Again. how generous of you to respond to me in such detail. Yesterday my thoughts were tumbling around in my brain like clothes in a washing machine and many revolved...or perhaps, more aptly, "rotated" ...around several comments you made.
First, I must clarify one point. My background is not...
thanks again. So much to ponder. My favorite suggestion is imagining the saints in their stinking underwear! And yes, you're right. There certainly were a wide variety of them. When you wrote about evolution and warlords, I cynically began to counter your argument by referring to current...
Thanks you soooo much Windwalker . Between you and miodrag, I feel uplifted.
I think one of my problems may be my prolonged interest in Catholicism and the saints. Most of them are fairly definitive in the steps you must take to become "as perfect as God", which leads to all sorts of...
Well, today I shall not be flippant. My problem with Ms Irritating may be resolved. I woke up this morning feeling PAINFULLY lonely. I knew right away that I was experiencing what this woman feels almost every day. My heart has melted. It is all so obvious that it is embarrassing.
BTW...
I can't understand what he wrote so I don't know if I agree with it or not.
Ram Dass never mentioned anything like this! Neither did the Dalai Lama or that other guy from Vietnam on the best seller list. Or Pemi Chodrin.
Hmmm. Let me redefine myself....I am not occasionally a Buddhist...
Well, I used to be a mystic wanna-be. but not so much anymore. Now I just want a conviction because my brain is jumbled by a whole bunch of mutually exclusive convictions. Or maybe not. Maybe there is a core of mutuality. Like a venn diagram.
This morning, I woke up a Catholic. I went to...
please explicate. I am a muddle, so I don't think it is a hallucination. If it were a hallucination, I wouldn't be in a muddle. I'd hallucinate clarity. Maybe I am substituting "delusion" for "hallucination" or you mean something entirely different.
This is VERY TRUE. I spent my entire adult life reading books until I recognized that I probably never had an original thought in my entire life. I just parroted people whose written thoughts resonated with me. My reading addiction was a sincere quest, but also a source of vanity.
Y'know, YmirGF, I think you may be right about my brain being a bit addled because of my religious identity, which is always in flux. You said it more politely, but it amounts to the same thing. Lately, the Catholic in me has emerged and she is a real harpy. Nag nag nag. Guilt guilt guilt...
Actually, I have been doing that lately. The "one consciousness" thing. i was watching my cat die a few months ago, which sounds pretty morbid, but she was very sick and I was holding her little paw and weeping melodramatically. It took her a long time for her to die, but then, it took one...
I'd better let go of the branch because death is peering over my left shoulder. If I could only stop thinking about stopping thinking! Now I am thinking about stopping thinking about stopping thinking. No wonder I am so exhausted.
Thank you, everyone. I appreciated all your replies. Certainly seems like a diverse group of interesting people here. I have a feeling that I am gonna like this joint.
If asked, I would say that I am a follower of jnana yoga, in the sense that I have read and read and read various scriptures throughout my life. Okay that's not quite true. I read books ABOUT the Scriptures, rather than the scriptures themselves. This may explain my lack of progress. I wish...
i don't know who Hakuin is (and, yes, I shall look it up), but I know that Michael Jackson's monkey would climb up on the roof of the house in Neverland and refuse to come down. Who can blame him/her?
I can't seem to NOT climb the ladder. If I didn't, life would seem totally meaningless. I...