761260257664221</id><published>2011-01-02T00:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:13:39.662+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guruvachaka kovai'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>David Godman translates Muruganar's Guruvachaka kovai, verse 796 thus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There is no fortune greater than peace; there is no force greater than peace; there is no excellent tapas greater than peace; there is no immortal life greater than living in peace.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original verse reads-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;அமைதியின் மேற்பட் டாக்கமு மில்லை &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;அமைதியின் மேற்பட் டூக்கமும் மில்லை &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;அமைதியின் மேற்பட் டருந்தவ மில்லை &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;அமைதியின் மேற்பட் டமரவாழ் வின்றே.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The translation is close and accurate, though i feel a short discussion of two particular words would of more help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tamil word, - மேற்பட்டு (maerpattu),  reads more like above, better than, superior to, greater, and so on. I would have liked to see  'superior to' used here, but the usage of 'greater than' takes nothing away from the meaning of this verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tamil word, ஆக்கம் (aakkam),  stands for create, build, construct and so on- I don't think the fortune that is mentioned in, "There is no fortune greater than peace" is random- it is earned, built up through one's own efforts (though the results of our effort is not in our hands, but comes through Grace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the next line, ஊக்கம் (ookkam), is translated as force, thus- " there is no force greater than peace". But in common usage, it more or less means motivation, enthusiasm, the something force that inspires us to act. Again, there is nothing wrong in Godman's translation, but when you see that this peace is referred to as no ordinary force,  but an inspiring force- then our understanding is better enhanced, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the first two lines of this verse means is that we can't ever make anything that is better than peace- it will be our greatest fortune and legacy. And nothing can inspire us better than peace: so in a manner of speaking, peace is the way and the goal, seed and the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this comes through Godman's translation, though, but still I think, a bit of close reading helps us get the importance of what it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6909761260257664221?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6909761260257664221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6909761260257664221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6909761260257664221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-2700286851709470045</id><published>2010-10-14T05:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-14T05:45:28.219+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arunachala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramana- videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramana Maharshi'/><title type='text'>Arunachala</title><content type='html'>Breathtaking visuals Extraordinary clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6axX6pr_wc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6axX6pr_wc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-2700286851709470045?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2700286851709470045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/10/arunachala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2700286851709470045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2700286851709470045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/10/arunachala.html' title='Arunachala'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3284599903912012091</id><published>2010-04-29T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:49:17.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pledging Allegiance to the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sacredvoid.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/pledging-allegiance-to-my-heart/"&gt;Pledging Allegiance To My Heart. « Intimacy with the Abyss&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have been asking the question; ‘Who am I?’, not as idle speculation but as Ramana Maharishi describes it. As a way of re- identifying with my true self, my heart, with the divine. It is a path to enlightenment. It is the path of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make a life changing vow to myself in haste. But the resistance to it is falling away. There is nothing of value in these falsehoods and illusions. Do I have the courage then to trust my true self and pledge myself to the path of my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to read when someone takes to the path of self-enquiry in a crisis, when faced with problems that seems to be personality bound in nature. The author of this blog has written, in an earlier passage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There are so many falsehoods wrapped around me, I have held them close like old friends to shield me from being hurt by life. But the shield keeps everything away, leaving me disconnected and separate from everyone else. They keep at bay the pain of fear, rejection and anger but they also block the hope of true intimacy with others. They have left me craving, lost and alone…. I am numbed while behind these shields, disconnected and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confronted with making a pledge of allegiance to my heart, to the true self within, to the divine void, I balked."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to pray to Bhagavan to be a safe harbour and bring light to this person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3284599903912012091?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sacredvoid.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/pledging-allegiance-to-my-heart/' title='Pledging Allegiance to the Heart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3284599903912012091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/pledging-allegiance-to-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3284599903912012091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3284599903912012091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/pledging-allegiance-to-heart.html' title='Pledging Allegiance to the Heart'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-238934819498153302</id><published>2010-04-28T11:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:05:49.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sri Ramana Maharshi at Ivory Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sanord-sud.blogspot.com/2010/04/obseques-du-president-de-lunjci-criwa.html"&gt;SANOU Amadou: Obsèques du président de l’Unjci : Criwa Zéli inhumé, ce matin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pour cet homme d’exception, nous pensons comme Ramana Maharshi, philosophe et mystique hindou, que là où il se trouve, il « est heureux ». Satisfait d’avoir marqué le paysage médiatique ivoirien d’une tache indélébile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a blog at Ivory Coast, I read it through Google Translate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The president of the National Union of Journalists of Côte d'Ivoire (UNJCI), Zelia CRIW Paulin, who died last February 2, will today at 11 am, his last journey. A departure from the land of men for the spirit world. Before this final flight, a lifting body will take place at 9am at Ivosep at Treichville. Followed by a requiem mass at Notre Dame de l'Assomption of Kumasi. After having given the CRIW soul to God, that his body will be taken to the municipal cemetery in Williamsville. For this exceptional man, we agree with Ramana Maharshi, a Hindu mystic and philosopher, that where he is, he is "happy". Satisfied to have marked the Ivorian media landscape an indelible stain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see Sri Ramana Maharshi's life and teachings reach far and wide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-238934819498153302?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/238934819498153302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/sanou-amadou-obseques-du-president-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/238934819498153302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/238934819498153302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/sanou-amadou-obseques-du-president-de.html' title='Sri Ramana Maharshi at Ivory Coast'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7858788712163792392</id><published>2010-04-27T19:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:46:38.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Blog of a different kind</title><content type='html'>I don't know how quotes of this kind belong to the blog titled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carinsuranceforstudentslouisiana.net/3726/beyond-words-9/"&gt;Car Insurance for Students in Louisiana&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RAMADAS –“First a person should learn to lead a life of righteousness, discharge one’s duties to self and neighbours and then think of the other (spiritual) side of life. One who strives to establish &amp;gt;Dharma is alone a godly person.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMANA MAHARISHI – “When you turn the mind inwards. God manifests as the inner consciousness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMANA MAHARISHI –“For the faithful, the work lies within, not without.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAMANA MAHARISHI –“Mind is consciousness which has put on limitations. You are originally unlimited and perfect. Later you take on limitations and become the mind.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, and quite good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7858788712163792392?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://carinsuranceforstudentslouisiana.net/3726/beyond-words-9/' title='A Blog of a different kind'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7858788712163792392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-of-different-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7858788712163792392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7858788712163792392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-of-different-kind.html' title='A Blog of a different kind'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1735179032546061454</id><published>2010-04-19T09:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:02:03.645+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Thoreau's Contemplative Manner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thoreau's powers of observation are amazing: I say this not just from looking at his wonderful writing- here is a quote from a farmer who saw Thoreau do something amazing:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;""Why one morning I went out in my field across there to the river, and there, beside that little old mud pond, was standing&amp;nbsp;Da-a-vid Henry, and he wasn't doin' nothin' but just standin' there--lookin' at that pond, and when I came back at noon, there he was standin' with his hands behind him just lookin' down into that pond, and after dinner when I come back again if there wasn'tDa-a-vid standin' there just like as if he had been there all day, gazin' down into thatpond, and I stopped and looked at him and I says, 'Da-a-vid Henry, what air you a'doin'?' And he didn't turn his head and he didn't look at me. He kept on lookin' down at that pond, and he said, as if he was thinkin' about the stars in the heavens, 'Mr. Murray, I'm a-studyin'--the habits--of the bullfrog!' And there that darned fool had been standin'--the livelong day--a-studyin'--the habits--of the bull-frog!" (Quoted in Mrs. Daniel Chester French,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Memories of a Sculptor's Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, 1928)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.semcoop.com/book/9781590173213" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thoreau's journals from NYRB Classics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Ivebeenreadinglately/~3/lioscr2TQqk/all-that-is-required-in-studying-them.html" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All that is required in studying them is patience," or, On youthful enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1735179032546061454?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1735179032546061454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoreaus-contemplative-manner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1735179032546061454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1735179032546061454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoreaus-contemplative-manner.html' title='Thoreau&apos;s Contemplative Manner'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3470996689303314033</id><published>2010-03-28T16:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:35:13.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>Machu Picch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:80_-_Machu_Picchu_-_Juin_2009_-_edit.jpg"&gt;80 - Machu Picchu - Juin 2009 - edit.jpg [POTD for March 28 from commons.wikimedia.org]&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:80_-_Machu_Picchu_-_Juin_2009_-_edit.jpg" title="80 - Machu Picchu - Juin 2009 - edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="80 - Machu Picchu - Juin 2009 - edit.jpg" border="0" height="390" 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/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3470996689303314033?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3470996689303314033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/machu-picch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3470996689303314033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3470996689303314033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/machu-picch.html' title='Machu Picch'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1181874863835088514</id><published>2010-03-27T13:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:01:47.591+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>What is non duality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nonduality.org/2010/03/26/what-is-the-secret-to-understanding-nonduality/"&gt;What is the secret to understanding nonduality? « Nonduality Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;where, Jerry Katz, citing a question in "Yahoo Answers", writes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"What is the “secret” to understanding non-duality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Everything appears to our senses to be dual here, hot &amp;amp; cold, light &amp;amp; dark, male &amp;amp; female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Yet many speak of Oneness &amp;amp; Unity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; What understanding bridges the gap?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought of making a comment there, or at the Yahoo site: but my answer is not likely to be appreciated anywhere- so this is the place for it to be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is this verse in Bhagavad Gita, verse 2: 14, which goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;matra-sparsas tu kaunteya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitosna-sukha-duhkha-dah&lt;br /&gt;agamapayino 'nityas&lt;br /&gt;tams titiksasva bharata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the contacts of the organs with the objects are the    producers of cold and heat, happiness and sorrow. They have a beginning and    an end, (and) are transient. Bear them, O descendant of Bharata&lt;/b&gt;."-&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;    Chapter 2:14 of Bhagvad Gita -&lt;a href="http://www.bharatadesam.com/spiritual/bhagavad_gita/bhagavad_gita_sankara_bhashya_2.php"&gt; "The Path Of Knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharatadesam.com/spiritual/bhagavad_gita/bhagavad_gita_sankara_bhashya_2.php"&gt;" Commentary    by Sri Adi Sankaracharya, Translated by Swami Gambhirananda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think this is the key to understanding non-duality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In his commentary, Sri Sankaracharya says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matra-sparsah,      the contacts of the organs with objects; are sita-usna-sukha-duhkha-dah, producers      of cold, heat, happiness and sorrow. Matrah means those by which are marked      off (measured up) sounds etc., i.e. the organs of hearing etc. The sparsah,      contacts, of the organs with sound etc. are matra-sparsah. Or, sparsah means      those which are contacted, i.e. objects, viz sound etc. Matra-sparsah, the      organs and objects, are the producers of cold, heat, happiness and sorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word Matra indicates sense organs, because, it is the sense organs that contact objects: this is the commonly understood meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp; take the words matra-sparsah: measurement-contact or even, contact-measurement: when you connect with the instruments of measurement, heat, cold, happiness and sorrow happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not merely the fact that the skin touches this hot object that I feel scalding heat, which is not the same as freezing cold. In other conditions, the heat won't be felt so intensely as I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, consider this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are able to judge of the difference in temperature of bodies which come in contact with our skin. Since our sensations have no accurate standard for comparison, we are unable to form any exact conception of the absolute temperature of the substances we feel. The sensation of heat or cold, derived from the skin itself, without its coming into contact with anything but air of moderate temperature, varies with many circumstances, and because of these variations the powers of judgment of high or low temperature must be imperfect.. The skin feels hot when its &lt;a href="http://chestofbooks.com/health/physiology/Manual/Blood-Vessels.html"&gt;blood vessels&lt;/a&gt; are full; it feels cold when they are comparatively empty. An object of constant temperature can thus give the impression of being hot or cold according as the skin itself is full or empty of warm blood. But, independent of any very material change in the blood supply of the cutaneous surface of a part, any change in the temperature of its surroundings causes a sensation of change of temperature, which is, however, a purely relative judgment. Thus, if the hand be placed in cold water, we have at first the sensation of cold; to which, however, the skin of the hand soon becomes accustomed and no longer feels cold; if, now, the hand be placed in water somewhat warmer - but not higher in temperature than the atmosphere - we have a feeling of warmth. If the hand be placed in as hot water as the skin can bear, it feels at first unpleasantly hot, but this feeling soon passes away and the sensation is comfortable. If from this hot water it be placed again in the water of the air temperature, this - which before felt warm - feels very cold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-  &lt;a href="http://chestofbooks.com/health/physiology/Manual/Temperature-Sense.html"&gt;"A Manual Of Physiology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://chestofbooks.com/health/physiology/Manual/Temperature-Sense.html"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Without prior knowledge, and judgment based on comparing the present experience and measuring it against past knowledge, there is no duality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I'd say that the secret to understanding non-duality lies in finding the extent to which we understand the process of measurement: that of the past with present, knowledge with experience, and idea with actuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1181874863835088514?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1181874863835088514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-secret-to-understanding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1181874863835088514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1181874863835088514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-secret-to-understanding.html' title='What is non duality?'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6899695015552375071</id><published>2010-03-22T08:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:21:54.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>TA - Thinkers Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is hilarious, so I borrowed it from Michael James' Blog: I think this passage deserves to stand alone, so I copy and post it here: hope Michael James and Anonymous don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happinessofbeing.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-sitting-shikantaza-and-choiceless.html?showComment=1269147236638#c6405096845793561708"&gt;TA - Thinkers Anonymous It started out innocently ...&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time. I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's. I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. He said, " I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me a lot to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But, Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!" "That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker Anonymous poster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---------------------------------------"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6899695015552375071?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6899695015552375071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-thinkers-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6899695015552375071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6899695015552375071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-thinkers-anonymous.html' title='TA - Thinkers Anonymous'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7971434326257089720</id><published>2010-03-19T18:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:35:04.255+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?: A Journey Towards the Light</title><content type='html'>The light of advaita: by a devotee attracted to Sathya Sai Baba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the 80s, I was extremely busy at work, running a 'syndicate',  becoming a partner and then helping to create a new insurance club for &lt;a href="http://lawfordherry.blogspot.com/2007/11/herry-at-thomas-miller-co-ltd-1967-2006.html"&gt;Thomas  Miller&lt;/a&gt;, and had little time for recreational reading. But towards  the end of the decade when the new business was established I  encountered &lt;a href="http://whoamiadvaita.blogspot.com/2009/10/nisargadatta-maharaj-1897-1981.html"&gt;'I  Am That'&lt;/a&gt; on the coffee table of my dear friend on the day we first  met, and devoured it. It was the purest expression of advaita thought I  had ever read and it immediately reawakened in me the 'seeing' and  'knowing' of those earlier years. It seemed to instil a more acute  perception even in the business world and most strikingly I found that I  knew what people were going to say before they said it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whoamiadvaita.blogspot.com/2010/03/aa-diary.html"&gt;Who Am I?: A Journey Towards the Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7971434326257089720?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://whoamiadvaita.blogspot.com/2010/03/aa-diary.html' title='Who Am I?: A Journey Towards the Light'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7971434326257089720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-am-i-journey-towards-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7971434326257089720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7971434326257089720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-am-i-journey-towards-light.html' title='Who Am I?: A Journey Towards the Light'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5772243554975326244</id><published>2010-03-16T07:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:10:07.482+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><title type='text'>The Swine Come Home</title><content type='html'>I liked this post for the usual reason, if you've read this blog  already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;"Friday in  the late afternoon the first 5 pigs arrived in the back of our  pick up. &amp;nbsp;Adam drove 5 hours south to Williams OR to pick up the  piglets from Full Circle Bison Ranch, where Tobias Hatfield is  experimenting with heritage swine raised organically and following  Swedish farrowing practices. &amp;nbsp;They are the much anticipated cross of two  heritage breeds; &amp;nbsp;a Tamworth sow crossed with a Large Black boar. &amp;nbsp;The  tamworths are good mothers and an excellent (dare I say the best) bacon  pig available because the meat is lean and red in color, and has  tremendous flavor, fast growing for a heritage breed, and good foragers.  &amp;nbsp;The large blacks are slower growing and tend to be lardy when bred  pure so should add perfect marbling as a cross, love grazing by the  mouthful, and are docile. &amp;nbsp;Should be a prodigal combination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;"In spite of  all my meditations over the years on the &amp;nbsp;non-duality of the  universe, it’s often hard for me to keep this connection at the grocery  store. &amp;nbsp;The package of Niman Ranch bacon now has a face living in my  barn, something I love. &amp;nbsp;Here on the farm interconnection is part of  everyday life, reminding me of some Mary Oliver line about how love  essentially is paying attention. &amp;nbsp;Doing chores, taking care of the lives  here, is helping me to pay attention. &amp;nbsp;It’s not that I don’t want to  eat meat, but to be more reverent and frugal of the lives I take to  provide for my own. &amp;nbsp;I did my customary time as a vegetarian during  college years but who knows, this animal farming could have that effect  on me. &amp;nbsp;It’s like Adam’s dad Pete, lifelong farmer, LOVES chickens, I  mean he loves his girls – and just can’t find an appetite for eating  their meat. &amp;nbsp;There’s another childhood story of midwest chicken farming,  maybe we can coax out of Pete, that reinforces his preference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://sunnysideroad.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/swine/"&gt;COMING  HOME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started out, I thought I'd like blogs that discussed the  philosophy of advaita and the process of enlightenment, but being what I  am, I've ended up looking for posts from ordinary people going on with  their ordinary lives with the glimmering light of non duality at the  heart of their being: now aware, and then lost, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5772243554975326244?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5772243554975326244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/swine-come-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5772243554975326244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5772243554975326244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/03/swine-come-home.html' title='The Swine Come Home'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8787851977986757650</id><published>2010-02-27T11:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:59:38.845+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><title type='text'>An Accidental Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/26/war-and-conscience/"&gt;War and Conscience - Opinionator Blog - NYTimes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this seems to resonate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I was sitting in Applebee’s with my wife when she asked me what I was  thinking about. All I could say was my thoughts revolved around one  thought: What if I was dead and just did not know it? We’d just sort of  kept going even though we were blown up that day the captain screamed  “Oh my God, look out!!” We weren’t blown up … but maybe we were, and I  just didn’t accept it. Every day it is the same…  &lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my wife and young daughter; they make my life worth  living everyday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; — &lt;a href="http://community.nytimes.com/comments/opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/22/distant-wars-constant-ghosts/?permid=143#comment143"&gt;Posted  by 1st Sgt. Bruce L. Reges (Ret.)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This seems like something straight out of Yoga Vasishta- but I've often felt it would be this way if I ever met with an accident: there would be some pain and anguish, but then it would clear up and I would continue with the 'life' I am presented with.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8787851977986757650?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8787851977986757650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/accidental-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8787851977986757650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8787851977986757650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/accidental-life.html' title='An Accidental Life'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-474056269778931993</id><published>2010-02-24T21:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:14:47.874+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern gurus'/><title type='text'>A note on writing about nonduality</title><content type='html'>This suggestion by Jerry Katz at&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://nonduality.org/2010/02/22/a-tip-for-publishing-your-nonduality-book/"&gt;Nonduality Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is meant for writers who wish to have their books lpublished, but applies to bloggers as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"The audience for nonduality books is layered like an onion. There is  the “very hard core nonduality” layer , the “hard core,” the medium  core, the soft core layer, etc. &lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to give examples of each layer, but if you’re writing a  book on nonduality I’m sure you have your own impressions. You can  define each layer by the kinds of books, media, personalities, and  lifestyles with which it is identified.&lt;br /&gt;"Your book will sell throughout all those layers, but the huge  audience is outside the onion altogether, drawing its fumes..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should learn not to be too picky about this, but instead understand the audience that these books/ bloggers address, and appreciate their writing in that context. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-474056269778931993?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/474056269778931993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-on-writing-about-nonduality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/474056269778931993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/474056269778931993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-on-writing-about-nonduality.html' title='A note on writing about nonduality'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-349158775575692479</id><published>2010-02-17T09:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:15:16.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern gurus'/><title type='text'>Communicating the Truth...</title><content type='html'>A bit of a snarky post - quoting out of context and all that- but this should intrigue you to go and read the whole post, I hope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I came across a spiritual internet tv station called conscious tv and I looked at some of the interviews of spiritual people that were on there.  I understood absolutely everything that was being spoken about.  Some of the speakers resonated with me more than others.  But throughout all of them my loudest thought was that I can speak just as well and with the credibility of having had a powerful experience during which I transcended duality and touched the non-dual....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"After listening to about six people being interviewed on this tv station and convinced that if I could get an interview that it would expand my profile and my visibility, I wrote a careful, articulate, grounded letter to the contact person on the website.  I explained about the experience I had on the meditation retreat where I transcended duality and how my consciousness has expanded as a result and I explained about my book and told him that it was being translated into Hindi and Gujerati.  He replied promptly and asked me to send him a copy of my book and he would have a look at it and give me an answer.  Delighted and confident I sent a copy of the book to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Late last night I got a response saying that he had received the book and that I didn’t appear to be a suitable interviewee for conscious tv!!!!  This completely stunned me as I can’t see how I wouldn’t have been. I could have spoken on either non-duality or consciousness two topics on which interviews were held. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"....All of this has made me wonder what is it about the way I speak about the spiritual path that has experienced people in the field not want to interview me.  There is a lot of money made from spirituality or to be more precise the wooliness and vagueness with which it is characterised.  This vagueness contributes to its mystery and to the allure of something else…the holy grail which is a very lucrative market...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't get the impression that the blogger is looking for money-&lt;b&gt; that is not the case if you read the whole post&lt;/b&gt;. I quote these particular passages because I find them interesting: the non-dual experience, the desire to communicate it, and then the frustration of not being able to get across because of the situation in the materialistic world, etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is here at &lt;a href="http://www.whatlieswithin.co.uk/?p=59"&gt;Margaret Dempsey's Blog &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-349158775575692479?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/349158775575692479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/communicating-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/349158775575692479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/349158775575692479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/communicating-truth.html' title='Communicating the Truth...'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6566240649552081</id><published>2010-02-17T09:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:01:26.069+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappiness'/><title type='text'>A Disorder of a New Kind</title><content type='html'>This is a new one: &lt;a href="http://nonduality-mandi.blogspot.com/2010/02/p-n-d-d-or-post-non-duality-depression.html"&gt;PNDD (Post Non-Duality Depression)&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are no separate beings there is only BEING but in the appearance, Oneness has many ‘faces’ to it - or facets - like the facets reflected in a diamond. One facet of Being could be your dog – another, your chairs and tables, another, your neighbour, and another facet is an apparent ‘you’ etc. And this is the TRUTH of what we are – we are all God – this is our essential BEING. For this reason, it is true that nothing we do, think or say really matters or has any importance, as it cannot change the way things are. And since we are all God whether we realise it or not, it simply doesn’t matter whether this is ‘seen’ or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HOWEVER - when some people hear this, they get stuck at the ‘nothing really matters’ bit, and then fall into a pit of depression and even despair in some cases, because they have missed the point entirely. They will often say things like : ‘I use to love music but now I don’t because there’s no point to it.’ - or: ‘ I use to love my work which was helping people, but since there aren’t any people, there’s no point any more’ - or ‘ I’ve become a recluse because I can’t see the point in talking to people because everything they say is so trivial’ , and most commonly: ‘ I can’t talk to my partner any more because they just don’t understand about Nonduality’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6566240649552081?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6566240649552081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/disorder-of-new-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6566240649552081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6566240649552081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/disorder-of-new-kind.html' title='A Disorder of a New Kind'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-2148365610571334741</id><published>2010-02-16T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:40:17.617+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern gurus'/><title type='text'>Video (PremDass)</title><content type='html'>An interesting video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DxpJLEHckM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DxpJLEHckM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The info at YouTube gives-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tonight, right now, at 11:11 pm, on Valentine's Day...this Day of Love...I offer my body, mind, and spirit to God to do as It pleases. Today, I commit to being a Non-Duality (Advaita) Monk. Today, I commit to Realizing the Truth of my Being. I use this Lifetime to go to God. I use this Lifetime in order to find out who and what I really am. I surrender to Freedom, to Life, to Truth and to Love! May I always love and serve the One with the Totality of my Being and may I love my neighbor as my Self. Thy will be done unto and through me...now, forever, and always. God bless you. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site of PremDass is&lt;a href="http://www.premdaas.com/"&gt; http://www.PremDaas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-2148365610571334741?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2148365610571334741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/video-premdass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2148365610571334741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2148365610571334741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/video-premdass.html' title='Video (PremDass)'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4965116062427876688</id><published>2010-02-16T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:42:06.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>The Sannyasi who means Business</title><content type='html'>Fashion designer Christian Fabre, born in Beziers in France arrives in Chennai in 1971 to source leather for a Franco-Belgian  company; he loses his job and wife, left penniless, survives on leftover food and discarded cigarettes; a chance meeting leads to better circumstances, and now a chastened man, Fabre reads of Ramakrishna. The turning point comes when he meets a limbless mahant, who becomes his guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""He spoke of non-duality, that every human being is as important as the other. You are part of the brahman or the ultimate, which is the all-pervading energy. Everything that exists is the same one thing, brahman. This awareness makes life much easier because it brings everyone down to one plane,” says Fabre, who has now become a sannyasin, having been initiated by the mahant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a succesful businessman, his "Christian Fabre Textiles Pvt Ltd" caters to around 20 global brands, Christian Fabre clothes himself in saffron, the clothes of a Sannyasi, except for ten days every year, which he spends nude in his ashram as Kolli Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full story is at &lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/News/News-By-Company/Corporate-Trends/The-monk-who-makes-a-living-out-of-fashion/articleshow/5578168.cms?curpg=1"&gt;The Economic Times&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4965116062427876688?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4965116062427876688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/sannyasi-who-means-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4965116062427876688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4965116062427876688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/sannyasi-who-means-business.html' title='The Sannyasi who means Business'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5181425619661334202</id><published>2010-02-15T19:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:23:03.429+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state of mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A Different Frame of Mind</title><content type='html'>The nature of personality is puzzling, no matter what we read: I think unless we figure it out for ourselves, this will remain so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But different states of mind, such as that of Asperger’s syndrome throw some light on the fact that the givens of our experience are not what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found an article that discusses  &lt;a href="http://www.optimnem.co.uk/"&gt;Daniel Tammet&lt;/a&gt;, a savant with Asperger's Syndrome, who has outwitted the constraints imposed by his condition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paragraph of the article reads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a bit of Daniel Tammet in all of us. I think all of us, at one time or another, have felt different in a particular context, and have felt the intense conflict to simultaneously want to fit in while also wanting to just be accepted for being different. Not all of us may be able to calculate pi to as many places as Daniel can, or can automatically associate numbers with colors, or can write both prose and poetry as beautifully as he does, or can paint as he does. But what my interview with Daniel taught me is that it doesn’t matter if you can’t do everything he does. Life is not about deliberately practicing yourself down someone else’s path. It’s about staying true to yourself at all times, and being fully open to going down your own unique, unplanned, and unpredictable path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.sharpbrains.com/blog/2010/02/14/reflections-on-creativity-interview-with-daniel-tammet/"&gt;Reflections on Creativity: Interview with Daniel Tammet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviews conducted by &lt;span class="entry-author-parent"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;Scott  Barry Kaufman, are interesting and links are there in the post at Sharp Brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5181425619661334202?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5181425619661334202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/different-frame-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5181425619661334202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5181425619661334202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/different-frame-of-mind.html' title='A Different Frame of Mind'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1092396640344319536</id><published>2010-02-14T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:20:18.702+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>Jim Carrey</title><content type='html'>""I was on Prozac for a long time. It may have helped me out of a jam for a little bit, but people stay on it forever. I had to get off at a certain point because I realized that, you know, everything's just OK," says Carrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are peaks, there are valleys. But they're all kind of carved and smoothed out, and it feels like a low level of despair you live in. Where you're not getting any answers, but you're living OK. And you can smile at the office. You know? But it's a low level of despair. You know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he says he doesn’t take anything. "I rarely drink coffee. I'm very serious about no alcohol, no drugs. Life is too beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he draws his strength from the spiritual side of his life. And despite a rare Los Angeles downpour, he insisted on taking Kroft to his secret spot where he goes to shut out the rest of the world. It took a five-minute climb up a trail on his property to reach his destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my spot. This is the center of the universe," says Carrey. "This is where I hang out with Buddha and Krishna and you know, all those guys.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor Jim Carrey on 60 Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://kriptodanny.blogspot.com/2010/02/jim-carrey-life-is-too-beautifulthe.html"&gt;Kriptodanny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1092396640344319536?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1092396640344319536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/jim-carrey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1092396640344319536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1092396640344319536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/02/jim-carrey.html' title='Jim Carrey'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4836565467453815514</id><published>2010-01-15T06:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:55:36.096+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Absolute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The Sea and the Wave</title><content type='html'>I liked this post, and learned from it- this is someone struggling to get to the core of what life is, what it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"I grew up in a determinedly non-religious, Jewish family. I believe that I always felt God’s whispers in my heart, but I didn’t know what to do with them. In my college years, as I experimented with various drugs, my longing began to emerge more fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;How I wanted a spiritual teacher. I remember one night, looking up into the stars, beseeching the heavens for that person who would teach me about spiritual matters, who would help me to know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That was the first time I ever got an answer from the Universe. It was: wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was both terribly depressed and absolutely thrilled that Someone, Something had responded to my call. And I waited. And I watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When I finally found that my path was an inner one of meditation and a more universal view of God, I dove in headfirst. Things were rosy and exciting. Many times I felt God’s quiet, inner presence guiding me or loving me. And I loved her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Then I got an email from my best childhood friend. Her brother, Daniel Pearl, was the reporter from the Wall Street Journal who was kidnapped in Afghanistan. The Pearls had taught me all I knew about the Jewish religion and our families had been very close for a while. I had watched while the Pearl children went to Hebrew school. I celebrated Passover and Sabbath with them. They are exceptional, talented people who live their lives with integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;After Danny was brutally murdered, I had to process through all the grief and horror just like everyone else who’d known him and loved him. And one of the discoveries I made was that I had a belief that ran like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If I do everything right, God will leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Leave me alone in the respect that He won’t do anything horrible to me, in that tragedy won’t touch my life too terribly. But when I saw what happened to the Pearls, knowing that they “did everything right,” I realized that the game was much bigger than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I asked myself, why do I even try to connect with God if she won’t take care of me, won’t  play nice with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ultimately I came to the fact that I am a part of God. I cannot separate from him no matter how he treats me, and I will always want to connect more deeply for the same reason a wave always melts back into the sea.  We are one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;a href="http://yogamother.wordpress.com/2010/01/14/the-awful-grace-of-god/"&gt; Autism and Spirituality: the Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The post goes much more farther, discusses how love need not be all sweetness and honey, there is a  tough, irreconcilable aspect to it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May be I am wrong here, we need more talk about what it means to live a life- and how it makes sense with ideas of interconnectedness, non-duality, wholeness and what not. 'It is all not real', or 'take a look at who all this is happening to', are both helpful pointers, of course, but as long as we are moving within a framework of thought, some kind of conceptual coherence might be of some help, for what it is worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Otherwise it becomes more like being a post-modern philosopher in a culture where ideas of modernity are yet to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4836565467453815514?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4836565467453815514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/01/sea-and-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4836565467453815514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4836565467453815514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/01/sea-and-wave.html' title='The Sea and the Wave'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3994817783893007077</id><published>2010-01-13T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:59:26.280+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The Light of Advaita in Everyday Life</title><content type='html'>I felt flattered, two days before, when I saw that this blog has been included in Jerry Katz list of &lt;a href="http://nonduality.org/other-nonduality-blogs/"&gt;Other Nonduality Blogs.&lt;/a&gt; There are about two hundred blogs there, and this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought, does this blog deserve to be there? How many of those on the list deserve to be on &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; list? This one sure should not be there. Much of what is written here is linked from somewhere else. If you are looking for original insights, or at least a new look at any old problem- as someone who reads at least about a hundred of those blogs, I despair. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some Buddhist blogs too, and they have got it about right, the way &lt;a href="http://msayers.wordpress.com/"&gt;MS Ayers&lt;/a&gt; among the non-duality bloggers has done. What makes the writing alive, when you don't claim to be a realised one, and when you don't have the background of having published a book, or when you don't have any useful information to provide- is to write about non-duality as it relates to your everyday life. When you read the Buddhist Blogs, many of them relate the ideas of Buddhism to the hours of their ordinary life. This gives your writing a sense of honesty and purpose, and much more important than that, it lets people like me relate to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with advaita blogs, it is either theory- always theory in fact. Apart from the blogs of the realised ones- and they all read the same- they merely post some quotes and leave it at that without even bothering to let us know why they chose to blog that particular quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives the impression that most of the people who write about non-duality are bothered by the fact that they know themselves to be- some can't stand it, some want to be rid of it, and some say, it is there, but not really, so what? Advaita has been simplified to just this: "Who am I?", and then, in most blogs, "Who Cares- question mark followed by exclamation mark: &lt;i&gt;Who &lt;/i&gt;Cares? &lt;i&gt;Who Cares&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether this is a good thing or not, but it definitely does not make for good reading. Life is much larger to be confined to this single question, though I believe that a directly intuited answer to this question is enough for enlightenment- but as long as we are not enlightened, should we not talk about our life, and how the light of non-duality illuminates it, or at least makes itself known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know really, this is just my grouse, because most all non-duality blogs read just about the same, with a hint of being written by and for depersonalised people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I found this part in a comment at &lt;a href="http://www.aypsite.org/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=7022"&gt;AYP Support Forums&lt;/a&gt;, and would like to share this with you: it is by someone who calls himself Johnc, and I hope this illustrates what it means when I say 'the light of Advaita in our everyday life':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eventually, as a 19 year old, when living by myself and trying hard to be a hedonistic materialist, I became deeply depressed and prayed to Jesus (desperately) to please show me the truth. Next day I was inspired to write a song (was a musician) and when I presented it to other band members they said I should read this book (on yoga philosophy) as the song related to it. Prayer answered - thanks Jesus! The penny dropped as my childhood experiences/questions were explained and answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to meditate (non dual understanding) in a cave and do the whole yogi thing, without supervision, and realized I needed help. Decided to join a yoga group, got waylaid (that's another story!) and decided to hitchhike back to my cave. Got a lift with a Hare Krishna devotee. A philosophical discussion ensued and his simple logic (dualistic - more on this later) convinced me to give their process a go. I was still an immortal spirit soul BUT separate eternally from the Supreme Spirit (known in their parlance as 'The Supreme Personality of Godhead'). Like I say, simple logic - if I stick a pin in you I can't feel it nor the cow in that paddock over there - therefore, separate. Same quality (sac cid ananda with a bit of vigraha=form, thrown in), different quantity. We are God's eternal, separate parts (and parcels). According to them, we are his eternal servants and our sojourn in this material world a temporary glitch as the thought of actually being the Lord (envy of his position) is purged from our consciousness. We are, in effect, forced to serve (painfully) matter. The thought of being the Lord, coming from our qualitative oneness with Him, will be perceived in eternity as the Lord asking us the question - "Do you really love me?" Our pausing for a moment, to consider the option of lordship ourselves, before answering "Yes" - this moment of hesitation is our time in the material world, the spiritual equivalent to the 'blink of an eye' until we realise our "constitutional position" i.e. eternal servants, either of the Lord directly or of his external energy (matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's their dualistic (technically, qualified non-dualism - one and separate) philosophy a subset of one of the 6 Indian schools, called Acintya bheda abheda see:&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindu_philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I joined up (long story short) and left several years later completely disillusioned with the humans running the show, but not the philosophy TILL (from the sublime to the ridiculous!) the Jehovah's Witnesses knocked on the door and I challenged their understanding of the bible according to what the Hare Krishna's said the bible said. They had misquoted it to suit their purposes and it was exposed as such by the Witnesses and I was therefore challenged to study the bible with the witnesses which I did for 2 years until I woke up one day and said to myself - " How the hell did I get involved in this fundamentalist, mundane understanding of reality in contrast to my childhood realisations? - Answer (to my mind): To flush out the other fundamentalist understanding of the Bhagavad Gita known as "The Bhagavad Gita 'as it is'" by A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhpada. In fact, the same 'as it is' principle is used in their translation of the Bible, not a criticism of their (Witnesses) scholarship just their mundane (nonspiritual) viewpoint. All this serving me to take another hard look at my original, awe inspiring, non sectarian, inSPIRITational beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along. Having now been introduced to vedantic dualism and christian literalism I now went back to my advaitic (all is one, non sectarian) roots via "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramahansa Yogananda - or so I thought, because the teaching there is we remain eternally individual. This does not sit well with advaita in my understanding and leads itself to the dualistic understanding and to be quite honest NO ONE is able to reconcile the fact that we (who are supposed to be 'THAT' already) have to realize it - who the hell ISN'T realising it anyway, and if we are God already, how has He fallen into illusion and if He hasn't who the hell has - don't tell me the (my) pain is illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the frustrated rhetoric but all this discussion on the forum re this subject makes no sense and anyone who claims to understand it is having themselves on (IMHO) - the best understanding, to my mind, comes from PY who said - "...don't think you will become God, He has become you!” A partial explanation, at least, but still his adherents tow the advaitist line. Reverse engineering is the best we can do, BUT, to say that we are all exactly the same conciousness is, frankly, inconceivable! I don't concur with this conclusion and don't find it helpful in my meditation (yes, I do Yogani's lessons and KNOW they bear fruit) but let's get self realised first and, meanwhile, stop pretending that we are one (quantitatively) when we are obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I state this in the hope I will get a non mystical/conundrum type of reply that will not, typically try to eat it's own tale - a la Zen (my wife ran off with a Zen bloke - there’s nothing to be achieved and nothing to discuss - how about doing nothing with my wife!!). IMHO oneness defeats itself - oceans and waves, really - what does that mean? Am I an illusion - who experiences pain? Can God loan a fragment of his reality yet have nothing to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3994817783893007077?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3994817783893007077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/01/light-of-advaita-in-everyday-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3994817783893007077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3994817783893007077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/01/light-of-advaita-in-everyday-life.html' title='The Light of Advaita in Everyday Life'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3700986654183134538</id><published>2010-01-09T11:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:57:13.716+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judaism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frydman'/><title type='text'>A Note for Rabbi Rami</title><content type='html'>I made a comment at &lt;a href="http://rabbirami.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-am-hindu.html"&gt;Rabbi Rami's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and then, thinking I could have said much more, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi Rami gets initiated at Sri Ramakrishna Mutt, and he writes that with this initiation, he shall become a Hindu, but would retain his Jewish faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of another person of Jewish origins, Maurice Frydman, who took the garb of the Hindu Sannyasi. I think his is a tremendous contribution to the cause of Advaita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get some links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Frydman"&gt; Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; I find that he was associated with Swami Ramadas, Sri Ramana Maharshi, J Krishnamurti, Gandhiji and Nisargadatta Maharaj who considered him a Gnani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Wikipedia i find that he came to India as a refugee from Krakow in the 1930, worked as a MD in an electricity company in Karnataka, became a Gandhian (he refined the design of Gandhiji's spinning wheel), and as an advisor to the king of Aundh, convinced him to draft a constitution that handed over power to people, advised Nehruji on granting asylum to Tibetan refugees. An extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abdiassadi.com/2009/05/maurice-frydman/"&gt;Abdi Assadi&lt;/a&gt; writes more about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this piece is more interesting, being written by &lt;a href="http://www.among-friends.ca/spiritual-writings/maurice-frydman.htm"&gt;Apa Pant&lt;/a&gt;, son of the erstwhile Raja of Aundh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Maurice Frydman was born in 1894 in the Jewish ghetto of Krakow in Southern Poland, then a part of tsarist Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the accounts that Maurice gave out grudgingly from time to time during our long and close association, it seems that his family was very poor.  His father, a devout Jew, worked in the synagogue.  His mother sewed, washed clothes and cooked, and brought up her children as best she could, though there was hardly any money to do so.  Maurice did not taste white bread until he was thirteen.  He acquired his first toothbrush when he was fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Maurice was a born genius.  He was reading and writing in the Cyrillic, Roman and Hebrew alphabets, and speaking fluent Russian, Polish, French, English and Hebrew before he was ten.  His father wanted Maurice, his eldest son, to become a rabbi and lead a secure, holy and useful life of service to the “chosen people”, who were suffering under the heel of tsarist authority and thus help them survive the persecution generated by the prevalent racial intolerance.  However, Maurice’s capabilities were early recognized by his teachers, who thus enabled him to accomplish the all-too-rare feat of a Jew entering the tsarist Russian school in his area.  He proved himself exceptionally brilliant and, having stood first amongst 500 boys in his high school final examinations, he sat for the Central Scholarship Examination and got 95%, standing first in the province of Poland.  For this he received a State scholarship, and opted for what was then his strongest urge, a course in electrical engineering.  Before he was 20 he had about 100 patents to his name for his electrical and mechanical inventions, of which a “talking book” was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon he was picked up by the laboratories and then research institutes, and by 1925 had traveled over much of Europe and worked in German, Dutch and Danish industrial establishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the age of 25, however, what was to be his life-long urge had come desperately to the surface.  He wanted to “see God”.  For a few years he had seriously studied the Talmud and other Jewish religious books.  Judaism, however, did not satisfy for long the incisive, logical, courageous, non-dogmatic mind of Maurice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then converted to Russian Orthodoxy and became a monk, retreating to a solitary monastery in the Carpathian mountains in Southern Poland.  One incident during this period clearly illustrates Maurice’s character.  It seems that one day “Satan” tempted him to jump over a mighty waterfall to ”prove his faith” in Jesus Christ and the Church.  So this intrepid seeker after truth immediately jumped down a 100-foot precipice!  He was saved by a few shrubs in which his cassock  got entangled.  This was typical Maurice!  This is what inspired and was loved by thousands during his 78-year span of life on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1926 Maurice had got “sick and tired”, as he once told us, of all orthodox dogmas.  “Believe this, don’t do this, do this, follow me – didn’t suit me,” he said.  He wanted to seek freely everywhere and try desperately to find out for himself “what all this is about”.  It was at about this time that he came in touch with the Theosophical Society and met Annie Besant and J. Krishnamurti.  In the Swiss Alps and many times in Saanen in Holland, he met Krishnaji.  For nearly fifty years Maurice was “very, very close to Krishnaji”, and the most serious and obstinate questioner of this great seer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1928 he was ready to emigrate to France in search of a job and “new adventures”, as he put it.  He arrived in Paris with high hopes, no money and nowhere to stay.  But soon he saw an advertisement in Paris Soir about a new electrical factory that was being started in the outskirts of the city.  He applied and was immediately accepted.  By 1934 he had become General Manager of the factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, his real urge to “find and meet God” was not forgotten.  He read voraciously books on religion, mysticism and occultism.  He continuously experimented on himself with whatever practice he was reading about in the vast section on these subjects in the Biblioteque Nationale in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he hit upon Vedanta.  In translation (French and German) he pored over the Upanishads, the Gita, the Mahabharata.  Paul Brunton’s books on Ramana Maharshi attracted him greatly.  This was his first introduction to the great master and what was, for Maurice, the greatest revelation: “Who am I?”"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/interviews/nis1.shtml"&gt;David Godman&lt;/a&gt; notes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"One morning Maharaj seemed to be more-than-usually frustrated about our collective inability to grasp what he was talking about.&amp;nbsp;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'Why do I waste my time with you people?' he exclaimed.         'Why does no one ever understand what I am saying?'&amp;nbsp;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I took my chance: 'In all the years that you have been teaching how many people have truly understood and experienced your teachings?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was quiet for a moment, and then he said, 'One. Maurice Frydman.' He didn't elaborate and I didn't follow it up.&amp;nbsp;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I mentioned earlier that at the conclusion of his morning &lt;i&gt; puja&lt;/i&gt; he put &lt;i&gt; kum kum&lt;/i&gt; on the forehead of all the pictures in his room of the people he knew were enlightened. There were two big pictures of Maurice there, and both of them were daily given the &lt;i&gt; kum kum&lt;/i&gt; treatment. Maharaj clearly had a great respect for Maurice. I remember on one of my early visits querying Maharaj about some statement of his that had been recorded in &lt;i&gt; I am That&lt;/i&gt;. I think it was about fulfilling desires.                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maharaj initially didn't seem to agree with the remarks that had been attributed to him in the book, but then he added,         'The words must be true because Maurice wrote them. Maurice was a &lt;i&gt;jnani&lt;/i&gt;, and the &lt;i&gt; jnani&lt;/i&gt;'s words are always the words of truth.'&amp;nbsp;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have met several people who knew Maurice, and all of them have extraordinary stories to tell about him. He visited Swami Ramdas in the 1930s and Ramdas apparently told him that this would be his final birth. That comment was recorded in &lt;i&gt; Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi&lt;/i&gt; in the late 1930s, decades before he had his meetings with Maharaj. He was at various stages of his life a follower of Ramana Maharshi, Gandhi, and J. Krishnamurti. While he was a Gandhian he went to work for the raja of a small principality and somehow persuaded him to abdicate and hand over all his authority to people he had formerly ruled as an absolute monarch. His whole life is full of astonishing incidents such as these that are virtually unknown. I have been told by someone who used to be a senior Indian government official in the 1960s that it was Frydman who persuaded the then India Prime Minister Nehru to allow the Dalai Lama and the other exiled Tibetans to stay in India. Frydman apparently pestered him continuously for months until he finally gave his consent. None of these activities were ever publicly acknowledged because Frydman disliked publicity of any kind and always tried to do his work anonymously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I could write more about Frydman, but all that would've been cut and copied from these sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;But most important of all, in the context of Judaism and Hinduism, is te statement of Sri Ramana Maharshi that David Godman notes in his brilliant article, "&lt;a href="http://davidgodman.org/rteach/fnofgod1.shtml"&gt;I am- The First Name of God&lt;/a&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;"'I am' is the name of God. Of all the definitions of God, none is so well put as the biblical statement 'I am that I am' in Exodus chapter three. There are other statements such as         &lt;i&gt; brahmavaiham&lt;/i&gt; [&lt;i&gt;Brahman&lt;/i&gt; am I], &lt;i&gt; aham&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; brahmasmi&lt;/i&gt; [I am         &lt;i&gt;Brahman&lt;/i&gt;] and &lt;i&gt; soham&lt;/i&gt; [I am He]. But none is so direct as Jehovah [which means] 'I am'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Rabbi Rami, in turning to Hinduism will find that he has only turned back to his roots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3700986654183134538?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3700986654183134538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-for-rabbi-rami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3700986654183134538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3700986654183134538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-for-rabbi-rami.html' title='A Note for Rabbi Rami'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8505555748869750310</id><published>2009-11-23T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:43:20.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><title type='text'>On Cultishness</title><content type='html'>I would like you to read these three articles in the blog, &lt;a href="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/"&gt;"The Broken Yogi Samyama"&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/hypnotic-trance-of-cults-and-cultists.html"&gt;The Hypnotic Trance of Cults and Cultists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-cult-spiritual-movement.html"&gt;The Un-Cult Spiritual Movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/authority-dredt-experience-and-hypnotic.html"&gt;Authority, Direct Experience and the Hypnotic Power of Cults&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posts are about cults, they are well-written, there is lot to learn from them, and I am not qualified to add anything except ask you to please read them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this sets me thinking: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the difference between real religious/ spiritual organisations and cults: I imagine that you can make a cult of any religion if you are inclined to do that.&amp;nbsp; May be I am giving my own meaning to what a cult is, but it seems that if you think that by following something/ someone, you will get some benefit which others won't, and if you are inclined to be dogmatic about it and if you have surrendered your judgment to a superior power and then if you like to hang out with like-minded people- you are cultish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is true of all major religions, but what sets the cults apart from them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know enough of religions to know that they are not faultless, and that their dogma has changed over time, and the salvation they offer is too human to be perfect. But in the case of cults, we see only the fulfilment of our projections, and the comfort of satsang blinds us to the illusory nature of our experiences (to be fair, all experiences are illusory- of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is no &lt;i&gt;The One True Master&lt;/i&gt; upon whom we can pin all our hopes, and no &lt;i&gt;The One True Way&lt;/i&gt; that will take us home once we give ourselves to it entirely- if we think otherwise, we run the risk of making a cult of whatever we believe in, or belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Sri Ramana Maharshi is an enlightened sage, and devotion to him is enough to put an end to my sufferings- but if I think this belief by itself will reveal to me my true nature- then I am making a cult of Bhagavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ultimately matters is what I do with my own life, and when you look at that- my belief and knowledge has no relevance at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8505555748869750310?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8505555748869750310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-cultishness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8505555748869750310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8505555748869750310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-cultishness.html' title='On Cultishness'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7258236679791059523</id><published>2009-11-22T06:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:52:20.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweet outs</title><content type='html'>From Twitter via&lt;a href="http://brizzly.com/"&gt; Brizzly&lt;/a&gt;:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dhamma musings&lt;/b&gt;: Can it be that Hitler was better than this Chinese Government, speaking of heritage?- passionate &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/1b8NHH" target="_blank" title="http://sdhammika.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughts-on-chinese-occupation-ii_19.html"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;sdhammika.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/thoughts-on-chinese-occupation-ii_19.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"We tag our scripts, and that helps us relocate into the Seer. That's what it's all about. Location-location-location." &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/90gHWy" target="_blank" title="http://tottonu3aphilosophy.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-meeting.html"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;tottonu3aphilosophy.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/november-meeting.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the philosophically inclined- “base of infinite consciousness.” samadhi states in various traditions (short post) &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/6qUBwP" target="_blank" title="http://www.gurdjieff-con.net/2009/11/20/more-on-pali-tradition/"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;www.gurdjieff-con.net&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/20&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/more-on-pali-tradition&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Translation of Vivekachoodamani (first five verses) at Sushupti- an Italian blog &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/8icxay" target="_blank" title="http://sushupti.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/vivekacudamani-parte-n-1/"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;sushupti.wordpress.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/20&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/vivekacudamani-parte-n-1&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A superb discussion of Ramana's vichara (with ample quotes) and traditional advaita/ buddhism is at &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/4BzVqR" target="_blank" title="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/ramana-and-method-of-self-enquiry_19.html"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;brokenyogi.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/ramana-and-method-of-self-enquiry_19.html&lt;/a&gt;. Great work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The Hypnotic Trance of Cults and Cultists" Likely to be controversial, but alerts you to the consequences of "faith"- &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/72OtJT" target="_blank" title="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/hypnotic-trance-of-cults-and-cultists.html"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;brokenyogi.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/hypnotic-trance-of-cults-and-cultists.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Awakurious- Affectionate Awareness: mind-centric awareness is likely to be cold, its centre has to be heart. &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/4wHi8N" target="_blank" title="http://awakurious.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;awakurious.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7258236679791059523?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7258236679791059523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/tweet-outs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7258236679791059523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7258236679791059523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/tweet-outs.html' title='Tweet outs'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-984697267018857463</id><published>2009-11-21T09:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:50:41.339+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Affectionate Awareness</title><content type='html'>From a short post at Awakurious on Adyashanti's idea of "Affectionate Awareness":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://awakurious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Awakurious&lt;/a&gt;: "...if awareness was centered in the mind only, it would tend to be cold, but that it needed to center itself in the heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-984697267018857463?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://awakurious.blogspot.com/' title='Affectionate Awareness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/984697267018857463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/affectionate-awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/984697267018857463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/984697267018857463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/affectionate-awareness.html' title='Affectionate Awareness'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-613410034011522956</id><published>2009-11-21T09:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:40:26.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Links to other masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authority'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><title type='text'>When the occasion demands...</title><content type='html'>Broken Yogi Samyama is a blog I found today- it is an exceptional blog, and the fact that I discovered it only today tells you how ignorant I am of the really good blogs to follow.  I don't know who Broken Yogi is, but one gets the idea that he has been in this Advaita business for quite a long time, and has spent lots of passion, time and money seeking the right people to know. He is also knowledgeable, and fluent, and is totally without rancour: the even-handedness of his approach, even when making statements that could likely be controversial, stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this blog could be more popular, and more people interact with Broken Yogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt from his recent post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-cult-spiritual-movement.html"&gt;The Un-Cult Spiritual Movement&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"A few years ago when I was still spending time in Marin, I was invited by a friend to a small gathering for Prem Avadhoot, a close disciple and attendant to Rang Avadhut, who was known to me through the lore of Adidam as one of the most interesting saints of 20th century India. Rang Avadhoot is not well known even in India, yet was a very impressive figure in the area around Ganeshpuri, and occasionally visited with Swami Muktananda where he by chance met young Franklin Jones (Adi Da) on his first visit to India. According to Jones, it was actually Rang Avadhoot whose penetrating glance sent him into Nirvikalpa Samadhi near the end of that first trip, and he thus occupies a high place in the Adidam pantheon. I knew little about him other than what I'd learned through Adidam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Meeting Prem Avadhoot was a very different experience than the kind of thing one finds in Adidam, however. Prem Avadhoot was a very unassuming, rather frail old man at this point, in his seventies, but still very lively and extremely friendly. In fact, when he introduced himself to the gathering of about 50 people in a large private living room in Mill Valley, his first words were, “Don't think of me as a guru or a teacher, relate to me as a family friend”. He proceeded to describe his relationship to Rang Avadhoot, who lived a life of great simplicity and integrity, as one of loving and ordinary intimacy. He made no claims about himself, and he explained that he didn't even have much of a spiritual teaching. His God, he said, was humanity itself, and his practice was to love and worship human beings as God, as a servant to God. In accord with this, he would accept no financial donations. His travel expenses had been paid for by a wealthy Marinite (the host of the gathering), but beyond that, he had taken vows of poverty and lived in ordinary simplicity. In his home village he was known as “the loving saint” who spent all his time simply being with people, loving then, acting literally as a family friend, spending time with children and animals, and not really trying to make anything more of himself than that. To him, this was his teaching – how he actually lived and related to others. In appreciation of this, he gave everyone at the gathering a small gift, personally, as they come up to his chair and were embraced by him. I received a small cloth, which I used on my meditation altar still, and a laminated card that had a number of brief aphorisms from Rang Avadhoot, which were touching in their simplicity and loving attitude. I got to spend some time with him after the gathering, and he invited anyone who was there to simply sit with him in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"I didn't get the sense from Prem Avadhoot that he was a great non-dual realizer, but he didn't pretend to be either. He was a simple bhakti, a lover of God who understood that to love God meant to love others unconditionally. This is what his Guru Rang Avadhoot had taught him to do. He was living what to him was a simple, traditional life of renunciation, but it was immensely full and happy and loving, and he didn't need anything more than that. He didn't need to make money, he didn't need to travel to the US, it just worked out that way through the generosity of a patron. He didn't need to create a following or a movement or an organization around any of this. He kept it all very human and small and intimate. No money exchanged hands. There was no fee at the door, not even a bowl for “donations”. You could see from his body and clothing that he simply had no use for money or luxuries. He was spiritually alive, awake, and full of love, and he just lived in a natural manner, keeping that love pure and untouched by the commercial life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"As he describes his life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I eat when I feel hunger. I sleep when I feel to sleep. An unhappy happening makes me weep too. When occasion demands, I laugh aloud and freely.At the time of silence, I go into deep silence.Whatever I do, I do it as a worship to and of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Prem Avadhoot Bapuji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Anyway, if there's a “model” for the un-cult, Prem Avadhut is one of the best examples I could offer. Unfortunately, he's not easy to find, since he doesn't promote himself. I don't think he even has a website. It was sheer chance that I happened to know the right people to be invited to meet him. But that also is part of the un-cult model It works off of basic human intimacies, and the notion that God will find a way to touch you through people like Prem Avadhut if you simply allow Grace to guide you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-613410034011522956?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/613410034011522956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-occasion-demands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/613410034011522956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/613410034011522956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-occasion-demands.html' title='When the occasion demands...'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-397532387934165892</id><published>2009-11-21T09:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:10:35.296+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>Lord Vishnu in an Indonesian Blog</title><content type='html'>Lord Vishnu represented in an Indonesian Blog (the mythology as I read it through Google Translate is interesting): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohwayang.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/batara-wisnu/"&gt;Batara Wisnu � Tokoh Wayang&lt;/a&gt;: "Wisnu Solo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokohwayang.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/wisnu_solo.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=321" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://tokohwayang.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/wisnu_solo.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=321" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-397532387934165892?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/397532387934165892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/lord-vishnu-in-indonesian-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/397532387934165892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/397532387934165892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/lord-vishnu-in-indonesian-blog.html' title='Lord Vishnu in an Indonesian Blog'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6997580489825196110</id><published>2009-11-21T09:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:11:36.767+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation'/><title type='text'>Jnana</title><content type='html'>Exceptional quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurdjieff-con.net/2009/11/20/more-on-pali-tradition/"&gt;The Gurdjieff Con � More on Pali tradition&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"“Jnana is given neither from outside nor from another person. It can be realised by each and everyone in his own Heart. The jnana Guru of everyone is only the Supreme Self that is always revealing its own truth in every Heart through the being-conciousness ‘I am, I am.’ The granting of true knowledge by him is initiation into jnana. The grace of the Guru is only that Self-awareness that is one’s own true nature. It is the inner conciousness by which he is unceasingly revealing his existence. This divine upadesa is always going on naturally in everyone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.davidgodman.org/"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6997580489825196110?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6997580489825196110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/jnana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6997580489825196110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6997580489825196110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/jnana.html' title='Jnana'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7491185265559489541</id><published>2009-11-20T06:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:26:10.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>As the header says, this is a blog with links: I share here interesting posts I found elsewhere on the net, but not all: some I share on The Twitter- so I think I should cross post them here, nothing wrong in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beanmine Blog: Intro- Madhukar &lt;b&gt;"As a practical philosopher Madhukar connect qabalah spirituality with modern science.."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/4tP5kb" target="_blank" title="http://beanmine.typepad.com/the_bean_mines/2009/11/madhukar.html"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;beanmine.typepad.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/the_bean_mines&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/madhukar.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curiosity and love- &lt;b&gt;"When all of our experiences are met with love, there is no longer a need to avoid or defend."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/2pahG9" target="_blank" title="http://aflourishinglife.com/2009/11/how-to-be-curious/"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;aflourishinglife.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/how-to-be-curious&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Blog)&lt;b&gt; "But to those few who seek jnana, Arunachala always makes itself known through some means or other."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/3GmqcF" target="_blank" title="http://asilentjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;asilentjourney.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;""Never seek this Gohonzon outside yourself. The Gohonzon exists only within the mortal flesh of us ordinary people..."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a class="autolinked" href="http://bit.ly/4DDNbB" target="_blank" title="http://keiltan.blogspot.com/2009/11/non-duality-of-gohonzon-and-us.html"&gt;http://&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;keiltan.blogspot.com&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/2009&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/11&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;/non-duality-of-gohonzon-and-us.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7491185265559489541?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7491185265559489541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7491185265559489541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7491185265559489541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6210984140420790870</id><published>2009-11-18T14:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:00:00.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gohonzon</title><content type='html'>I don't know what the Gohonzon is, but this finds an echo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keiltan.blogspot.com/2009/11/non-duality-of-gohonzon-and-us.html"&gt;Sensei's Disciple: The Non-duality of the Gohonzon and Us!&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"'[E]ven though you chant and believe in Myoho-renge-kyo, if you think the Law is outside yourself, you are embracing not the Mystic Law but an inferior teaching.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On Attaining Buddhahood in This Lifetime, WND-1-3]"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6210984140420790870?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://keiltan.blogspot.com/2009/11/non-duality-of-gohonzon-and-us.html' title='Gohonzon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6210984140420790870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/gohonzon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6210984140420790870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6210984140420790870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/gohonzon.html' title='Gohonzon'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7282830118884114338</id><published>2009-11-17T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:04:24.479+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>Sri Krishna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dharmadvar.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuhan-dan-jiwa-sama-dan-juga-berbeda.html"&gt;DHARMADVAR: TUHAN DAN JIWA, SAMA DAN JUGA BERBEDA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked this photograph at this Indonesian blog: by a Chaitanya Devotee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-xlYrXPB_0/SvTz9eFk9rI/AAAAAAAABTQ/TjNDdUrWNTc/s1600/krishna4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-xlYrXPB_0/SvTz9eFk9rI/AAAAAAAABTQ/TjNDdUrWNTc/s320/krishna4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7282830118884114338?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7282830118884114338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/sri-krishna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7282830118884114338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7282830118884114338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/sri-krishna.html' title='Sri Krishna'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-xlYrXPB_0/SvTz9eFk9rI/AAAAAAAABTQ/TjNDdUrWNTc/s72-c/krishna4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1500001118693094285</id><published>2009-11-17T09:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:27:47.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><title type='text'>The need for a word-by-word translation of Hsin Hsin Ming</title><content type='html'>Made this comment at Happiness of Being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happinessofbeing.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-sitting-shikantaza-and-choiceless.html?showComment=1258421781188#c5715195157892137228"&gt;Re Akira:Thanks for your comments- I found these...&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Re Akira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your comments- I found these verses in "Three pillars of Zen", I think, and another version in an old issue of Mountain Path: I was amazed at the terseness of the verses, and how similar it is to the teachings of Bhagavan. I think one should read this alongside Ribhu Gita: that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these are translations: do you have any intention of discussing this word by word, the way Michael James here does with the original Tamil writings of Bhagavan? That would help us a lot, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, in the translation you give, you write, "All you have to do it to hate making choices." Is this a positive hatred, or is it more like a resistance to the making of choices? I think possibly the original word for 'hate' has different connotations than the one we have in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other query I have is, about this: "it is clear like a (big entrance of) cave.": I think this means you are in darkness, and once you have found the Way- it leads into light: so, the Way itself is in effect, clear like a vast opening out from a cave- am I right in reading it this way? Because, the way and the goal could not be different in time or thought."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1500001118693094285?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1500001118693094285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-for-word-by-word-translation-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1500001118693094285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1500001118693094285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-for-word-by-word-translation-of.html' title='The need for a word-by-word translation of Hsin Hsin Ming'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3411935699206342283</id><published>2009-11-16T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:14:08.388+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>Beware of Enlightenment!</title><content type='html'>A post with beautiful photos layered with extraordinarily perceptive observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youaretrulyloved.com/enlightenment/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/letting-go-of-control.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://www.youaretrulyloved.com/enlightenment/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/letting-go-of-control.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youaretrulyloved.com/enlightenment/if-enlightenment-came-with-a-warning-label/#"&gt;If Enlightenment Came with a Warning Label… | You Are Truly Loved&lt;/a&gt;: "Rasha: Letting Go of Control"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3411935699206342283?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3411935699206342283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/beware-of-enlightenment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3411935699206342283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3411935699206342283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/beware-of-enlightenment.html' title='Beware of Enlightenment!'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-2951345688589300848</id><published>2009-11-16T09:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:13:42.525+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judaism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><title type='text'>The miracle of life- in terms of the awakening of kundalini</title><content type='html'>This is an interesting blog that I found, that brings together Yoga and Judaism- and here is an interesting interpretation of the miracle of giving life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yajcenter.blogspot.com/2009/11/elisha-prophet-part-two.html"&gt;Yoga And Judaism Center: Elisha The Prophet, Part Two&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can only say that I was fascinated with the procedures involved in bringing the boy back to life, without fully understanding all of it. The details are just fascinating, first placing the staff (and the staff, as I have expounded elsewhere in the context of Moses, is the staff of the serpent power of existential life, of the Shechinah/kundalini) on the child, and then lying face to face, eyeball to eyeball, mouth to mouth, hand to hand. The Tree of Life correlates with the human body, and the rudimentary life force/prana/ruach carried through the breath is what brought life to Adam. Sneezing in this case seems to be the equivalent to the first cries of a newborn baby, the expression of inhalation and exhalation, not only of breath, but of life force (think about it, sneezing begins with an inhalation, the “ah”, which is followed by an exhalation, the “choo”). And the sneezing seven times is indicative of energizing the seven primary life force centers identified in yoga as chakras, which have correlates in the kabala’s Tree of Life."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Looks lie a great blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-2951345688589300848?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2951345688589300848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/miracle-of-life-in-terms-of-awakening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2951345688589300848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2951345688589300848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/miracle-of-life-in-terms-of-awakening.html' title='The miracle of life- in terms of the awakening of kundalini'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4818478471133529309</id><published>2009-11-15T07:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:37:59.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eternity in Disguise (What is so special about Sabbath?-  ‘HaYom,’ be present, here, now): Dover Emet: Speaking the Truth</title><content type='html'>I liked this post at Dover Emet: Speaking the truth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about presence and forgetfulness, nescience and awakening, time and timelessness, death and eternity: same as what all non-dual teachers say, but this comes from a different tradition, and because of that- this has a novel flavour, I liked this, and would recommend this blog to you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rabbisteinlauf.blogspot.com/2009/11/eternity-in-disguise.html"&gt;Eternity in Disguise&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Sfat Emet, a wonderful commentary from the last century, derives a very powerful teaching from the opening line from this week’s Torah reading about Sarah’s years.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to the Sfat Emet, there’s an important mitzvah about time that we all are commanded to follow.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the first paragraph of the Shema, from the book of Deuteronomy (6:5),&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there are the words ‘v’hayu had’varim ha’eleh asher anochi metzavcha hayom al levavecha,”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does that mean literally?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘These are the words that I command you this day upon your heart.’&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Sfat Emet suggests another way of reading this line:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he says the point of the line is the phrase:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;asher anochi metzavcha Hayom:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I, God, command you&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this day.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stop there, says the Sfat Emet, and the power of all these words, of all the Torah becomes clear:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What God commands upon us is ‘HaYom,’ Today!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other words, what God on high commands us to do is to be Present to what’s happening HaYom, today!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That Hebrew word, HaYom, doesn’t just mean a 24 hour period the way we conventionally think of a day.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HaYom means ‘right now.’ &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the Sfat Emet, the one commandment that makes our True adherence to Torah possible is our adherence to HaYom, to just being Here, right now!""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;From which it follows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...While, all other six days of the week, we’re constantly checking our watches and mentally living in the past or in the future, Shabbat is an opportunity to put away your watch and live with no time at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shabbat is all about basking in the eternity that flashes in this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And somehow, our people have managed to survive for thousands of years even without worrying about the time for one day a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So today, you can put away your watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s just Shabbat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just for now, there is no past and no future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine if you could live your life with that kind of freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How liberating that would be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the promise of Shabbat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel said it best in his book, The Sabbath:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“What is so luminous about a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is so precious to captivate the heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is because the seventh day is a mine where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spirit’s precious metal can be found with which to construct the palace in time…There is no quality that space has with the essence of God…the likeness of God can be found in time, which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eternity in disguise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="javascript:void(0);" name="_ftnref2" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When we look at our watches and become stressed because we’re late, or we feel guilt because of time we have wasted—the reason why we are really feeling that pain in our souls is because at that moment, we’re in the disguise, and not in the Reality of this moment.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we lose ourselves in projected pasts or futures, we have abandoned our True Selves.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have left Eternity.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have left God!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Kotzker Rebbe once famously asked, “Where is God?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wherever you let Him in!”&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we’re never Here, Now, then we can never find God!"&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4818478471133529309?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rabbisteinlauf.blogspot.com/2009/11/eternity-in-disguise.html' title='Eternity in Disguise (What is so special about Sabbath?-  ‘HaYom,’ be present, here, now): Dover Emet: Speaking the Truth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4818478471133529309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/eternity-in-disguise-what-is-so-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4818478471133529309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4818478471133529309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/eternity-in-disguise-what-is-so-special.html' title='Eternity in Disguise (What is so special about Sabbath?-  ‘HaYom,’ be present, here, now): Dover Emet: Speaking the Truth'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1911891331966090024</id><published>2009-11-11T12:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:02:37.057+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three States'/><title type='text'>The Three States</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The New York Times has this quote in an article on dreaming-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/10/health/10mind.html?_r=1&amp;amp;em"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; A Dream Interpretation: Tuneups for the Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“I argue that dreaming is not a parallel state but that it is consciousness itself, in the absence of input from the senses,” said Dr. Llinás, who makes the case in the book “I of the Vortex: From Neurons to Self” (M.I.T., 2001). Once people are awake, he argued, their brain essentially revises its dream images to match what it sees, hears and feels — the dreams are “corrected” by the senses." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The article is not about this viewpoint, it is more an argument that dreams rehearse reality, are a warmup for waking- but in view of the Advaitic contention that all the three (or four) states are no different from one another, this quote is interesting, to say the least. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is a common point that the world we see outside is projected outward through the sense-organs, so this point made by Dr. Llinás is worth further reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1911891331966090024?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1911891331966090024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/threse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1911891331966090024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1911891331966090024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/threse.html' title='The Three States'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-826030496746169502</id><published>2009-11-03T10:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:15:04.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A post of interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;On Saradamma, Lakshmanasamy, a special dream and thoughts on the nature of meditation. Excellent post- devotional in nature, philosophical in approach, honest writing.&lt;br /&gt;in reference to: &lt;a href="http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/lakshmana-swamy-and-muthra-sir-sarada.html"&gt;http://brokenyogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/lakshmana-swamy-and-muthra-sir-sarada.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-826030496746169502?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/826030496746169502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-of-interest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/826030496746169502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/826030496746169502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-of-interest.html' title='A post of interest'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4093274042285629399</id><published>2009-09-14T06:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:40:08.425+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tricycle.com/insights-and-outtakes/31-flavors-craving"&gt;Tricycle&lt;/a&gt; has an article on desire, the varieties of desire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sense desires:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, arial, 'sans serif'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kama tanha:&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;craving for certain food tastes or for pleasing sounds or for silence..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, 'sans serif'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, 'sans serif'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;"...desire for existence and for becoming what you are not. In Pali this is called&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;bhava tanha."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, 'sans serif'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, 'sans serif'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The third type of tanha arises when you are so disillusioned with something in your life and want to get rid of it or want it to cease with such intensity that you crave nonexistence. This state of mind is called&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;vibhava tanha."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, 'sans serif'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Short, brief and to the point- excellent article, I liked it actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4093274042285629399?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4093274042285629399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/09/desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4093274042285629399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4093274042285629399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/09/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-2395956821363578084</id><published>2009-08-09T20:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:38:04.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivekachudamani'/><title type='text'>Vivekachudamani- the student comes to his senses, and speaks out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I got a call from a friend today, whose mother is ailing, and being depressed, he asked me to send him some spiritual messages. So I took Viveka Chudamani and sent him (and to five others) my reading of verses 547 to 552 wherein the disciple speaks of his realisation of truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is it, since I think no good thing, even though it is done bad, should go waste- I am now sharing them with you:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks to his Master's faultless transmission of knowledge, his own faith in scriptures and persistent meditation, the student came to grasp the Truth. Having attained the restraint of sense organs and the benediction of undisturbed unitary consciousness, he sat unmoving- as himself, whole in himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thus for a while, the student was blessed with faultless abidance in absolute transcendence through his unfragmented mind. And then the saintly student took leave of contemplation, and with effervescent joy, talked of his unending experience of being himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I have assiduously pursued, and now I am sure, that what I know myself to be is ever absolute transcendence; the divisive mind is dropped- no more, the tendency to project outward. I am. Has it form? Or am I formless? I see no need for these questions- absolute oneness is all there is, and this happy state knows no bounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"The joy of my true nature that I so devoutly desired to know, has been revealed to be an immaculate mirror, a gateway- permeated with transcendence-, a vast ocean of innocence. Who can with speech describe, or with his mind explore, the magic by which the absolute has become the intimate- there is none, none be there with such aptitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I have become as the chunk of ice that fell and dissolved in the sea, and found itself returned to its own, but now it had no name or form. The happiness that had penetrated my mind was a small drop that fell into the vast ocean of absolute bliss- yet, in falling, and in dissolving, as in love, I lost myself and then regained, the ease and comfort of my natural state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"What wonder! Such variety I did see in this world till date- now all are gone, not a whit remains. What to make of it! A world of such multitude, so diverse, but now no more- where is it gone, what caused it go, in what is it subsumed- what to say, words are of no avail!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace and Happiness to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-2395956821363578084?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2395956821363578084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/08/vivekachudamani-student-comes-to-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2395956821363578084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2395956821363578084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/08/vivekachudamani-student-comes-to-his.html' title='Vivekachudamani- the student comes to his senses, and speaks out.'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-2164237751916234484</id><published>2009-07-08T17:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:17:28.524+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aksharamanamalai'/><title type='text'>Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 6 (Such, is your love!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This verse has stymied me for some time now- I have been mulling over it off and on for these past two three days on how to translate this without making it sound banal. Here is a version of my desperate efforts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More loving than a mother, Arunachala-&lt;div&gt;hast Thy love brought&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;such &lt;/i&gt;things to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arunachala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reverting back to Thou, Thy etc., because I do not see any other way of getting this verse into proper-sounding poetic English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This verse can be read as an expression of amazement or, disappointment: "&lt;i&gt;All &lt;/i&gt;this is your love? You sure have more love for us than a mother!", or else, "Is &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; all that your love can do? OMG!- And to think that you have more love in you than a mother has-  :( ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ambiguity adds to the sense of poetry, this verse has it. Because, consider this maritally:  I need all the love that you can give- if I get it, I am on top of the world; and when I don't, I am down in the dump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No man can love another that way, or can be loved in that manner- how much love can you give so that the other feels totally loved? It is not humanly possible for us to have enough of love. The only way we can come to know no lack of love is when we lose the sense of being loved and we have no need for any love-&lt;i&gt; we&lt;/i&gt; are the expression of love, so to say. There is no object towards which it is directed, and there is no other, God or man, from which we receive it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my mind, Aksharamanamalai is a call for companionship- it just happens to be that this is a plea addressed to God; but in its implicit premise, Aksharamanamalai is in every sense of the word an expression of love that carries with it the affirmation to be one together- the openness of spirit that will let itself be totally and unreservedly dissolved- so that there remains not even an iota of isolation, and loneliness is brought irrevocably to an end. Radiant Stillness, indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the Osbourne translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. (a) Kinder far art Thou than one's own mother. Is this then Thy all-kindness, Oh &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arunachala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;    (b) Kinder indeed art Thou than one's own mother, such is Thy Love, Oh &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arunachala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-2164237751916234484?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2164237751916234484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2164237751916234484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2164237751916234484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of_08.html' title='Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 6 (Such, is your love!)'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6783056107655677502</id><published>2009-07-07T19:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:58.009+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Plea to People to Write Poetry, of the kind that Ramana Did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is in continuation of the post I made yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the net, I find two great blogs on Sri Ramana Maharshi: &lt;a href="http://happinessofbeing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness of Being - The Teachings of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Michael James, and&lt;a href="http://sri-ramana-maharshi.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Arunachala and Ramana Maharshi&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by David Godman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Michael James is more inclined to communicate the teachings of Bhagavan as it relates to Self-enquiry. He knows Tamil well, and analyses the implicit meanings of words in great depth. His is a painstaking work, and it shows. There is a strong streak of "Self-Enquiry is the only way of self-realization". People may agree with that or not, but there is no question that his blog is worth reading and reflecting upon. His is more a self-enquiry blog, but there is a strong element of devotion too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, David Godman's blog places the teachings of Bhagavan in a wider setting- in time and place, and even in thought, if I may say so. He is well informed with the teachings of other Advaitic masters, and it is a delight to read his posts. He does great research, his language is simple and uncomplicated, he communicates very well. We can see that Godman's approach to Bhagavan is devotional in a quiet, unloud manner, and an implicit tone of surrender can be noticed in his writings. There are long discussions going there, on a wide variety of issues, and it is a lively blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think, among all the blogs on Bhagavan in English, these two stand out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not expert in these, I am just sharing my thoughts on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if you think about it, Bhagavan has two sides- it is not right to say he has two sides, it is just that different people emphasize two different takes on Bhagavan- one is philosophical and the other is devotional, one is self-enquiry and the other is surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I would like to see more on the net, are blogs of the kind that &lt;a href="http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramana-followers-note-poetry-blog-by.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alan Jacobs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; does. Bhagavan wrote masterly poems, both devotional and philosophical, and in English, they are scarce. In that blog of Alan Jacobs, you find a hint of it: Bhagavan's devotional and philosophical verses are informed by each other, the only difference being that the devotional poems are addressed to a higher being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a pity that the poetic side of Bhagavan's teachings finds no resonance in the blogs- the experience is somewhat strange and disconcerting- not unlike being constantly presented with the wrong side of the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Postscript:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are two more blogs that I regularly read, both by students, 'sishyas' should be the right word, of Nome- for they state that they have both learned a lot from Nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One is &lt;a href="http://cephalopodmollusks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The PreCambrian Corner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; The author of the blog is open about the problems he faces, and he has no assumption of his spiritual attainments. His understanding of Bhagavan's teachings is as good as it can be- to my limited knowledge, his understanding is complete, and his engagement with Vichara is total. The one thing I really appreciate in his posts is that he comes across as what he is- he makes no effort to hide his tendencies, problems, predilections, personality etc. He does not write a spiritual blog, it is very much a personal blog, but because his persona seems to be spiritual (at least for now, and at least in my eyes), it comes across as a spiritual blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the other blog that I want to mention here is that of Richard Clarke, &lt;a href="http://richardarunachala.wordpress.com/"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Living in the Embrace of Arunachala&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;/a&gt; Bhagavan was really 'attached' to Arunachala, the Hill at Tiruvannamalai, and this blog explores its nooks and corners, the cracks and caves on the face of the hill. Richard Clarke posts great photos, and maps, and I think if he continues in the same vein, this blog will become one of the most important ones to anyone who wants to explore Arunachala. His is a great service in the cause of Bhagavan, as important as writing books on Bhagavan or explaining the teachings of Bhagavan. And it is good that Richard Clarke has a happy time doing this, possibly he has massive purva punya! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post-postscript:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first thing I do in the morning when I browse, is to google A blogsearch on Bhagavan. It used to be that I'll find about ten or eleven blogs that had mentioned his name in the past twelve hours, but recently I get about twenty blogs. Maybe I am mistaken, but the impression I get is that more people are blogging about Bhagavan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, when I come across blogs in other languages, I use Google Translate and read them anyway! I mention this because, doing that, I came across this blog, "&lt;a href="http://shambalabreda.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shambala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" in Spanish. It is by Sankaradas, and reading his posts and the comments, I find that there is quite a sizeable group of Bhagavan's devotees there. I don't know how it happened thus, but I am pleasantly surprised by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post-post-postscript:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have wandered from the motive I had in making this post: it is that I want to see more blogs of the kind that&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramana-followers-note-poetry-blog-by.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alan Jacobs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace and happiness to you all, random readers who stumble into this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May you come to find true happiness, perfect in itself, and enduring all thought (which you already have and are- in case you are a neo-advaitin :)  ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6783056107655677502?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6783056107655677502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/plea-to-people-to-write-poetry-of-kind.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6783056107655677502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6783056107655677502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/plea-to-people-to-write-poetry-of-kind.html' title='A Plea to People to Write Poetry, of the kind that Ramana Did'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4737087081626714545</id><published>2009-07-06T19:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:04:09.135+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Ramana Followers note- Poetry Blog by Alan Jacobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a very good blog of poetry that has totally and wholesomely the flavour of Sri Ramana Maharshi- &lt;a href="http://alanjacobs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alan Jacobs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; The posts are traditional, rhymed poetry- mostly sonnets- but each and every poem is inspired by  the poet's absorption and understanding of the teachings of Ramana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I reproduce a poem here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIVE DEEP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deep in the sacred shrine of the heart cave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dwells the glorious formlessness of Self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One pointed, shines as I; not demon elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of ego, but subtle space, our soul to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Through questing mind. Dive inwardly deep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let vital breath and thought quiesce to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Self abidance. These words the great Guru gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who perceives and wakes from sleep to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The essence of this verse, uttered by the Sage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Will through his life be unassailed by doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The precious pearl of Self shall set him free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;From slavery to that banal world without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stay in Self by any way we can engage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For gates to open; this is the master key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4737087081626714545?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4737087081626714545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramana-followers-note-poetry-blog-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4737087081626714545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4737087081626714545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramana-followers-note-poetry-blog-by.html' title='Ramana Followers note- Poetry Blog by Alan Jacobs'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4784899951341787705</id><published>2009-07-02T19:14:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:43:13.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aksharamanamalai'/><title type='text'>Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 5 (Constant Love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another poor piece of translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escape this calumny:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having been caused such obsessive thought of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would I ever let you be-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arunachala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is Osborne's Translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Escape this blame! Why didst Thou then recall Thyself to me? How can I leave Thee now, Oh Arunachala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Tamil verse is open to two different, but related readings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Escape this blame: why have you caused me to think of you constantly, it is impossible for anyone to forget you after this!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Escape this blame: I have become mad with constant thinking of you, it is impossible for anyone to forget you after this!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, both the readings add to the richness of the text. Not only is this constant thought of Arunachala, this &lt;i&gt;yearning&lt;/i&gt;  is caused by Him and being out of control, it is hardly possible for us to forget Him, no matter what happens, how frustrated we are or how unfulfilled we feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember reading this: "If Kitty thinks of Bhagavan, Bhagavan also thinks of Kitty"- &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/7057827/Ramana-Leela"&gt;Ramana Leela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/7057827/Ramana-Leela"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The point is,  our thoughts are constantly centred on Arunachala, despite all its wavering we return to Him because it is impossible for us to leave off, and if we remain unfulfilled at the end of our life, all blame is upon Him. So it is ultimately His responsibility to save us, enlighten us, liberate us, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4784899951341787705?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4784899951341787705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4784899951341787705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4784899951341787705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of_02.html' title='Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 5 (Constant Love)'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5725249758722656244</id><published>2009-07-01T13:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:15:05.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 4 (Don't Let me Go!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the love of whom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you make me Thine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arunachala,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't you ever let go-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For we will be reviled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is Osborne's translation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was it for Thy pleasure or for my sake Thou didst win me? If now Thou turn me away, the world will blame Thee, Oh Arunachala!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;hr style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some thoughts on this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;None of us who come to non-duality stay with it without having had some sort of experience of non-duality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At one level we can read this verse this way: Okay, you have brought me with you- may be you loved me, or may be I loved you, but here we are. Now, I am not sure about your love for me- I want you to let me go. But don't let me go, because if that happens we will both be reviled by the world for what we have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone who has committed himself to the spiritual path cannot really return to worldliness without inviting scorn, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I would read it this way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay our relationship is consummated to some extent- let us go all the way so that there is no difference between us- no I, no You; so that I am irrevocable yours, so that nothing that might happen anytime can annul the marriage between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it will terrible for someone to give up everything in the world and go to God, and then come back disappointed, and find that he has nothing- the only thing he has is the mocking laughter of the worldly-minded, who justifiably point out the error of this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This should not happen to any of us, it is all-or-nothing for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5725249758722656244?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5725249758722656244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5725249758722656244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5725249758722656244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/07/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of.html' title='Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 4 (Don&apos;t Let me Go!)'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1269670297357193858</id><published>2009-06-26T09:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:53:56.450+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aksharamanamalai'/><title type='text'>Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 3 (WTF4!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is lousy, and actually a disservice to Sri Ramana Maharshi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You crash my home, pull me in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;set me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 in this cave-house of yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as in prison),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF4, Arunachala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are at least two possible versions to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cave-man enters home, kidnaps girl and holds her in his cave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the other is, God enters the inner space, attracts the soul towards Himself, and once the attraction is set into motion- there is no escaping- God keeps the soul in the confines on his heart (cave).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since God's heart is the same as our heart, so the attraction we feel towards this stuff, takes us into our source, directly and easily, because the attraction acts as the force that pulls us in back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still, we can't but complain: why do You have to do this? Here I am, attracted despite myself- and nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you probably wonder, WTF4 does this stuff happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It helps if you have someone like a God to address this question to- because when you are a cut and dried advaitin for whom nothing is, then there is no one to ask this question, and no one at whom to ask this question and so on, but the question remains- like that smile of the Cheshire Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/1983/ga830803.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="58" src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/1983/ga830803.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://garfield.nfshost.com/1983/08/03/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garfield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.nfs.host.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the translation by Arthur Osborne:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Verse 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entering (my) home and luring me 9to Thine) why didst Thou keep me prisoner in Thy heart's cavern, Oh Arunachala!"&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1269670297357193858?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1269670297357193858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1269670297357193858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1269670297357193858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/aksharamanamalai-marital-garland-of.html' title='Aksharamanamalai (Marital Garland of Letters)- verse 3 (WTF4!)'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8630890786239205870</id><published>2009-06-24T10:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:12:08.292+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aksharamanamalai'/><title type='text'>Aksharamanamalai - verse 2 (distinction without a difference)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like Azhagu and Sundaram, let I and Thou,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get to be soooo One,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arunachala,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;there is no Otherness with us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is terrible as a translation, I know, but does this read well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like this for the Martin Buber recall value : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some links to Buber:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A Few Thoughts on Martin Buber's I and Thou" by &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/A%20Few%20Thoughts%20on%20Martin%20Buber's%20I%20and%20Thou%20by%20John%20Barich"&gt;John Barich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something about Martin Buber’s I and Thou at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/md2/timewarp/buber.html"&gt;Angelfire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some select passages of Buber at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myjewishlearning.com/beliefs/Theology/Thinkers_and_Thought/Jewish_Philosophy/Philosophies/Modern/Martin_Buber/I_and_Thou.shtml"&gt;My Jewish Learning.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And a Catholic priest, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a class="hLink fn n contributor" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/FatherJeffrey" onmousedown="urchinTracker('/Events/VideoWatch/ChannelNameLink');" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;FatherJeffrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"&gt; gives a brief explanation of Martin Buber's I-Thou and the Eclipse of God (whatever that means):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pOWHMX3Ujs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pOWHMX3Ujs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azhagu in Tamil, means Beauty, which is what Sundaram in Sanskrit is. And by a strange poetic coincidence, Sri Ramana's parents were named Azhagammai and Sundaram Iyer, so it makes it nice and easy for Bhagavan to pay a tribute to his parents in this verse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These two words look different, but they mean the same- what they stand for is something with the same identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a dictionary, and I find this: "Distinction without a difference: a merely nominal and artificial one)":- Azhagu and Sundaram : I and Thou: Me and God: Self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This wholeness, Oneness without fragmentation is what is indicated in this verse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Radiant Stillness. Where is the I and where the Thou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The still point at the centre of our Heart from which everything comes, and then, ceases to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sri Ramana taught that the outer Guru pushes you into the heart, and the inner Guru pulls you inside, but both are the same. The Self is the Guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Arunachala, God, is no different from the Radiant Stillness that you find in your Heart. No difference at all. It just happens that we find ourselves in the world, and have a tendency to look outward: and through this prayer, we seek to turn our sight inward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is Arthur Osborne's translation of this verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. May Thou and I be one and inseparable like Alagu and Sundara, Oh Arunachala!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Footnote: The Tamil word alagu and Sanskrit word sundara have the same meaning: 'beauty'. Alagu and Sundara were also the names of Sri Ramana's mother and father.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8630890786239205870?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8630890786239205870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/aksharamanamalai-verse-2-distinction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8630890786239205870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8630890786239205870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/aksharamanamalai-verse-2-distinction.html' title='Aksharamanamalai - verse 2 (distinction without a difference)'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-182913588832214912</id><published>2009-06-23T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:58:56.167+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aksharamanamalai'/><title type='text'>Aksharamanamalai by Sri Ramana Maharshi (The Marital Garland of Letters)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first verse of Aksharamanamalai could be translated like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You root them out of their homes, Arunachala,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Them that are minded to dwell at Arunachalam!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some notes to go with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arunachalam is the hill at Tiruvannamalai; Arunachala is Lord Siva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Arunachalam' can be split into Aruna and Achalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruna is redness; and refers to the red sun of the dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achalam is stillness- chalam is movement, and achalam is unmoving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Arunachalam can be understood to mean, "Radiant Stillness"- which is the Light of the Self, the Light of the Lord, the Light of Realisation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, these verses are addressed not merely to Siva, but also to the Self, which as we all know, is already realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a pun here. Aham means both mind/heart and home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this verse can be read to mean, "You uproot and render homeless those who think of Arunachala", and then, "You destroy the mind of those who identify themselves with Arunachala, or think about Arunachala"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Osborne translates this verse as,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.a- "Arunachala! Thou dost root out the ego of those who meditate on Thee in the heart, Oh Arunachala!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.b- "Arunachala! Thous dost root the ego of those who dwell on their (spiritual) identity with Thee, Oh Arunachala!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since this verse was sung by mendicants on their rounds of alms-gathering, I think Arunachala, The God, rendering them homeless for their having thought of Him, is justifiable as another appropriate reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, if we put Radiant Stillness in place of Arunachala, we have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"You root them out of their homes, Radiant Stillness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Them that are minded to dwell at Radiant Stillness!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bit awkward because Radiant Stillness does not do anything,: may be that is why we name God as Arunachalam (so that we can worship Radiant Stillness)- but the point is, whether you meditate purposefully and intently at the Radiant and Still Core of your Heart, or just have a passing thought of the Radiant, Still Core at the Heart, or think about Arunachalam (or any other God who is a personifaction of Radiant Stillness- the Unmoving Mover), you will get there: your ignorance will be destroyed, the false self will be uprooted, and you will be rendered homeless: that which is false, will have no place to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-182913588832214912?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/182913588832214912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/aksharamanamalai-by-sri-ramana-maharshi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/182913588832214912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/182913588832214912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/aksharamanamalai-by-sri-ramana-maharshi.html' title='Aksharamanamalai by Sri Ramana Maharshi (The Marital Garland of Letters)'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6082164341692206389</id><published>2009-06-21T08:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:25:22.866+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-enquiry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Absolute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three States'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The distractive mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Descartes questions the reality of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descartes: ‘I think therefore I am’ at &lt;a href="http://newlearningonline.com/new-learning/chapter-7-knowledge-and-learning/descartes-%E2%80%98i-think-therefore-i-am%E2%80%99/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;www.newlearningonline.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As I then desired to give my attention solely to the search after truth, I thought … I ought to reject as absolutely false all opinions in regard to which I could suppose the least ground for doubt, in order to ascertain whether after that there remained [anything at all] in my belief that was wholly indubitable"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descartes decides to reject everything that can be doubted: not everything false, but everything that is subject to being questioned. He seeks to know something that cannot be doubted- something about which you can be sure of- some certainty that you can rely on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Accordingly, seeing that our senses sometimes deceive us, I was willing to suppose that there existed nothing really such as they presented to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This world we see come to us through senses- and senses sometimes give distorted information. You cannot always be sure about the sense-data: so reject everything that comes through senses. The reality of the outer, objective world is subject to questioning. So absolute truth is not to be found there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"[T]he very same thoughts (presentations) which we experience when awake may also be experienced when we are asleep, while there is at that time not one of them true, I supposed that all the objects (presentations) that had ever entered into my mind when awake, had in them no more truth than the illusions of my dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In indian philosophy the reality of the world is questioned by contrasting the waking state with the dream state. This is routine. But in western philosophy, I have not seen it done. The similarity between dream and waking states is not taken up to see what is common or dissimilar between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But here Descartes asks, what makes my waking state experiences different from my dreams? What is seen in dream is unreal, what makes us think that the waking state objects are real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"But immediately upon this I observed that, whilst I thus wished to think that all was false, it was absolutely necessary that I, who thus thought, should be somewhat; and as I observed that this truth, I think, therefore I am (cogito ergo sum), was so certain and of such evidence that no ground of doubt, however extravagant, could be alleged by the sceptics capable of shaking it, I concluded that I might, without scruple, accept it as the first principle of the philosophy of which I was in search."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This brings Descartes to the indubitable reality of his experiencing: "it was absolutely necessary that I, who thus thought, should be somewhat:- "I think, therefore I am". I am the thinker of these thoughts- what are thought about may be open to doubt, but thinker, the one who is not thought, he is not open to doubt. Because he cannot be doubted. Hence, the certainty of my experiencing is that I am- my presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramana used to state, you say the world is real- but who says so? Does it say I am real? You are the one that says so. I am the one that vouches for the reality of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I thence concluded that I was a substance whose whole essence or nature consists only in thinking, and which, that it may exist, has need of no place, nor is dependent on any material thing; so that ‘I’, that is to say, the mind by which I am what I am, is wholly distinct from the body, and is even more easily known than the latter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is an amazing insight. - 'I' does not need a place, or is not dependent on any object of awareness- the I is the most intimate truth of all experiencing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I considered myself as having a face, hands, arms, and all that system of members composed on bones and flesh as seen in a corpse which I designated by the name of body … By the body I understand all that which can be defined by a certain figure: something which can be confined in a certain place, and which can fill a given space in such a way that every other body will be excluded from it; which can be perceived either by touch, or by sight, or by hearing, or by taste, or by smell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here Descartes is questioning the "I am the body" idea- this may be compared with Bhagavan's similar lines in "Who am I" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"[However,] I have thought I perceived many things during sleep that I recognised in my waking moments as not having been experienced at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You cannot say any objective experience is true- you cannot be sure of the reality of objects: what you believed to be real during the dream state is falsified in the waking state. And who is to say the waking state is not merely another mode of the dream state?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What of thinking? I find here that thought is an attribute that belongs to me; it alone cannot be separated from me. I am, I exist, that is certain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think Descartes means consciousness or awareness when he mentions thinking, thought. Being cannot be separated from me. Being is my attribute. I am, I exist- that is certain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I know that I exist, and I inquire what I am, I whom I know to exist … [W]hat then am I? A thing which thinks. What is a thing which thinks? It is a thing which doubts, understands, conceives, affirms, denies, wills, refuses, which also imagines and feels … For it is so evident of itself that it is I who doubts, who understands, and who desires, that there is no reason here to add anything to explain it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not the object of my thinking- I am the ground of all thoughts- nothing can describe me- I basically have no attributes except that I am the one underneath all activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And I have certainly the power of imagining likewise; for although it may happen (as I formerly supposed) that none of the things which I imagine are true, nevertheless this power of imagining does not cease to be really in use, and it forms part of my thought. Finally, I am the same who feels, that is to say, who perceives certain things, as by the organs of sense, since in truth I see light, I hear noise, I feel heat. But [sometimes it might be claimed or I might realise] that these phenomena are false and that I am dreaming. Let it be so; still it is at least quite certain that it seems to me that I see light, that I hear noise and that I feel heat. That cannot be false; properly speaking it is what is in me called feeling; and used in this precise sense that is no other thing than thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it comes to this: my activities can be shown to be subject to falsification, but they are mine- and it is certain that the one that is deceived, is still beyond deception- because he cannot be doubted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is like saying the cinema screen may show false images, but the screen is itself the real presence that is not modified by anything that is projected upon it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"[P]erception is neither an act of vision, nor of touch, nor of imagination … but only an intuition of the mind, which may be imperfect and confused … or clear and distinct … according as my attention is more or less directed to the elements which are found in it, and of which it is composed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perception is basically that of the self, the I. And this intuition is defiled by attention upon what is found in the field of perception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"[M]y mind loves to wander, and cannot yet suffer itself to be retained within the just limits of truth … [W]hen looking from a window and saying I see men who pass in the street, I really do not see them, but infer that what I see is men … And yet what do I see from the window but hats and coats which may cover automatic machines? Yet I judge these to be men … [B]y the faculty of judgment which rests in my mind, I comprehend that which I believed I saw with my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimately I am the one that gives the colour of reality to the world--and it is because I know I am real, not open to any doubts or conjecture, that my certification is believed in. The certainty of the world flows from my certainty of what I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(What brought me to these passages of Descartes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://msayers.wordpress.com/2009/06/15/maybe-rene-descartes-was-an-advaitin/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;msayers weblog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehoopoesodyssey.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-in-your-life-doubt-as-far-as.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- my thanks go to msayers and The Hoopoe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6082164341692206389?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6082164341692206389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/descartes-questions-reality-of-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6082164341692206389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6082164341692206389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/descartes-questions-reality-of-world.html' title='Descartes questions the reality of the world'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5524288693269589756</id><published>2009-06-16T09:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:54:46.943+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>A diatribe against neo-advaitins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am short of time, but I want to get this out of the way for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got involved in a blog, and because here I am contradicting some of the things that are being said in the blog, I won't be linking to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What matters is, what I said (so humble of me): here it is, with some editing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Referring to the line of thought: Except for the "I" everything is unreal, things are all okay as they are, we just have to let go of the notion that we have to do something etc...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"This is getting solipsist, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One cannot say, “nothing is there”, and then say, “everything is alright as it is.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact we have an observer and an observed, and the observer is said to be the ground of the observed material does not mean that the observer alone is real and everything else is false.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is false is the distinction between the observer and the observed. When the distinction goes, there is no subject-object, but that could rarely be supposed to mean that my grandpa and my son and my wife are all non-existent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are part of me, and I, part of them- that is how I see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I am all there is, it is as good as to say there is nothing at all. Because, in the absence of others, there is no I. Which is not the case, since the I is always felt to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think people are coming to a conclusion like you would work out a mathematical equation and are running off with the results- stating, these are my parameters.:since they are right, the solution has to be this, no matter what we see or hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My grandpa is definitely real, don’t worry, as real as you and me. Advaita is not to be taken as literally true. As with every other faith or system of thought, we have to read between the lines. It is lived every moment of our lives, even now- if any doubt arises as to how this is true, please ask yourself, “for whom does this doubt arise?” and then be aware of the self and that is all there is to it…"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"To call our thoughts ’stories’ seems to take the sting out of life, I think- may be that is the point- all this is made-up, is this what ’story’ suggests?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there is this: “As long as no story (stories are thought created) is ever seen as better than any other story, then there is no problem with any stories (even these words are a story).”-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now suppose I give you two stories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“The soul is an orangish brown. This much we know–thanks to advances in the forensic sciences–for certain. The rest is mere conjecture. Does the soul survive the death of the body? Is it linked to our personal consciousness? Does it wear flared pants? We simply can’t say.” -&lt;b&gt;A discourse on the soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and, “The teachings of Sankara can be summed up in half a verse: – Brahma Satyam Jagan Mithya Jivo Brahmaiva Na Aparah. Brahman (the Absolute) is alone real; this world is unreal; and the Jiva or the individual soul is non-different from Brahman. This is the quintessence of his philosophy.”- &lt;b&gt;The Advaita Philosophy Of Sri Sankara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do we rate both these two stories the same? And should a man be impelled to seek the orangish brownish reality of his soul, would that be the same as seeking the absoluteness of the reality of his soul?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Advaita as I know it, did not start with Ramana Maharshi- he is part of a long line of tradition, and the way we (Indians) used to treat enlightened people is different from the way people in the west do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, to say that you are I, you are the ground of being, though true, leaves out one implication of what it means to be The source. We see the world around us. Think how much energy goes around. To say that some one is enlightened/ realised/ awakened means he is one with the source. It means he manifests that energy which made the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, we people here in India used to worship the enlightened people even above the Gods themselves. That is why you have the idea that every saint is a manifestation of some God. Ramana is said to be the incarnation of Dakshinamurti, and by some as that of Lord Muruga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We may believe this or not. But what this indicates is that we associate realisation with something greater than what we know- what is called, &lt;i&gt;mysterium tremendum et fascinans&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you come face to face with such a realised master that is what you are supposed to feel. Not you in particular, but people in general. Some might have felt that way, others might not have- but this happens- "&lt;a href="http://home.zonnet.nl/rudolfotto/Rudolf%20Otto%20Inri/Citaten_Engels.html"&gt;submergence into nothingness before an overpowering, absolute might of some kind&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimately advaita is not an anodyne. It is not sitting back and getting on with your life with a vacant smile in the face, a happy song in the heart. There is mystery, there is awe, there is fascination, and there is God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Godless, self-satisfied, there-is-nothing to do school of advaita is a travesty of a whole tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is easy, but it isn't real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramana said that if he gave way to anger, not a crow on the hill would escape his wrath- he felt that. And people senses that it would happen. And J.Krishnamurti said that if there were even five or six enlightened persons in the world at the same time, it would cause a great mutation in the whole consciousness of mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the teachers we have who parade a pain-killer type of advaita, anodyne advaita, do we get this kind of sense of awe and mystery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just very intelligent, easy to understand, do-nothing demand-nothing words that reassure that you are okay, there is nothing wrong- another face of the general positive psychology, feel-good thing that is in fashion these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5524288693269589756?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5524288693269589756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/diatribe-against-neo-advaitins.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5524288693269589756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5524288693269589756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/diatribe-against-neo-advaitins.html' title='A diatribe against neo-advaitins'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4333654197885468985</id><published>2009-06-15T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:10:43.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J Krishnamurti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>A thought on J.Krishnamurti's teachings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;J Krishnamurti never, to my understanding, gave much value to meditation in isolation of everyday activities. In fact, he seems to insist that one can find oneself, find what one is, only in the relationship we have with our environment. He calls this the mirror of relationship, I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Krishnamurti means something not easily comprehensible when he says,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"When man becomes aware of the movement of his own thoughts, he will see the division between the thinker and thought, the observer and the observed, the experiencer and the experience. He will discover that this division is an illusion. Then only is there pure observation which is insight without any shadow of the past or of time. This timeless insight brings about a deep, radical mutation in the mind.":&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This movement of thought is not something you take up and see- this comes about at the point where one does not have any choice in matters of awareness, and also when the naming activity of the mind has ceased: if this is meditation, this goes twenty four hours a day and there is no verbalisation. This is not something that happens prior to 'waking up', this is&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'waking up'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this simile that helps me in gaining a perspective on Krishnamurti's teachings: the truth which he is trying to convey, the insight, is like a flame. You either catch fire, or don't. There is nothing to practice. As such it is rather an empty activity to argue about what Krishnamurti said, or whether he is right or wrong. Such concepts have no validity to his teachings- his teaching and its meaning are not to be found in the words he spoke, they can only come alive when we respond to it with our whole being.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(This is a comment made at &lt;a href="http://markwaller.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mastering Thought.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4333654197885468985?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4333654197885468985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-on-jkrishnamurtis-teachings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4333654197885468985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4333654197885468985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-on-jkrishnamurtis-teachings.html' title='A thought on J.Krishnamurti&apos;s teachings...'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-197215003249224338</id><published>2009-05-23T10:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:12:29.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The Boundaries of Experience- Jill Bolte Taylor</title><content type='html'>I found this extraordinary video at&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/lang/eng/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about a stroke that Jill Bolte Taylor suffered and its impact on her life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="326" width="446"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JillBolteTaylor_2008-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JillBolteTaylor-2008.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=229"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/JillBolteTaylor_2008-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/JillBolteTaylor-2008.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=229"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;Jill Bolte Taylor is a brain-scientist, so what she says has some added importance than what you or I would say, and I am giving here the parts of the transcript I found thought-provoking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;This is why she got interested in studying the brain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I grew up to study the brain because I have a brother who has been diagnosed with a brain disorder: schizophrenia. And as a sister and later, as a scientist, I wanted to understand why is it that I can take my dreams, I can connect them to my reality, and I can make my dreams come true. What is it about my brother's brain and his schizophrenia that he cannot connect his dreams to a common and shared reality, so they instead become delusions? So I dedicated my career to research into the severe mental illnesses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;What she was studying was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"So we were essentially mapping the microcircuitry of the brain: which cells are communicating with which cells, with which chemicals, and then in what quantities of those chemicals?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;And then this happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"But on the morning of December 10, 1996, I woke up to discover that I had a brain disorder of my own. A blood vessel exploded in the left half of my brain. And in the course of four hours, I watched my brain completely deteriorate in its ability to process all information. On the morning of the hemorrhage, I could not walk, talk, read, write or recall any of my life. I essentially became an infant in a woman's body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;She relates what happened to her with the two hemispheres of the brain, I am skipping that- I am reducing this, and perhaps distorting, but what I understand is, the right hemisphere of our brain is plugged into the world and gets information as part of the world- it is always in the NOW- there is no inside and no outside- and it is the left hemisphere of our brain that puts up its hand and says "I am"and does all that thinking, calculating, and planning- so the left hemisphere is the villain as far as holistic experience is concerned, and Taylor's hemorrhage happened there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"On the morning of the stroke, I woke up to a pounding pain behind my left eye. And it was the kind of pain -- caustic pain -- that you get when you bite into ice cream. And it just gripped me -- and then it released me. And then it just gripped me -- and then it released me. And it was very unusual for me to ever experience any kind of pain, so I thought, OK, I'll just start my normal routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"So I got up and I jumped onto my cardio glider, which is a full-body, full-exercise machine. And I'm jamming away on this thing, and I'm realizing that my hands look like primitive claws grasping onto the bar. And I thought, "That's very peculiar." And I looked down at my body and I thought, "Whoa, I'm a weird-looking thing." And it was as though my consciousness had shifted away from my normal perception of reality, where I'm the person on the machine having the experience, to some esoteric space where I'm witnessing myself having this experience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;It gets so, she loses the boundaries of her bodily self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;" And I look down at my arm and I realize that I can no longer define the boundaries of my body. I can't define where I begin and where I end, because the atoms and the molecules of my arm blended with the atoms and molecules of the wall. And all I could detect was this energy -- energy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;So you get to hear what happens when the brain gets totally silent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"And I'm asking myself, "What is wrong with me? What is going on?" And in that moment, my brain chatter -- my left hemisphere brain chatter -- went totally silent. Just like someone took a remote control and pushed the mute button. Total silence. And at first I was shocked to find myself inside of a silent mind. But then I was immediately captivated by the magnificence of the energy around me. And because I could no longer identify the boundaries of my body, I felt enormous and expansive. I felt at one with all the energy that was, and it was beautiful there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Then all of a sudden my left hemisphere comes back online, and it says to me, "Hey! We got a problem! We got a problem! We gotta get some help." And I'm going, "Ahh! I got a problem. I got a problem." So it's like, "OK. OK. I got a problem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"But then I immediately drifted right back out into the consciousness -- and I affectionately refer to this space as La La Land. But it was beautiful there. Imagine what it would be like to be totally disconnected from your brain chatter that connects you to the external world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"So here I am in this space, and my job -- and any stress related to my job -- it was gone. And I felt lighter in my body. And imagine: all of the relationships in the external world and any stressors related to any of those -- they were gone. And I felt this sense of peacefulness. And imagine what it would feel like to lose 37 years of emotional baggage! (Laughter) Oh! I felt euphoria. Euphoria. It was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"And then, again, my left hemisphere comes online and it says, "Hey! You've got to pay attention. We've got to get help.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;In spite of her condition, she manages to call for help, and while going to the hospital, has a more significant moment of truth, she commits herself to an act of real faith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"And a little while later, I am riding in an ambulance from one hospital across Boston to [Massachusetts] General Hospital And I curl up into a little fetal ball. And just like a balloon with the last bit of air, just, just right out of the balloon, I just felt my energy lift and just -- I felt my spirit surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"And in that moment, I knew that I was no longer the choreographer of my life. And either the doctors rescue my body and give me a second chance at life, or this was perhaps my moment of transition."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;Now her life has changed for good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"When I awoke later that afternoon, I was shocked to discover that I was still alive. When I felt my spirit surrender, I said goodbye to my life. And my mind was now suspended between two very opposite planes of reality. Stimulation coming in through my sensory systems felt like pure pain. Light burned my brain like wildfire, and sounds were so loud and chaotic that I could not pick a voice out from the background noise, and I just wanted to escape. Because I could not identify the position of my body in space, I felt enormous and expansive, like a genie just liberated from her bottle. And my spirit soared free, like a great whale gliding through the sea of silent euphoria. Nirvana. I found Nirvana. And I remember thinking, there's no way I would ever be able to squeeze the enormousness of myself back inside this tiny little body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;And this experience inspires her to find an answer to the ultimate question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"So who are we? We are the life force power of the universe, with manual dexterity and two cognitive minds. And we have the power to choose, moment by moment, who and how we want to be in the world. Right here, right now, I can step into the consciousness of my right hemisphere, where we are. I am the life-force power of the universe. I am the life-force power of the 50 trillion beautiful molecular geniuses that make up my form, at one with all that is. Or, I can choose to step into the consciousness of my left hemisphere, where I become a single individual, a solid. Separate from the flow, separate from you. I am Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor: intellectual, neuroanatomist. These are the "we" inside of me. Which would you choose? Which do you choose? And when? I believe that the more time we spend choosing to run the deep inner-peace circuitry of our right hemispheres, the more peace we will project into the world, and the more peaceful our planet will be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;I think, forget the language of the hemispheres, it could be about chakras for all the difference it makes- it is the experience that counts, not the explanation- in Taylor's terms, it is the right hemisphere that counts, not the left-, what happened to her is so significant, and astonishing- it is like a window opening in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;I wish to thank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://msayers.wordpress.com/2009/05/21/the-seeker-me/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;msayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;for pointing out this link: I am deeply grateful to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-197215003249224338?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/197215003249224338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-this-extraordinary-video-at-ted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/197215003249224338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/197215003249224338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-this-extraordinary-video-at-ted.html' title='The Boundaries of Experience- Jill Bolte Taylor'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-695704811259168321</id><published>2009-05-20T23:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:22:49.414+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/microquasar_25_percent(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/microquasar_25_percent(1).JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Image Courtesy:&lt;a href="http://321space.com/"&gt; 321Space.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-8313-Seattle-Buddhism-Examiner~y2009m5d20-The-Fear-of-the-Right-is-symptomatic-of-what-ails-us"&gt;Examiner&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this wonderful story by David Parker at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-8313-Seattle-Buddhism-Examiner~y2009m5d20-The-Fear-of-the-Right-is-symptomatic-of-what-ails-us"&gt;Examiner:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"In the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, the first thoughts of a self-aware consciousness are explored. When consciousness first thought, "I am," it next thought, "I fear what I am not." "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is great in itself, but when I consider that it was in response to an article at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2009/05/20/guantanamo/index.html"&gt;Salon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that was totally political, accusing the Right of being paranoid of everything, I feel this is a wonderful approach to reading the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Parker deserves great appreciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-695704811259168321?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/695704811259168321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/05/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/695704811259168321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/695704811259168321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/05/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-9151239012110776965</id><published>2009-05-08T08:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:29:58.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am on&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ndnb"&gt; Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, and I am not doing many tweets- I just find that it is good for short posts- microblogging- sometimes I tweet things I find profound, and sometimes just plain silly things, and sometimes ordinary life as I see it. I tweet about four or five times a day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But how Twitter is useful for me is in getting some real, profound insights. I make them favorite, and read them now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I think, it is not right that they should just be in there among all the innumerable Tweets in Twitter, they should find a place in a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are the first ten Tweets I liked:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sonrivers"&gt;sonrivers&lt;/a&gt; : Do not trust anyone who tells you who not to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4:46 AM May 6th from twhirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sonrivers: Any door with a sign on it, any door that proclaims itself to be a door, is not the door. But do not look for a sign saying Not-door -Merton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5:52 PM May 5th from twhirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/richschooping"&gt;richschooping&lt;/a&gt; : Our reaction is our guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9:31 AM May 5th from web&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DharmaTalks"&gt;DharmaTalks&lt;/a&gt; : RT @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/TarotHeals"&gt;TarotHeals&lt;/a&gt; : Without changing the world, there is escape from sorrow just by shifting the perspective. by Joseph Campbell #quote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11:33 AM May 4th from TweetDeck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ilawton"&gt;ilawton&lt;/a&gt; : The Talmud says, "Never pray in a room without windows." I feel the same way about cafes, especially today. Its beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11:04 AM May 4th from web&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sonrivers: Man says that time passes; time says that man passes. ~Himalayan folk saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9:48 AM May 4th from twhirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sonrivers: The meaning of life: not only is there no meaning, there is no life. There’s only “living (am),” and all (I) is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3:35 AM May 4th from twhirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sonrivers: RT @ilawton: _/|\_ seems to be most often used for Namaste. Hah, I learnt s'thing new. SO _/|\_ to all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3:12 PM Apr 27th from twhirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sonrivers: RT @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jeffreyjones"&gt;jeffreyjones&lt;/a&gt; : "Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense."-- Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3:35 AM Apr 27th from twhirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ilawton: During a nature slide show, I heard people say "God thats beautiful!". Maybe God cant be defined. Only exclaimed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10:24 AM Apr 19th from web&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend asked me when I said I was twitting, "what is the use of it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably my tweets are not of much use, but these ten are gems. I can't imagine any other medium other than Twitter that is right for these kind of thoughts. It has a kind of purposeful randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-9151239012110776965?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/9151239012110776965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/05/tweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/9151239012110776965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/9151239012110776965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/05/tweets.html' title='Tweets'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3305357289522127095</id><published>2009-04-28T18:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:59:40.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>The Importance of the Idea of a Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read this article, "Enlightenment Therapy" at The&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/26/magazine/26zen-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York Times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a real life story of Louis Nordstrom, qualified as philosopher and a Zen teacher who had psychiatric problems, and who sought treatment from  Jeffrey B. Rubin, a Freudian adept at Zen philosophy, who once believed, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you combine the best of Buddhism and psychoanalysis, you get a full-spectrum view of human nature focused on both health and spiritual potential as well as on the psychological forces we struggle with and the obstacles we unconsciously put in our way&lt;/span&gt;." Rubin practices what he calls meditative psychotherapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What strikes me is this meditation- experience of Nordstrom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Everything around me looked exceedingly odd, as if the glue separating things had started to melt. . . . By the time I got to my room I was weightless; there was no gravity. . . . Then the earthquake or implosion  ‘body and mind dropping off’  occurred. There was an incredible explosion of light coming from inside and outside simultaneously, and everything disappeared into that light . . . there was no longer a here versus there, a this versus that. . . . I understood nothing except that nothing would ever seem the same to me. . . . And despite the fact that I had no understanding whatever of what had happened (nor do I now), this experience changed my life completely."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And subsequently Nordstrom's psychological problems took this turn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"He (was) consumed with the feeling that no one could see him, that he’d become, in his phrase, "the invisible man." He feared what the desire to be seen might drive him to do. How could he have spent his life cultivating unity of body and mind, oneness with all beings and the ability to apprehend reality directly, unmediated by thoughts or concepts or what Zen considered the arch delusion of "the self" - only to be haunted by the feeling that he lacked the most basic unity of all?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is how he feels Rubin has helped him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I’m converted to a very specific point, the relevance of abandonment in my life and the cost of Zen to myself - the damage I did to myself via self-neglect....What Jeffrey has done is indicate that forgetting the self is not a constructive approach. What one needs to do from a psychoanalytic perspective is remember the self."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a  very important article, I feel. Much to ponder about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3305357289522127095?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3305357289522127095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/importance-of-idea-of-self.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3305357289522127095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3305357289522127095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/importance-of-idea-of-self.html' title='The Importance of the Idea of a Self'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7524178564400194957</id><published>2009-04-24T09:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:44:11.371+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>And I just concentrate on absolutely nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was watching the film, "Collateral" when this dialogue came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Max and Annia are in a cab. Max is the driver and Annie is a lawyer under heavy stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Max: "You need a vacation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Annie: "I just had a vacation on the Harbor Freedway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Max: "No, no, not in a cab. You know you need to get your head straight. Get your unified self up. Get harmonic, you know..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Annie&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (interrupting)&lt;/span&gt;: "When was the last time you take a break?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Max: "I go on vacation all the time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Annie: "How often?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Max: "A dozen times a day. My favourite stop. Mauritius Island (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He takes out                                             and shows a pic.&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          "It's my own private getaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          "Things get heavy for me, I take five minutes out. I just go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          "And, I just concentrate on absolutely nothing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things get pretty heavy later, and I don't think Max got any five minutes out, but I liked what he said: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And I just concentrate on absolutely nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7524178564400194957?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7524178564400194957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-just-concentrate-on-absolutely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7524178564400194957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7524178564400194957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-just-concentrate-on-absolutely.html' title='And I just concentrate on absolutely nothing...'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6589540764944923757</id><published>2009-04-19T08:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:09:55.566+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><title type='text'>Awake Being</title><content type='html'>I have said this before, and I will say it again and again- one of the best blogs on non-duality is &lt;a href="http://ever-present-self-shining.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awake Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Fredrik.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say this now because I made a comment there, and I thought, why haven't I said anything about this blog here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is pithy, concise and infinitely wise. Not a word out of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get an idea that this is a person speaking not from his reading or thinking but from the core of being- if not being, from feeling: the words carry a sense of authenticity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6589540764944923757?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6589540764944923757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/awake-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6589540764944923757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6589540764944923757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/awake-being.html' title='Awake Being'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3353298572396562484</id><published>2009-04-19T07:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:46:12.379+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='offbeat'/><title type='text'>Things people do to save their skin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/apr/07/japan-yakuza-boss-buddhist"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guardian.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/apr/07/japan-yakuza-boss-buddhist"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you believe this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A don embarks on the path to sainthood today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadamasa Goto of the Japanese mafia is involved in prostitution, protection racket, white collar crime, and is famous for ruthless and brutal violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For instance, Goto got liver transplant and in thanks gave $100,000 to the hospital "in grateful recognition", but threatened to kill Jake Adelstein, the reporter who went public with the transplant story. Adelstein still has police protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That kind of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now he is set to train in a Buddhist temple in Kanagawa prefecture near Tokyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason for the religious turn is not any new revelation, but pressure from yakuza fraternity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things people do to save their skin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/apr/07/japan-yakuza-boss-buddhist"&gt;guardian.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addendum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Goto's gift of $100,000 to the hospital "in grateful recognition" might or might not have to do with the fact that he got preferred treatment over about ninety people waiting for the liver transplant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. The pressure from yakuza fraternity was not for him to turn to the noble eightfold path, but most probably their valid or unfounded suspicion that he had snitched on them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3353298572396562484?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3353298572396562484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-people-do-to-save-their-skin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3353298572396562484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3353298572396562484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-people-do-to-save-their-skin.html' title='Things people do to save their skin...'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4601668280831459580</id><published>2009-04-15T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:00:00.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein circularities become empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  and not a suggestion of otherness is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein the drive of 'I' loses ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  and desires are all destroyed;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein the mind and its crops wither,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  and all illusions are shattered through;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That Self I-am", be sure in this affirmation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4601668280831459580?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4601668280831459580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2631.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4601668280831459580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4601668280831459580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2631.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:31'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4784308313590485438</id><published>2009-04-15T08:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:55:22.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are that which becomes the I and the You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  you are the Others, all that they are-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are that which is the ground of this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  you are the absolute, where not an atom is-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are that which is incomparably pure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  you are perfection- vast and infinite-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That I-am", be resolute in this affirmation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4784308313590485438?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4784308313590485438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2630.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4784308313590485438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4784308313590485438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2630.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:30'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-2822952884186351235</id><published>2009-04-14T09:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:54:12.210+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The distractive mind'/><title type='text'>The Conquest of Passion- Sakkapanha Sutta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ask me, Sakka, all that you desire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On what you ask, I’ll put your mind at rest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being thus invited, Sakka, Ruler of the gods, put his first question to the Lord: ‘By what fetters, sir, are beings bound - gods, humans, asuras, nagas, Gandhabbas and whatever other kinds there may be - whereby, although they wish to live without hate, harming, hostility or malignity, and in peace, they yet live in hate, harming one another, hostile and malign?’ This was Sakka’s first question to the Lord, and the Lord replied: ‘Ruler of the Gods, it is the bonds of jealously and avarice that bind beings so that though they wish to live without hate... they yet live in hate, harming one another, hostile and malign.’ This was the Lord’s reply, and Sakka, delighted, exclaimed: ‘So it is, Lord, so it is, Well-Farer! Through the Lord’s answer I have overcome my doubt and uncertainty!’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Sakka, having expressed his appreciation, asked another question: ‘But sir, what gives rise to jealousy and avarice, what is their origin, how are they born, how do they arise? Owing to the presence of what do they arose, owing to the absence of what do they arise?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Jealousy and avarice, Ruler of the Gods, take rise from like and dislike, this is their origin, this is how they are born, how they arose. When these are present, they arise; when these are absent, they do not arise.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘But, sir, what gives rise to like and dislike?... Owing to the presence of what do they arise, owing to the absence of what do they not arise?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘They arise, Ruler of the Gods, from desire?... Owing to the presence of desire, they arise, owing to the absence of desire they do not arise.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘But sir, what gives rise to desire?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Desire, Ruler of the Gods, arises from thinking... when the mind thinks about something, desire arises; when the mind thinks about nothing, desire does not arise.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘But, sir, what gives rise to thinking?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Thinking arises from the tendency to proliferation... when this tendency is present, thinking arises; when it is absent, thinking does not arise.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-------&lt;a href="http://tipitaka.wikia.com/wiki/Sakkapanha_Sutta"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://tipitaka.wikia.com/wiki/Sakkapanha_Sutta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am grateful to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sdhammika.blogspot.com/2009/04/tipitaka-is-full-of-little-known-but.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shravashti Dammika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know the exact words which mean "tendency to proliferation", but this describes the distractive mind: how it always looks outward, and finding objects in names and forms, loses its real nature and lapses into forgetfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-2822952884186351235?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2822952884186351235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/conquest-of-passion-sakkapanha-sutta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2822952884186351235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2822952884186351235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/conquest-of-passion-sakkapanha-sutta.html' title='The Conquest of Passion- Sakkapanha Sutta'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1723253945231920347</id><published>2009-04-14T06:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:48:32.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Absolute'/><title type='text'>Kant on the Sublime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here in Ribhu Gita, we read about the Self as absolute and incomparable in its greatness. It is something which is repeated again and again- it is one, whole, outside of which nothing is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I intuitively take it that it could be so, but I accidentally came across something by Immanuel Kant, which takes up this issue of greatness that overarchs everything: a greatness comparable to itself alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"If, however, we call anything not alone great, but, without qualification, absolutely, and in every respect (beyond all comparison) great, that is to say, sublime, we soon perceive that for this it is not permissible to seek an appropriate standard outside itself, but merely in itself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is a greatness comparable to itself alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"The above definition may also be expressed in this way: that is sublime in comparison with which all else is small. Here we readily see that nothing can be given in nature, no matter how great we may judge it to be, which, regarded in some other relation, may not be degraded to the level of the infinitely little, and nothing so small which in comparison with some still smaller standard may not for our imagination be enlarged to the greatness of a world. Telescopes have put within our reach an abundance of material to go upon in  making the first observation, and microscopes the same in making the second. Nothing, therefore, which can be an object of the senses is to be termed sublime when treated on this footing.... Consequently it is the disposition of soul evoked by a particular representation engaging the attention of the reflective judgement, and not the object, that is to be called sublime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"...The sublime is that, the mere capacity of thinking which evidences a faculty of mind transcending every standard of sense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;- Immanuel Kant, The Critique of Judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think Kant's idea is that the use of telescopes shows that everything has something greater than itself, and that of microscopes show us that the least particle is a world in itself- so when we speak of greatness, of the sublime, we have to understand that it belongs to the quality of our mind- reflective judgment-, and that the sublime does not reside in the object itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1723253945231920347?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1723253945231920347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/kant-on-sublime.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1723253945231920347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1723253945231920347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/kant-on-sublime.html' title='Kant on the Sublime'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8279873695431218490</id><published>2009-04-13T06:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:21:39.641+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That which is the infinite ground of existence,&lt;div&gt;  That which is the infinite ground of consciousness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That which is the infinite ground of happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  That which is the infinite ground without duality,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That which is unfragmented from the Soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  That which is the infinite transcendent Self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That I-am", be resolute in this affirmation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8279873695431218490?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8279873695431218490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2629.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8279873695431218490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8279873695431218490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2629.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:29'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-533030418181779391</id><published>2009-04-13T06:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:17:47.602+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That within which while the mind rests absorbed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;  One inheres as what one is, there being no Other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;That within which while the mind rests absorbed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;  Not a grain of otherness persists outside of what one is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;That within which while the mind rests absorbed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;  Shines a joy, incomparable and absolute:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;Remain therein, not having resolved to do anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;  be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-533030418181779391?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/533030418181779391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2628.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/533030418181779391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/533030418181779391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2628.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:28'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6590099687586395578</id><published>2009-04-12T18:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:36:58.963+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That within which while the mind rests absorbed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  all sufferings cease,  and not a grain of pain remains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That within which while the mind rests absorbed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  me, you, and others all go undiscerned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That within which while the mind rests absorbed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  dualities are all emptied of content,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remain therein; not having resolved to do anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6590099687586395578?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6590099687586395578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2627.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6590099687586395578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6590099687586395578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2627.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:27'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7481167034168583096</id><published>2009-04-12T10:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:59:21.291+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That which is easily and past obstructions attained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  through this affirmation, "I am Brahman",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That within which when this affirmation turns quiescent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  a joy is born, which is alone and perfect in itself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That within which while the mind rests absorbed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  a vision arises, unrivalled and without distinction-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remain therein, not having resolved to do anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7481167034168583096?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7481167034168583096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2626.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7481167034168583096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7481167034168583096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2626.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:26'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8754358042886425409</id><published>2009-04-11T19:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:24:19.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><title type='text'>A Dream Within a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found this poem by Edgar Allan Poe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Take this kiss upon the brow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;And, in parting from you now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus much let me avow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;You are not wrong, who deem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;That my days have been a dream;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet if hope has flown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;In a night, or in a day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;In a vision, or in none,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it therefore the less gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;All that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is but a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I stand amid the roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Of a surf-tormented shore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I hold within my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Grains of the golden sand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;How few! yet how they creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Through my fingers to the deep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;While I weep- while I weep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;O God! can I not grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Them with a tighter clasp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;O God! can I not save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;One from the pitiless wave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is all that we see or seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;But a dream within a dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish to thank &lt;a href="http://thehoopoesodyssey.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-within-dream.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TheHoopoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for posting this poem in &lt;a href="http://thehoopoesodyssey.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Odyssey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We speak so easily about life being as good as a dream, but when we are faced with a loss which cannot be recovered, it is hard to take- for most of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Excellent poem, I think this is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8754358042886425409?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8754358042886425409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-within-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8754358042886425409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8754358042886425409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-within-dream.html' title='A Dream Within a Dream'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8589029296598347314</id><published>2009-04-11T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:00:00.434+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He who has determined with certitude his Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;needs know nothing outside of what he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In That which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  for being determined with certitude as Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  becomes the knowledge of all that needs be known;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In That which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  for being determined with certitude as Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  brings to conclusion all that needs be done-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remain therein; without the least thought-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8589029296598347314?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8589029296598347314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2625_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8589029296598347314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8589029296598347314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2625_11.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:25'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-1095764899408480491</id><published>2009-04-11T09:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:50:51.685+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In That which when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  once known and constantly enjoyed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  reveals all pleasure to shine from oneself;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In That which when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  once determined with certitude as Self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  leaves not a mite outside as not-self;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In That which when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  once determined with certitude as Self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  brings enlightenment to the Soul at any state-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remain Therein, without the least thought;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1095764899408480491?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1095764899408480491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2624.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1095764899408480491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1095764899408480491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2624.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:24'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3233166401730467073</id><published>2009-04-10T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:00:00.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:23</title><content type='html'>There wherein sense-organs are all absent,&lt;div&gt;  There wherein the doer himself is absent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein Supreme Joy comes to be-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That which is the settled state of stillness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  That, which when once known, yields no escape-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  having become which,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     one is freed from bondage with birth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remain therein, without the least thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, being That, enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3233166401730467073?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3233166401730467073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2623.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3233166401730467073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3233166401730467073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2623.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:23'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7396494566611554355</id><published>2009-04-10T07:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:45:20.200+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Vivekachudamani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be read with Verse 26:22 of Ribhu Gita:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Now I am going to tell you about the real nature of the supreme Self, by realizing which, man attains liberation and is freed from bondage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;That realization of “I” is indeed the Self which is experienced as “I-I” shining of its own accord, the absolute Being, the witness of the three states of waking, dream, and deep sleep, distinct from the five sheaths, aware of the mental modes in the waking and dream states, and of their absence in the state of deep sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;That Self sees all of its own accord but is never seen by any of these. It gives light to the intellect and ego but is not enlightened by them. It pervades the universe and by its light all this insentient universe is illumined, but the universe does not pervade it even to the slight extent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;In its presence the body, sense, mind, and intellect enter upon their functions as if commanded by it. By that unbroken knowledge, all things from the ego to the body, objects and our experience of them, occur and are perceived. By it life and the various organs are set in motion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;That inner Self, as the primeval spirit, eternal, ever effulgent, full and infinite Bliss, single, indivisible, whole and living, shines in everyone as the witness awareness. That Self in its splendour, shining in the cavity of the heart as the subtle, pervasive yet unmanifest ether, illumines this universe like the sun. It is aware of the modifications of the mind and ego, of the actions of the body, sense organs and life-breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95);  font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;It takes their form as fire does that of a heated ball of iron; yet it undergoes no change in doing so. This Self is neither born nor dies, it neither grows nor decays, nor does it suffer any change. When a pot is broken, the space inside it is not, and similarly, when the body dies, the Self in it remains eternal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(88, 92, 95); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="https://advaita.3dcartstores.com/RAMANA-SHANKARA-amp-the-FORTY-VERSES-by-Ramana-Maharshi-and-Shankara_p_50.html"&gt;-The Advaita Fellowship Store.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7396494566611554355?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7396494566611554355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/vivekachudamani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7396494566611554355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7396494566611554355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/vivekachudamani.html' title='Vivekachudamani'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6780348645619429833</id><published>2009-04-10T07:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:34:39.011+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:22</title><content type='html'>There wherein there is nothing that is illumined,&lt;div&gt;    There wherein there is no veiling power,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein there are no distinctions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   There wherein there is no power of projection,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein there is no power as such at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   There wherein there is no delusion of a world-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remain therein, without the least thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and being That, enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6780348645619429833?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6780348645619429833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2622.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6780348645619429833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6780348645619429833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ribhu-gita-2622.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:22'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5058625313438222345</id><published>2009-03-31T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:00:00.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein the three kinds of body are not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  there wherein the three modes of existence are not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wherein the three types of gunas are not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  there wherein the three varieties of pain are not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wherein the five sheaths are not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  there wherein there is none who adheres to them-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therein having resolved to do nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5058625313438222345?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5058625313438222345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2621.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5058625313438222345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5058625313438222345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2621.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:21'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8203815204937970484</id><published>2009-03-31T06:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:00:00.990+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wherein there is no element that fits in with another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  there wherein not an atom has materialised,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wherein there is nothing that knows me and mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  there wherein there is not the taint of association,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there wherein there is no perversity of any kind-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therein having resolved to do nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That, and enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8203815204937970484?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8203815204937970484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2620.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8203815204937970484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8203815204937970484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2620.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:20'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-2614312829365224242</id><published>2009-03-30T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:00:00.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here there is not  least thought of the fear of hell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here there is no such thing as heavenly comfort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here there is no creator, no created world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   No virtue that is earned therein,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here there is no after-life, no other-world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no cosmos or universe or whatever-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be there. Be unwavering in silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-2614312829365224242?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2614312829365224242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2619.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2614312829365224242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/2614312829365224242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2619.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:19'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-531240621812288422</id><published>2009-03-30T07:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:06:19.712+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>This is IT- Epiphany at the Museum of Natural History in New York.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should thank Dosho Port at &lt;a href="http://wildfoxzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/emc-what.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild Fox Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for drawing attention to this article by Bill Harley at &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=102388795&amp;amp;sc=emaf"&gt;npr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bill Harley writes about a moment of insight that happened to him at the Museum of Natural History in New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was being guided around Einstein exhibits by an Italian Nuclear Physicist.She was talking about Einstein's ideas about time, space and gravity when that moment of insight happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He writes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And then it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't tell you what she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe it was because she really, and I mean, really, really understood what she was talking about. But there was some trigger in her words. Suddenly, the floor fell out from beneath my feet. Something in my head expanded. I was, for an instant, adrift and free in the universe. And out there, I saw that nothing was like I thought it was. All the rules I used to walk across the street and brush my teeth and eat vegetables were only approximations of what was true. What was true was something else entirely. Everything else entirely. It wasn't anything like I thought it was. I caught my breath. My eyes dilated. My skin bristled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMIGOD! I said out loud."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the Epiphany was sooner gone, and Harley was back in his usual, common, ordinary environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The physicist had noticed what had happened to Harley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;""Did you get it?" she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I nodded. "But now it's gone," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;""That's the way it is," she said. "You just keep coming at it from different angles, and after a while you spend more time there.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I was, for an instant, adrift and free in the universe."&lt;/span&gt;- this is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It/That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I think. At least a smaller &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;, ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-531240621812288422?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/531240621812288422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-it-epiphany-at-museum-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/531240621812288422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/531240621812288422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-it-epiphany-at-museum-of.html' title='This is IT- Epiphany at the Museum of Natural History in New York.'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3743795193860160318</id><published>2009-03-30T06:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:37:49.574+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, where there is no initiation into study and its culmination in unitary experience,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here where there is no distinction as between the parts and the whole, or as between objects of a similar kind, or as between dissimilar objects within an universal group,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, where there is no distinction, none at all-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, where nothing is expressed or implied-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be There. Be without the least show of thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be wholly That.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3743795193860160318?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3743795193860160318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2618.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3743795193860160318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3743795193860160318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2618.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:18'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3067542382991691922</id><published>2009-03-29T06:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:00:00.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effortlessness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:17</title><content type='html'>There is no argument-&lt;div&gt;  nothing is won, nothing is lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no teaching is presented,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no teaching understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No duality of the individual and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transcendent&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no limiting adjuncts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know this. Be that truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make not the slightest of the choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That. Be eternally happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3067542382991691922?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3067542382991691922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2617.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3067542382991691922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3067542382991691922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2617.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:17'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7782271755711636981</id><published>2009-03-28T17:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:33:21.864+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effortlessness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:16</title><content type='html'>Within which there is no sacred text,&lt;div&gt;  no student who seeks to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within which there is nothing to doubt or resolve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no argument that is established&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  and no argument that is denied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And within which there is nothing other than the Self-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be there. Be without the slightest of choices-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That. Be happy for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7782271755711636981?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7782271755711636981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2616.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7782271755711636981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7782271755711636981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2616.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:16'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4154220175918987728</id><published>2009-03-27T18:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:00:00.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In which the four requisite disciplines are not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no master, no disciple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no such thing as The Impartite Truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no enlightened one as such, who realises this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, all varieties of enlightenment are lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  there never was ever any one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be without the slightest movement of thought,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4154220175918987728?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4154220175918987728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2615.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Effortlessness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here nothing begins, nothing comes to end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no origin, continuance, culmination-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here there is nothing sacred in particular,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no holy place or God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here there is no room for charity, or virtue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  time is not, nor is space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep without the slightest will,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly that, enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6940453198003780021?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6940453198003780021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2614.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6940453198003780021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6940453198003780021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2614.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:14'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6073815067462258793</id><published>2009-03-22T07:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:29:10.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><title type='text'>A Spiritual Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found a story here at &lt;a href="http://ricardo-yoga.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Portal do conhecimento divino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There lived a couple- Purusha and Prakriti. They lived as one, "I am". After a while, a child, Consciousness, was born to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was an intelligent boy, and to him was born Vishnu, Awareness. He was not as smart as his father, but he was always active.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To this child was born many children:  Brahma, The Mind, took over the work of making things, and Rudra was a destructive fool with a short temper.Vishnu took to the task of keeping things in working order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, Purusha, The Brahman, got tired  of looking after all this and went into silence. His family ignored him, and then fought between themselves and brought the sad story to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think this is a story by Siddharameshwar Maharaj- I read this through Google Translation Tool, so I am not sure (please correct my misreadings). However I like the moral that everything goes wrong because the Father (Parabrahman, The Supreme Being) is forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have to know what we are once everything, every thought and concept, every movement of the mind, is taken away from us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6073815067462258793?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6073815067462258793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/spiritual-story.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6073815067462258793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6073815067462258793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/spiritual-story.html' title='A Spiritual Story'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-9015009008643948712</id><published>2009-03-20T19:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:42:09.507+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J Krishnamurti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramana Maharshi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><title type='text'>Basho's Frog by the Pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elsewhere, with reference to a Haiku by Basho, which goes something like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;by the old pond-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;splash!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wrote this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Not a plop-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;this unwet frog hops about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;on the rippling pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, I made it worse by writing a nonsensical equation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Frog x (Integral sign with limits from zero to infinity) Wetness = Old Pond + Splash"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I meant was, Frog multiplied by the integrated value of Wetness which is a function with the range of zero to infinity, accordingly gives the sum of the differentiated values of the Old Pond and Splash. That is pure drivel. To put this more sensibly, I meant to say that the more wet the frog is, the bigger is the old pond and louder the splash. And when the frog is not wet at all, the old pond and splash disappear, and quite illogically, there is no frog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is rather hard on you to explain what I mean by frog, wetness, old pond and splash. Suffice to say that the frog is 'me', wetness is the contamination with the world through the sense of identity and agency, old pond is the world and splash is the self-centred activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And here are some quotes to go with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The Frog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"All the content of consciousness is like a shallow, muddy little pool, and a little frog is making an awful noise in it. That little frog says: `I'm going to find out'. And that little frog is trying to go beyond itself. But it is still a frog in the muddy pool. Can this muddy pool empty all the content of itself? My little muddy pool is the culture in which I have lived and the little `me', the frog, is battling against the culture, saying `I must get out'. But even if it gets out, it is a little frog and whatever it gets out into, is still a little muddy pool which it will create. Please see this. The mind realizes that all the activity it indulges in, or is forced into, is the movement within the consciousness with its content. Realizing this, what is the mind to do? Can it ever go beyond this limited consciousness?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-J.Krishnamurti, &lt;a href="http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/krishnamurti-teachings/"&gt;The Impossible Question&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The Unwet Frog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are two verses from "Supplement to the Forty Verses" by Ramana Maharshi as translated by Arthur Osborne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verse 26&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Having understood the various states and always holding firmly at heart to the supreme state which is above them and free from delusion, play your part in the world (as in a stage). O hero! Having realized in the Heart that which underlies all appearances, never forget it. Then play your (allotted) part in the world, O hero, acting as though attached to it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verse 27: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"With simulated zeal, and joy, excitement and hatred, initiative and effort play your part in the world without attachment, O hero. Having obtained release from all kinds of bondage, having gained equanimity in all situations and performing outward actions according to your part, O hero, play your part as you like in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of Chapter 5 of The Bhagavad-gita, Robert Charles Zaehner, gives this translation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Transcending Works by Purifying the Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"(6)But hard to attain is (true) renunciation without (the practice of some) spiritual exercise: the sage well versed in spiritual exercise (yoga-yukta) right soon to Brahman comes. (7) Well versed in spiritual exercise, his self made pure, his self and sense quelled, his self become the (very) self of every contingent being, though working still, he is not defiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"(8)'Lo, nothing do I do': so thinks the integrated man (yukta) who knows things as they really are, seeing the while and hearing, touching, smelling, eating, walking, sleeping, breathing, (9) talking, evacuating, grasping, opening and shutting the eyes. 'The senses are busied with their proper objects: (what has that to do with me?' This is the way) he thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(10) And on he works as though he has (long) renounced attachment, ascribing his works to Brahman; (yet) is he not stained by evil as a lotus-petal (is not stained) by water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; (11) With body, mind, soul, and senses alone-and-isolated (from the self) do men engaged in spiritual exercise (yogin) engage in action renouncing attachment for the cleansing of the self. (12) The integrated man, renouncing the fruit of works, gains an abiding peace: the man not integrated, whose works are prompted by desire, being attached to fruits, is bound."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The Old Pond (now no more):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;David Godman writes, and I take the liberty of quoting him extensively:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ajata means ‘not created’ or ‘not caused’. When the word is used as a prefix in vedantic creation theories, it indicates a philosophical or experiential position that the world was never ‘created’. The classic formulation of this position can be found in Gaudapada’s Mandukya Upanishad Karika, chapter two, verse thirty-two. This is Bhagavan’s Tamil rendering of the Sanskrit verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;""There is no creation, no destruction, no bondage, no longing to be freed from bondage, no striving to be free [from bondage], nor anyone who has attained [freedom from bondage]. Know that this is the ultimate truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"This rendering appears as ‘Stray verse nine’ in Collected Works and as ‘Bhagavan 28’ in Guru Vachaka Kovai. Variations of this verse can also be found in the Amritabindu Upanishad (verse 10), Atma Upanishad (verse 30) and Vivekachudamani (verse 574).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"The ajata doctrine takes the position that since the world was never created, there can be no jivas within it who are striving for or attaining liberation. Though it violates common sense and the experience of the senses, Bhagavan regarded it as ‘the ultimate truth’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Muruganar has noted that, though Bhagavan taught a variety of theories of creation to devotees who asked him questions on this topic, the only explanation that tallied with his own experience was the ajata one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;""Though Guru Ramana, who appeared as God incarnate, expounded numerous doctrines, as befitted the different states and beliefs of the various devotees who sought refuge at his feet, you should know that what we have heard him affirm to intimate devotees in private, as an act of grace, as his own true experience, is only the doctrine of ajata [non-creation]. "(Guru Vachaka Kovai, verse 100)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This, and a further in-depth discussion of ajata vada is at &lt;a href="http://sri-ramana-maharshi.blogspot.com/2008/08/ajata.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arunachala and Ramana Maharshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If possible, we will see about the splash and the wetness later, if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is too daunting as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-9015009008643948712?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/9015009008643948712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/bashos-frog-by-pond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/9015009008643948712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/9015009008643948712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/bashos-frog-by-pond.html' title='Basho&apos;s Frog by the Pond'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-9194862413600227793</id><published>2009-03-20T09:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:23:08.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The world as projection'/><title type='text'>The Imagined World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My clumsy readings of Ribhu Gita, I hope, gives an idea that this world is a product of thought- and underlying it, is a deeper order of reality, which is not alien to what we are when we are aware, but not thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Son Rivers has posted this at &lt;a href="http://droppingaparadigm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nonduality Comics&lt;/a&gt;, and this clarifies the matter in a simple and telling manner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1yUHHpF4PYs/ScMOwHuMvMI/AAAAAAAABwo/jSdDrO2rr-g/s400/ndc-4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1yUHHpF4PYs/ScMOwHuMvMI/AAAAAAAABwo/jSdDrO2rr-g/s400/ndc-4b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-9194862413600227793?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/9194862413600227793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagined-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/9194862413600227793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/9194862413600227793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagined-world.html' title='The Imagined World'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1yUHHpF4PYs/ScMOwHuMvMI/AAAAAAAABwo/jSdDrO2rr-g/s72-c/ndc-4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5317066719801610239</id><published>2009-03-20T09:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:17:02.036+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effortlessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing this, there is no desire, no fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no coveting or holding tight;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing to believe in, no bigotry-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  not a remnant of the mind remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no deluding thought of bondage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  and no deluding thought of enlightenment-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Thus. Be without any intention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy everlasting happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5317066719801610239?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5317066719801610239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2613.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5317066719801610239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5317066719801610239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2613.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:13'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5437503410183045600</id><published>2009-03-19T18:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:27:22.085+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effortlessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:12</title><content type='html'>Find that you are-&lt;div&gt;  no bodies, senses and living ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no mind, no intellect, no will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find that the sense of 'I' is not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  neither is nescience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  nor the one that follows in their wake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find- there is no wholeness, no oneness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  not a tiny bit of transaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be there. Be wholly That.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seek nothing. Be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;endlessly happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5437503410183045600?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5437503410183045600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2612.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5437503410183045600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5437503410183045600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2612.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:12'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7116262066538742214</id><published>2009-03-19T09:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:39:08.262+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effortlessness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here- the illusion has not come to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  it does not force you to act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here- you find no ignorance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  and knowledge is absent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here- you find no creator, no soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  the world itself does not exist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  and its God has no presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here. Remain without a single thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be wholly that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy eternal happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7116262066538742214?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7116262066538742214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-269.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7116262066538742214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7116262066538742214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-269.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:9'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4735814099348931542</id><published>2009-03-17T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:00:00.346+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effortlessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where no karma fructifies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where devotion is not, and wisdom absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In There-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there is no result that binds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without which there is no salvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there is no goal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  or any attainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn to That. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be There-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without the slightest of intentions-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy, now and for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4735814099348931542?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4735814099348931542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2611.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4735814099348931542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4735814099348931542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2611.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:11'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-6239222685050966810</id><published>2009-03-17T09:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:59:40.975+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tao Te Ching'/><title type='text'>The Painfulness of Duality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found this post at   &lt;a href="http://zenmirror.blogspot.com/2009/03/dao-de-qing-chapter-2.html"&gt;Zen Mirror&lt;/a&gt;, which in very few words  gives us an insight into what Ribhu Gita tells us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is  a verse quoted from  Stephen Mitchell's Tao Te Ching translation (Chapter 2).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"When people see some things as beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;other things become ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When people see some things as good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;other things become bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Being and non-being create each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Difficult and easy support each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Long and short define each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;High and low depend on each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Before and after follow each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking this further, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dochong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  writes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just love the Daodeqing, because of the simplicity of the texts. When we choose to create (or make) something, there is a residual opposite that is created inadvertently. We don't immediately recognize it nor do we usually acknowledge it. Once we make one, then the ten thousand things follow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the essential point of the verses of Ribhu Gita that I am playing with now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the difference is that since Ribhu Gita is meant to be recited, it keeps to a structure with a particular rhythm. In translating this, it might come out  monotonous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But to the people who recite this, replete as it is with terminologies which they had studied and tried to understand, the words would have rich association. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimately all dualities are delusory and painful. Ribhu Gita asks us to look to where the dualities are not , where there is no subject-object division.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-6239222685050966810?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6239222685050966810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/painfulness-of-duality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6239222685050966810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/6239222685050966810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/painfulness-of-duality.html' title='The Painfulness of Duality'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7581689041988433835</id><published>2009-03-17T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:23:09.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there are not the diverse immortals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  and their worship in various forms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there is not the distinction of Trimurtis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   and meditation of their forms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there is not the form of Paramasivam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   and such contemplation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be there-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without the slightest of intentions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy, now and for ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7581689041988433835?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7581689041988433835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7581689041988433835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/7581689041988433835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-2610.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:10'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4459369235001743595</id><published>2009-03-16T18:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:00:00.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:8</title><content type='html'>In your consciousness,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; there is no imagination,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no one who imagines things to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your consciousness is the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that this universe is unborn,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; does not exist, and never comes to end:&lt;br /&gt;Here, nothing is, has never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;Be without the slightest intention,&lt;br /&gt;Be wholly that,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, now, and for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4459369235001743595?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4459369235001743595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-268.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4459369235001743595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4459369235001743595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-268.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:8'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-5543021876449020666</id><published>2009-03-16T07:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:01:55.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:7</title><content type='html'>There is a space that is not involved&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with no corporeal activity&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;or verbal, or mental;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-no activity of any kind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the space&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;free of sin and virtue&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;free of karma and its fruits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that space.&lt;br /&gt;Be without the slightest intention,&lt;br /&gt;Be wholly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, now, and for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-5543021876449020666?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5543021876449020666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-267.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5543021876449020666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/5543021876449020666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-267.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:7'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4072030744019766370</id><published>2009-03-16T06:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:21:22.133+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramana Maharshi'/><title type='text'>On Ramana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found a very excellent pen-picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ramana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maharshi&lt;/span&gt;, selected from "For Those with Little Dust", by Arthur Osborne at &lt;a href="http://lostnfoundation.blogspot.com/"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meditation&lt;/span&gt; Blog plus health and other issues&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is exceptional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4072030744019766370?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4072030744019766370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-meditaion-blog-plus-health-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4072030744019766370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4072030744019766370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-meditaion-blog-plus-health-and-other.html' title='On Ramana'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4284117838263119780</id><published>2009-03-15T15:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:48:51.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where there is no fault, no virtue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no pain, no pleasure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no silence, no speech,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No duality of any sort;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where there is no body, no mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  no object of perception-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be There. Rid yourself of the triflest of intentions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly That. Rest for ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in That state of Happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4284117838263119780?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4284117838263119780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-266.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4284117838263119780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/4284117838263119780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-266.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:6'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-807258286755429338</id><published>2009-03-14T12:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:08:32.689+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;That within which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no distinction caused by intention,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No peace or turmoil,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No mind or intellect,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No fear, no courage,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No self-image,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, no-self image&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Where there is no fragmented, dualistic consciousness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Be there. Be full of That.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Free from the merest hint of dualistic fear,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Be still- &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Be happy now and ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-807258286755429338?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/807258286755429338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-265.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/807258286755429338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/807258286755429338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-265.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:5'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-7927309945154297260</id><published>2009-03-14T06:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:56:45.506+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:4</title><content type='html'>Be wholly that within which&lt;div&gt;the duality that manifested in such variety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is emptied when enquired into-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly that where not a speck remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the too solid chain of cause and effect-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly that within which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  the mind absorbed, not an atom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  of duality and fear can find some space-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be wholly that where there is not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  the faintest hint of dualistic fear-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abide unwavering-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And find the happiness that surpasses time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-7927309945154297260?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7927309945154297260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-264.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All distinctive objects that appear in such profusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are seen to have never ever been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   when you scrutinise their source.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All-embracing, transcendent Brahman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is all there is, and the Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is not alien or apart from this. Be firm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   in the resolve that this is You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be firm. Root yourself in this conviction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not swerve from it, do not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   be bothered with any 'thing',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but stay with the knowledge of what you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grounded and full with what you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be one with the transcendent Brahman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   and rest for ever in happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-1919309990819710306?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1919309990819710306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-263.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1919309990819710306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/1919309990819710306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/03/ribhu-gita-263.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:3'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-4283246165750358764</id><published>2009-03-11T11:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:53:01.667+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-attentiveness'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seek to know nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   but filled with this "I-am",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of such consciousness and happiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   sit unwavering-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the soul of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be at peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this non-dual wholeness of Brahman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exhaust all distinctions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   of the distracting mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the mind lose its roots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unite, be One, be such that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   you are poised still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the pointer of the balanced scales:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upright, at rest and unwavering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son, this is to be what you are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, is the abidance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of which perfect sages sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Not exactly a translation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-4283246165750358764?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-89437914317558882</id><published>2009-02-17T19:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:05:12.667+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribhu Gita'/><title type='text'>Ribhu Gita 26:1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a vastness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  in which not an atom is foreign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in this vastness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  is eternal abidance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    as what one is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  which is all sweetness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you will come to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is described,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  passes beyond thought-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is difficult to grasp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  but is perfect Truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All devas and yogis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  find it difficult of attainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even so-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  they thirst after this abidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not strictly a translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-89437914317558882?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/89437914317558882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/ribhu-gita-261.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/89437914317558882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/89437914317558882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/ribhu-gita-261.html' title='Ribhu Gita 26:1'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-8002047084031329331</id><published>2009-02-15T12:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:14:36.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three States'/><title type='text'>Who Is the One That Wakes up?- A meditation on Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, Verses II.i.15 to II.i.20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the Brihadaranyka Upanishad that has been &lt;a href="http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-it-that-wakes-up-brihadaranyaka.html"&gt;quoted previously,&lt;/a&gt; there is a dialogue between Ajatasatru and Gargya. A man is fast asleep. He is repeatedly called by his name (the names are that of Prana, so it is the prana that is called to respond), but it has no effect. Then he is physically addressed,  being shaken repeatedly, he wakes up. Now who is the one that wakes up from sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earlier Gargy had identified various manifestations of the individual as Brahman. They were all negated by Gargy when Ajathasatru had queried, “Is this all; is this all?." There is always more to Brahman than what is manifested.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From what my friend Sankarraman has written on this, I understand: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The gist of the issue is that during the waking state the experiencer and the experienced are mixed up. The agent, the experiencer and the organs cannot be separated and identified as the sole self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, when the sleeping person is woken up from sleep, who is it that wakes up? Is it the vital force (Prana) or something beyond it? Which is the true informing Light that wakes up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since the vital force does not respond on being addressed by its name, it is concluded to be an insentient entity. Prana cannot be the self-effulgent light which lights up all illusory phenomena. Phenomena lack luminosity, and for that reason they cannot throw light on themselves; they cannot be known in the absence of the Self, which is non-dual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is this difference between the vital force and the Self: whereas the former does not sleep or wake up, the latter, the relative self, being merged in the vital force during deep sleep, wakes up. As long as this relative self is asleep, its organs do not function, they being absorbed in the vital force. So it does not hear even when its name is being addressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Further, a point could be raised that since the vital force is never asleep, it should be able to hear when it is called. It is thence concluded that the vital force which is ever awake, is not the experiencer: if it is, it should wake up on being called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then who is the entity that wakes up? This is the question raised in the Upanishads.. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The denouement is that the entity which awoke from sleep on being physically assaulted -"blazing forth as it were, flashing as it were, and coming from somewhere as it were, rendering the body different from it, endowing it with consciousness, activity, a different look..." - it is an entity other than the body and the various entities advocated by Gargya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a more formidable issue here, which begs an answer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Prana, vital force, is an insentient entity - if so, can we say that it is asleep or awake? And if it is not the one that woke up, and if it is not the non-dual Self that woke up, who is it that was awakened from sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What has woken up, Sankarraman says, is the relative self, the "I- thought" that is spoken of by Bhaghavan. This exists in the waking state and the dream state and disappears during deep sleep into avidya, and what exists then is the avidya-vritti, the absence of thoughts, the anandamaya kosa, which is also not the Self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The point is that the vital force is an insentient, mechanical force, which in relative terms, is always and unbrokenly awake.The relative self which exists in the waking and dream state and which disappears into avidya in the deep sleep state, it is this that wakes up on being harassed. The true Self is not wakened: it is beyond the three states. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All these points are explained objectively in the Upanishads with parables, suggesting the idea of the prana functioning  even in the deep sleep state. But Ramana Maharshi, who explains everything in a highly subjective language, states that even the prana does not exist in the deep sleep state, the transcendental Self sublating all illusory phenomena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bhagavan's teachings do not subscribe to the idea of the existence of prana in deep sleep, it being absent like all the other unreal adjuncts. The existence of prana in deep sleep is only from the onlookers' view point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It could be that because they subscribe to the reality of prana that in yoga and saiva schools they posit the fifth state of turiyathitha where prana is also dissolved, the body of the yogi becoming a blaze of light, a feat performed by the late Tamil saint Ramalingar known adoringly as Vallalar. But Bhagavan, who  denies the existence of the body even in the here and now, does not countenance of the idea of the disappearance of the body on realization, a question posed by many to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Traditional vedanta has branded deep sleep as one of ignorance, Bhaghavan says that there is full blaze of the jnana in that state which is interrupted in the waking and dream states. The branding of deep sleep as one of ignorance is, according to Bhagavan, made only by the waking-state ego, which confounds its own absence as the absence of the true Self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In one of the verses in Guruvachaka Kovai, it is said that on account of the identification of the Self with the vignanamaya kosa in the waking state, there is believed to exist a deep sleep state, whereas what passes for such a state is only turiya, the natural state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-8002047084031329331?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8002047084031329331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-one-that-wakes-up-meditation-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8002047084031329331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/8002047084031329331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-one-that-wakes-up-meditation-on.html' title='Who Is the One That Wakes up?- A meditation on Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, Verses II.i.15 to II.i.20'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807326692464750967.post-3368328814266616399</id><published>2009-02-15T05:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:37:42.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Perils Of Modern Advaitin Gurus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chi-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/curse-of-neo-advaita.html"&gt;Chi-Ting Apocalypse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "The Neo-Advaita trademarks are: Anyone can be enlightened (Apparently!) ... The I is still there after enlightenment (You can say that again with this lot!) ... You don't need a guru, you can do it yourself (So why do we need any of these idiots then?) ... and there's no sadhana: 'Nothing to do' (Except attend all their satsangs and give them lots of adulation and cash for their multiple DVDs, books, photographs and meditation cushions!)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this a good 'enlightenment' talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807326692464750967-3368328814266616399?l=wendawayhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://chi-ting.blogspot.com/2009/02/curse-of-neo-advaita.html' title='The Perils Of Modern Advaitin Gurus'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3368328814266616399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/perils-of-modern-advaitin-gurus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3368328814266616399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807326692464750967/posts/default/3368328814266616399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendawayhome.blogspot.com/2009/02/perils-of-modern-advaitin-gurus.html' title='The Perils Of Modern Advaitin Gurus'/><author><name>natbas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
