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About Me

The Golden God, the Self, the immortal Swanleaves the small nest of the body, goes where he wants,He moves through the realm of dreams; makes numberless forms;delights in sex;eats;drinks;laughs with friends;frightens Himself with scenes of heart chilling terror.But He is not attached to anything that he sees;and after He has wandered in the realms of dream and awakeness,has tasted pleasures and experienced good and evil,He returns to the blissful state from which He began.As a fish swims forward to one riverbank then the other,Self alternates between awakeness and dreaming.As an eagle, weary from long flight, folds its wings,gliding down to its nest, Self hurries to the realmof dreamless sleep, free of desires, fear, pain.As a man in union with Self knows nothing, wants nothing,has found his heart's fulfillment and is free of sorrow.Father disappears, mother disappears, thief disappears, murderer, rich man,beggar disappear, world disappears, goodand evil disappear; he has passed beyond sorrow....The Upanishads...

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My heart was split, and a flower appeared; and grace sprang up; and it bore fruit for my God. You split me, tore my heart open, filled me with love. You poured your spirit into me; I knew you as I know myself. Speaking waters touched me from your fountain, the source of life. I swallowed them and was drunk with water that never dies. And my drunkenness was insight, intimacy with your spirit. And you made all things new; you have showed me all things shining. You have granted me perfect ease; I have become like Paradise, a garden whose fruit is joy; and you are the sun upon me. My eyes are radiant with your spirit; my nostrils fill with your fragrance. My ears delight in your music; and my face is covered with your dew. Blessed are the men and women who are planted on your earth, in your garden, who grow as your trees and flowers grow, who transform their darkness to light. Their roots plunge into darkness; their faces turn toward the light. All those who love you are beautiful; they overflow with your presense so that they can do nothing but good. There is infinite space in your garden; all men, all women are welcome here; all they need do is enter.....The Odes of Solomon...

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Posted by aspen on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 05:10:00 PST

Fear of the Inexplicable

But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished the existence of the individual; the relationship between one human being and another has also been cramped by it, as though it had been lifted ...
Posted by aspen on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 06:00:00 PST

Is There An Absolute?

In this world of limited perception the obvious answer is, "none that I'm aware of".awareness is limited.There is a borderland that can be entered. When I was a young teen, instead of getting on the s...
Posted by aspen on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 10:21:00 PST

a thought

Death is only a thought. So then, a series of thoughts must be maintained in order for the thought to exist. Each individual; you for example, are not aware of death until the thought is present ...
Posted by aspen on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 10:24:00 PST

the light within

There is a light in you the world can not perceive. And with its eyes you will not see this light, for you are blinded by the world. Yet you have eyes to see it. It is there for you to look upon. It w...
Posted by aspen on Mon, 21 May 2007 05:17:00 PST

upon a time

once...I loved a woman. I lived with her in a cozy cottage on the Pocomoke River, in the town of Snow Hill, Md. She was young and radiantly beautiful, with a soft and gentle demeanor....
Posted by aspen on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 08:41:00 PST

light play

I attended an evangelical church when I was 11. I attended four orfive times a week, not just on Sunday mornings, but evenings also.Evenings in the summer when the days became longer and the sun staye...
Posted by aspen on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:37:00 PST

arguing

I worked with developmental disabled people, mostly dual diagnosed. Which means they were mentally retarded, and they also had mental illnesses. They taught me a great deal about the life, about being...
Posted by aspen on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 06:15:00 PST

asking questions

There are many translations of the Chinese "Book of Changes"...The I Ching. My first copy, and the perhaps my favorite, is the Wilhelm/Jaynes version...dictated by a old philosopher/poet to Wilhelm, w...
Posted by aspen on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 06:49:00 PST

Oneness

The One Mind extends Itself. There is no separation in Truth. There is no lack. There is no beginning, no end. I am as I was created to be, and thus I know my Oneness. I know my Self. Isn't this the g...
Posted by aspen on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 10:03:00 PST