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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/1/20 3:44 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsChris Marti:
Tim, you're going to need to start a new thread soon. These things get too long and then they don't load fast enough.
can you do it for me, i don't know how to insert that nifty forwarding siddhi.? Now, even?
Please. Thank you.
(edit, p.s.) you know, sweetie--- the thing you do.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=cDakhsaPTE0&feature=emb_logo
Welcome to the Bar!
Live in the nowhere that you came from, even though you
have an address here.
Rumi, in Coleman Barks's rendering
Welcome to the Bar(do) of Last Resort. It it is located in a bad neighborhood---the Dark Night category of DhO--- on purpose, because so much of my learning curve (just corrected a funny typo here: "my learning curse," lol, was tempted to leave it in (sic)) (did, lol) has come in the dukha nanas territory, and John of the Cross and Daniel Ingram's MCBT (1 and 2, going back to 2011) have been my best teachers and greatest helps. In that same vein, Rumi said, "Live in the nowhere that you can from, even though you have an address here." I think the practice logs are as close as the sangha of people living in the various linguistic variations on the nowhere we came from have on DhO to a local address, with the implicit invitation to welcome visitors, and, in my case, as a good red herring for cops arriving to serve warrants. So welcome to this thread, and to tell you the truth, Officer, it seems possible to me that some people just don't get my humor.
If you have found your way here by accident, my advice is to run for the exit door, where you will be given a complimentary beverage of your choice for the wisdom of Not Starting.
If you have unfortunately Started, for whatever misguided reasons, then better by far to finish, and drinks are on the house until all sentient beings are saved, because as the obviously slowest sentient boat afloat, i am doomed to be the last one out of this bar, and will be tending bar at various points, or at least taking the occasional dishwashing and janitorial shifts throughout, and will be available to serve drinks at any time if i can figure out how to pour them into a receptable that doesn't leak too much, and also not poison the person through unskillful means. I personally recommend getting someone else to make your drinks, as any patron of the Bar of Last Resort is cleared to bartend, merely by being in the place, and a number of these people pour with a very slow four-count, if you know what i mean, and i think you do, wink-wink. If you don't know what i mean, i mean that some of the drinks these fuckers pour . . . well, let's just say a little dab will do ya.
Our present primary bartender is Ludwig Wittgenstein, so take your language games directly to him.
If you have come here from a purely morbid or personally-skin-in-the-game interest in spiritual carnage and meditation-related difficulties, the free drinks are two for one.
If you have been invited here, that was irresponsible on my part, and I apologize. Have a drink. All exit doors remain wide open at all times, by order of the Fire Marshall.
If you have come here because we are in a giant fight on another thread and i have asked you to take it outside, please identify yourself to the doorman as you enter. He or she will give you as many free drinks as you are willing to drink before sending you out into the alley behind the bar, where i will continue to do my best to tear you a new asshole.
This is also my “literary” practice log, from 4/21/20--- i will note distinct practice log posts with a first line heading, for those who hate this other shit.
If you're here, really, for any reason at all, truly, God help you.
Namaste,
tim
Live in the nowhere that you came from, even though you
have an address here.
Rumi, in Coleman Barks's rendering
Welcome to the Bar(do) of Last Resort. It it is located in a bad neighborhood---the Dark Night category of DhO--- on purpose, because so much of my learning curve (just corrected a funny typo here: "my learning curse," lol, was tempted to leave it in (sic)) (did, lol) has come in the dukha nanas territory, and John of the Cross and Daniel Ingram's MCBT (1 and 2, going back to 2011) have been my best teachers and greatest helps. In that same vein, Rumi said, "Live in the nowhere that you can from, even though you have an address here." I think the practice logs are as close as the sangha of people living in the various linguistic variations on the nowhere we came from have on DhO to a local address, with the implicit invitation to welcome visitors, and, in my case, as a good red herring for cops arriving to serve warrants. So welcome to this thread, and to tell you the truth, Officer, it seems possible to me that some people just don't get my humor.
If you have found your way here by accident, my advice is to run for the exit door, where you will be given a complimentary beverage of your choice for the wisdom of Not Starting.
If you have unfortunately Started, for whatever misguided reasons, then better by far to finish, and drinks are on the house until all sentient beings are saved, because as the obviously slowest sentient boat afloat, i am doomed to be the last one out of this bar, and will be tending bar at various points, or at least taking the occasional dishwashing and janitorial shifts throughout, and will be available to serve drinks at any time if i can figure out how to pour them into a receptable that doesn't leak too much, and also not poison the person through unskillful means. I personally recommend getting someone else to make your drinks, as any patron of the Bar of Last Resort is cleared to bartend, merely by being in the place, and a number of these people pour with a very slow four-count, if you know what i mean, and i think you do, wink-wink. If you don't know what i mean, i mean that some of the drinks these fuckers pour . . . well, let's just say a little dab will do ya.
Our present primary bartender is Ludwig Wittgenstein, so take your language games directly to him.
If you have come here from a purely morbid or personally-skin-in-the-game interest in spiritual carnage and meditation-related difficulties, the free drinks are two for one.
If you have been invited here, that was irresponsible on my part, and I apologize. Have a drink. All exit doors remain wide open at all times, by order of the Fire Marshall.
If you have come here because we are in a giant fight on another thread and i have asked you to take it outside, please identify yourself to the doorman as you enter. He or she will give you as many free drinks as you are willing to drink before sending you out into the alley behind the bar, where i will continue to do my best to tear you a new asshole.
This is also my “literary” practice log, from 4/21/20--- i will note distinct practice log posts with a first line heading, for those who hate this other shit.
If you're here, really, for any reason at all, truly, God help you.
Namaste,
tim
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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Dukha-nanas dress rehearsal first sit of the day everything one could ask for from a sit: ridiculously short, early bailout from vague surge of
delusory energy, groggy, headachey, disoriented.
Now this is more like it!
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“The bride has entered
The sweet garden of her desire,
And she rests in delight,
Laying her neck
On the gentle arms of her beloved.”
John of the Cross, Spiritual Canticle, 22
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“Our bed is in flower,
bound round with linking dens of lions.
Hung with purple,
Built up in peace,
And crowned with a thousand shields of gold.”
John of the Cross, Spiritual Canticle, 24
Dukha-nanas dress rehearsal first sit of the day everything one could ask for from a sit: ridiculously short, early bailout from vague surge of
delusory energy, groggy, headachey, disoriented.
Now this is more like it!
Practice log/April 30, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 18/ sit 2/ 0:07:41/ end 5:09am/ bbw/ clockwise/ withthisgift-o/ L-mudra
“The bride has entered
The sweet garden of her desire,
And she rests in delight,
Laying her neck
On the gentle arms of her beloved.”
John of the Cross, Spiritual Canticle, 22
Practice log/April 30, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 18/ sit 3/ 0:07:42/ end 7:50am/ bbw/ counterclockwise/ withthisgiftofbre-a
“Our bed is in flower,
bound round with linking dens of lions.
Hung with purple,
Built up in peace,
And crowned with a thousand shields of gold.”
John of the Cross, Spiritual Canticle, 24
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 4/30/20 4:55 PM
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In the inner wine cellar
I drank of my Beloved, and, when I went abroad
Through all this valley
I no longer knew anything,
And lost the herd which I was following.”
John of the Crosss, Spiritual Canticle, 26
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I must say, this morning’s coffee is exceptionally good. Caffeine for meditation awakeness in the wee hours goes back at least to the Chinese Ch’an monks banging back cups of high-octane tea. I have been using what i thought was the cheapest generic shit there was, until the other day at the store. Reaching for the cheap shit i know and love, i saw an old men, 80s at least, like seriously maybe 90s. He was reaching for a can of generic coffee with a purple label. I had noted the garish label long ago and knew that anything with that bright a label was probably selling the label as well as the coffee, which adds price. But he was so instantly lovable that i glanced over at the price on the purple, and saw to my astonishment that it was 60 cents cheaper than mine! I asked him, “Does that have caffeine?” and he grinned and said, “Oh, yeah. I’ve been drinking this stuff for years.” I put my oudated muted-red can back on the shelf, grabbed that bright purple, and haven’t looked back. And i must say, this purple coffee rocks.
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“Fire” Kasina: LED light as meditation object/ first time/ during uncertain, spontaneous, minutes only/ ended 3:59 am
An astounding, mind-blowing experience. I was minding my own business, and saw the face of God. The sound was terrible--- we tried to talk, and it sounded like one of the voice-disguisers on a telephone, deep, underwatery, drawn out. managed only a few words of communication, in that hearing mode. I tried sign language for a while, mostly just heart, heart, heart, but God was steady, no chatter, just heart.
But the visual! Such a beautiful face, totally unexpected and surprising. I mean, you can anticipate “Beauty,” all sorts of brain/mind references. But the living Face!!!!
I laughed, i smoked, i wept, i broke down and REALLY fucking wept, i prayed, i bowed low. The usual devotional shit, all of it as if no one had ever done any of that before.
And here’s the funny part, as i moved to embrace God, God broke off the connection! Apparently the Creator of the Universe had other business to attend to.
Sweet Sister Kerista, let me never forget this moment.
No fucking way to forget that moment. My heart is still thundering. One more like that and i can die as i always wanted, in blissful adoration of the One True Face of Love.
(edit/afterword, 4:13am No afterglow whatsoever. But some insights. I think part of the Taste, the Glimpse, was that abrupt cessation: there's a ton of work remaining to be done. I am stone cold sober, steady, determined to Not Fuck Up.
How anyone could have an experience of any kind and not come away from it with a renewed determination to pray is utterly beyond me. No offense, to anyone, but one Glimpse of Love's Face, and you will starting moving mountains of prayer, and mountains in real life, just for that Face and that Love. Sorry, to the rest of the fucking posers, who haven't gotten that. Keep denying, it won't last. Love is gonna getcha.
An astounding, mind-blowing experience. I was minding my own business, and saw the face of God. The sound was terrible--- we tried to talk, and it sounded like one of the voice-disguisers on a telephone, deep, underwatery, drawn out. managed only a few words of communication, in that hearing mode. I tried sign language for a while, mostly just heart, heart, heart, but God was steady, no chatter, just heart.
But the visual! Such a beautiful face, totally unexpected and surprising. I mean, you can anticipate “Beauty,” all sorts of brain/mind references. But the living Face!!!!
I laughed, i smoked, i wept, i broke down and REALLY fucking wept, i prayed, i bowed low. The usual devotional shit, all of it as if no one had ever done any of that before.
And here’s the funny part, as i moved to embrace God, God broke off the connection! Apparently the Creator of the Universe had other business to attend to.
Sweet Sister Kerista, let me never forget this moment.
No fucking way to forget that moment. My heart is still thundering. One more like that and i can die as i always wanted, in blissful adoration of the One True Face of Love.
(edit/afterword, 4:13am No afterglow whatsoever. But some insights. I think part of the Taste, the Glimpse, was that abrupt cessation: there's a ton of work remaining to be done. I am stone cold sober, steady, determined to Not Fuck Up.
How anyone could have an experience of any kind and not come away from it with a renewed determination to pray is utterly beyond me. No offense, to anyone, but one Glimpse of Love's Face, and you will starting moving mountains of prayer, and mountains in real life, just for that Face and that Love. Sorry, to the rest of the fucking posers, who haven't gotten that. Keep denying, it won't last. Love is gonna getcha.
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One of the most misunderstand and yet straight-to-the-heart-of-it-all verses in the Bible is Psalm 37:11: But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace. This is quoted by Jesus in the Beatitudes in Matthew, so it is one of those wonderful wormhole scriptures connecting both the Jewish Scriptures and their sectarian splinter group of Christianity.
The first thing here is that the Hebrew word translated as “meek,” in Psalm 37, is much much richer: 6035 עָנָו anav pl עֲנָוִ֣ים anawim, poor, afflicted, humble, meek. The plural, pl עֲנָוִ֣ים anawim, poor, afflicted, humble, is often used for the downtrodden children of God, the poor and exploited of the Hebrew nation. It is in many ways a political word--- what we would think of as a left-wing concern for the economically exploited and circumstantially crushed. In the personal sense, it occurs through the Bible in contexts of intense personal suffering: affliction, dukha.
It is also said, koan-ically, in Numbers 12:3, that Moses “was the meekest of men.” The most afflicted, the poorest, the most tormented. The most-dukha ridden.
George S, modified 4 Years ago at 5/1/20 8:45 AM
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One more like that and i can die as i always wanted, in blissful adoration of the One True Face of Love.
That's probably why he broke off the connection, thankfully for us!
Sorry Tim, your work here on earth is not yet done :-)
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Tim Farrington:
One more like that and i can die as i always wanted, in blissful adoration of the One True Face of Love.
That's probably why he broke off the connection, thankfully for us!
Sorry Tim, your work here on earth is not yet done :-)
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Florida Gulf Coast beaches and a Grim Reaper - Redneck Riviera life is so much stranger than fiction:
https://twitter.com/DWUhlfelderLaw/status/1256281243500625929
https://twitter.com/DWUhlfelderLaw/status/1256281243500625929
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phone meditation shared with John X
John X's practice is kind of dzogchen, i think, with some martial arts stuff mixed in. He's too smart for me, basically, a much finer-grained and retentive-logico brain, and way the fuck too Tibetan-steeped. It’s been like this since the late 1980s with this fucker, starting with Herbert Guenther’s eccentric take on the eccentricities of Dzogchen, while climbing Mt. Shasta, right up the avalanche alley on loose rocks (easy route to find, just go to the warning signs forbidding entry, and proceed from there upward), looking for the place where the Lemurian flying saucers emerged from their underground base.
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phone meditation shared with John X
John X's practice is kind of dzogchen, i think, with some martial arts stuff mixed in. He's too smart for me, basically, a much finer-grained and retentive-logico brain, and way the fuck too Tibetan-steeped. It’s been like this since the late 1980s with this fucker, starting with Herbert Guenther’s eccentric take on the eccentricities of Dzogchen, while climbing Mt. Shasta, right up the avalanche alley on loose rocks (easy route to find, just go to the warning signs forbidding entry, and proceed from there upward), looking for the place where the Lemurian flying saucers emerged from their underground base.
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phone sit with John X
out early from very agitated energy; he went the full 7:55.
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Routine experience of deep dark night doo-doo-ka in pre-coffee first sit, the dukha nana dress rehearsal sit of the day, maximum sludge, minimum support.
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Krishna Das, blending an old Christian hymn from his youth with the mature mastery of his bakhti chanting:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWGRr4D6JUc
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running through a taste of the Spandas-karikas this morning, one of the sacred scriptural texts in the Kashmir Shaivite tradition beloved by the guy who first shakti-patted my ass, Swami Muktananda:
roughly translated from the commentary in the Sanskrit:
the sponda vibrational level that leads to individual incarnation is to be heard, once embodied, in the first, muladhara chakra of males, who are assholes, and in the second chakra, in the womb area, for females, who give birth to all assholes.
Chris M, modified 4 Years ago at 5/3/20 7:39 AM
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Tim, I have some coffee here - want some?
I got up and drove to a local drive-thru this morning and spent $10 on coffee for me, wife and my son. I gave the attendant a twenty and made them keep the rest. This is the first non-home-made coffee I've had in weeks. It tastes funny now.
I got up and drove to a local drive-thru this morning and spent $10 on coffee for me, wife and my son. I gave the attendant a twenty and made them keep the rest. This is the first non-home-made coffee I've had in weeks. It tastes funny now.
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/3/20 4:49 PM
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsChris, no coffee before the first sit is a consciously chosen bit of asceticism designed to create DN-like conditions, as much as possible, during this Very Good Mood. I have plenty of coffee, and would rather run out of oxygen, frankly. But thank you!! Feel free to drop by with a to-go cup any time!
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Hey loner in your tin
I thought I'd come and say hi, maybe have a drink.
I've been thinking about you, and over-analyzing, as I'm prone to it. I hope you don't mind if I ***ing share...
A cave-out before I start: obviously there's a part of you that has seen it all already a million times. It come to the surface in the guise of wise advice to many on this board, so there is absolutely no need to say what I'm going to say (nevertheless, 'cause it's fun)...
You appeared to us in your building-up mania super creative self a few weeks ago (for this incarnation). We were quite a few to take a strong liking to you, and entered your dance... I would venture this creative outpour is one way to trigger something around A&P or dissolution (depending how you read maps). I read somewhere recently that the dark night was defined by the fact that we are loosing it, that we cannot note while we are in it. When we can note again, we are in reobs. So you, unborn genius, you carry around this colored rosace with a fluorescent map of tempered insanity on the other side, for those days when you loose it big time. You've been through this, my dear friend, a few times.
Then you come back from the purgatory in your biblical outfit, we could hear Robert Mitchum in the Night of the Hunter, as much if not more loveable from this newly acquired "seriousness" (You are arguing with Olivier, you crazy American.. I'm still trying to figure out that "spanda" quote, it brings the musical debate to some new height, the movement of the inmovable).
The point I want to make is, this evangelist bend, it seems to come with the reobservation... and I would venture it gives you the perfect framework to cycle endlessly in these dukkha ñanas... the passion of Christ... the cruelty of God (in the old testament you are so found of). You revel in the ideas of sacrifice and useless passion for ignorant souls. Well, if you wanted to stick to your Boddhisatva ideal, you would not do otherwise (or maybe become a Goenka practitioner, it is the only path on par). I wonder if you have a persona that would perch you in equanimity and have you rest there for a while! Holidays for Tim F.
That was my question...
A PTBG por favor, with the bush of thorns stuck in the middle!
Love, always
smiling stone
I thought I'd come and say hi, maybe have a drink.
I've been thinking about you, and over-analyzing, as I'm prone to it. I hope you don't mind if I ***ing share...
A cave-out before I start: obviously there's a part of you that has seen it all already a million times. It come to the surface in the guise of wise advice to many on this board, so there is absolutely no need to say what I'm going to say (nevertheless, 'cause it's fun)...
You appeared to us in your building-up mania super creative self a few weeks ago (for this incarnation). We were quite a few to take a strong liking to you, and entered your dance... I would venture this creative outpour is one way to trigger something around A&P or dissolution (depending how you read maps). I read somewhere recently that the dark night was defined by the fact that we are loosing it, that we cannot note while we are in it. When we can note again, we are in reobs. So you, unborn genius, you carry around this colored rosace with a fluorescent map of tempered insanity on the other side, for those days when you loose it big time. You've been through this, my dear friend, a few times.
Then you come back from the purgatory in your biblical outfit, we could hear Robert Mitchum in the Night of the Hunter, as much if not more loveable from this newly acquired "seriousness" (You are arguing with Olivier, you crazy American.. I'm still trying to figure out that "spanda" quote, it brings the musical debate to some new height, the movement of the inmovable).
The point I want to make is, this evangelist bend, it seems to come with the reobservation... and I would venture it gives you the perfect framework to cycle endlessly in these dukkha ñanas... the passion of Christ... the cruelty of God (in the old testament you are so found of). You revel in the ideas of sacrifice and useless passion for ignorant souls. Well, if you wanted to stick to your Boddhisatva ideal, you would not do otherwise (or maybe become a Goenka practitioner, it is the only path on par). I wonder if you have a persona that would perch you in equanimity and have you rest there for a while! Holidays for Tim F.
That was my question...
A PTBG por favor, with the bush of thorns stuck in the middle!
Love, always
smiling stone
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsPractice log/ May 3, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 21/ sit 4/ 0:08:01/ end 6:18am/ bbw/ clockwise/ w-i. r-mudra
Practice log/ May 3, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 21/ sit 5/0:08:02/ end 2:00pm/ bbw/ counterclockwise/ withthisgif-t/ l-mudra
Practice log/ May 3, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 21/ sit 6/0:08:03/ end
8:26pm/ bbw/ clockwise/ wut-h
I am going to begin tomorrow morning on a more intensive retreat form. "Sesshin" is something i now see as more of a radical lifestyle change, setting a new normal. So this will be a genuine intensification, a retreat within the new norm of "seeshin."
My idea is to combine the new sesshin format of as many as possible short-short sits (current state of the art is 0:08:04) with seeing what happens if i go back tio my old regimen of having three major sits to start the start, when the time were something like 1:12, 59 minutes, and 43 minutes. I've give it a few days to start to get a sense of a new equilibrium.
Meanwhile, my posting here will be much reduced. I feel myself cycling already into the DN, dissolution, fear, and rage (not an insight stage, but a grief stage, the one after fear, and so to me woven implicitly through the DN, which it is as possible to see as a straightfoward (haha) human grief process as it is to see it as some privileged rarity for the spiritual elite.
Som eof the dates in my last few days of logging are off, but i haven't got the energy to go back and fix anything. Future Pepes, my apologies. I plead depression.
namaste
(edit) i will no longer be doing my first sit without coffee beforehand, as there is no need to do a dress rehearsal for dark night conditions. It's show time.
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Practice log/ May 3, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 21/ sit 4/ 0:08:01/ end 6:18am/ bbw/ clockwise/ w-i. r-mudra
Practice log/ May 3, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 21/ sit 5/0:08:02/ end 2:00pm/ bbw/ counterclockwise/ withthisgif-t/ l-mudra
Practice log/ May 3, 2020/5780 /sesshin day 21/ sit 6/0:08:03/ end
8:26pm/ bbw/ clockwise/ wut-h
I am going to begin tomorrow morning on a more intensive retreat form. "Sesshin" is something i now see as more of a radical lifestyle change, setting a new normal. So this will be a genuine intensification, a retreat within the new norm of "seeshin."
My idea is to combine the new sesshin format of as many as possible short-short sits (current state of the art is 0:08:04) with seeing what happens if i go back tio my old regimen of having three major sits to start the start, when the time were something like 1:12, 59 minutes, and 43 minutes. I've give it a few days to start to get a sense of a new equilibrium.
Meanwhile, my posting here will be much reduced. I feel myself cycling already into the DN, dissolution, fear, and rage (not an insight stage, but a grief stage, the one after fear, and so to me woven implicitly through the DN, which it is as possible to see as a straightfoward (haha) human grief process as it is to see it as some privileged rarity for the spiritual elite.
Som eof the dates in my last few days of logging are off, but i haven't got the energy to go back and fix anything. Future Pepes, my apologies. I plead depression.
namaste
(edit) i will no longer be doing my first sit without coffee beforehand, as there is no need to do a dress rehearsal for dark night conditions. It's show time.
Wish you great success with new format, and keep us informed please .
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Tim Farrington:
Wish you great success with new format, and keep us informed please .
Siavash, this first practice log of this retreat intensive is dedicated to you, you fucking idiot!
Practice log/ May 4, 20205780/ retreat day 1, sesshin day 23/ sit
1/ 0:12:53/ end 12:33am/ bbw/ clockwise/ one decade
Practice log/ May 4, 2020/5780/ retreat 1, sesshin day 23/ sit 2/ 0:30:00/ end 1:27am/ tonglen
So, half an hour of tonglen. Linda introduced me to Lama Lena, whom i want to ravage, after love at first sight: a tough, dry, funny, vastly
intelligent bird with an encyclopedic knowledge of her Dzogchen lineage. Her talks have been a revelation.
As far as i can tell, tonglen, breathing in dukha and breathing out metta, is the bottom line absolute beginner’s starting point in this lineage. This is good, as that is what i am, a bottom-feeding beginner.
What i discovered, so intensely that i could barely keep from leaping up and knocking on the door of every RV in the park to tell them the good news at 1:30 in the morning (managed to refrain, since i am so depressed now), was that i have been doing tonglen for years now. It’s like the guy learning that he had been writing prose since he first picked up a pencil for the ABCs.
I can do this shit until hell is empty, not just standing on my head, but dancing on my hands.
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsSiavash, what a great comedy team we make! We are the Laurel and Hardy of meditation! You pick which one you want to be first, and I'll choose accrdingly from what is left.
so: to work.
Practice log/ May 4, 2020/5780/ retreat 1, sesshin day 23/ sit 3/ 0:30:01/ end 4:06am/ tonglen/counterclockwise
This is a technique so simple that it is easy to scorn it as nothing. Which it is, done properly. The in-breath happens on its own.
I’m using the rosary as it was originally designed, as a mala, without differentiation from bead to bead, just the horrific effort of reaching for the next bead on the inbreath, under the weight of all the suffering in the world, and letting it go from the sheer relief of being properly crushed, around and around without end, meaninglessly and mindlessly.
In tonglen, you become, functionally speaking, the equivalent of a breath-powered Tibetan prayer wheel, spinning and spinning, probably useless, probably superstitiously. But that spinning is the best game in town.
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Yeah, right
I always forget their names, which one is which, but since I am the idiot, so I'll be the skinny one
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsLaurel and Hardy were a comedy duo act during the early Classical Hollywood era of American cinema. The team was composed of Englishman Stan Laurel (1890–1965) and American Oliver Hardy (1892–1957). They became well known during the late 1920s to the mid-1940s for their slapstick comedy, with Laurel playing the clumsy and childlike friend of the pompous bully Hardy.[1][2] The duo's signature tune is known variously as "The Cuckoo Song", "Ku-Ku", or "The Dance of the Cuckoos". It was played over the opening credits of their films and has become as emblematic of the duo as their bowler hats.
Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy,
I choose to be . . . Oliver Hardy, the fat one, the pompous bully .
and we must begin at once practicing The Dance of the Cuckoos, accompanied by Papa Che on something piccolo-like thing, or something:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snnCKVFzjHE
love, tim
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Okay, I'll add it to the end of Todo-list that I have from 15 years ago
Since the pronunciation of my name is difficult, even here for some old people and little kids, sometimes kids say it exactly like what you said above
so the skinny one, clumsy and child-like, is Stan Laurel= You, Shiavash.
Since the pronunciation of my name is difficult, even here for some old people and little kids, sometimes kids say it exactly like what you said above
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who did we say the fucking idiot was, again?
Are you talking about Srowsh (according to my grandfather)? ;)
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who did we say the fucking idiot was, again?
Are you talking about Srowsh (according to my grandfather)? ;)
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Tim Farrington:
who did we say the fucking idiot was, again?
Are you talking about Srowsh (according to my grandfather)? ;)
Yeah.
To be serious again(!), my grandfather couldn't say my name, and instead would call me Srowsh. Well he was already 90 years old when I was born! He died around the age of 110 as we think.
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Siavash:
Tim Farrington:
who did we say the fucking idiot was, again?
Are you talking about Srowsh (according to my grandfather)? ;)
Yeah.
To be serious again(!), my grandfather couldn't say my name, and instead would call me Srowsh. Well he was already 90 years old when I was born! He died around the age of 110 as we think.
Fucking fantastic, Srowsh! Your grandfather is my new role model, since i happen to be 110 years old myself and may die any minute! I'm dark nighting like there's no tomorrow!
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Siavash:
Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
Tim Farrington:
who did we say the fucking idiot was, again?
Are you talking about Srowsh (according to my grandfather)? ;)
Yeah.
To be serious again(!), my grandfather couldn't say my name, and instead would call me Srowsh. Well he was already 90 years old when I was born! He died around the age of 110 as we think.
Fucking fantastic, Srowsh! Your grandfather is my new role model, since i happen to be 110 years old myself and may die any minute! I'm dark nighting like there's no tomorrow!
Since there's no tomorrow, let's add some more practice time to today
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Siavash:
Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
Tim Farrington:
who did we say the fucking idiot was, again?
Are you talking about Srowsh (according to my grandfather)? ;)
Yeah.
To be serious again(!), my grandfather couldn't say my name, and instead would call me Srowsh. Well he was already 90 years old when I was born! He died around the age of 110 as we think.
Fucking fantastic, Srowsh! Your grandfather is my new role model, since i happen to be 110 years old myself and may die any minute! I'm dark nighting like there's no tomorrow!
Going back to the question at the heart of this context-context-context reply-all thing, No, Srowsh, not you, you fucking idiot! I meant to say by ever so clever implication that OBVIOUSLY I was the fucking idiot. But this misunderstanding between us has led to such sweet fruits! Let's fuck up our communication some more!
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent Postsnobody reads this thread, Srowsh, we're safe as safe can be here. We are the hidden diamonds in the river of diarrhea-like verbiage that is the Bar(do) of Last Resort 2. No one wants to pan through this shit looking for us.
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Ok then!
Going back to do some practice, you keep the Bar open and I'll note some damn sensations!
God bless all the Bars and all the sensations!
...
But Thanks.
Going back to do some practice, you keep the Bar open and I'll note some damn sensations!
God bless all the Bars and all the sensations!
...
But Thanks.
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Thanks for hanging through my graveyard shift, Mr. Laurel!
Practice log/ May 4, 2020/5780/ retreat 1, sesshin day 23/ sit 4/
0:30:02/ end 6:45/ tonglen/clockwise
https://www.amazon.com/Love-Every-Breath-Meditation-Transforming-ebook/dp/B07QZTSFK9/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=love+on+every+breath&qid=1588581596&s=digital-text&sr=1-1
the somewhat unerving realization that each breath is both as
meaningless and as all-important as the one before and the one after. If that
chain breaks anywhere, even on the most trivial moment’s breath, you have
failed in your mission again. And failure is guaranteed.
Practice log/ May 4, 2020/5780/ retreat 1, sesshin day 23/ sit 4/
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https://www.amazon.com/Love-Every-Breath-Meditation-Transforming-ebook/dp/B07QZTSFK9/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=love+on+every+breath&qid=1588581596&s=digital-text&sr=1-1
the somewhat unerving realization that each breath is both as
meaningless and as all-important as the one before and the one after. If that
chain breaks anywhere, even on the most trivial moment’s breath, you have
failed in your mission again. And failure is guaranteed.
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for tonglen, paradoxically, the “shittier” (technical term from the Tibetan, cf. Guenther on “rShddr”) the sit, the easier tonglen gets. All the usual measures are out the window is degree of suffering in the in-breath is the prima materia you are using to breathe out that beam of golden love: murky, sludgy, exhausted, hurting physically, sleepy, stupid, ugly in my own eyes: pre-gold shit! It’s like cocaine, man, pure pure shit, and you snort what you can handle on any given in-breath and then trip motherfucker through the long release of God/dess’s grace.
good shit, man. love that shit. turns out i got tons of that shit, too, and tons to burn. It’s a burners’ market.
using a very gentle and ancient mantra with this tonglen: “oh” on the in-breath, the weight-bearing cry; and “God” on the outbreath, pouring out Her grace.
this comes from one of my favorite psalm , #63:
{A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.} O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; 2 To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary. 3 Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee. 4 Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name. 5 My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips: 6 When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. 7 Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. 8 My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me.
“Oh God, Thou art my God,” was, if i recall correctly, my first Judeo-Christian mantra, when i was switching over from the old ashram mantras circa 1990, getting into Centering Prayer, doing a retreat with Thomas Keating and a bunch of gays and old nuns, and old gay nuns, in the Old St. Mary’s Church in Chinatown, SF. He was a VERY tall man, and looked awesome in his order’s visiting team uniform of black and white.
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this tonglen practice is so powerful. I think tonglen is at the root of a story like this:
It is interesting to me that in some way I don't understand, this technique is too much for me right now. I have stretched every aspect of my life to the limit in recent days, driven by something close to rage, and i feel the vast silence around me now, scorched earth in every direction.
I'll go back next sit to the One that brung me, my God old prayer of body-breath-Word. I think it has the best chance right now stabilizing before i do any real damage. At this point, at worst, I have pissed most everyone near and dear to me off, or am pissed off at them, or both. Anger is the second stage of grief. Time to move on from that.
love, tim
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsI used to do mandalas as a way of trying to ground, or channel, very high energy into something like art, something beautiful or interesting, and real.
I started this one when i started the sessin, and i'm thinking i might see if i can find a time-lapse series in this. if not, this is a precise map of an emerging cosmos from the seed of the empty hole in the center, made by the compass needle, of, uh, God.
love, tim
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Gotcha, you two interstellar idiots!
Hello hello Tim of the tin,
I was thrilled to see that you switched to longer sits and another technique... But which technique? I was shocked: the tonglen seems to be the most powerful Boddhistava stuff around: Take in all the shit in the world, and exhale pure gold. You need to have the old still of your alchemical playschool running full time inside/outside, fire burning day and night... it's not for the fainthearted... or for the serial dark nighter. I suspect you have this little being inside, that thrives on suffering, getting stronger the more you feed him with it...
Tonglen, the ultimate sacrifice, first time I heard about it was in Ken Wilber's One taste (his most entertaining to my taste!) where he did just that with his dying wife. He had a beautiful page about the seriousness (well, the tragic) of it, what happens if you actually take what you wish you take...
It is not a question to you, I know you are ready... but... What about a practice where you would breathe in all the love and beauty of the world and breathe out your darkest suffering? Or inhale God, exhale the sinner (it won't go anywhere).
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
Of course, I wish you the best with any thing you'll come up with!
Yep, bartender, two lentong, por favor, one for me and one for you!
smiling
PS : I love that magic feather story... No mercy in hell!
Hello hello Tim of the tin,
I was thrilled to see that you switched to longer sits and another technique... But which technique? I was shocked: the tonglen seems to be the most powerful Boddhistava stuff around: Take in all the shit in the world, and exhale pure gold. You need to have the old still of your alchemical playschool running full time inside/outside, fire burning day and night... it's not for the fainthearted... or for the serial dark nighter. I suspect you have this little being inside, that thrives on suffering, getting stronger the more you feed him with it...
Tonglen, the ultimate sacrifice, first time I heard about it was in Ken Wilber's One taste (his most entertaining to my taste!) where he did just that with his dying wife. He had a beautiful page about the seriousness (well, the tragic) of it, what happens if you actually take what you wish you take...
It is not a question to you, I know you are ready... but... What about a practice where you would breathe in all the love and beauty of the world and breathe out your darkest suffering? Or inhale God, exhale the sinner (it won't go anywhere).
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
Of course, I wish you the best with any thing you'll come up with!
Yep, bartender, two lentong, por favor, one for me and one for you!
smiling
PS : I love that magic feather story... No mercy in hell!
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Gotcha, you two interstellar idiots!
Hello hello Tim of the tin,
I was thrilled to see that you switched to longer sits and another technique... But which technique? I was shocked: the tonglen seems to be the most powerful Boddhistava stuff around: Take in all the shit in the world, and exhale pure gold. You need to have the old still of your alchemical playschool running full time inside/outside, fire burning day and night... it's not for the fainthearted... or for the serial dark nighter. I suspect you have this little being inside, that thrives on suffering, getting stronger the more you feed him with it...
I was thrilled to see that you switched to longer sits and another technique... But which technique? I was shocked: the tonglen seems to be the most powerful Boddhistava stuff around: Take in all the shit in the world, and exhale pure gold. You need to have the old still of your alchemical playschool running full time inside/outside, fire burning day and night... it's not for the fainthearted... or for the serial dark nighter. I suspect you have this little being inside, that thrives on suffering, getting stronger the more you feed him with it...
Tonglen, the ultimate sacrifice, first time I heard about it was in Ken Wilber's One taste (his most entertaining to my taste!) where he did just that with his dying wife. He had a beautiful page about the seriousness (well, the tragic) of it, what happens if you actually take what you wish you take...
It is not a question to you, I know you are ready... but... What about a practice where you would breathe in all the love and beauty of the world and breathe out your darkest suffering? Or inhale God, exhale the sinner (it won't go anywhere).
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
Of course, I wish you the best with any thing you'll come up with!
I'm going back to the One who got me this far. I think my basic body-breath-Word prayer is so integrated, within and without, that it will get back to square one of right pace (no hurry). It's bad enough for a Bodhisattva to ever get caught up in hurry, but for the designated bar-closer in hell, really, what's the fucking rush?
Yep, bartender, two lentong, por favor, one for me and one for you!
smiling
smiling
PS : I love that magic feather story... No mercy in hell!
Thanks, man. You are water in the desert here, the sip that keeps a guy crawling right along.
love, tim
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in the dukha nanas, no nonsense.
This may be the first time i have ever really understood the apparently brutal, apparently world- and self-despising, world- and self-denying, apparent ascetic self-mortification in the extreme of John of the Cross’s poem early in the Ascent of Mt. Carmel (I, 13:6):
6. Strive always to prefer, not that which is easiest, but that
which is most difficult;
Not that which is most delectable, but that which is most unpleasing;
Not that which gives most pleasure, but rather that which gives least;
Not that which is restful, but that which is wearisome;
Not that which is consolation, but rather that which is disconsolateness;
Not that which is greatest, but that which is least;
Not that which is loftiest and most precious, but that which is lowest and most despised;
Not that which is a desire for anything, but that which is a desire for nothing;
Strive to go about seeking not the best of temporal things, but the worst.
Strive thus to desire to enter into complete detachment and emptiness and poverty,
with respect to everything that is in the world, for Christ’s sake.
John of the Cross, Ascent of Mt. Carmel, Book I, chapter 13, verse 6
which is most difficult;
Not that which is most delectable, but that which is most unpleasing;
Not that which gives most pleasure, but rather that which gives least;
Not that which is restful, but that which is wearisome;
Not that which is consolation, but rather that which is disconsolateness;
Not that which is greatest, but that which is least;
Not that which is loftiest and most precious, but that which is lowest and most despised;
Not that which is a desire for anything, but that which is a desire for nothing;
Strive to go about seeking not the best of temporal things, but the worst.
Strive thus to desire to enter into complete detachment and emptiness and poverty,
with respect to everything that is in the world, for Christ’s sake.
John of the Cross, Ascent of Mt. Carmel, Book I, chapter 13, verse 6
I used to say that i could go with himin understanding, and even knowing, that this present suffering wouldbear its purgative fruits in good, and accept that, but that i couldn’t go that final step you see in people like John X and Rumi and so many others, of actually welcoming the burn.In my basic prayer there is usually a kind of stutter-stepbetween “accept,” which i can do, and “embrace,” which i knew perfectly well that i could not do, and could not even imagine doing: we embrace what we love,not what pains us. I could accept the pain as the means of the Living Flame of Love, and know it to be in that acceptance that I truly lived; but I could not embrace that pain as if it were the Flame Herself, however much i knew intellectually that this was perfection.
This dark night, this dukha?Fucking A i embrace it. It is refreshing to be free of all that other shit, of allthat other shit. The dark night is God’s way of getting the soul all to Herself.
Franklin Merrell-Wolff, in his great memoir of Awakening, Pathways through to Space, says somewhere that there was a point at which he stopped identifying with the wood, and began identifying with the fire.
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This is two hours of meditation this morning, which is roughly equal to the most i’ve slept at any one time, with a few blessed exceptions, for weeks now, during what i am still trying to think of as this phase of Tim In A Very Good Mood, but which most laymen, professionals, friends, and family, would probably be easiest characterizing as “mania,” or, more simply, in addressing me on the topic, “Jeezus fucking Christ, Tim, get help.”
Meditation may actually be more restful and regenerative than sleep, at these lengths, which presuppose a viable asana posture, and for me is actually more comfortable on the whole than lying down, which brings bodily pressures and tensions of the body that i apparently have to be unconscious to navigate. And so the prayer process in meditation could be seen, with humor but real truth too, as a subspecies of lucid dreaming: my body sleeps, but my heart is awake, as it says somewhere in the Bible, the Song of Songs, i think.
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the first three sits today are fairly exactly the extent of my old regimen meditation practice: three major sits per writing morning, plus whatever scriptural refuge and study the circumstances require (e.g., "Which of the darker Psalms will keep me from killing myself today?"), plus, if it's in play, some Actual Writing. The sparsity of Actual Writing by me even at my best is truly astounding; it really is pretty much a tale told by an idiot that i've been bleeding out all these years, full of sound and fury, signifying (almost? I wish) nothing.
So another thing contributing to my determination to make this pass through the dukha nanas state of the art is that i really have some real-world work that i want to get done: 1) finishing my novel; 2) shepherding a friend’s novel, which involves a full-on editorial immersion read of the manuscript, and pitching the thing to my agent, which pushes her overloaded self and immense heart that much closer to a terminal breakdown, which will then be on my head as the straw that broke that noble back; and 3) trying to help another former student get a proper novel worked up to make the next step in his very promising career, which also involves close editing, which is hard fucking real-time work.
I’ve always said my best state was what i called “a working depression.” I’m making a half-humorous, very serious effort of going beyond that clinical language in a lot of ways, so that what i present to people is not some Good Tim/Bad Tim, Properly Chastened Tim/Fucking Out of Control Tim dichotomy, but an integrated human being with a mood range perhaps more vivid and far-ranging than some. So not”mania,” as the reflex characterization (though that is true enough and will do for the vast majority of situations), but Tim in a Very Good Mood; and not depression, ditto, no problem in common usage, but most truly, “Tim in the Dukhas nanas big-time.”
Or, and, Tim Getting His Writerly Game Face On. As in everything, context, context, context.
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It occurred to me that i am no longer either on retreat (tonglen) or in sesshin (vipassana). Rather, what is happening now is that period when we come home from such spiritual adventured and explorations and immersion in specific practices at the highest sustainable intensities and have to try to integrate the fruits of those special dedicated times into our daily life As It Is.
So, the first Tuesday in Ordinary Time, stealing the calendar concept from Mother Church, for what it calls the time of the year following
the last of the early extraordinary seaons, Advent, lent, Easter, and Pentecost: Ordinary Time. It is just perfect. And so, here i am, arriving at the place where i began and knowing it for the first time, as T. S. Eliot said so beautifully of the end of all our journeyings.
Funny digression, because it’s my fucking thread: a beloved Love of My Life, in one of our last gasps, once gave me this lovely wooden wall thing with a picture of a cute little camper on it, and the inspiring quote from T. S. Elliot (sic): “The journey, not the arrival, matters.”
I was delighted by every aspect of this gift, particularly its implications for my sex life, and even the fact that the poet’s name was misspelled on the thing didn’t give me much pause. Writers understand egregious proofreading failures.
So i rush off to the pile of Most Special Books within arm’s reach of my writing chair to get the T. S. Eliot collected works and give us the joy
of hearing that quote together From the Source. It sounds like something from near the end of the 4th of the Four Quartets, “Burnt Norton.” But damn it to hell, the closest i can find is the one i thought of first, as above, right where i knew it was, as the penultimate payoff of the 4th quartet, and so of all four:
We shall not cease from exploration, and the
end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place
for the first time.
T.S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton"
end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place
for the first time.
T.S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton"
I flip through the quartets backwards, no luck; i try “Ash Wednesday,” the next obvious candidate for a source of the quote. After more of this than was really good for the relationship at that point, I was forced to conclude that this was an example of a strange new phenomenon on the web: the attribution of something you want to get said to someone you believe will carry a certain weight with the reading public. Examples of this abound on the web these days. It spoke well, I suppose, for Eliot’s enduring stature as a literary voice of some authority, despite the trashing he’s taken in recent years as his engrained and casual anti-Semitism (for example) has become more and more plain in this age of the Woke.
What the hell was I saying, before all that?
I have a friend who can genuinely keep track of any conversationally extravagant detour in some kind of flow chart or something in his mind, and with no discernible hesitation bring any kind of wise-ranging solo diversion jam extravaganza side loop right back home to the original point, and know it again for the first time, richer for the journey.
My mother was also a master of this exquisite art, and burned its example into me as i marveled over the decades at her craft, how far out she could go and still bring it home on the right beat when the solo was over. She unfortunately lost this bring it home ability in her later years, not through senility but through simply losing her edge of genius somehow, and those wide-ranging forays spun from diverse threads became the entirety of her conversation. I remember feeling despair, and terror, and boredom, at that, and the terror was that I was like that myself, without ever having her genius in the first place. “No wonder nobody reads my novels, i’m a digressive motor mouth without a center of gravity.”
Like that.
Anyway, here we are: back to the basics, home from the wars, trying to integrate, especially, the sesshin breakthroyugh of adding multiple
short meditations through out the day, which if i can do it will amount to a fairly radical lifestyle revision.
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It is not a question to you, I know you are ready... but... What about a practice where you would breathe in all the love and beauty of the world and breathe out your darkest suffering? Or inhale God, exhale the sinner (it won't go anywhere).
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
(I'm not supposed to exercise my throat chakra today but I am supposed to take the possibility to make the world a better place, and I think this might be it, because this is important.)
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Meditation may actually be more restful and regenerative than sleep, at these lengths, which presuppose a viable asana posture, and for me is actually more comfortable on the whole than lying down, which brings bodily pressures and tensions of the body that i apparently have to be unconscious to navigate. And so the prayer process in meditation could be seen, with humor but real truth too, as a subspecies of lucid dreaming: my body sleeps, but my heart is awake, as it says somewhere in the Bible, the Song of Songs, i think.
Hey Tim, just checking in, been busy with kids lately and stabilizing EQ so not been following your log so much.
Sleep/dream meditation is totally legit and works well for some people. Check out Andrew Holecek, there's a good interview with him on Michael Taft's Deconstructing Yourself podcast which I was just listening to. Basically he says a lot of us are afraid of sleep because the ego dissolves, but if you can maintain awareness on the sleep/wake border or within sleep/dreams then that can be very fertile ground which is harder to access during waking meditation because the subconscious is much closer.
Cheers
aggie
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I’ve always said my best state was what i called “a working depression.” I’m making a half-humorous, very serious effort of going beyond that clinical language in a lot of ways, so that what i present to people is not some Good Tim/Bad Tim, Properly Chastened Tim/Fucking Out of Control Tim dichotomy, but an integrated human being with a mood range perhaps more vivid and far-ranging than some. So not”mania,” as the reflex characterization (though that is true enough and will do for the vast majority of situations), but Tim in a Very Good Mood; and not depression, ditto, no problem in common usage, but most truly, “Tim in the Dukhas nanas big-time.”
This sounds like a great place to be. What's it been, like 3 weeks or something? I am impressed and happy for you my friend. I'm curious to see how the cycling plays out with regard to your work/writing now ...
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Tim Farrington:
It is not a question to you, I know you are ready... but... What about a practice where you would breathe in all the love and beauty of the world and breathe out your darkest suffering? Or inhale God, exhale the sinner (it won't go anywhere).
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
Lentong! To reverse your christian bend.
(I'm not supposed to exercise my throat chakra today but I am supposed to take the possibility to make the world a better place, and I think this might be it, because this is important.)
Linda
It might be worth pondering whether there is a difference between inside and outside.
It might be worth pondering whether there is a difference between inside and outside.
Or wait until your retreat is over, before exercising you splendid throat chakra any more.
love, tim
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Let me put it like this, briefly for now: you aren't separate from the world. The way you treat the world, you also treat yourself - and the way you treat yourself, you also treat the world.
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Hey Hi to you both!
Linda, what I am pointing at is that Tim treats himself like shit (pardon my language) whereas he treats the world in quite a beautiful manner, according to what we can witness many times a day on this forum.
I am intuiting that it is partly because his role model is a god who was a guy who got tortured (more or less on purpose, I won't get into that debate here) for the sake of all sinners... of all future christian sinners (and let's slaughter the infidel! Or the protestant by the catholic and the other way round...). Or John of the cross, gasp... Where does equanimity stand in this worldview? I would say, either it is not worth a dime (the fuel of christian faith is passion with a big P), or it is where you meet God, in one of those absorptions which are godified in every tradition but the Buddha's, who showed the steep way out to us who don't want to listen... Even the Buddhists themselves, in several later traditions, put this "going out" of the fire of existence into the closet, replacing it with more radiant realities.
So I agree with you, Linda, that we project our inner constructions in every perception of the world outside, and that this same inner stuff is just a product, a consequence of the environment we always lived in (the inner world is constructed through our development with the bricks of the outside brought home by our five senses -the sixth is the cement to hold it together).
I am pretty sure Tim knows all that more deeply than I do, though...
Tim, I believe that all you need to let go of for the whole of you to dwell in equanimity and beyond is to get rid of this ingrained belief that suffering is GOOD. You thrive on the vertigo you get at plunging your gaze into the abyss... And you said some deep stuff about the fate of the american writer, he's not meant to be happy, is he? Hemingway... Hunter S. Thomson... David Foster Wallace... John Kennedy Toole... Richard Brautigan... Virginia Woolf... We don't want you on that list! And I am sure we can count on that part of you who is already in equanimity or beyond, looking at your ordeal with a wicked sense of humor.
Oups, I let myself give lectures to my friends once more, standing on a table, quite inebriated, hoping they'll forgive me... in the morning...
Anyway, goodnight, my friend (and to Linda as well), I'm really impressed with your practice!
metta to you all, dwellers of this late joint
smiling stone
Linda, what I am pointing at is that Tim treats himself like shit (pardon my language) whereas he treats the world in quite a beautiful manner, according to what we can witness many times a day on this forum.
I am intuiting that it is partly because his role model is a god who was a guy who got tortured (more or less on purpose, I won't get into that debate here) for the sake of all sinners... of all future christian sinners (and let's slaughter the infidel! Or the protestant by the catholic and the other way round...). Or John of the cross, gasp... Where does equanimity stand in this worldview? I would say, either it is not worth a dime (the fuel of christian faith is passion with a big P), or it is where you meet God, in one of those absorptions which are godified in every tradition but the Buddha's, who showed the steep way out to us who don't want to listen... Even the Buddhists themselves, in several later traditions, put this "going out" of the fire of existence into the closet, replacing it with more radiant realities.
So I agree with you, Linda, that we project our inner constructions in every perception of the world outside, and that this same inner stuff is just a product, a consequence of the environment we always lived in (the inner world is constructed through our development with the bricks of the outside brought home by our five senses -the sixth is the cement to hold it together).
I am pretty sure Tim knows all that more deeply than I do, though...
Tim, I believe that all you need to let go of for the whole of you to dwell in equanimity and beyond is to get rid of this ingrained belief that suffering is GOOD. You thrive on the vertigo you get at plunging your gaze into the abyss... And you said some deep stuff about the fate of the american writer, he's not meant to be happy, is he? Hemingway... Hunter S. Thomson... David Foster Wallace... John Kennedy Toole... Richard Brautigan... Virginia Woolf... We don't want you on that list! And I am sure we can count on that part of you who is already in equanimity or beyond, looking at your ordeal with a wicked sense of humor.
Oups, I let myself give lectures to my friends once more, standing on a table, quite inebriated, hoping they'll forgive me... in the morning...
Anyway, goodnight, my friend (and to Linda as well), I'm really impressed with your practice!
metta to you all, dwellers of this late joint
smiling stone
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Knock, knock! ... (peaks throught the door) Do you still serve drinks? Ok thank you I'll have a pint of Guinness cheers!
Sits beside the crowd at the bar and joins the conversation;
My father before me, and his father before him, and his father before him told me that all are constructs but I like to think that some, like this Buddha-Dharma is a wholsome construct and some other constructs might be unwholsome. Some lead to suffering and others to the cessation of suffering. Some are good for humans, devals and all others beings and some are detrimental.
In drinking this pint there is only the drinketh, refering back to no one! Cheers!
Swim you fools, swim up the stream not to get washed down the eternal labyrinths of forgiveness!
Excuse my rumbbling just wanted to say hi and ; Tim I am reading you but not replying much as I dont have much to say as you can read from this post of mine
Sits beside the crowd at the bar and joins the conversation;
My father before me, and his father before him, and his father before him told me that all are constructs but I like to think that some, like this Buddha-Dharma is a wholsome construct and some other constructs might be unwholsome. Some lead to suffering and others to the cessation of suffering. Some are good for humans, devals and all others beings and some are detrimental.
In drinking this pint there is only the drinketh, refering back to no one! Cheers!
Swim you fools, swim up the stream not to get washed down the eternal labyrinths of forgiveness!
Excuse my rumbbling just wanted to say hi and ; Tim I am reading you but not replying much as I dont have much to say as you can read from this post of mine
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Breathwork Session (zoom) with Nooraya Sophia Wales and group/ 8-9:30pm
I had been invited to this by an old friend, now both enlightened and married and raising One of Those Young Women Who Make You Feel Just Fine About the Future Fate of Human During an Anthropogenic Global Extinction Event.
I was trying to get to the session earlier, to get oriented, as my only other zoom event had been a cannibis Higher Thought Party populated by west coast intellectuals stoned to the gills on mushrooms, where i had arrived right on time and laid waste to the whole tea party scene before i even began to get oriented.
Sad, to say, i got lost on the way, got beat up and left for dead in an alley, but woke eventually to read, painted in neon orange on the alley
wall, “For a good time, call Sophia at. . .” Beside that was the door to the place i was going.
So i arrived, once again, barely in time, and simply muted my microphone immediately and indefinitely. Breathwork mpeople are notoriously sensitive.
John of the Cross’s reputation is as a fanatically ascetic, mortification-mad, world-denying extremist, and rightly so. This les-than-whole
truth does obscure his incredibly erotic sense of the actual fruit of all that shit. Put in the usual homely and simple technical terms of the (spectacularly undeveloped and rudimentary, in the light of more sophisticated traditions) plain-spoken Carmelite theology, at some point, the soul and her God fuck like rabbits, in a garden, in a bed in flower, and surrounded by dens of lions to keep everyone out. This fine point of the via negativa came to mind and eye and ears, with an almost unprecedented clarity, vividness, and visceral
immediacy, during this breathwork session.
Enough said.
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very sleepy, but unable to bear going back to sleep for the moment.
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Hey Hi to you both!
Linda, what I am pointing at is that Tim treats himself like shit (pardon my language) whereas he treats the world in quite a beautiful manner, according to what we can witness many times a day on this forum.
I am intuiting that it is partly because his role model is a god who was a guy who got tortured (more or less on purpose, I won't get into that debate here) for the sake of all sinners... of all future christian sinners (and let's slaughter the infidel! Or the protestant by the catholic and the other way round...). Or John of the cross, gasp... Where does equanimity stand in this worldview? I would say, either it is not worth a dime (the fuel of christian faith is passion with a big P), or it is where you meet God, in one of those absorptions which are godified in every tradition but the Buddha's, who showed the steep way out to us who don't want to listen... Even the Buddhists themselves, in several later traditions, put this "going out" of the fire of existence into the closet, replacing it with more radiant realities.
So I agree with you, Linda, that we project our inner constructions in every perception of the world outside, and that this same inner stuff is just a product, a consequence of the environment we always lived in (the inner world is constructed through our development with the bricks of the outside brought home by our five senses -the sixth is the cement to hold it together).
I am pretty sure Tim knows all that more deeply than I do, though...
Tim, I believe that all you need to let go of for the whole of you to dwell in equanimity and beyond is to get rid of this ingrained belief that suffering is GOOD.
Linda, what I am pointing at is that Tim treats himself like shit (pardon my language) whereas he treats the world in quite a beautiful manner, according to what we can witness many times a day on this forum.
I am intuiting that it is partly because his role model is a god who was a guy who got tortured (more or less on purpose, I won't get into that debate here) for the sake of all sinners... of all future christian sinners (and let's slaughter the infidel! Or the protestant by the catholic and the other way round...). Or John of the cross, gasp... Where does equanimity stand in this worldview? I would say, either it is not worth a dime (the fuel of christian faith is passion with a big P), or it is where you meet God, in one of those absorptions which are godified in every tradition but the Buddha's, who showed the steep way out to us who don't want to listen... Even the Buddhists themselves, in several later traditions, put this "going out" of the fire of existence into the closet, replacing it with more radiant realities.
So I agree with you, Linda, that we project our inner constructions in every perception of the world outside, and that this same inner stuff is just a product, a consequence of the environment we always lived in (the inner world is constructed through our development with the bricks of the outside brought home by our five senses -the sixth is the cement to hold it together).
I am pretty sure Tim knows all that more deeply than I do, though...
Tim, I believe that all you need to let go of for the whole of you to dwell in equanimity and beyond is to get rid of this ingrained belief that suffering is GOOD.
16 For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delightest not in burnt offering. 17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
“Broken” here, in the Masoretic Hebrew, is
7665 שָׁבַרshabar, as in Ex 12:46 (bone of paschal lamb), 32:19 (what Moses did to the first tablets he brought down from the darkness at the top of Sinai, when he saw the tribe worshiping the golden idol); Ps 29:5 (what the Voice of Lord does to the cedars); 34:18 (again, the heart, where the Lord is “Nigh unto them” whose heart is), and so 147:3 (in which He heals the heart He broke); Isaiah 61:1 (again, hearts, in one of the foremost vrabbit-hole texts--- an old rabbinic term, that--- that pops up, among other places, in Lk 4:18, where the new testament Koine Greek has it τοὺς συντετριμμένους τὴν καρδίαν· =Lk 4:18, 4937); and, notably, in 66:9, where it is taken in its deeper sense of “breaching,” and thus, “bringing to birth,” as when the Lord says here: Shall I bring to the birth, and not cause to bring forth? saith the LORD.
Meaning, as i take it in one of the 72 possible readings of this verse, per the rabbis of old, that if The Lord set it in motion, the Lord gonna get in done, sure as shit.
You thrive on the vertigo you get at plunging your gaze into the abyss... And you said some deep stuff about the fate of the american writer, he's not meant to be happy, is he? Hemingway... Hunter S. Thomson... David Foster Wallace... John Kennedy Toole... Richard Brautigan... Virginia Woolf... We don't want you on that list! And I am sure we can count on that part of you who is already in equanimity or beyond, looking at your ordeal with a wicked sense of humor.
Oups, I let myself give lectures to my friends once more, standing on a table, quite inebriated, hoping they'll forgive me... in the morning...
Anyway, goodnight, my friend (and to Linda as well), I'm really impressed with your practice!
metta to you all, dwellers of this late joint
smiling stone
Anyway, goodnight, my friend (and to Linda as well), I'm really impressed with your practice!
metta to you all, dwellers of this late joint
smiling stone
love, tim
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsPapa Che Dusko:
Knock, knock! ... (peaks throught the door) Do you still serve drinks? Ok thank you I'll have a pint of Guinness cheers!
Sits beside the crowd at the bar and joins the conversation;
Sits beside the crowd at the bar and joins the conversation;
"JAYZUS, it’s fooking Papa Che in the house! Drinks for all, a round for all the damned! Put it on Tim’s tab!"
[Voice: "Tim's credit ain't worth shit here." ]
"Exactly!"
My father before me, and his father before him, and his father before him told me that all are constructs but I like to think that some, like this Buddha-Dharma is a wholesome construct and some other constructs might be unwholesome. Some lead to suffering and others to the cessation of suffering. Some are good for humans, devals and all others beings and some are detrimental.
[general rapt nodding in the bar. Applause, a few derisive shouts. Farrington goes to tear a new asshole in the derisive ones, then realizes that this is hell, for fook’s sake, there’s always gonna be haters in hell, til hell is cleared. It’s hust a bad crowd, bad to the bone.]
In drinking this pint there is only the drinketh, refering back to no one!
[fights break out everywhere. Not a single flying chair hits Papa Che. The denizens take this to mean that God thinks Pops is correct.]
Cheers!
[the thunder of the Bar’s reply says: Datta, dayadhvam, damyata, as in the days of old in the fable of the meaning of Thunder in the Brihadarankaya Upanishad. (A translation may be found in Deussen’s Sechzig Upanishads des Veda, p. 489. See Olivier for further questions.)]
Swim you fools, swim up the stream not to get washed down the eternal labyrinths of forgiveness!
Excuse my rumbbling
we love rumbbling here: cf above, and--- https://tseliotsthewasteland.fandom.com/wiki/V._What_the_Thunder_Said
just wanted to say hi and ; Tim I am reading you but not replying much
Copy that, Papa Che Actual I read you 5 x5 and clear. over.
as I dont have much to say as you can read from this post of mine
you old blarney man. Your every syllable and smiley is treasured.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, out.
love, tim
you old blarney man. Your every syllable and smiley is treasured.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, out.
love, tim
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/6/20 2:36 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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once you see that there’s nothing to do but the next in-breath, and that the next in breath is best left to the flawless discernment of the breath
itself, in God’s timem, which is die allerbestezeit, then . . . well, Q.E.D., there’s nothing left to do.
This causes quasars to erupt like crazed lighthouses in distant galaxies. The sub-atomic, pre-Planck-length foam of the void seethes. Beautiful women are tied by Snidely Whiplash to railroad tracks and we save them and they give us a kiss. All sentient beings giggle, then fling themselves into saving each other all over again.
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/6/20 3:17 PM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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From A Glossary of Motherfucker, the native language of, uh, “Tim”* :
Motherfucker, n., abbreviated at times MF: 1) a bad person, as in “Say what, motherfucker? Are you looking to die today?” cf also REMF, Rear-Echelon Motherfucker, a field marine phrase for the kind of guy back at base who gets your people killed while covering his own ass with the higher-ups whose ass he lives to kiss, or, in general, any asshole tucked safely behind a desk while the real people do the work in spite of him out where it’s dirty and it hurts. 2) a good person, “What a bunch of great fucking motherfuckers!” or “You may be a motherfucker, but you are my motherfucker, motherfucker.” 3) a member of the proto pre-archaic Ur-tribe in the mythical ab initio era of the Motherfucker lineage, 4) the proto pre-archaic Ur-language of the Motherfucker lineage,
also used in adjective form, as in “That is some great motherfucking shit!” (cf “shit”)
Practice log/ May 6, 2020/5780/ 1st Tuesday in Ordinary Time/ sit 5/ 0:08:13/ end 1:57pm/ bbw/ counterclockwise
From A Glossary of Motherfucker, the native language of, uh, “Tim”* :
"a gentle lean toward death." (one syllable in native Motherfucker.)
a little notion that in my tradition, loosely translated from my native tongue into what is called by The Rest of Them in English, The Crazy Motherfuckers You Really Just Best Leave Alone, although in our tongue it is only one syllable---
What this “gent;le lean toward death” means is, we all go into situations, every situation, really, and the dreaded boredom between Situations, worse of all, we all go in sort of mildly hoping that the next in-breath DOESN'T come. Then we're done with this shit for a while. The R & R in the hell bardos is exceptional, just primo stuff. You see Motherfuckers in the Bar of Last Resort all the time, swapping tall tales, drinking what there is to drink, grabbing people's butts, any people, really, we just like grabbing butts, i don't know why. We know that next in-breath will come, but we milk every eon we can; an eon out of action here, an eon there, pretty soon you skipped some real time. But we all know that the Motherfuckers are in until the ploughs are be
at into . . . No, until the swords are beaten into. . . shit, till they let us stop.
Practice log/ May 6, 2020/5780/ 1st Tuesday in Ordinary Time/ sit 6/ 0:08:14/ end 3:48pm/ bbw-1/ counterclockwise (oops)
From A Glossary of Motherfucker, the native language of, uh, “Tim”* :
bbw-1 a variation on bbw, cf, in which movement around the rosary begins immediately, and each bead is one phrase of the basic prayer. Used in situations when concentration is too challenged to get through a full stationary praying of the full prayer.
“*” denotes a term in the Glossary, as in:
*Tim n., often used as a name. x) on occasion, an acronym for something, e.g., “Trouble Is Mymiddlename.” “Too Intensely Manic,” etc.
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/7/20 4:20 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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very sleepy, a wonderful thing in context. and so, to bed.
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“I have just three things to teach:
simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
you return to the source of your being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.”
Tao Te Ching, 67 (in Stephen Mitchell’s translation)
Practice log/ May 7, 2020/5780/ 1st Thursday in Ordinary Time/ sit 2/ 0:59:00/ end 3:18am/ bbw
“Some say that this teaching is nonsense.
Others call it lofty but impractical.
But to those who have looked inside themselves,
this nonsense makes perfect sense.
And to those who put it into practice,
this loftiness has deep roots.”
Tao Te Ching, 67 (in Stephen Mitchell’s translation)
Practice log/ May 7, 2020/5780/ 1st Thursday in Ordinary Time/ sit 2/ 0:43:21/ end 4:49am/ bbw
“Knowing others is intelligence;
knowing yourself is true wisdom.
Mastering others is strength;
mastering yourself is true power.
If you realize you have enough,
you are truly rich.
If you stay in the center
and embrace death with your whole heart,
you will endure forever.”
Tao Te Ching, 33 (in Stephen Mitchell’s translation)
J W, modified 4 Years ago at 5/7/20 9:12 PM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsJohn W:
Nice!!
LOL. Thanks, brother.
Practice log/ May 6, 2020/5780/ 1st Tuesday in Ordinary Time/ sit 7/ 0:08:15/ end 5:19pm/ bbw-1/ clockwise
Practice log/ May 6, 2020/5780/ 1st Tuesday in Ordinary Time/ sit 8/ 0:08:16/ end 6:17pm/ bbw/ clockwise (oops)
Practice log/ May 8, 2020/5780/ 1st Friday in Ordinary Time/ sit 1/ 1:12:21/ bbw-1/ end 2:44am
I have been working more lately from someplace i used to try to translate into other languages, any languages, all languages, but have now come to recognize as simply home sweet home. It is the same through every stage of insight, always available. It is refuge in the dark night, perfect equanimity in EQ, perfect calm in mania, always in balance with whatever else is going on in my embodiment: free and pure and quite simply without dukha, transience or self.
There are thoughts galore, the mind quite active, and even very playful, active in the wildest speculation, trying on every theory of What The Fuck is going on (which is nothing, de facto, but the most interesting nothing, the only game in town and out of town, pre-town, post-town, in townlessness, and in the wilderness and city.
No bliss, none of that shit. Once i’m there, i’m done, gate gate gate snuffed like a candle flame. I often think of it as My Own Private Bardo, but lately i have discovered i can work from it, actual two-way communication, using the body, as long as the body is not actually dead but merely unfindablable without intention. It is knowledge, simply, not sense travel. No where to go, no desire to go. Perfect unhurried ease, curiousity alive, considering every possibility of future and past incarnation (it seems possible to me that reincarnation in the “past” is pretty much the same as the standard reincarnation in the future, intellectually and mythologically and metaphorically, it’s just that sticking to the future for your births allows the communal comfort of a “coherent” developmental time line more amenable tomlanguage and analysis, while reincarnating in the past just confuses everyone, unless you manage to make a really good time travel paradox story out of it, to entertain them, or claim something based on it, which just pisses people off.
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/8/20 4:13 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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This below from Shargrol is my new scripture. I am printing it on business cards and taking the bus down to stand by the Watch Tower ladies at the train station, and give them to passing strangers. The ladies and i are going to get tight, a soft cop hard cop thing, saving souls one piece of printed material at a time.
I believe this wisdom applies to Every Fucking Moment on the Path, Any Path.
Shargrol
"A gentler approach is to have the intention to stay on the breath, allow for both success and failure to happen, and when failure eventually happens (which of course it will, that's built into the practice, no big deal) --- then the important part of practice happens: noting what was so seductive to the mind. The important thing isn't to get a A+ in class for staying on the breath, it's to learn about how your own mind works. It's learning directly what seduces the mind, and once we know, we can't be very confused anymore. Over time, with the gentler approach, the mind will follow the intention and stay on the breath and it will be a much more sustainable. It won't require effort because your practice didn't require effort with the gentler approach. The mind can hold breathing in awareness without a big struggle".
"A gentler approach is to have the intention to stay on the breath, allow for both success and failure to happen, and when failure eventually happens (which of course it will, that's built into the practice, no big deal) --- then the important part of practice happens: noting what was so seductive to the mind. The important thing isn't to get a A+ in class for staying on the breath, it's to learn about how your own mind works. It's learning directly what seduces the mind, and once we know, we can't be very confused anymore. Over time, with the gentler approach, the mind will follow the intention and stay on the breath and it will be a much more sustainable. It won't require effort because your practice didn't require effort with the gentler approach. The mind can hold breathing in awareness without a big struggle".
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/8/20 5:50 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsPractice log/ May 8, 2020/5780/ 1st Friday in Ordinary Time/ sit 3/ 0:43:22/ bbw/ end 6:42am
from sarah elizabeth this morning, the great gift that of noting that i am in “a working mania”.
Genius. I am so grateful to her, especially since she is my usual strongest advocate for extremes of Prudence and don’t-get-yourself-fucking-locked-up-you-fucking-idiot pit bull. For which she takes tons of shit from me, no good deed going unpunished, as per the universal law.
A working depression was all i had, for decades, to get my real work on the planet done, for my whole life. Now the sky’s the limit, and the bottom of the sea, and every bardo opens up, as a working mania allows me new freedom when i get to the flow chart point of “Decide not to manage mood” in my Staying-Off-the-Fucking-Meds Protocol.
J W, modified 4 Years ago at 5/8/20 11:55 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 727 Join Date: 2/11/20 Recent PostsTim Farrington:
Practice log/ May 8, 2020/5780/ 1st Friday in Ordinary Time/ sit 2/ 0:59:01/ bbw-1/ end 4:38am
This below from Shargrol is my new scripture. I am printing it on business cards and taking the bus down to stand by the Watch Tower ladies at the train station, and give them to passing strangers. The ladies and i are going to get tight, a soft cop hard cop thing, saving souls one piece of printed material at a time.
I believe this wisdom applies to Every Fucking Moment on the Path, Any Path.
Shargrol
"A gentler approach is to have the intention to stay on the breath, allow for both success and failure to happen, and when failure eventually happens (which of course it will, that's built into the practice, no big deal) --- then the important part of practice happens: noting what was so seductive to the mind. The important thing isn't to get a A+ in class for staying on the breath, it's to learn about how your own mind works. It's learning directly what seduces the mind, and once we know, we can't be very confused anymore. Over time, with the gentler approach, the mind will follow the intention and stay on the breath and it will be a much more sustainable. It won't require effort because your practice didn't require effort with the gentler approach. The mind can hold breathing in awareness without a big struggle".
"A gentler approach is to have the intention to stay on the breath, allow for both success and failure to happen, and when failure eventually happens (which of course it will, that's built into the practice, no big deal) --- then the important part of practice happens: noting what was so seductive to the mind. The important thing isn't to get a A+ in class for staying on the breath, it's to learn about how your own mind works. It's learning directly what seduces the mind, and once we know, we can't be very confused anymore. Over time, with the gentler approach, the mind will follow the intention and stay on the breath and it will be a much more sustainable. It won't require effort because your practice didn't require effort with the gentler approach. The mind can hold breathing in awareness without a big struggle".
Smiling Stone, modified 4 Years ago at 5/9/20 8:46 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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Hey Tim!
I was thinking of copying a hundred times:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
But with the copy/paste option, cheating would be (rightly) suspected, so one time will do:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
I saw something here this morning... Where is it? ahhh:
Tim:
Well, I'm really trying to talk about this on my log, how different layers of mind are on different levels of realization (I say "vipassana jhanas" because I can't speak of "realization" for myself -I was thinking of knowledge of equanimity of first path in my case- but here, I've got unlimited credit at the bar?). It is obvious to me that there is this part of you who's got quite a few paths in your rearview mirror, but you just don't want anybody else to close the bar...
Just saying but... I'm not your Mom!
Also, I love your interaction with this שָׁבַרshabared angel, you saw something that nobody else saw... I'm just a little bit concerned to see you get in that game but... I'm not your Momma!
Love
smiling stone
Edited: siddhis added
I was thinking of copying a hundred times:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
But with the copy/paste option, cheating would be (rightly) suspected, so one time will do:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
I saw something here this morning... Where is it? ahhh:
Tim:
I have been working more lately from someplace i used to try to translate into other languages, any languages, all languages, but have now come to recognize as simply home sweet home. It is the same through every stage of insight, always available. It is refuge in the dark night, perfect equanimity in EQ, perfect calm in mania, always in balance with whatever else is going on in my embodiment: free and pure and quite simply without dukha, transience or self.
Well, I'm really trying to talk about this on my log, how different layers of mind are on different levels of realization (I say "vipassana jhanas" because I can't speak of "realization" for myself -I was thinking of knowledge of equanimity of first path in my case- but here, I've got unlimited credit at the bar?). It is obvious to me that there is this part of you who's got quite a few paths in your rearview mirror, but you just don't want anybody else to close the bar...
Just saying but... I'm not your Mom!
Also, I love your interaction with this שָׁבַרshabared angel, you saw something that nobody else saw... I'm just a little bit concerned to see you get in that game but... I'm not your Momma!
Love
smiling stone
Edited: siddhis added
Smiling Stone, modified 4 Years ago at 5/9/20 3:15 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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Edit: That was a post from yesterday which did not go through (but I had it saved!)
Seems to work today...
Seems to work today...
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/9/20 3:50 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsSmiling Stone:
Hey Tim!
I was thinking of copying a hundred times:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
But with the copy/paste option, cheating would be (rightly) suspected, so one time will do:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
I saw something here this morning... Where is it? ahhh:
I have been working more lately from someplace i used to try to translate into other languages, any languages, all languages, but have now come to recognize as simply home sweet home. It is the same through every stage of insight, always available. It is refuge in the dark night, perfect equanimity in EQ, perfect calm in mania, always in balance with whatever else is going on in my embodiment: free and pure and quite simply without dukha, transience or self.
Well, I'm really trying to talk about this on my log, how different layers of mind are on different levels of realization (I say "vipassana jhanas" because I can't speak of "realization" for myself -I was thinking of knowledge of equanimity of first path in my case- but here, I've got unlimited credit at the bar?). It is obvious to me that there is this part of you who's got quite a few paths in your rearview mirror, but you just don't want anybody else to close the bar...
Just saying but... I'm not your Mom!
Also, I love your interaction with this שָׁבַרshabared angel, you saw something that nobody else saw... I'm just a little bit concerned to see you get in that game but... I'm not your Momma!
Love
smiling stone
I was thinking of copying a hundred times:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
But with the copy/paste option, cheating would be (rightly) suspected, so one time will do:
"I'm not Tim's Mom, I should not make fun of his or anybody's faith, or I'll get שָׁבַרshabared with the help of ancient hebraic runes!"
I saw something here this morning... Where is it? ahhh:
I have been working more lately from someplace i used to try to translate into other languages, any languages, all languages, but have now come to recognize as simply home sweet home. It is the same through every stage of insight, always available. It is refuge in the dark night, perfect equanimity in EQ, perfect calm in mania, always in balance with whatever else is going on in my embodiment: free and pure and quite simply without dukha, transience or self.
Well, I'm really trying to talk about this on my log, how different layers of mind are on different levels of realization (I say "vipassana jhanas" because I can't speak of "realization" for myself -I was thinking of knowledge of equanimity of first path in my case- but here, I've got unlimited credit at the bar?). It is obvious to me that there is this part of you who's got quite a few paths in your rearview mirror, but you just don't want anybody else to close the bar...
Just saying but... I'm not your Mom!
Also, I love your interaction with this שָׁבַרshabared angel, you saw something that nobody else saw... I'm just a little bit concerned to see you get in that game but... I'm not your Momma!
Love
smiling stone
You are SO FUCKING NOT MY MOM.
love, t
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/9/20 3:54 AM
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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brutal night and a very tough groggy morning, after being unable to sleep, partly from back pain after a rare outing into The World yesterday, all day. The other contributing factor in the sleeplessness was Love, which i have trained all my life to Live With. It is only lately that i am taking training to Live With activity in The Fucking World* seriously in spiritual practice.
The venture into The Fucking World was actually beautiful, aside from various technical difficulties encountered in this covid-upended new landscape. I was visiting Peggy, an old writing student of mine, a real piece of work, who had been bombarding me with notes and such, drunken emails at 3am kind of stuff, ever since i surfaced recently from what appeared to most outside observers to be a deprrssive coma l;asting years on end.
Peggy and I go back to when i was teaching writing in a little wriers’ center in Norfolk. She had used up all the other teachers, who hadn’t been able to help her do what she wanted to do (cf. “piece of fucking work,” above), which was transform what had began as whimsically and almost disqualifyingly (for its target audience of children, i mean) dark tales of a mythological North Pole world into a full-fledged book. She been stuck on it for years, through trauma, tragedy, melodrama, grief, plugging away. She said if i would take her on, I had to promise to see it through to the end with her, to just fucking get it done. I sort of like a hard-headed woman on a mission from God myself, so i said sure.
Years of drunken hell and great work ensued. The drunken hells came when the class hung around afterward and drank A Lot, and peggy drunk and me drunk fought over everything imaginable like an old married couple bound by love-hate, whicj we sort of were, and i suspect past lives. The great work came because she was actaully a dream to work with, because she was so fiercely intent on Getting It Done, and Knew with pperect clarity what it was she wanted to Get Done. Combine that with my mastery of Hopw to Get It Done Come Hell or High Water, and we were a very good, even unstoppable team, at least by hell or high water or drunken brawls after class.
We actually got a draft done, which i sort of felt completed my part of the deal, but turned out not to, and the thing bogged down looking for an illustrator and a publisher, in which areas all of us were hapless. Meanwhile I went nuts and got fired from the writing center, but all my classes left with me and we set up in various funky locations around norfolk, me charging half the price that the fucking writing center extorted from these poor vulnerable souls trying to pour out their hearts onto pages, fatally afflicted with the writing disease, which is much like what Daniel Ingram calls the “insight disease,” in that it is invariably chronic until it is fatal.
Finally, even the true-blue bunch who learned learned to survive the distinct manner and unpredictablities of the Farrington Teaching Style, mostly gentle as a feather with good lines edits and tender funny encouragement and camaraderie of misery, but spiced with the occasional thunderbolt or sledgehammer, and a steady infusion of sexual scandal and alcoholism, all succumbed to thunderbolts, etc., or sheer attrition.moving out of town or something, and that was that for my teaching career, and only about eight years later than it should have been had i had a lick of sense. I had thought it was the economy, stupid, when i began, that it was my only way to earn any money at all, in light of the failure of my Great Career as a Fucking Novelist; but i should have just found a street person level of lifestyle for myself right away and bottomed out and starved or died of exposure in a bush somewhere, in retrospect.
Any, skip fast forward through many years of avoiding former students like the plague, split by the occasional fracture line of a mania leaking underworld gasses of undying love in its full toxic ineptitude: big splashes on the radar, followed by more years of dead screen and no sightings of that rare bird Tim Fucking Farrington.
so she twists my arm with the infinite power of our love-hate-work bond, and i rent a fucking car with money i don’t have and drive down to Portsmouth for a visit and lunch. Peggy these days is about 400 pounds of house-bound depression in a tent dress. She has a weird beauty and grace to her, and sails around when she manages to get up like the matriarch/goddess/archetypal-Wise-Witch-Woman of an ancient tribe. We talked depression--- she sits in the dark waiting for death, which i told her was acyually my meditation method too. That kind of thing. It was lovely and loving and by the time i left i had promised to typeset the goddamn North Pole story, which hadn’t budged an inch in the ensuing years, anbd get it into book form as i have done for my own last several novels, as a self-published thing that will be, crucially, solid, between covers, and capable of being handed to human beings. It is her legacy, so fuck, i’m fucked. And there is that past life marriage. She also managed to slip a recent short story for my sage attention into the to-do pile, and she wants to go on a fucking road trip to Montreal to see the giant images of Leonard Cohen they have on a couple of skyscrapers there. We sang several Leonard Cohen songs along the way, with surprisingly good harmonies. I’m fucked, but i don’t see how we could get out of her fucking neighborhood, much less to Montreal. And forget about back from Montreal, the thing is a one-way kamikaze venture from the start, and if there is a merciful God we would both die on the streets of Montreal, gazing up at the sage form of St. Leonard Fucking Cohen, whose canonization process i am pushing under a facebook page of that name.
* denotes item in A Glossary of Motherfucker: the Native Language of, uh, “Tim”
Practice log/ May 9, 2020/5780/ 1st Saturday in Ordinary Time/ sit 2/ 0:59:02/bbw-1
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bbw-2 a variation on bbw, body-breath-Word (cf. below), in which movement around the rosary begins immediately, and each bead is one word of the basic prayer. Used most often in situations where brain is too fast even for bbw-1 (cf. above)
from A Glossary of Motherfucker: the Native Language of, uh, “Tim”
body-breath-Word aka, bbw, aka “my basic prayer”
[from Equanimity? Help, please 2, 4/18/2020:]
This may be the only place i ever do this, but since it all comes down to this single prayer right now, and this asshole with its gift and pain, and this breath which could stop at any moment and solve every problem, i wanted to be explicit about my prayer, my specific, evolutionary state of the art prayer, which had its seed in 1985, when i was banished from the most powerful deep-all-in community experience i’ve had until DhO. “Left the commune,” as they say. I ended up dark nighting something awful, and on days when i couldn’t conceive of a sentence or write a meaningful word, i used to sit for the whole designated four morning hours first thing of my writing time at stare at the blinking cursor on the screen of my word processing program (Word Perfect 4, i think, for techo-history wonk geeks in the audience; the commune used Apple stuff then and i was pissed at them). Being also the slave of the writerly puritan work ethic, as well as clearly Called by the Lord, on a Mission from God, like the Blues Brothers---
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mz9F_YmD6MU
--- to WRITE GREAT FUCKING NOVELS, it was clear that to write those great fucking novels i would have to get down words down first. So from the depths of dissolution or fear or misery or disgust, i would lift one finger on a journal page and type, one letter at a time, with whatever interval between letters proved necessary, usually finding a pace along the way---“and so, begin again--- with this breath”. (I had already done my zen rounds and my ashram rounds, and most of my mat time at that point was variations on watching my breath.) Over the years, this technique held up after cycles and cycles had pretty much obliterated everything else several time. Eventually i started adding the occasional praise to the mantra--- “no hurry,” was the first, “no fear,” came next: self-talk within the prayer on faith and what it took to type the next letter.
Eventually, over the decades, through a tangled evolutionary bush of variants and periods and shit hitting fans and fans charging in to beat the shit out of shit, i arrived at a very stable prayer of thirteen distinct phrase/beats, which in times when i actually wrote it out in my journal at the worst of writer’s block/dark nighting, would look like this:
“with this gift of prayer, let me first love You--- no hurry--- no fear--- patiently--- gratefully--- humbly--- attend--- abide--- accept--- embrace--- and not i--- You breathe--- Thy will be done.”
I didn’t say amen, that fucked me up somehow. I think because i just went through so many times of hating every fucking syllable of every fucking thing, and those last two syllables of "a-men" just didn’t hold up through those, though the others did.
Don’t get me wrong: this is not a I Never Wavered in MY Prayer thing. I’m just saying that as the dust settles around my now from this Most Recent Major Fuck-iup, So Much Like a Death, Except Still Painful, that is the prayer i find myself with, and to me it feels like it was first inscribed on a cave wall somewhere in Africa maybe 50 or 60,000 years ago and has been handed down from inscriber to inscriber unchanged every since.
from A Glossary of Motherfucker: the Native Language of, uh, “Tim”
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Vow
No more killing
time
from this day
to forever
let me work
with time
to let time
live
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The only accomplishments and skills that you can truly be said to have “attained” or “mastered” are those you can do within a single breath.
Why? Because you always have one breath to work with, this breath. The next breath is not guaranteed, ever. If you don’t get it done on this breath, it might well not get done at all, ever. Every breath is a Hail Mary pass as the clock expires, win or lose, all or nothing (though nothing, truthfully, is not so bad, and relatively speaking is even best, and there are those who believe it superior to all).
[Buzzer sound.] Thanks for playing, game over.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMWtx9SEgy8&feature=youtu.be
I see your dancing, laughing, naked
Sweet and pretty face
And the promise burning brightly
In your crystal-shot eyes
Your savage, and violent flesh,
The cut that bleeds, the kiss that stings
We're shooting up stars and desperate snows
That fall from shimmering skies, so
Take my hand and lead me
To the garden of delight
Take my hand and lead me
To the garden of delight
Revelation is laid, and reflects
On the windswept liquid mirror
Of this breathless whirl, this happy death
This elegance and charm
The treasured and precious first fleeting
Touch of a gracious stranger
Enchant me and entrance me
I know you can do me no harm, so
Take my hand and lead me
To the garden of delight
Take my hand and lead me
To the garden of delight
We're playing with fire, dancing in the flames
And we're covered in burns that may never heal
And angels may come, and angels may go
But it's heaven on earth when you
Take my hand and lead me
To the garden of delight
Take my hand and lead me
To the garden of delight.
as performed by The Mission
Songwriters: CRAIG DAVID ADAMS, MICK BROWN, SIMON THOMAS HINKLER, WAYNE HUSSEY
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Constant Conversation by Rumi
Who is the luckiest in this whole orchestra? The reed.
Its mouth touches your lips to learn music.
All reeds, sugarcane especially, think only
of this chance. They sway in the canebrakes,
free in the many ways they dance.
Without you the instruments would die.
One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss.
The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself.
Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone,
that what died last night can be whole today.
Why live some soberer way and feel you ebbing out?
I won't do it.
Either give me enough wine or leave me alone,
now that I know how it is
to be with you in a constant conversation.
and the mountains sing back:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7_yXjnqu7c
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“Fire is what of God is world-consuming.
Water, world-protecting.
Somehow each gives the appearance of the other.
To these eyes you have now, what looks like water
burns. What looks like fire
is a great relief to be inside.”
Rumi
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"A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it,
and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of
parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute"
Rumi
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This was the greatest master of Ney (نی) or that reed that Rumi talks about, from musical point of view, Hasan Kasaei:
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsSiavash:
This was the greatest master of Ney (نی) or that reed that Rumi talks about, from musical point of view, Hasan Kasaei:
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
wow, man, he is a miracle worker with that flute. The heart aches and soars. Thanks for the link Srowsh.
love, tim
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Siavash:
This was the greatest master of Ney (نی) or that reed that Rumi talks about, from musical point of view, Hasan Kasaei:
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
wow, man, he is a miracle worker with that flute. The heart aches and soars. Thanks for the link Srowsh.
love, tim
Yeah, he was the real deal. Just for fun of it, you may want to watch this one too, that he plays the same tunes with his finger!
(First minute or two he talks about Ney and how it's played, in Farsi)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y-YfhQpI8E&t=382s
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
This was the greatest master of Ney (نی) or that reed that Rumi talks about, from musical point of view, Hasan Kasaei:
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
wow, man, he is a miracle worker with that flute. The heart aches and soars. Thanks for the link Srowsh.
love, tim
Yeah, he was the real deal. Just for fun of it, you may want to watch this one too, that he plays the same tunes with his finger!
(First minute or two he talks about Ney and how it's played, in Farsi)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y-YfhQpI8E&t=382s
okay, that's just fucking freaky, and that nice suit doesn't change that a bit! This man's a mad dervish, clearly! God-intoxicated! Besotted with the Divine! Hope he's better at staying out of psych wards than I am!
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I've got to say that the interactions in this space are a treasure. Since I'm on retreat I haven't had the time to be socially active and engage with all the pearls that occur here, but I have been reading them. I find that they illustrate the Bodhicitta in ways that many of the strictly technical posts do not convey. I'm also really glad to see evidence that the stereotype of men being unable to talk to each other about feelings is indeed a stereotype, as I have always thought. This is beautiful.
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Siavash:
Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
This was the greatest master of Ney (نی) or that reed that Rumi talks about, from musical point of view, Hasan Kasaei:
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
wow, man, he is a miracle worker with that flute. The heart aches and soars. Thanks for the link Srowsh.
love, tim
Yeah, he was the real deal. Just for fun of it, you may want to watch this one too, that he plays the same tunes with his finger!
(First minute or two he talks about Ney and how it's played, in Farsi)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y-YfhQpI8E&t=382s
okay, that's just fucking freaky, and that nice suit doesn't change that a bit! This man's a mad dervish, clearly! God-intoxicated! Besotted with the Divine! Hope he's better at staying out of psych wards than I am!
I am tempted to post another link!
From him, and Jalil Shahnaz (one of the greatest masters of Tar), which they were close friends and played with each other for more that 60 years. This is in Mahour which is closer ro western classic music:
(Skip the first few minutes that they are talking, if you ever wanted to listen to this)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZ0lU2exAEk
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Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
This was the greatest master of Ney (نی) or that reed that Rumi talks about, from musical point of view, Hasan Kasaei:
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
حسن کسائی
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDR8OjNw5Hk
wow, man, he is a miracle worker with that flute. The heart aches and soars. Thanks for the link Srowsh.
love, tim
Yeah, he was the real deal. Just for fun of it, you may want to watch this one too, that he plays the same tunes with his finger!
(First minute or two he talks about Ney and how it's played, in Farsi)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y-YfhQpI8E&t=382s
okay, that's just fucking freaky, and that nice suit doesn't change that a bit! This man's a mad dervish, clearly! God-intoxicated! Besotted with the Divine! Hope he's better at staying out of psych wards than I am!
I am tempted to post another link!
From him, and Jalil Shahnaz (one of the greatest masters of Tar), which they were close friends and played with each other for more that 60 years. This is in Mahour which is closer ro western classic music:
(Skip the first few minutes that they are talking, if you ever wanted to listen to this)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZ0lU2exAEk
You have drowned me in the glorious ocean of love that is music, my friend. I have gone down four times and come up three. My bloated corpse sings your praises as a messenger of God from the black depths, as the scavengers and sharks feed on my satisfied flesh, particularly my still-glowing ears. Those are pearls, that were my eyes.
love you, my man. thanks for sharing these exquisite gifts. I think it helped my Farsi, too, which was a little rusty.
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That was the intention.
I think it helped my Farsi, too, which was a little rusty.
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I studied Farsi for five weeks one summer. I learned a lot and forgot most of it, but wow, what a beautiful langauge!
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I studied Farsi for five weeks one summer. I learned a lot and forgot most of it, but wow, what a beautiful langauge!
Huh, interesting!
There are a lot of Iranians living in Sweden. I wanted to move there around two years ago, but procrastinated. I might do it again later, one of the easiest destinations, to move as a skilled worker.
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You have drowned me in the glorious ocean of love that is music, my friend.
That was the intention.
I think it helped my Farsi, too, which was a little rusty.
love, tim
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Siavash:
You have drowned me in the glorious ocean of love that is music, my friend.
That was the intention.
I think it helped my Farsi, too, which was a little rusty.
love, tim
If you can listen to those musics for more than a minute, that means you know enough! (They can be very boring if you don't resonate with them)
As Rumi said, having resonating hearts is the key, not knowing each other' languages.
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Unusual technique this morning, as the result of a gift of music from Olivier. I could barely begin to listen to this without extreme agitation, and so i took it as my meditation object, or milieu, or something.
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1HKS8zeXl5Kq9pwpupJcwZJdaVHapqMAm
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Linda ”Polly Ester” Ö:
I studied Farsi for five weeks one summer. I learned a lot and forgot most of it, but wow, what a beautiful langauge!
Huh, interesting!
There are a lot of Iranians living in Sweden. I wanted to move there around two years ago, but procrastinated. I might do it again later, one of the easiest destinations, to move as a skilled worker.
Hey, if you moved here, close enough, we could start building a sangha.
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Thanks, I am only able to plan for the next 10-20 minutes these days.
We'll see who can stay and who can leave (Doesn't have a meaning, don't try).
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Hey, if you moved here, close enough, we could start building a sangha.
Thanks, I am only able to plan for the next 10-20 minutes these days.
We'll see who can stay and who can leave (Doesn't have a meaning, don't try).
anything you can't finish on one breath is not yours to do anyway.
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Posts: 1700 Join Date: 5/5/19 Recent PostsTim Farrington:
Siavash:
Hey, if you moved here, close enough, we could start building a sangha.
Thanks, I am only able to plan for the next 10-20 minutes these days.
We'll see who can stay and who can leave (Doesn't have a meaning, don't try).
anything you can't finish on one breath is not yours to do anyway.
It's interesting that have taken a fucking breath as a thing!
Why a breath?
Why not one in-breath? Why not only those sensations on the nose, and not the whole in-breath?
Is there a start or end in the first place, to be able to define a breath?
-- Edit:
Oh I am sorry for this harsh-ness in voice. I had to delete a post yesterday. Sometimes it's just like that. In that times I try to keep this damn mouth shut, but I haven't learned to keep these damn fingers shut too!
Smiling Stone, modified 4 Years ago at 5/13/20 6:51 AM
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Ah, thanks Tim, for the link,
I was planning to ask you what 5780 stood for...
Some quotes from the jewish calendar :
and
See you later, have a nice day!
with metta
smiling stone
PS : I don't dare to write on my log anymore , your comment was so cute, don't want to override it!
I was planning to ask you what 5780 stood for...
Some quotes from the jewish calendar :
The teachings of Kabbalah explain that there are seven "Divine Attributes" -- Sefirot -- that G-d assumes through which to relate to our existence: Chessed, Gevurah, Tifferet, Netzach, Hod, Yesod and Malchut ("Love", "Strength", "Beauty", "Victory", "Splendor", "Foundation" and "Sovereignty"). In the human being, created in the "image of G-d," the seven sefirot are mirrored in the seven "emotional attributes" of the human soul: Kindness, Restraint, Harmony, Ambition, Humility, Connection and Receptiveness. Each of the seven attributes contain elements of all seven--i.e., "Kindness in Kindness", "Restraint in Kindness", "Harmony in Kindness", etc.--making for a total of forty-nine traits. The 49-day Omer Count is thus a 49-step process of self-refinement, with each day devoted to the "rectification" and perfection of one the forty-nine "sefirot."
and
Nothing can hold you back—not your childhood, not the history of a lifetime, not even the very last moment before now. In a moment you can abandon your past. And once abandoned, you can redefine it.
See you later, have a nice day!
with metta
smiling stone
PS : I don't dare to write on my log anymore , your comment was so cute, don't want to override it!
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Nice one! I love ethnic music of the world!
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
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Posts: 1700 Join Date: 5/5/19 Recent PostsPapa Che Dusko:
Nice one! I love ethnic music of the world!
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Thanks.
This is very similar to the one I shared. Probably the same instrument, or one similar to it.
Before this guy (Hasan Kasaei), this instrument (Ney) sounded pretty much like the one you shared. As we call it shepherd flue, or ney, since specially in the past shepherds would play it. But Kasaei made a revolution in it, and brought a new level of quality, that its sound is clear as a clear and transparent glass.
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Indeed shepherds would play this instruments often when minding the sheep. I guess it would also keep wolves at bay
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Random-seeming question -- has anyone here ever read this book: https://www.wikiwand.com/en/G%C3%B6del,_Escher,_Bach
My guess is that Tim has, but I'm curious. I read this many years ago and it had a profound impact. I want to read it again.
My guess is that Tim has, but I'm curious. I read this many years ago and it had a profound impact. I want to read it again.
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Random-seeming question -- has anyone here ever read this book: https://www.wikiwand.com/en/G%C3%B6del,_Escher,_Bach
My guess is that Tim has, but I'm curious. I read this many years ago and it had a profound impact. I want to read it again.
My guess is that Tim has, but I'm curious. I read this many years ago and it had a profound impact. I want to read it again.
I haven't read it.
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Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsSiavash:
Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
Hey, if you moved here, close enough, we could start building a sangha.
Thanks, I am only able to plan for the next 10-20 minutes these days.
We'll see who can stay and who can leave (Doesn't have a meaning, don't try).
anything you can't finish on one breath is not yours to do anyway.
It's interesting that have taken a fucking breath as a thing!
Why a breath?
Why not one in-breath? Why not only those sensations on the nose, and not the whole in-breath?
Is there a start or end in the first place, to be able to define a breath?
-- Edit:
Oh I am sorry for this harsh-ness in voice. I had to delete a post yesterday. Sometimes it's just like that. In that times I try to keep this damn mouth shut, but I haven't learned to keep these damn fingers shut too!
Sroowsh, my friend, you are not miserable enough to understand that there can come a point where one wishes so intensely to simply be dead and done, come what may, that one lets everything go that can be let go, and stops doing anything that can be done. In such a situation, the fucking breath is the only thing left. You watch it go out and pray it won't come back. But it does, it spite of you. It's the human irreducible unit.
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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Chris Marti:
Random-seeming question -- has anyone here ever read this book: https://www.wikiwand.com/en/G%C3%B6del,_Escher,_Bach
My guess is that Tim has, but I'm curious. I read this many years ago and it had a profound impact. I want to read it again.
My guess is that Tim has, but I'm curious. I read this many years ago and it had a profound impact. I want to read it again.
I haven't read it.
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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Papa Che Dusko:
Nice one! I love ethnic music of the world!
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Thanks.
This is very similar to the one I shared. Probably the same instrument, or one similar to it.
Before this guy (Hasan Kasaei), this instrument (Ney) sounded pretty much like the one you shared. As we call it shepherd flue, or ney, since specially in the past shepherds would play it. But Kasaei made a revolution in it, and brought a new level of quality, that its sound is clear as a clear and transparent glass.
Papa Che, this is fookin gorgeous. Beware of Greeks blowing shepherd flutes, though.
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استاد بنان -- بخت بیدارhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GHyjiAdeaE
Banan, performing “Bakhte Bidar.” The composer had composed it for his daughter, Siavash tells me, and in Siavash’s lovely translation, the devotional song goes:
You are my beautiful flower,
My wine, my chalice,
You bright Moon, I swear to God you are the light of my nights,
You are my dawn of hope, my Moon, my Sun,
You manifestation of being, are my eternal life...
Practice log/ May 13, 2020/ 19 Iyar, 5780 / sit 3/ 0:43:25/ bbw-1/ ended 11:15am
adele doing an exquisite cover of an old Bob Dylan song that he just snarled his beautiful way through, as always:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0put0_a--Ng
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
Oh, I hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I will never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue
And I'd go crawling down the avenue
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of this Earth for you
To make you feel my love, oh yes
To make you feel my love
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Sorry about the misunderstanding. I didn't understand your question on my post correctly at first.
Bakhte, or Bakht has nothing to do with devotion. I totally got you wrong there. Bakht means destiny or fortune, and Bidar means awake, here refers to good, or fortunate. Sorry again.
Bakhte, or Bakht has nothing to do with devotion. I totally got you wrong there. Bakht means destiny or fortune, and Bidar means awake, here refers to good, or fortunate. Sorry again.
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsSiavash:
Sorry about the misunderstanding. I didn't understand your question on my post correctly at first.
Bakhte, or Bakht has nothing to do with devotion. I totally got you wrong there. Bakht means destiny or fortune, and Bidar means awake, here refers to good, or fortunate. Sorry again.
Bakhte, or Bakht has nothing to do with devotion. I totally got you wrong there. Bakht means destiny or fortune, and Bidar means awake, here refers to good, or fortunate. Sorry again.
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 1700 Join Date: 5/5/19 Recent PostsTim Farrington:
Siavash:
Sorry about the misunderstanding. I didn't understand your question on my post correctly at first.
Bakhte, or Bakht has nothing to do with devotion. I totally got you wrong there. Bakht means destiny or fortune, and Bidar means awake, here refers to good, or fortunate. Sorry again.
Bakhte, or Bakht has nothing to do with devotion. I totally got you wrong there. Bakht means destiny or fortune, and Bidar means awake, here refers to good, or fortunate. Sorry again.
Yeah I didn't read it carefully and thought you are referring to Bhakti. It happens a lot for me.
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
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Siavash:
Papa Che Dusko:
Nice one! I love ethnic music of the world!
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Thanks.
This is very similar to the one I shared. Probably the same instrument, or one similar to it.
Before this guy (Hasan Kasaei), this instrument (Ney) sounded pretty much like the one you shared. As we call it shepherd flue, or ney, since specially in the past shepherds would play it. But Kasaei made a revolution in it, and brought a new level of quality, that its sound is clear as a clear and transparent glass.
Papa Che, this is fookin gorgeous. Beware of Greeks blowing shepherd flutes, though.
Tim, I was drowning in that music back in my worst of Dark Night! It would rip my chest right open and then sew it up roughly just to rip it up again, and again, and again ... and the alcohol was flowing strongly too at that time. This music really depicts all those troubles and suffering these folks had back in those olden days. Be careful not to overuse it though
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RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsPapa Che Dusko:
Tim Farrington:
Siavash:
Papa Che Dusko:
Nice one! I love ethnic music of the world!
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Here is one ethnic flute player I can share and is from Macedonia.
https://youtu.be/agm3IrTnK9o
Thanks.
This is very similar to the one I shared. Probably the same instrument, or one similar to it.
Before this guy (Hasan Kasaei), this instrument (Ney) sounded pretty much like the one you shared. As we call it shepherd flue, or ney, since specially in the past shepherds would play it. But Kasaei made a revolution in it, and brought a new level of quality, that its sound is clear as a clear and transparent glass.
Papa Che, this is fookin gorgeous. Beware of Greeks blowing shepherd flutes, though.
Tim, I was drowning in that music back in my worst of Dark Night! It would rip my chest right open and then sew it up roughly just to rip it up again, and again, and again ... and the alcohol was flowing strongly too at that time. This music really depicts all those troubles and suffering these folks had back in those olden days. Be careful not to overuse it though
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Rumi has several nice poems about the reed flute IIRC
Put a cork in Rumi for now, and tell me has anyone seen Tim FF !!! Did he manage to escape Steph's log!!!??? Chris Marti dropped a huge one on us! I mean he pulled the entire Earth under our feet there was nothing left tere, like NOTHING!!! Did ANYONE SEE TIM FF?! DID he survive?!!!
Im not going there anytime soon!
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Hector:
Rumi has several nice poems about the reed flute IIRC
Put a cork in Rumi for now, and tell me has anyone seen Tim FF !!! Did he manage to escape Steph's log!!!??? Chris Marti dropped a huge one on us! I mean he pulled the entire Earth under our feet there was nothing left tere, like NOTHING!!! Did ANYONE SEE TIM FF?! DID he survive?!!!
Im not going there anytime soon!
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Rumi has several nice poems about the reed flute IIRC
Hector, sorry about that, Papa Che and i apparently had a little steam to blow off. it's not like that all the time around here. Often it's worse.
I love Rumi's flute poems:
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On the 20th of Iyar 2449 (1312 BCE)--nearly a year after the Giving of the Torah on Mount Sinai--the Children of Israel departed their encampment near the Mountain. They resumed their journey when the pillar of cloud rose for the first time from over the "Tabernacle--the divine sign that would signal the resumption of their travels throughout their encampments and journeys over the next 38 years, until they reached the eastern bank of the Jordan River on the eve of their entry into the Holy Land.
https://www.chabad.org/calendar/view/day.asp?tdate=5/14/2020
https://www.chabad.org/calendar/view/day.asp?tdate=5/14/2020
cf Exodus 13:20-22:
“And they took their journey from Succoth, and encamped in Etham, in the edge of the wilderness. And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night: He took not away the pillar of the cloud by day, nor the pillar of fire by night, from before the people.”
“And they took their journey from Succoth, and encamped in Etham, in the edge of the wilderness. And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night: He took not away the pillar of the cloud by day, nor the pillar of fire by night, from before the people.”
love, tim
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The teachings of Kabbalah explain that there are seven "Divine Attributes" -- Sefirot -- that G-d assumes through which to relate to our existence: Chessed, Gevurah, Tifferet, Netzach, Hod, Yesod and Malchut ("Love", "Strength", "Beauty", "Victory", "Splendor", "Foundation" and "Sovereignty"). In the human being, created in the "image of G-d," the seven sefirot are mirrored in the seven "emotional attributes" of the human soul: Kindness, Restraint, Harmony, Ambition, Humility, Connection and Receptiveness. Each of the seven attributes contain elements of all seven--i.e., "Kindness in Kindness", "Restraint in Kindness", "Harmony in Kindness", etc.--making for a total of forty-nine traits. The 49-day Omer Count is thus a 49-step process of self-refinement, with each day devoted to the "rectification" and perfection of one the forty-nine "sefirot."
On the 20th of Iyar 2449 (1312 BCE)--nearly a year after the Giving of the Torah on Mount Sinai--the Children of Israel departed their encampment near the Mountain. They resumed their journey when the pillar of cloud rose for the first time from over the "Tabernacle--the divine sign that would signal the resumption of their travels throughout their encampments and journeys over the next 38 years, until they reached the eastern bank of the Jordan River on the eve of their entry into the Holy Land.
which leads to stuff like:
“And they took their journey from Succoth, and encamped in Etham, in the edge of the wilderness. 21 And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night.” (Exodus 13:20-21)
and The edge of the wilderness--- wilderness--- מִדְבָּר midbar, desert, wilderness--- is where the action is with God a lot of the time, as in Exodus 3:1, where Moses is tending his father-in-law’s sheep in the wilderness, where he encounters the burning bush and has the moment that defines the renewed relationship between Moses and his people and the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who now reveals His new name: I AM THAT I AM, the unpronounceable unfathomable tetragrammaton, transliterated in four letters as YHWH or JHVH and articulated as Yahweh or Jehovah, spoken aloud in Jewish tradition only once a year by the high priest in the Holy of Holies of the Jerusalem temple.
Isaiah speaks of the one that crieth from the same midbar, in 40:3, calling on God’s people to prepare the way of the Lord, a call echoed by John the Baptist in the Gospels, in Koine Greek, ἔρημος Mt 3:1, 3 (=Is 40:3), etc.
now before we get to the pillar of cloud, one more point to note, for Ex 13:21: “The Lord went before them. . .” Two great words here. “Went” is actually הָלַך halak, to walk, go, from which comes the Halakhah, the mainstay of Jewish law, literally the hundreds of specific commandments, each a mitzva, by which Israel may walk in the way of the Lord. And “before” is a heavy weight echo on a casual adverb: פָּנֶה paneh, in front of, basically, is the same word used for the face of God, as in, “When thou saidst, Seek ye My Face, my heart, O Lord, replied, Thy Face, Lord, will I seek.” (Ps 27:8)
I mean, trip the fuck out, yeah?
Now, at least, the pillar of cloud, which they follow to walk in the way of the Lord. עַמּוּדamud, pillar, is from the verb 5975 עָמַד amad, lit. to stand; abide, endure, continue: thus, man standing before God, in Gen 18:8, 22 (Abraham) and Ex 3:5 (Moses, on holy ground); and the Lord’s marvelous word through the prophet Jeremiah, Jer 6:16: “Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk [same halakh here] therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.”
Best for last: the cloud, 6051 עָנָן anan, cloud is found in Gen 9:13-16; Ex 13:21-22, 14:19-20, 24, 16:10, 24:15-16, 18, 33:9-10, 34:5, 40:35-38; Lev 16:2, 13(incense); Num 9:15-22, 10:11-12, 34, 11:25, 12:10, 14:14, 16:42; Dt 1:33, 4:11, 5:22, 31:15; 1 Kgs 8:10:11 (=2 Chr 5:13-14); Neh 9:12, 19; all before the first “secular” use of the word as what we today would think of as a cloud, a simple weather phenomenon, in Job 7:9. ALL those other clouds are clouds of God, one way or another, filling the Tabernacle, guidng the Israelites by day before yielding to the pillar of flame at night, and enveloping Sinai. Moses disppears into that cloud for forty days and forty nights, and comes out with the Law, the Torah, graven with the finger of God on the smiling stones.
Same with the “New Testament” νεφέλη cloud, from which the Vice of God emanates at the mountaintop Transfiguration of Jesus in Matthew 17:5: “While he was still speaking, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them; and suddenly a voice came out of the cloud, saying, “This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Hear Him!”
Don’t even get me started on The Cloud of Unknowing. I wrote the intro to a HarperSF edition of that beautiful book on contemplation, sometime in the early 2000s, and still consider it one of the sweetest bits of writing i ever did.
Uh, what were we talking about?
Nothing can hold you back—not your childhood, not the history of a lifetime, not even the very last moment before now. In a moment you can abandon your past. And once abandoned, you can redefine it.
ah, right.
love, tim
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This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
rumi
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Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You are covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you have died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
rumi
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You are covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you have died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
rumi
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Kfar Chabad Established (1949)
The Chabad-Lubavitch village in Israel, Kfar Chabad, was founded by the sixth Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneersohn, on Iyar 21 of 1949. The first settlers were mostly recent immigrants from the Soviet Union, survivors of the terrors of World War II and Stalinist oppression. Kfar Chabad, which is located about five miles south of Tel Aviv and includes agricultural lands as well as numerous educational institutions, serves as the headquarters of the Chabad-Lubavitch Chassidic movement in the Holy Land.
cf. https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/1765/jewish/The-Rebbe-Who-Saved-a-Village.htm
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Shabbat Commanded (1313 BCE)
Following the descent of the manna (the miraculous "Bread from Heaven" that sustained the Israelites in the desert), G-d commanded the Children of Israel to keep the Shabbat. This Shabbat was the 22nd of Iyar, of the year 2448 from Creation (1313 BCE) (see "Today in Jewish History" for Iyar 15).
On that Friday morning, enough manna fell for two days' worth of meals, as on the Shabbat it would be prohibited to gather the manna. The "Two Loaves" of challah bread (Lechem Mishneh) that form the foundation of our Shabbat meal are in commemoration of the double portion of manna.
https://www.chabad.org/parshah/article_cdo/aid/1410463/jewish/What-Does-Manna-Mean.htm
With Rashbam, lol, I like version #2, in the link above, of the meaning of the word “manna” (in Hebrew, מן, which is more accurately transliterated as mon): “that mon is Egyptian for ‘what.’ Over the 200-plus years that they had lived in Egypt, a fair amount of Egyptian had crept into their lexicon. Thus, when they said, ‘It is manna,’ what they were actually saying was, ‘What is it?” Eventually, that became the name of the mystery food that they had found.”
I love that. manna the food from heaven, sustaining us through the wilderness journey, as "WTF"?
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Every time I read it I think of 'mah = what's that'? lamaditi yvrit shtei shannot, lo tov, aval ani rotzeh lamed amarayit gam ha etz chaim
וְהִ֨נֵּה־שָׁ֔ם כְּב֖וֹד אֱלֹהֵ֣י יִשְׂרָאֵ֑ל כַּמַּרְאֶ֕ה אֲשֶׁ֥ר רָאִ֖יתִי בַּבִּקְעָֽה׃
And the Presence of the God of Israel appeared there, like the vision that I had seen in the valley.
Ezekiel 8:4
Hector, i've been waiting for somebody to order that Merkabah wine, vintage old as dirt, ever since i opened the Bar of Last Resort, 600,000 lifetimes ago!
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Oil remove shred and tear radiation vapor It's the fear so unclear
man in motion going nowhere In our homes stuck in the face spread the word to
the populace Yellow journal yellow journal set the pace feel the rage
Manifestations of a sort so insidious off the point Simple solution never
confusion sport a gun kill a cop Crazy world of weary thought so receive me had
enough Lock me up lock me up Rot and assimilate so hot to annihilate Deviation
tonic mess prolonged existence innocence Is he who speaks isn't weak wheelchair
virtue so to speak Bubonic plague the truth of aids immunity avoid decay In the
trench of pestilence the bible screams announce your faith Mutterings of death
to bring suffocate a newborn thing Degradation of an age venereal it's all
sensation Protect design the moral plan infallible as propaganda Completely
black with no steps back Hot to assimilate we'll rot or annihilate Agony
profusely stains the inner thinking of the brain Accusations clanking chains
experiments with the groans of pain All prefer no one blames the terror in an animal's
screams In cages our future - the answers insane
Songwriters: KEVIN GRAHAM OGILVIE,
KEVIN W. CROMPTON
love, tim
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I’ve spent a good chunk of this morning listening in amazement to my old writing buddy, from my first writing group at the Dolphin Tales bookstore back in the early 2000s, Edison McDaniels, probably the best writer among that beautiful crew, as well as a world-class neurosurgeon and, as an Army Reservist, a guy who spent quite a bit of time in forward medical tents in Iraq and Afghanistan, putting soldiers’ skulls back together as best he could to try to keep what survived of their brains going as well as they could.
Edison also runs a little business as a labor of love, reading books he delights in onto audio, and gifting the authors for ridiculously low rates with a version of their book in perfect audio form, read in his awesome, malleable voice, a touch of the South Carolina were he was raised, and the whole of his vast worldly experience as a world-class practioner of several extraordinarily difficult arts. They say, “Well, it’s not like it’s brain surgery.” But with Edison, sometimes it IS brain surgery, and he writes his books like it is too.
He has been doing one of my self-published novels, Slow Work, and just sent me a big piece of the thing, nearly done now. Listening to it, i have to marvel at how good the book that sank my so-called writing career sounds, in his rendering (he does accents, too, southrn and yankee, and he does women high-pitched). The best book you’ve written, my last editor told me, trning it down, because i stank of bad sales.
and now this. God bless you, Edison, you fucking atheist. (He does believe in ghosts, however; he knows haunting like most of us know spaghetti.)
https://soundcloud.com/edisonaudio/sets/slow-work/s-nbtQ49kvzJy?fbclid=IwAR1EgnZmHuIYCy3PiQDZ3EEhslv8eqVfY3_IpkYw6kqO-gpuygaugwrDRuA
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I’ve spent a good chunk of this morning listening in amazement to my old writing buddy, from my first writing group at the Dolphin Tales bookstore back in the early 2000s, Edison McDaniels, probably the best writer among that beautiful crew, as well as a world-class neurosurgeon and, as an Army Reservist, a guy who spent quite a bit of time in forward medical tents in Iraq and Afghanistan, putting soldiers’ skulls back together as best he could to try to keep what survived of their brains going as well as they could.
Edison also runs a little business as a labor of love, reading books he delights in onto audio, and gifting the authors for ridiculously low rates with a version of their book in perfect audio form, read in his awesome, malleable voice, a touch of the South Carolina were he was raised, and the whole of his vast worldly experience as a world-class practioner of several extraordinarily difficult arts. They say, “Well, it’s not like it’s brain surgery.” But with Edison, sometimes it IS brain surgery, and he writes his books like it is too.
He has been doing one of my self-published novels, Slow Work, and just sent me a big piece of the thing, nearly done now. Listening to it, i have to marvel at how good the book that sank my so-called writing career sounds, in his rendering (he does accents, too, southrn and yankee, and he does women high-pitched). The best book you’ve written, my last editor told me, trning it down, because i stank of bad sales.
and now this. God bless you, Edison, you fucking atheist. (He does believe in ghosts, however; he knows haunting like most of us know spaghetti.)
https://soundcloud.com/edisonaudio/sets/slow-work/s-nbtQ49kvzJy?fbclid=IwAR1EgnZmHuIYCy3PiQDZ3EEhslv8eqVfY3_IpkYw6kqO-gpuygaugwrDRuA
love, tim
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Waste Land, by The Mission
http://www.songlyrics.com/the-mission/wasteland-lyrics/
There's a crystal view from, from my window
And I can see years to come
I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure
I live for the sword, the steel and the gun
I can tear down the walls, storm them barricades
Run to the place where the frightened crawl
Desire lurks beyond good and evil
So dance on the graves where the hammer falls
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
You can touch but please keep your distance
You're innocent and pure and with no shame
The spirit is willing and the flesh is great
You're teasing your torment with the pleasure of pain
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Heaven and Hell, I know them well
But I haven't yet made my choice
I'm feeling dead 'cause I'm shouting loud
And no one can hear my voice
Walking the tightwire can't look down
Strung out high above you all
Faithful wind blows through this land
Howls my name, hell is my fall
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
Over this land
All over this wasteland
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Rabbi Moshe Chaim Luzzato (known by the acronym
"Ramchal"), philosopher, kabbalist and ethicist, was born in Padua,
Italy, in 1707. At a very early age, he began to study Kabbalah under the
tutelage of Rabbi Moshe Zacuto, one of the foremost Kabbalists of his
generation. While still in his twenties, he authored numerous works of Torah
scholarship, including Derech Hashem ("The way of G-d"), a
systematic exposition of the fundamentals of Judaism.In 1735, Luzzatto left his native Italy and, avoiding public life,
set up shop as a gem cutter in Amsterdam. His fame nevertheless caught up with
him, and in 1740, (at the turn of the Jewish century 5500), he published his
most famous work, Mesilat Yesharim ("Path of the Just").
Like many other great men of his age, Luzzatto longed for the Holy Land, and in
1743 he settled in Acco. He was not to enjoy a long stay there, however, and on
Iyar 26, 5507 (1747), at the age of 39, he and his entire family died in a
plague. According to most traditions, he was buried in Tiberias, next to the tomb of Rabbi Akiva.
Akiva ben Yosef (Hebrew: עֲקִיבָא בֶּן יוֹסֵף; c. 50 – 28 September 135 CE) also known as Rabbi Akiva רַבִּי עֲקִיבָא), was a leading Jewish scholar and sage, a tanna, of the latter part of the first century and the beginning of the second century. Rabbi Akiva was a leading contributor to the Mishnah and to Midrash halakha. He is also sometimes credited with redacting Abraham's version of the Sefer Yetzirah, one of the central texts of Jewish mysticism. He is referred to in the Talmud as Rosh la-Hakhamim "Chief of the Sages". He was executed by the Romans in the aftermath of the Bar Kokhba revolt.
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How'ya doin' horse? You all roit?
Im excited about a new guitar amp I just purchased A modda effn VOX AC15
Never owned a classic all tube amp before! Uh oh can't wait to give it a proper shwangage once it arrives God of Brian May take me into your bosom
(please postal service be kind to it and deliver it unharmed)
Im excited about a new guitar amp I just purchased A modda effn VOX AC15
Never owned a classic all tube amp before! Uh oh can't wait to give it a proper shwangage once it arrives God of Brian May take me into your bosom
(please postal service be kind to it and deliver it unharmed)
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I sent you a mail yesterday, did you receive it?
And, I saw you entered into gothic/dark electro territory re: musical tastes posted... I have a couple in store but was concerned they would be TOO dark for the present mood... so I keep them to myself until further due!
Well, love and be well, Mister T.
metta
smiling stone
Hey Papa Che, congrat for your amp!
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Hi Stone! I think this moddafcucker left! Does that mean you and I have to pay for all the drinks again ???
... and ...
Aw, thanks (about the amp)
... and ...
Aw, thanks (about the amp)
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He will be back.
"He'll talk when he has something to say."
"He'll talk when he has something to say."
Did he actually EVER had "something" to say
Yes I talk about you, you Farry F. Timmington
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Tim Farrington:
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I sent you a mail yesterday, did you receive it?
stoner, i don't think i did get that email and am horrified at the thought of missing out on any stoner-isms!
And, I saw you entered into gothic/dark electro territory re: musical tastes posted... I have a couple in store but was concerned they would be TOO dark for the present mood... so I keep them to myself until further due!
i was thrown in, actually, to that dark ocean.
as to you not posting things out of concern for the mood and tone here (here!), well, that's just 1) cruel and selfish, and 2) ,misguided, i believe: i would challenge you, indeed, to find something darker than the present mood. This is eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die energy that this place runs on.
Hey Papa Che, congrat for your amp!
love, tim
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Hi Stone! I think this moddafcucker left! Does that mean you and I have to pay for all the drinks again ???
... and ...
Aw, thanks (about the amp)
... and ...
Aw, thanks (about the amp)
I was visiting my family in MD . . Then they got sick of me.
This place is a wreck! What's with all the empty nitrous oxide containers?
Actually, Papa, you've been paying for all the drinks for the last month or so--- we just left your tab open. Did't you begin to suspect something was up when those people came to re[ossess your car?
Truly, my friend, you are an innocent soul. I wish that i could spare you the horrors of the meditative path. Maybe we should try to run for it again?
love, tim
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Encampment at Sinai (1313 BCE) On the 1st of Sivan of the year 2448 from creation (1313 BCE), six weeks after their exodusw eeks after their exodus from Egypt, the Children of Israel arrived at Mount Sinai in the Sinai Desert and camped at the foot of the mountain "as one man, with one heart" in preparation for the receiving of the Torah from G-d. On this day, however "Moses did not say anything to them, because of their exhaustion from the journey."
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Chosen People (1313 BCE)
Sivan 2 is marked on the Jewish calendar as Yom HaMeyuchas ("Day of Distinction"); it was on this day that G-d told Moses -- when Moses ascended Mount Sinai for the first time -- to tell the people of Israel: "You shall be My chosen treasure from among all the nations, for all the earth is Mine. You shall be to Me a kingdom of priests and a holy nation" (Exodus 19:4-6).
Tonight's Sefirah: Hod sheb'Malchut -- "Humility in Receptiveness"
The teachings of Kabbalah explain that there are seven "Divine Attributes" -- Sefirot -- that G-d assumes through which to relate to our existence: Chessed, Gevurah, Tifferet, Netzach, Hod, Yesod and Malchut ("Love", "Strength", "Beauty", "Victory", "Splendor", "Foundation" and "Sovereignty"). In the human being, created in the "image of G-d," the seven sefirot a*re mirrored in the seven "emotional attributes" of the human soul: Kindness, Restraint, Harmony, Ambition, Humility, Connection and Receptiveness. Each of the seven attributes contain elements of all seven--i.e., "Kindness in Kindness", "Restraint in Kindness", "Harmony in Kindness", etc.--making for a total of forty-nine traits. The 49-day Omer Count is thus a 49-step process of self-refinement, with each day devoted to the "rectification" and perfection of one the forty-nine "sefirot."
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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOly ShiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIN
COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODER!!!!
And I asked a comely waitress
"Is this a new teaching?"
"Yeah", she said, "there is no God but God
And Ralph Mooney is his name"
I said, "Let me empty your ashtray, Mr. Mooney
And if the drunks interfere I'll be sad
But just as long as you sit there on the bandstand
And play your guitar like Buddha, I'll be glad!"
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Haaaa,
good to see you back!
One of these weird red drinks with a bush of thorns stuck in the middle then, please, bartender...
Yes, there were a few clues that you were swimming in dark waters...
I enjoyed the clip about dissolution (turned the sound off, to be honest), that's kind of what you get when looking at a candle flame? I saw you did a fire kasina sit, no doubt inspired by "the hypnagogic and other trippy visuals" thread. Long curiosity on my side as well, never developed into a retreat so far (I sat with candle for one hour yesterday night, and came out quite tripped out, but can only do it at night because of light source!)
I actually wrote something on a Jesus thread yesterday, that you had the good intuition to erase before it turned sour (sourer, it was already... derailed!). That ate my wise post, unfortunately. I loved the "he had only three years to form his disciples and that's why it's a mess" thing, though...
I will send you that mail again right now (no prose, it would have come here!)
Ok, I take the "darker than present mood" challenge, then:
Current 93 : "all the stars are dead now"
with the lyrics to please you :
Bloody smoke
Foggy smoke
Beginnings and endings...
There's a heart of the world
In the bowed bony Burren
There's a trip-hole to her heart
In soaring Snæfellsness
And the crack of the world
The moist ruddy lips of her
Thee slit of the mother fallen
Sliced from the stars
By the slicing discus
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
From her mouth at the end
Of the worlds
From her mouth at the end
Of the times
The shapes that form the ends
Of the wheelings
The forces that shape the forms
Of the breaths
That cover the clouds
Of the green world's last dancing's
Flicker forth like spring-heeled jackals
All laughing and bloody and wrathful
And peaceful and shining and pallid
And burning and liquid and sadness
And joy
And joy
(Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars
John sits on the stairs with me
His eyes are shining -
Mother - come to me)
Little lovely licking tongues of fire
Smiling and slyly emerge from the stones
The air is now very very viscous
In the distance Sunday children play pipes
The air is now very violent
Birds do not fill the air
Laughing does not fill the air
No bodies fill the air
But the sun filters slowly through the air
As if it has turned to sticky sweet mud
All flowers die
Except for some few
A chain of burning bloody flowers
Follow my eyes crying tears
(Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow
And in that corpsey cow
The corpse of another
And so on and so on
And perhaps forever
If times were not folding and falling
Over each other
And so on and so on and so on
And certainly endless)
Mene mene tekel upharsin
We have been weighed and lost
We have been weighed and lost
(I slept I dreamt I dreamed a dream:
London bright fires smiling and burning
Light roads road through the starlacked night
Many dark suns are falling falling down
London Bridge is destroyed)
In my mind pigs and rubble gnaw
In the dark heights and hearts of Albion
Shudderings in the heart
Cruelty in the heart
And this is over
All over now
In Kamarupa
In Kamarupa
My eyes my mind spinning
Spinning back and forth
Eyes in London
Mind in a hole
Oh they come they come
They run out
Fleeing from what
They come out running
Running
Great Babylon has fallen fallen fallen
Jerusalem has fallen fallen fallen
The great great beast
Is dead dead dead dead
Simon, Simon is dead dead dead dead
And some other bleeding children
Are smiling
They're dead in the rubble
They're dead dead dead dead
And Mercury rises
And Mercury falls
And how dead dead dead dead
Dead dead are you
Summertime
When the living is easy
Summertime
When the dying is easy
The world shudders on
Black tree against a bruised blue sky
The fairground is all shabby and silent
Red sky at night
Red sky at night
Danger
Christ is crying
Christ's tears leaving
His heart and night
All the many faces we have worn
All the many faces we have borne
And dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead are we
Though once I thought
Oh once I read
The hidden god plays hide and seek
Whilst others still run from him
From the world's stomach
The goddies emerge
And who comes to judge us
And who comes to push us
The bloody master
Is bloody dead dead dead
And who comes to strike us
And who comes to hold us
Where is his colour
Where is her cover
And What is her nature
And where does he shine from
(Broken birds move through the air -
They all drink blood)
When Christ smiles his smile is broken
Holly ivy old dead trees
Dead dead dead
Holy and ivy dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Rainbow lovely arc lovely lights
Dead dead dead dead
Horn stag cross meets hunter
Dead dead dead dead
(Oh Saint Eustace ora pro nobis)
Old woman old woman old woman
Old and dead dead dead dead
Now no summers left
This side of boxwood
Crosses broken in my midsummer
The south is dying
The north is dying
The west is dying
The east is dying
There are four corners to the world she said
And every one
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
And all the planets
They're dead dead dead dead
And all my heart
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
It's all dead dead dead
(from a merry vision inspired by William Blake, in the words of the author: “This is the Planh [funeral lament] of Wm. B [William Blake] who appeared to me in the starlacked night and gave me this prophecy. May God have mercy on us all.”)
Anyway, be well, my merry friend
See you in the mist in-between
with metta
smiling stone
PS: you have good quality friends here!
good to see you back!
One of these weird red drinks with a bush of thorns stuck in the middle then, please, bartender...
Yes, there were a few clues that you were swimming in dark waters...
I enjoyed the clip about dissolution (turned the sound off, to be honest), that's kind of what you get when looking at a candle flame? I saw you did a fire kasina sit, no doubt inspired by "the hypnagogic and other trippy visuals" thread. Long curiosity on my side as well, never developed into a retreat so far (I sat with candle for one hour yesterday night, and came out quite tripped out, but can only do it at night because of light source!)
I actually wrote something on a Jesus thread yesterday, that you had the good intuition to erase before it turned sour (sourer, it was already... derailed!). That ate my wise post, unfortunately. I loved the "he had only three years to form his disciples and that's why it's a mess" thing, though...
I will send you that mail again right now (no prose, it would have come here!)
Ok, I take the "darker than present mood" challenge, then:
Current 93 : "all the stars are dead now"
with the lyrics to please you :
Bloody smoke
Foggy smoke
Beginnings and endings...
There's a heart of the world
In the bowed bony Burren
There's a trip-hole to her heart
In soaring Snæfellsness
And the crack of the world
The moist ruddy lips of her
Thee slit of the mother fallen
Sliced from the stars
By the slicing discus
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
From her mouth at the end
Of the worlds
From her mouth at the end
Of the times
The shapes that form the ends
Of the wheelings
The forces that shape the forms
Of the breaths
That cover the clouds
Of the green world's last dancing's
Flicker forth like spring-heeled jackals
All laughing and bloody and wrathful
And peaceful and shining and pallid
And burning and liquid and sadness
And joy
And joy
(Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars
John sits on the stairs with me
His eyes are shining -
Mother - come to me)
Little lovely licking tongues of fire
Smiling and slyly emerge from the stones
The air is now very very viscous
In the distance Sunday children play pipes
The air is now very violent
Birds do not fill the air
Laughing does not fill the air
No bodies fill the air
But the sun filters slowly through the air
As if it has turned to sticky sweet mud
All flowers die
Except for some few
A chain of burning bloody flowers
Follow my eyes crying tears
(Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow
And in that corpsey cow
The corpse of another
And so on and so on
And perhaps forever
If times were not folding and falling
Over each other
And so on and so on and so on
And certainly endless)
Mene mene tekel upharsin
We have been weighed and lost
We have been weighed and lost
(I slept I dreamt I dreamed a dream:
London bright fires smiling and burning
Light roads road through the starlacked night
Many dark suns are falling falling down
London Bridge is destroyed)
In my mind pigs and rubble gnaw
In the dark heights and hearts of Albion
Shudderings in the heart
Cruelty in the heart
And this is over
All over now
In Kamarupa
In Kamarupa
My eyes my mind spinning
Spinning back and forth
Eyes in London
Mind in a hole
Oh they come they come
They run out
Fleeing from what
They come out running
Running
Great Babylon has fallen fallen fallen
Jerusalem has fallen fallen fallen
The great great beast
Is dead dead dead dead
Simon, Simon is dead dead dead dead
And some other bleeding children
Are smiling
They're dead in the rubble
They're dead dead dead dead
And Mercury rises
And Mercury falls
And how dead dead dead dead
Dead dead are you
Summertime
When the living is easy
Summertime
When the dying is easy
The world shudders on
Black tree against a bruised blue sky
The fairground is all shabby and silent
Red sky at night
Red sky at night
Danger
Christ is crying
Christ's tears leaving
His heart and night
All the many faces we have worn
All the many faces we have borne
And dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead are we
Though once I thought
Oh once I read
The hidden god plays hide and seek
Whilst others still run from him
From the world's stomach
The goddies emerge
And who comes to judge us
And who comes to push us
The bloody master
Is bloody dead dead dead
And who comes to strike us
And who comes to hold us
Where is his colour
Where is her cover
And What is her nature
And where does he shine from
(Broken birds move through the air -
They all drink blood)
When Christ smiles his smile is broken
Holly ivy old dead trees
Dead dead dead
Holy and ivy dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Rainbow lovely arc lovely lights
Dead dead dead dead
Horn stag cross meets hunter
Dead dead dead dead
(Oh Saint Eustace ora pro nobis)
Old woman old woman old woman
Old and dead dead dead dead
Now no summers left
This side of boxwood
Crosses broken in my midsummer
The south is dying
The north is dying
The west is dying
The east is dying
There are four corners to the world she said
And every one
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
And all the planets
They're dead dead dead dead
And all my heart
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
It's all dead dead dead
(from a merry vision inspired by William Blake, in the words of the author: “This is the Planh [funeral lament] of Wm. B [William Blake] who appeared to me in the starlacked night and gave me this prophecy. May God have mercy on us all.”)
Anyway, be well, my merry friend
See you in the mist in-between
with metta
smiling stone
PS: you have good quality friends here!
Tim Farrington, modified 4 Years ago at 5/25/20 8:24 AM
Created 4 Years ago at 5/25/20 8:24 AM
RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 2464 Join Date: 6/13/11 Recent PostsSmiling Stone:
Haaaa,
good to see you back!
One of these weird red drinks with a bush of thorns stuck in the middle then, please, bartender...
Yes, there were a few clues that you were swimming in dark waters...
I enjoyed the clip about dissolution (turned the sound off, to be honest), that's kind of what you get when looking at a candle flame? I saw you did a fire kasina sit, no doubt inspired by "the hypnagogic and other trippy visuals" thread. Long curiosity on my side as well, never developed into a retreat so far (I sat with candle for one hour yesterday night, and came out quite tripped out, but can only do it at night because of light source!)
I actually wrote something on a Jesus thread yesterday, that you had the good intuition to erase before it turned sour (sourer, it was already... derailed!). That ate my wise post, unfortunately. I loved the "he had only three years to form his disciples and that's why it's a mess" thing, though...
I will send you that mail again right now (no prose, it would have come here!)
Ok, I take the "darker than present mood" challenge, then:
Current 93 : "all the stars are dead now"
with the lyrics to please you :
Bloody smoke
Foggy smoke
Beginnings and endings...
There's a heart of the world
In the bowed bony Burren
There's a trip-hole to her heart
In soaring Snæfellsness
And the crack of the world
The moist ruddy lips of her
Thee slit of the mother fallen
Sliced from the stars
By the slicing discus
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
From her mouth at the end
Of the worlds
From her mouth at the end
Of the times
The shapes that form the ends
Of the wheelings
The forces that shape the forms
Of the breaths
That cover the clouds
Of the green world's last dancing's
Flicker forth like spring-heeled jackals
All laughing and bloody and wrathful
And peaceful and shining and pallid
And burning and liquid and sadness
And joy
And joy
(Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars
John sits on the stairs with me
His eyes are shining -
Mother - come to me)
Little lovely licking tongues of fire
Smiling and slyly emerge from the stones
The air is now very very viscous
In the distance Sunday children play pipes
The air is now very violent
Birds do not fill the air
Laughing does not fill the air
No bodies fill the air
But the sun filters slowly through the air
As if it has turned to sticky sweet mud
All flowers die
Except for some few
A chain of burning bloody flowers
Follow my eyes crying tears
(Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow
And in that corpsey cow
The corpse of another
And so on and so on
And perhaps forever
If times were not folding and falling
Over each other
And so on and so on and so on
And certainly endless)
Mene mene tekel upharsin
We have been weighed and lost
We have been weighed and lost
(I slept I dreamt I dreamed a dream:
London bright fires smiling and burning
Light roads road through the starlacked night
Many dark suns are falling falling down
London Bridge is destroyed)
In my mind pigs and rubble gnaw
In the dark heights and hearts of Albion
Shudderings in the heart
Cruelty in the heart
And this is over
All over now
In Kamarupa
In Kamarupa
My eyes my mind spinning
Spinning back and forth
Eyes in London
Mind in a hole
Oh they come they come
They run out
Fleeing from what
They come out running
Running
Great Babylon has fallen fallen fallen
Jerusalem has fallen fallen fallen
The great great beast
Is dead dead dead dead
Simon, Simon is dead dead dead dead
And some other bleeding children
Are smiling
They're dead in the rubble
They're dead dead dead dead
And Mercury rises
And Mercury falls
And how dead dead dead dead
Dead dead are you
Summertime
When the living is easy
Summertime
When the dying is easy
The world shudders on
Black tree against a bruised blue sky
The fairground is all shabby and silent
Red sky at night
Red sky at night
Danger
Christ is crying
Christ's tears leaving
His heart and night
All the many faces we have worn
All the many faces we have borne
And dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead are we
Though once I thought
Oh once I read
The hidden god plays hide and seek
Whilst others still run from him
From the world's stomach
The goddies emerge
And who comes to judge us
And who comes to push us
The bloody master
Is bloody dead dead dead
And who comes to strike us
And who comes to hold us
Where is his colour
Where is her cover
And What is her nature
And where does he shine from
(Broken birds move through the air -
They all drink blood)
When Christ smiles his smile is broken
Holly ivy old dead trees
Dead dead dead
Holy and ivy dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Rainbow lovely arc lovely lights
Dead dead dead dead
Horn stag cross meets hunter
Dead dead dead dead
(Oh Saint Eustace ora pro nobis)
Old woman old woman old woman
Old and dead dead dead dead
Now no summers left
This side of boxwood
Crosses broken in my midsummer
The south is dying
The north is dying
The west is dying
The east is dying
There are four corners to the world she said
And every one
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
And all the planets
They're dead dead dead dead
And all my heart
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
It's all dead dead dead
(from a merry vision inspired by William Blake, in the words of the author: “This is the Planh [funeral lament] of Wm. B [William Blake] who appeared to me in the starlacked night and gave me this prophecy. May God have mercy on us all.”)
Anyway, be well, my merry friend
See you in the mist in-between
with metta
smiling stone
PS: you have good quality friends here!
good to see you back!
One of these weird red drinks with a bush of thorns stuck in the middle then, please, bartender...
Yes, there were a few clues that you were swimming in dark waters...
I enjoyed the clip about dissolution (turned the sound off, to be honest), that's kind of what you get when looking at a candle flame? I saw you did a fire kasina sit, no doubt inspired by "the hypnagogic and other trippy visuals" thread. Long curiosity on my side as well, never developed into a retreat so far (I sat with candle for one hour yesterday night, and came out quite tripped out, but can only do it at night because of light source!)
I actually wrote something on a Jesus thread yesterday, that you had the good intuition to erase before it turned sour (sourer, it was already... derailed!). That ate my wise post, unfortunately. I loved the "he had only three years to form his disciples and that's why it's a mess" thing, though...
I will send you that mail again right now (no prose, it would have come here!)
Ok, I take the "darker than present mood" challenge, then:
Current 93 : "all the stars are dead now"
with the lyrics to please you :
Bloody smoke
Foggy smoke
Beginnings and endings...
There's a heart of the world
In the bowed bony Burren
There's a trip-hole to her heart
In soaring Snæfellsness
And the crack of the world
The moist ruddy lips of her
Thee slit of the mother fallen
Sliced from the stars
By the slicing discus
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
At Kamarupa
From her mouth at the end
Of the worlds
From her mouth at the end
Of the times
The shapes that form the ends
Of the wheelings
The forces that shape the forms
Of the breaths
That cover the clouds
Of the green world's last dancing's
Flicker forth like spring-heeled jackals
All laughing and bloody and wrathful
And peaceful and shining and pallid
And burning and liquid and sadness
And joy
And joy
(Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars
John sits on the stairs with me
His eyes are shining -
Mother - come to me)
Little lovely licking tongues of fire
Smiling and slyly emerge from the stones
The air is now very very viscous
In the distance Sunday children play pipes
The air is now very violent
Birds do not fill the air
Laughing does not fill the air
No bodies fill the air
But the sun filters slowly through the air
As if it has turned to sticky sweet mud
All flowers die
Except for some few
A chain of burning bloody flowers
Follow my eyes crying tears
(Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow
And in that corpsey cow
The corpse of another
And so on and so on
And perhaps forever
If times were not folding and falling
Over each other
And so on and so on and so on
And certainly endless)
Mene mene tekel upharsin
We have been weighed and lost
We have been weighed and lost
(I slept I dreamt I dreamed a dream:
London bright fires smiling and burning
Light roads road through the starlacked night
Many dark suns are falling falling down
London Bridge is destroyed)
In my mind pigs and rubble gnaw
In the dark heights and hearts of Albion
Shudderings in the heart
Cruelty in the heart
And this is over
All over now
In Kamarupa
In Kamarupa
My eyes my mind spinning
Spinning back and forth
Eyes in London
Mind in a hole
Oh they come they come
They run out
Fleeing from what
They come out running
Running
Great Babylon has fallen fallen fallen
Jerusalem has fallen fallen fallen
The great great beast
Is dead dead dead dead
Simon, Simon is dead dead dead dead
And some other bleeding children
Are smiling
They're dead in the rubble
They're dead dead dead dead
And Mercury rises
And Mercury falls
And how dead dead dead dead
Dead dead are you
Summertime
When the living is easy
Summertime
When the dying is easy
The world shudders on
Black tree against a bruised blue sky
The fairground is all shabby and silent
Red sky at night
Red sky at night
Danger
Christ is crying
Christ's tears leaving
His heart and night
All the many faces we have worn
All the many faces we have borne
And dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead are we
Though once I thought
Oh once I read
The hidden god plays hide and seek
Whilst others still run from him
From the world's stomach
The goddies emerge
And who comes to judge us
And who comes to push us
The bloody master
Is bloody dead dead dead
And who comes to strike us
And who comes to hold us
Where is his colour
Where is her cover
And What is her nature
And where does he shine from
(Broken birds move through the air -
They all drink blood)
When Christ smiles his smile is broken
Holly ivy old dead trees
Dead dead dead
Holy and ivy dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Rainbow lovely arc lovely lights
Dead dead dead dead
Horn stag cross meets hunter
Dead dead dead dead
(Oh Saint Eustace ora pro nobis)
Old woman old woman old woman
Old and dead dead dead dead
Now no summers left
This side of boxwood
Crosses broken in my midsummer
The south is dying
The north is dying
The west is dying
The east is dying
There are four corners to the world she said
And every one
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead
And all the planets
They're dead dead dead dead
And all my heart
Is dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
It's all dead dead dead
(from a merry vision inspired by William Blake, in the words of the author: “This is the Planh [funeral lament] of Wm. B [William Blake] who appeared to me in the starlacked night and gave me this prophecy. May God have mercy on us all.”)
Anyway, be well, my merry friend
See you in the mist in-between
with metta
smiling stone
PS: you have good quality friends here!
Papa Che, One of these weird red drinks with a bush of thorns stuck in the middle for our friend here! On You.
Smiling, you win the challenge. Now make mad love to me. Hard, soft, fast and furious, slow and tender, all up to you. Just do me, now , now. Please.
love, tim
Smiling Stone, modified 4 Years ago at 5/25/20 9:16 AM
Created 4 Years ago at 5/25/20 9:16 AM
RE: The Second Bar(do) of Last Resort
Posts: 347 Join Date: 5/10/16 Recent PostsSmiling, you win the challenge. Now make mad love to me. Hard, soft, fast and furious, slow and tender, all up to you. Just do me, now , now. Please.
You're surrounded with beautiful women, and you're coming on me?
What can I answer to this ? No, Tim, no, let's not mix everything...
And is it the follow up to a weird post in my thread about some beast with two backs? Romance, romance, all this is papanca...
metta (I'll cut on the love then...)
And you try to get me drunk, I can see this... Papa Che, help!
smiling stone