mits
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Post by mits on Nov 15, 2010 7:45:52 GMT -5
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louij
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Post by louij on Nov 15, 2010 9:14:17 GMT -5
in afrique du suid this weekend a beautiful innocent young wife is killed, her husband is let go..... the people who kill her gain nothing, a few dollars and a car. So we might say, is this world insance, no people are fragmented..... their frame of reference is so terrible that do not experience the things they do as negative, they frame it as survival and that thei - victim - was in the wrong place at their right time. In africa the prisons are awful places, overpopulated, no tv and free meals, rape is high, and abuse one prisoner to the other takes place ......
When i wrote to master charan singh ji in a worry about the innocent children who are raped... he said, well sister each holds the chain, the links of which are so ancient that we cannot despite trying to understand, we cannot, perpetrator and victim are linked....
i do not believe that for one moment, with all my family in the camps in germany, and the tower 9 11.... there are souls who come here who give their whole essence back into the cosmos, if they die in a car crash, an illness, a quick visit leaving in those first months of birth, it is all compassion. dont freak out about this stance, when we kill, it is a kill stroke to the self definitely.......
the population in informal settlements here, rob eachother daily, of even the little they each have got.......... one is reading every single day of terrible killings...... you could go mad trying to intuite what is taking place.
for me it is that light workers move the positive the light the essence, and yet chaos moves just as potently, and when a pocket forms, oftimes tragety happens....yet amongst every terrible tale now and again we read of a true miracle of survival.......
i have been insane, in a mental institution, it is a panic centre, a loss of all poise and every single positive vibration, we die in those times, we still walk around in the physical but soul is screaming ...... and then
the warm comes, the love returns into you and you just cry, heaving sobs oftimes, that clean you out like a live stream of nature....... i look at me now and see just how beautiful my soul is, how fragile a human being is, that men and women are exact copies in emotions, but have been taught by society to re-act differently...........
then i walk into the presence of a Mandela and see his calm, or meet Ching Hai, and feel her acceptance and surrender, or read Kabir and know..... see beauty at all times, so i come here and read charlie - his poetry moves my soul. love love louij
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Post by karen on Nov 15, 2010 13:07:49 GMT -5
I would say the world isn't insane - more like immature.
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Post by sherry on Nov 15, 2010 21:53:25 GMT -5
I think of it as one of those seeming paradoxes. Yes, the world and all of the apparently separate ones in it are are insane, but there's nothing really going on here....... on the other hand, even this play is intrinsically only Source/God/All That Is and it is unfolding perfectly; even in its apparent madness.
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Post by m on Nov 24, 2010 15:42:11 GMT -5
I once had this experience. It took place while I was participating an "Enilghtenment Intensive", in 78, I guess. I was struggling on "Who am I" and was stuck I don't know where. The, first little by little, slowly, and then more and more, quicker and quicker... I was invaded by pictures, sounds and senstions of the most horribles thing daily happening in this world. It fast become impossible for me to stand it. However, it was still building on and on. I really could'nt cope with it and try to escape, deny... till the moment, I suddenly accepted to be totally invaded by this ovewhelming cruauty and suffering. At that very moment, I lean forward in a big scream of pure suffering, having at the same time the kind of inside image of my own heart blowing up in a flux of blood, going along with the suffering of the wole world. being totally abandonned in that suffering flowing world, I all of a sudden found myself in the most beautiful and blissful "beingness here and now".
Anther time, much later, meditating à night, I was very cold, very tired, pain in my body, a monkey mind... and I asked myself:
"What am i doing ? I know for very long, no practice can lead me anywhere on the spiritual path. So why doing the absurd meditating ?" The the answer came in a kind of flash: straight and strong:
"By love!" I was meditating, not to get anything, just by love. And my meditating (or better my "trying" to meditate) was the same thing as creation itself. And that was like a three folded, blended "I don't know what" which was sort of composed by creation-suffering-love, all in one (me included). From that time my search was much more a gift than a search.
And I view it at participating (I 'm not too sure of my english, forgive me) this creation-suffering-love....
Then much later. Coming back from my last stay in India (2008-09) I was depressed by what's is happening overthere (because of the big market blowing up everywhere and all the consequences for the culture, the economic and the people) and I met a lot of troubles of different sort. Then I broke my spine and... well, to make it short at one time I arrived in a church for mass and my whole body became to shake. When I went and had the Eucharisty, I was, all of a sudden, in the hole of the hurricane. In the saving heart of all this suffering in me and the world. The Eucharisty has allways been a mental kind of methaphore for me. And because of this experience I now see it very differently.
I did not write about these "experiences" to make a point with christianity, but to try to communicate with you a kind of double view of this suffering-enjoying-one-and-unique world which we happen to live together.
m
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Post by charliegee on Nov 24, 2010 18:35:15 GMT -5
wow, what you said really resonated with me, M ... the suffering, the cruelty, the love, the beauty, the aching beauty ... the suffering, sickness and death all interwoven with everything else ... too much for words but amazing ... crazy, yes ... insane, yes ... and yet ..........
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