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I'm on Level 42.7.4.
Become?
Try shoveling it for four hours a day seven days a week.
First and last time I volunteered to work on that (or any other) ranch.
Where'd you get this particular schema from? I've seen a more well-developed paradigm describing "levels" of "spiritual development" but it didn't look like this one. It has its flaws.
The Stages of Faith According to James W. Fowler |
James Fowler's seven stages of faith:charting the development of an individual's understanding of matters related to religion, morals, and the divine.www.institute4learning.com
I signed up for an eight month "tour".I was brought up on a farm, much of my pocket money was earned shoveling cow **** before going to school.
I think I understand your perspective here.I think in level 3 you have glimpses on the nature of reality and consciousness but you are still human. On level 4 you are beyond human.
By dying you mean the death of both the body and ego or just the death of the ego?You don't become God, you just die, and then God is (non-duality aka Only God Alone exists).
But Religious-God-Consciousness is Higher.
Nevertheless... God is The Absolute Truth.
The ego is falsehood. It can only die. Then God IS. The ego can never become God.
I think I understand your perspective here.
As I see it, one is always that nature, but is merely in ignorance of this. There is nothing to become. With practice, those "glimpses" become stable and consistent.
We didn't get paid. But I could rank the animal by difficulty (stench) . Level 1- horses, the best Level 2 - cattle Level 3 - getting tougher - swine Level 4- the worst - chickens If Mom was really upset, it was the chicken coop. There you hat to take a break every few minutes or so.I was brought up on a farm, much of my pocket money was earned shoveling cow **** before going to school.
We didn't get paid. But I could rank the animal by difficulty (stench) . Level 1- horses, the best Level 2 - cattle Level 3 - getting tougher - swine Level 4- the worst - chickens If Mom was really upset, it was the chicken coop. There you hat to take a break every few minutes or so.
You got paid?
Ours was mixed farm. We had a bit of everything. Usually only one horse, but I've been around them. Which breed was your dairy farm? We (Mom mostly) milked as many as 6 at a time, Airedale, Holstein, Brown Swiss, some mixed. It was mostly food (milk cream, butter) Mom shipped some cream for pocket money. Eggs too. The mixed farm here in Canada is almost extinct now, but it provided a well rounded environment for growing up.It was a dairy farm so mostly cattle, but mom kept chickens so yes i agree that the throat burning vinegar stench is worst.
Yes i got paid, trust me here, it was much less than minimum wage.
Ours was mixed farm. We had a bit of everything. Usually only one horse, but I've been around them. Which breed was your dairy farm? We (Mom mostly) milked as many as 6 at a time, Airedale, Holstein, Brown Swiss, some mixed. It was mostly food (milk cream, butter) Mom shipped some cream for pocket money. Eggs too. The mixed farm here in Canada is almost extinct now, but it provided a well rounded environment for growing up.
Good on them. Where are they going?Dad had give or take 60 Holsteins and Herefords for milk so i got roped in to milking too. Mom had chicken and duck for the eggs and Sunday lunch, she also had a small veg garden. They retired last October so are now catch up on the travel they missed out on for nearly 60 years
Good on them. Where are they going?
I recall how we could rarely travel. Fortunately we lived 2 miles from Dad's brother, and they took turns doing each other's chores. Still, 2 or 3 days was about the limit.
My uncle had purebred Herefords, but Dad had Shorthorn. Each had a herd of about 30 for beef cattle.
Were you ever around sheep?
Was the sweater angora? If so, maybe the goats were being amorous with it.They came here (France) over Christmas, then on to Spain to meet family for the first time in years. Home then to Italy. home again and are preparing to got to new Zealand for a month.
Sheep, no. Goats, i had a couple before i left the UK, mostly for keeping the grass short and eating my sweaters.