Re: bottle game+

[Guest guest]

I wonder if any of u caught the implication of the bottle game? it was an

example of step 4:

1=look

2=see

3=observe. compare, come to conclusions

these are the steps of science n where science usually ends

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4- apply the process to yield a spiritual implication

this is matching the visible w/invisible world = unus mundus

the bottle game is a party game for woop-de-dooers but it concealed an inner

implication, there for discerning....

so many simple things we do ev day can be unlocked by playing Sophia's games

i think this is one way - for me, at least - to interpret the dream in which

jung shouted - 'consider the obvious - i did!'

it just takes a few moments of speculation, any day, any where....but it

works!

like the zipper, going up = symbolos - 2 bec 1 n tab = transcendent function;

going down - dia-bolos, 1 iuto 2 - process of separation......ego fr div guest

since the West is materialistic, we can find spirit in the material - i call

this endophysics.

'turn the stone, n i am there; cleave the wood, n i am there also - gospel

acc to ?

there is no place wh spirit is not to be found if the cosmos is a hologram..

it seems important to point this out but honestly, the sacred really can be

found also in the commonplace!

the problem is that this is so Simple!

exhausted tonight, but happy

love

ao

Alice O. Howell

Rosecroft

72 Beartown Mt. Road

Monterey, MA 01245 USA

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" Look for the sacred in the commonplace! "

[Guest guest]

Hi Alice, and all,

I just started reading a book called Cutting Through Spiritual

Materialism tonight. What I read so far in the first 4 chapters deals

with Ego.

If the Ego identifies with some thing, be it an Archetypal image or

feeling, it gets caught up in the identification.

Is it possible that that is what I did with the love? I lost sight of

everything else and identified with it? And now that it's gone(or

rather the object of that love is gone) my Ego couldn't allow for the

loss? (still don't have a grasp of this Ego thing yet I guess!)

It also said that everything we do is Ego, trying to identify.

Trungpa likened it to a junk shop and I liked that analogy. I have

have a desire to accomplish this leaving things where I find them,

instead of bringing them home(spiritually)to clutter up my Self. not

an easy thing. And I don't want to just have it be my Ego trying some

new thing either. The question is, how do you tell the difference???

The book says that the trick is to acknowledge, but not identify, or

we face losing the Self or rather the self gets pushed to the

unconscious. is that a correct interpretation?

I will not go further with this thought, but if anyone cares to offer

their opinion, I would appreciate it.

Alice ...it's so good to hear you say you're happy tonight! Me too

for a change!

I love that zipper analogy, have since the first time I read it.

Makes me feel that no matter how much the outer feels apart from it

all, I know I am part of it all.

In finding the sacred in the common place....I know for myself that I

get so caught up in the swirling emotions inside my head that I

forget to see.

Today I spent a great deal of time in one of my favorite places,

outside, in the woods. A place I spent much time as a teenager,

trying to escape the inner angst of outer drama so prevelent in a

teenagers life. It was one place where I could feel at peace. It was

a place where I could really slow down and think with calrity and

find internal answers. It's never let me down and today was no

different.

I am slowly coming to peace with the inner me again.

Kathy

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In a message dated 4/21/01 10:48:07 PM Eastern Daylight Time,

shadowseekergrl@... writes:

> we face losing the Self or rather the self gets pushed to the

> unconscious. is that a correct interpretation?

>

>

u cannot push the Self aside! acc to Jung, it dwells in the unconscious n

never fully incarnates. think centerpt of circle - pts have no dimension ergo

are where we connect to the unus mundus, bey time/space. it is a LUMINOUS pt

of light,life,love.

as a Gemini just try using the word AND instead of OR n medit on a triangle!

relax! u remind me of old egypt story ab the centipede. someone asked it how

it managed to co-ordinate so many legs? 'i never thought ab it,' it replied.

so wh it tried to be consc of this, it got all hopelessly tangled up!

self-absorption can get out of hand - just a little dab a day is plenty - go

out n live, work, play n remember wh Buddha said:

4 noble truths

1. there is suffering in this world

2. all suffering COMES FROM ATTACHMENT AND DESIRE

3. there is a way out of suffering

4. this is to follow the Noble Eightfold Path

to be cont.

sun is shining, we gots daffydils just ready to open, SPRING AT LAST!!

love fr

a daffy ao

[Guest guest]

<< relax! u remind me of old egypt story ab the centipede. someone asked it

how

it managed to co-ordinate so many legs? 'i never thought ab it,' it replied.

so wh it tried to be consc of this, it got all hopelessly tangled up! >>

I love this. I've done that with the same disasterous results. Reminds me,

too, of the the nasty way to beat tennis. Just before the match, say to your

opponent: I love your backhand! How do you do that? Where do you put your

elbow?

Daffodils and narcissus are out, and the forsythia a cloud of yellow in front

of my house. Put thistle seeds in the bird feeder and have had a crowd of

purple finches and goldfiches. Catboy Mouse is the birdwatcher.

Happy Spring!

phoebe

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First class book, Kath, but Trungpa, too, is a trickster who doesn't reveal

himself on first reading. As one lama friend put it: 'Do the think the Tibetans

are so stupid as to leave their most prize possessions lying around on

pieces of paper?'

> The book says that the trick is to acknowledge, but not identify, or

> we face losing the Self or rather the self gets pushed to the

> unconscious. is that a correct interpretation?

*This is the same as I was telling you the other day: acknowledge and let go,

acknowledge and let go... It's like breathing. You breathe in; you breathe

out... No need to hold onto it - the *fact* of breathing, of oxygenating your

blood stream, continues... Nothing to worry about.

It's not so much a question of *losing* the Self as of losing *sight* of it and

then forgetting where you are actually coming from... getting taken in by the

focus-pull...

> In finding the sacred in the common place....I know for myself that I

> get so caught up in the swirling emotions inside my head that I

> forget to see.

> Today I spent a great deal of time in one of my favorite places,

> outside, in the woods. A place I spent much time as a teenager,

> trying to escape the inner angst of outer drama so prevelent in a

> teenagers life. It was one place where I could feel at peace. It was

> a place where I could really slow down and think with calrity and

> find internal answers. It's never let me down and today was no

> different.

*Using a connection with some unspoiled place or thing outside the world of

human preoccupation is a perfect way of finding your way back home.

.... Of finding you *are* home and always have been home... (where on earth

else would you go?)

> I am slowly coming to peace with the inner me again.

*Well then note that that cannot be done by 'thinking'... You don't 'think'

yourself to sleep or into a state of relaxation, do you. You accept and let

go... Dat's what it's about!

m

[Guest guest]

> In a message dated 4/21/01 10:48:07 PM Eastern Daylight Time,

> relax! u remind me of old egypt story ab the centipede. someone

asked it how

> it managed to co-ordinate so many legs? 'i never thought ab it,' it

replied.

> so wh it tried to be consc of this, it got all hopelessly tangled

up!

Oh Alice this feels like me! I was ok until i started to think about

it. I used to just do it, but now I feel like I don't know how. Thank

you.

This makes so much more sense than anything else right now.

I don't know what it means, and am going to give it so much more

reflection , but when I first read you saying to meditate on a

triangle, it made me cry. I don't often do that for no reason, so I

will have to figure out why. And when I get it, I'll let you know!

Thanks AO

It's a beautiful day here and My son and i have been outside basking

in the sun and doing some much needed yard work. I am going back out

to play.

Kathy

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 4/22/1 1:06:01 PM, you wrote:

<< Put thistle seeds in the bird feeder >>

Oh phoebe, thanks for the idea. I pass a bulk grain store every day. Their

sign says, " We have Thistle seeds. " I wondered what to make of this.

Could I just sprinkle some out in the cemetary behind my place?

Will I then see a flock of birds? My view of the spring flowers are those

which decorate the gravestones in the cemetary in my backyard. Believe me

there are lots of them. Interesting way to enjoy Spring but what the heck.

Several weeks ago, a small group of young children were flying a kite in the

cemetary. Didn't bother them where they were. Doesn't bother me.

merry

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<< Could I just sprinkle some out in the cemetary behind my place?

Will I then see a flock of birds? My view of the spring flowers are those

which decorate the gravestones in the cemetary in my backyard. Believe me

there are lots of them. Interesting way to enjoy Spring but what the heck.

Several weeks ago, a small group of young children were flying a kite in the

cemetary. Didn't bother them where they were. Doesn't bother me. >>

Probably should put it on a flat gravestone. Mine is in a hanging feeder... I

have wonderful memories of playing in a cemetery when I was a kid. We were

respectful of the graves -- I think we thought it was either bad luck or

illegal to step on them. But my childhood friend Dicky and I used to sit on

one flat gravestone that had a beautiful view of our little village (the

cemetery was on, you guessed it: Cemetery Hill) and crack hazelnuts and eat

them.

On Thursday I'll be taking my grad students on a field trip to Mt Auburn

Cemetery in Cambridge. It's a stress-buster before exams and commencement...

really an arboretum and a lovely place. Great bird-watching, and we visit the

graves of the two great American 19th Century actors Edwin Booth and

Charlotte Cushman. Plus Amy Lowell, Buckminster Fuller, Winslow Homer,

Longfellow, Baker Eddy... et al, all sleeping in a beautful space full

of birdsong and flowers.

lightly, lightly,

phoebe