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Post by charliegee on Jul 8, 2010 22:12:17 GMT -5
and why is it illusory pain? ... can't that be just as real as anything else? ... to be dealt with, to be filtered through, lived with and then move on ... isn't labeling it illusory a resistance of sorts? ...
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Post by enigma on Jul 9, 2010 0:24:19 GMT -5
It was just sort of a tongue-in-cheek thingy, Charlie; a tip of the hat to the God of non-duality.
It's real enough, methinks.
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Post by charliegee on Jul 9, 2010 6:12:50 GMT -5
thanks Enigma, I do appreciate hearing that ... sometimes I feel I'm in an alternate reality when I read what is said ... I know 'my pain' and I'm hyperaware how the loss of my wife brought me a healing of sorts ... I know this terminology is off the beaten path but I can only be as plain as I need to be ... it's hard enough for me to convey my intentions in ordinary language ... I sure enough know what I want to say but it all gets tricky in the telling ...
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Post by enigma on Jul 9, 2010 13:12:15 GMT -5
Charlie: You and Wabbit are mainly the ones bringing the depth to this thread that is such that I can't let myself fully connect with it and can only resort to silliness and then scurry off before the river flowing through my body becomes a river of fire . For now, i'll just say I'm deeply humbled by what i see moving in both of you.
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Post by charliegee on Jul 9, 2010 22:20:56 GMT -5
thanks E,
I resort to silliness at times myself. I have found a kindred soul in Wabbitt, As I've stated b/4, since my experience in losing my wife anyone going through cancer or grief has my heart. The way WW handles his situation with humor, grace and poise reminds me so much of Maryann it seems her spirit is visiting me at times. Or at least the spirit she embodied so well. Reminds me of the time: Superbowl 2009 was coming up and she wanted to bet a team. She was picking teams by their colors like, 'Who are the black and yellow or the orange and black.' She turned to me and asked for some money cause she wanted to bet one team or another. She looked me dead in the eye and said, 'Give me some money, you cheap bastard. I haven't cost you a dime since I've been in this joint.' She died a month or so later. Grace under fire, that was my Maryann.
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Post by charliegee on Jul 11, 2010 1:40:43 GMT -5
just returned from a guest bartending stint of my son's ... after a few vodka and tonics, the incessant thump-thump-thump of the black-eyed peas, some forced hilarity and a totally awesome steak sandwich it was a welcome relief to return to my humble but messy living quarters ... A/C, unwatched TV flickering in the darkened bedroom and life slowly draining from my tired carcass as I entered the sweet, black death of sleep ... *just sayin*
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Post by enigma on Jul 11, 2010 12:29:00 GMT -5
And once again you have a head.
You've been resurrected from the dead.
Same thing happened to me
As you can plainly see.
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Post by charliegee on Jul 11, 2010 19:46:58 GMT -5
alas, the head is back with me
for a minute I was wild and free
and accepted what became of me
so there I stood and there I sat
then I awoke and saw the joke
I need a place to put my hat ...
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Post by zendancer on Jul 11, 2010 23:45:15 GMT -5
My father said, with some disdain,
"Son, use your head, need I explain?
It's not a hatrack
Use your brain."
Alas, alack, I failed him so,
I thought so much I didn't know
How much I missed, until I saw
the way to go
and lost my mind
along the way. And so,
today I'm dumb as dumb can be
A total fool am I, but free
No hat, no head, no misery
With only one for company.
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Post by synapticrythms on Jul 17, 2010 13:49:52 GMT -5
LOL, zd... remain with the illusion of a heart and head, until there ultimate unreality is realized and they are swept away along with everything else.
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