03 March 2013

orchestral chorus lines and pathological plot lines

I suppose it goes with the territory.  Look at what we are doing ... conversing on a regular basis with people we've never met and likely never will through a medium most of us, unless we happen to be geek hobbyists, have no idea how they actually work.  There are people out there living their entire lives in ratty pjs glued to these little boxes sharing their most minute life details with complete strangers.  Points for the most heartfelt, the most revealing of minutae, the most ingenious command of links to others firmly locked into the same pizza delivery lifestyles, when at its most pronounced means what?  Based on the global popularity of this particular manner of survival, it reveals a tragic longing for connection to others that is obviously absent in their 3-D.  We've always known this at heart, but paid little, if any attention to whatever we might do to change it in our own 3-Ds.  It may be that serious external change is impossible in these times, the imaginary neon lights beckoning from every angle, every waking minute, something like living on the Las Vegas strip if it were physical, so that you can not escape the pressure of your zeitgeist even if you try with every ounce of energy, the very impulse to indulge, for the most part, inescapable, the life blood of the New World pumping through every little person heart because ... because that is all there is.  That the controls manufactured specifically for managing overpopulation make casual conversation, normal courtesies and compassion very close to impossible, thus the out of all control populations revert enthusiastically to the fantasy of connection through invisible mediums, except they blotted out all the really good stuff that makes life beautiful.  The individual desire for attention has gone into overdrive, the unmet narcissism of the lonely Human Being has no time for, or memory of, the real person behind the written word.  And while all those fonted words of temporary, inanimate connection produce a brief semblance of reality, the acknowledgements pale in comparison with the real thing.  They bear numerous, serious and cautionary downsides.

The worst of them being the unknown chorus line accompanying electronic reality.  Behind every feeling put into binary code await uncountable chorus lines ready to parachute into your authentic life in ways least expected.  I'm saying this must be part of the draw.  When the false meets the real, the narcissistic ego is assuaged as a three prong plug meets the socket - snap-pop-bingo.  Its a step up, closer to something intense (whatever that is), greater leaps of fantasy are taken, after which 3-D hardly matters.  Of course, considering the common state of 3-D, it makes a sort of secondary logic the individual would desire retreat into imaginary communes of supposed agreement.

One day, not too far from today, these electronic mediums will be directed towards their final purpose.  Cyberwarfare will replace all ground and air wars. Its already happening.  It is backwards now, too expensive, too contagious and unwieldy to use in full today as it will be used eventually, but great highways of inroads are being made by the hour.  Why wrangle with the problems and expense of F35s when any resource-laden nation can be brought to its knees through cyberwarfare?  Eventually it will become the weapon of choice and all the little bloggers, tweeters and effingbookers clogging up the bandwiths will be phased out by stray variants of worms and hacks.  Not only will it be a self-defeating exercise to manage your add-ons, heh, how many of us actually know how to stay clean of the as yet unknown electronic diseases still in the womb?  Busting the little people's small pleasures will be immeasurably easier than lining us up to take seriously manufactured stupidity.

Back to the chorus lines.  Recently, I was kind of shocked into recognizing the sea of humanity's Dagwood and Blondie grouping into simpleminded sectors of black or white mass opinion.  As I thought at the time, the first episode was a feeler.  An how far can we go feeler.  Apparently, we can go VERY far.  Everything one might type or dictate into the electronic medium of their choice is food for the black and white chorus lines of mass opinion.  This is but a stage my friends, a training exercise for tomorrow's plot line.  In the future, whatever overpopulation does on an individual basis will be accompanied by choirs of opinion,  long lines of faceless, disembodied people you've never met and never will, speaking to you through multiple devices as arms and hands in text stretch out in unison coercing you to feed them what it is they want.  And how do we know what they want?  Whatever we feed them will be twisted to suit what they already think because they don't really think, they adopt what they've admired from afar and use it as nourishment for their own pathological needs.  This behavior is a sideshow mirror of the courts of our current justice system replete with prosecution, defense, judge and jury, as if a "crime and criminal" were identified and opinion camps firnly established.  It is just-us after all.  Who are we fighting, who are we defending today?

Before I had the rockbuggy, my beloved V8 was smashed.  I was forced into battle with the offender's insurance company.  Of course, when something like that happens, my first instinct is to be done with it, but it immediately turned into a full time job because not only was I dealing with several different agents, I was dealing with Godzilla, the insurance industry's computer system that decrees your fate.  The cast of characters grew by the hour, from the state, to storage at the tow guy's holding facility to insane repair estimates.  I came to realize each massive industry out there has its chorus lines, the required-by-law parades of needy, greedy hands all screaming "gimme gimme" and all of them in full ignorance of the victim's plight.  And let us not forget the byproduct groupies these TBTF industries spawn such as the underground parts market or the hot, slimy breath of municipal auctioneers.  Doesn't it make you wonder WTF is gonna happen when the states' agencies are mandated into health insurance exchanges?  Geeze amighty. 

Enough of that for now, I am merely bringing to your attention certain evidential fallout one may not have grokked was included in Mayan Prophecy that is actually in full bloom as we speak.  The artisan carvers of prophecy obviously were mistranslated as lost and foreign languages in metaphor often are.  Sybil whatshername told us that much as did Condoleeza concerning Ahmadinejad's poetic letter writing skill.  If you were keeping up with this blog in 2012 and earlier, you would have seen it too.  The whole year of 2012 spelled itself in bold, you had to be institutionalized to miss it, TEOTWAWKI. Another part generally misdiagnosed is the Prophecy's exponential power over the immediate and going forward.  Take heed.

Open your eyes, take a clean reading, unplug for a month and see how you feel.  Concentrate on what you personally can do to love more, help more, SEE more, be more receptive to the Forces of truth that are always there guiding us.  You will never hear them as long as you are cursed with the motivation of feeding your dis-ease in the netherworld's underbelly of cyber-genergated opinion modification.  Look at your actions: Every action has a reaction.  Every re-action is then multiplied until it becomes another mass moron behavior acceptable primarily to the actors and their fawnng, hungry chorus lines.

Missing neil, irreplaceable, genuine, deep, so real his pictures perfectly match the man envisioned.  How fortunate we were to have him among us for that little space in time before he returned to Pandora.  We want to say "Take us with you."

80 comments:

su said...

Nina sista,
Where is Neil the poet?
Why are we going to miss him?
Talk to me now?

LifeinCreation said...

Su dear, I sent you a comment on your last post last Sunday, but I guess it never found you... Erin

I'm sorry to say this Rest in Peace, Neil Rogers

su said...

Oh no.
I have just come home to find all Iona's guinea pigs dead and now I find out that this beautiful being is no more.
Heart sore.

nina said...

The Guinea Pigs are with neil.

The more you think about it, the more right it becomes. While we mourn and want them all back with us, neil has the purest part of our Earth connections right beside him.

I realize this idea doesn't fit with the separate realms, but I'm not sure there are separate realms, the separation doesn't fit at all with our love of animals. Its got to be another one of those mistranslations I mentioned in the post. It has to be something Humans can't see, yet.

Erin, thank you for that beautiful tribute, your site is perfectly appropriate, I'll visit when the words come.

Su, now is the time for you to show Iona how to deal with her suffering. What a shock! Big job for you, its okay to fall apart and put things back together day by day. You. can. do. this.

Anonymous said...

Life is a good teacher and friend, Things are always in transition, if we could only realize it. Nothing ever sums itself in the way that we like to dream about. The off-center, in-between state is an ideal situation, a situation in which we don't get caught and we can open our hearts and minds beyond limit.

nina said...

Astute, many thanks. This is true. In fact, you might have been transmitting telepathically when you wrote those words because I saw the same thing while walking the dog a little while ago, that what we are calling global warming is in fact what Dubs always tells us, the poles are shifting - which explains weather anomalies and sink holes and our own constant changes. Static is a fable.

Anonymous said...

Because we have been together before. I am always thinking about you. Kind of like the whole quantum thing.

Quantum Tao - Waveforms in the Universal Sea
How to explain phenomenon such as spirits, ghosts, and death in terms of a holistic metaphysical framework which aligns current quantum mechanical theories with philosophical tenets from Taoism, Buddhism and other spiritual foundations.



"We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think."

- Buddha

su said...

Nina,
Iona clawed the soil, sprayed it till it was mud. She wanted them to have moisture.
She sobbed and sobbed.
She is sad and she is peaceful.
Such a wise soul.
And thank you for reminding me of the lack of separation.
How can the light that is Neil be gone?

Another friend of mine passed last week - 52 years old. He also just never woke up.

The only certainty is change.
Hamba Kahle Neil. Hamba Kahle.

Dublinmick said...

This subsidation around the Lake Powell area is not the best news I have seen lately. I guess what has always made me seem a bit eccentric is the fact that I was pretty sure if Cayce said the imperial valley would fill up with water, it will fill up with water. It was only a matter of when to me.

A prophet is still a prophet regardless of time line and Cayce was one.

mczilla said...

In the service of the Wetiko mind, the whole electronic thing becomes another red herring across the path of authentic human development. We were doing fine before it came along, we'll be OK without it when it's gone.

And when you get old enough, death shows up all around you. Of course, it was there all along. It's a bit like walking through a mine field, watching your contemporaries vaporize one-by-one, wondering when your number will be up. As a great mid-20th century bard once said, "No one here gets out alive". And then he dropped dead.

nina said...

How good to see you Mister Zilla. That quote has become a part of the English Language lexicon, tell us who was it that said it? It was even used by Dennis Hopper (I think it was Hopper) in Apocalypse Now.

I still like the scriptwriter for Wall Street's quote who had Martin Sheen say (bitterly) "A man lives long enough, he sees everything."

nina said...

Su, I could not reply to your second comment this morning concerning Iona. I was unable to find words. I could see her clawing the dirt, sobbing. I send sincere condolences to you both.

onelove

est said...

-
not to cut in,

jim morrison, of course

in the song 'five to one' >

'one to five no one gets out of

here alive'

also the title of a biography

written after his death
-

est said...

-
i guess i flipped that quote

but it's still jim morrison
-

nina said...

Yes, of course Esteban, thank you. What was I thinking! Cut in anytime. There is no such thing here as interrupt ... for real.

nina said...

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Dublinmick said...

Testing again

The snow was huge this winter so that will ease the Colorado River drought, record snow in Canada. Train tracks are buckling in Britain with no end, massive landslides in Spain threatening power cables, locusts in Cairo, New sinkhole, Lake Peigneur in Iberia Parish. Big sink hole in a rice field in China one of those deep ones. nightmare cracks in the ground in Kashmir, TB outbreaks in Los angeles, white outs in texas, New Zealands white volcano ready to go. Not to mention lightning at the St. Peter Basilica and earthquakes at the former Pope's home. The queen cancelled a rome visit, the rockefellers are headed to fiji, the senate took a long vacation, queen of the netherlands abdicated to her son. Head of DHS quits, 2700 armored tanks bought for police.

http://beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2013/03/are-the-elite-going-into-hiding-2582344.html

http://beforeitsnews.com/gulf-oil-spill/2013/03/la-sinkhole-is-a-salt-dome-collapse-2441076.html
True tube is here

http://trutube.tv/videos/

Dublinmick said...

I wonder if SU has seen this one!

http://catastrophemap.org/wordpress/

Anonymous said...

In the Taoist view, developing an awareness of the laws of nature, especially as they manifest themselves in human culture, is a major component of personal growth and evolution. Lao Tzu believed that people and their attitudes and actions are inseparable from the physical phenomena surrounding them; and that either might alter the reality of the other. Since the advent of quantum mechanics (the mathematics that describes the interactions that take place at the sub-atomic level), scientists have become intrigued with the link between human awareness and the workings of the universe. Quantum mechanics seems to suggest that the sub-atomic world and even the world beyond the atom--has no independent structure at all until defined by the human intellect. Werner Heisenberg, who transformed physics when he developed this concept in 1927, notes: "Natural science does not simply describe and explain nature; it is a part of the interplay between nat ure and ourselves.... What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning." A new generation of physicists are now postulating that a universe cannot even come into existence unless it contains the possibility of life. They suggest that we live in a participatory universe where all reality and physical laws are dependent upon an observer to formulate them. Lao Tzu would clearly concur.

Lao Tzu believed that intuitive knowledge was the purest form of information. For that reason, he expressed his philosophy in the form of thought experiments--mental exercises designed to enhance and evolve the intuitive skills. In the Tao Te Ching, he compels us to use intuition as an equal partner with logic, and encourages us to combine our cognitive understanding of the world around us with a strong personal vision. Neurologically, we might call this a "whole-mind" approach, wherein the spatially and aesthetically astute right hemisphere of the brain is put into use along with the analytically and logically oriented left hemisphere. In this way, we gain a holistic and precise view of reality because we are also perceiving mood, change, and possibility--the mood of the times, the change as society evolves, and the possible future we might create. It is the view of the artist, the philosopher, the visionary--a view that has always carried with it the power to influence the world.

Anonymous said...

Who says we are even here.

Anonymous said...

To continue...

Page 14
Hui-neng said: There is no demonstration or transmission; it is only a matter of seeing nature, not a matter of meditation or liberation.
Yin-tsung asked: Why is it not a matter of meditation and liberation?
Hui-neng said: Because these two things are not Buddhism; Buddhism is a non-dualistic teaching.
Yin-tsung asked: What is the non-dualistic teaching of Buddhism?
Hui-neng said: Your lecture on the Nirvama-Sutra, which explains buddha-nature. This is the non-dualistic teaching of Buddhism. Buddha said, roots of goodness are twofold, one permanent, one impermanent.
Essential buddha-nature is neither permanent nor impermanent, so it is not cut off; that is called non-duality. Oneness is good, dualism is not good. The essential buddha-nature is neither good nor not good; this is called non-duality.
Ordinary people see the body and the world as two; the wise realise their essential nature is not two. The non-dual nature is the buddha-nature.

It is only about seeing, moment by moment, just seeing.


Anonymous said...

Allow things to be as they are without troubling your peace of mind. Everything is as meant to be. The Tao is a conscious, living field of energy and rooted in love, so teach all great spiritual masters. One can connect and Know this independently. No matter how bad or chaotic things seem – it’s all good, and it’s all in control.


In the synchronous sequence of events that are unfolding, there are no accidents; there are no coincidences. React with thoughtfulness, brevity, calmness, righteousness and love when a situation presents itself. Practice to leave anger, fear, worry, anxiety, violence and frustration behind. Letting go of attachment means learning how to not react with negative emotion. Surf the Tao. Allow life to carry you, without perpetuating dissonance. It is a difficult but imperative skill, and a delicate balance.


Some things which seem bad, hurtful or unfair – even all seemingly great underlying evils – will be used in the creation of something new; something wholly without these negative distractions. As if all negativities we currently experience are being crystallized in clear structure now, in order to be sorted out for the great shattering to come. Destruction often necessarily precedes creation. So, be informed, yet be at peace.


It could mean our existence in the coming years will become more and more difficult, as the noose continues to tighten.


It could mean it’s all an illusion and we would slip silently and gloriously into the next resonant octave.


Prepare your home and family; prepare your inner self. This is being a true warrior. Stand strong within and without. Do not fear physical death, and don’t fall victim to the lies. This kind of faith takes practice, as we are so conditioned to fear.


I’ve continued to follow news and events (follow my occasional links at Twitter) though the need to comment seems less and less pressing. By now the fundamental truths have become obvious to those with ears to hear. Those things which cause confusion and ripples in the sea of serenity are working against the flow. Pay attention. Truth is simple.


I continue to work towards inner and outer preparations myself. Often there is no one right answer, aside from love.



The great Way is easy

yet people prefer the side paths.

Be aware when things are out of balance.

Stay centered within the Tao.


-from Tao Te Ching #53

nina said...

Thank you Scrap. I love it when you start getting down with the TAO of Truth and keep going.

much gratitude.

nina said...

Hugo too.

http://www.desdemonadespair.net/2013/03/greg-palast-vaya-con-dios-hugo-chavez.html

su said...

Ah Hugo,
Just too few leaders of merit for one to pass right now.
Rest in Peace and come back soon.

chipperd said...

of a brother, unarm'd

something Humans can't see, yet
nor most ever have done
while eyes are yet blind'd
in bright spinning sun
uncover'd in moments
love unholds its tongue
licking to marrows each heartbreak that comes

something Humans can't see, yet
in ordinal ways
what continues in radiant
harmonic play
each as a center
as life's currents inlay
around beating heart intently gathering strays

something Humans can't see, yet
of feelings they breathe
in and out always through numbering days
adrift when loose moorings leave
ripping hard at hope's door
forcing open rough hands
head-held clench'd defense toward bleakness' spore

something Humans can't see, yet
while we know it must be
as it jiggers so fully
when love's flow is so free
given, untaken in semi-real deals
return'd at some counter
as we sup on her meal

Namaste neil

nina said...

Interesting Chipperd. However, in looking for your other works/posts on Livejournal, you are mysterious.
Maybe something humans can not see, yet?

nina said...

It is said Robert Nesta Marley, aka Joseph, was also assassinated by cancer.

And here, concerning Bob's death, we have evidence there are not separate realms, i.e.; the Human Realm and the Animal Kingdon, because his dog, at his bedside, passed away at the same time.

Bob and now Hugo, taken down by the MOST COWARDLY of weapons.

Terrance said...

Hello Nina...cancer is part of living in our culture...the elite want to kill us all....oncology is big business!
I thought I had signed up for the situation comedy with lots of adventure in this lifetime...however it seems we are in a horror flick!
love or fear...we get to choose everyday!

thank you for sharing Neils poems...

nina said...

Terrance, neil left us many poems in the gallery. Click on a painting or photo and the page appears, often with a neil poem in the comments.

I you read the link a few comments above our's about Hugo Chavez, your thought this New World life is a horror movie is confirmed.

LifeinCreation said...

That was a lovely poem for neil, su. I came across this today, and found it perfect.


Do not stand
at my grave and weep
I am not there,
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand
winds that blow.
I am the diamond
glints on snow.

I am the sunlight
on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle
Autumn's rain.

When you awaken
in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in
circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.

Do not stand
at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.

-Hopi Prayer

nina said...

I agree, Life, perfect.

su said...

Concerned about sista Chicory,
Have you any way of reaching her?
She last posted at Christmas.

And jj still appears in the silence sometimes. Such a long silence and still a presence.

nina said...

Yes, me too. The last time she did a personal post, there were multiple and somewhat disconcerting changes coming and we've never heard the outcome. I will try to contact her right now.

nina said...

Hopefully, I got through. Hopefully, all is well and she is over busy with her art. We'll see.

freeacre said...

I light a candle for Neil,
and also some incense.

I ring my Tibetan bowl.
It's sound forms a bridge between
Earth and heaven.
Hopefully, it carries the scent
from my alter, and he knows
he is in our hearts.

Maybe he is being a scout.
Looking for the nicest places
Where we can join him
When it is our time.

nina said...

And why not a scout? Considering our bonds here, in this medium, it is in perfect alignment. FA, you are a genius. neil has expanded us.

Thank you, respects.

Anonymous said...

the beauty of love is here
we are one
brought here we know not why
With the opening of this essence,
feeling perception of the oneness that is love, which we call love~oneness.

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu

Scrap

nina said...

... brought here we know not why ...

http://www.realitysandwich.com/gathering_tribe

est said...

-
i wanted to write something

for neil, in his own style

but i can't do that, no one can

so here are my own words


i've lost a few friends - good

and true ones - but none such

as our friend and brother, neil

our loss, is a find, for our maker


i miss this guy and can barely

write, much less, poetry

we'll all miss neil + we know it

may god bless his soul + ours
-

trying to get him/us

through those bardo's

Anonymous said...

nina supplies:
http://www.realitysandwich.com/gathering_tribe
Thank you for that beautiful story nina.

If we allow the flowing of the universe to carry us along to help us find the natural place where we all need to be we will have welcomed the position that we are not as powerful in are own life as we think, the burden of the world will become much lighter. Loving oneness for all on this earth even the ones we loathe or hate is to step into the ethereal. By letting go of our expectations and excepting the path that will allow us to service all of humanity we will be able to achieve the true nature that is in inherent inside all of us.

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Lao Tzu

Scrap

nina said...

It IS frustrating Est, right away I found that my offline relationships could not identify with our loss. I was weepy for days on end along with everyone here and the only shoulders to lean on were the shoulders in cyberspace.
So lean on me, lean on all of us.

We've been through a similar thing, we had this friend, Dadnerd, indescribably articulate and true, who warned us in advance his time was coming and then everyone forgot he ever said that and went to pieces when he left. I realize there is little similarity between his and neil's shocking, sudden departure, but life is another one of those TAO balances, without death there is no life. We know it is right and inevitable.

It is very comforting to keep in mind Freeacre's comment, scroll up a bit, that neil is our scout. We shall all meet again and this unwieldy state here on planet Earth is just a little separation.

nina said...

Thank you Scrap and thank you for your insights, I almost didn't comment because Est's words were for you to respond. This brings us to the heart of the matter, we are here for each other regardless of whatever else is going on. Do you see it? In loss, we get closer. Let us not forget or take lightly neil's parting gift.

Anonymous said...

Like a true scout Neil has shown us the way. He knew his true nature and cultivated it naturally.

I love him and miss him.

Scrap

Anonymous said...

We don't set out to save the world; we set out to wonder how other people are doing and to reflect on how our actions affect other people's hearts.

Pema Chodron

chickory said...

dear friends,

I have missed you. I received a note from our Nina, and a sweet comment from Su alerting me to the reassembling of the tribe. Thank you so much for caring, for wondering, and now I have learned about Neil - the generous poet; so kind, and so right on the money. I am very sad, and feel somewhat angry at myself for disappearing and missing any time "with him" as I have

What has happened is simple, Im sure you all have reached the point where you say to yourself,
what am I doing, I am wasting precious time with Life"

So crushed over the undeniable reality of climate change dovetailing nicely with oppressive political systems and sociopathic corporations I decided that the best use of my time was to be in -and with -the woods.

Ive just wrapped up a largish design job that should buy me an entire summer off - free to spend in the garden, with the dogs and hens, and time to explore the Cohutta wilderness. I want to be a person who is very comfortable in that space without fear. (you may recall that 2 years ago I got lost and it made quite an impression on me)

This year I have a community plot as well to tend. I think living in the country has moved me into a better heart place - a bit more compassionate seeing as how we are all going to pay the price for our silence, our lack of revolutionary spirit (and by this i mean collective action) Now if I can just give a family free real food instead of boxed of kraft mac and cheese, I will have at least made one very small effort that is concrete and has actual value to someone other than myself.

Im frightened, actually. We are going to kill it all, all of creation, every bird, every fiddlehead fern, the deer, all of it. no, its worse than frightened. its grief, systemic grief. But you wont see it on my face, there is nothing to do but the small things well, beautifully, with intention.

i too lost two in 6 months to cancer.

In Atlanta, my husband thinks nothing is wrong. He comes up here to the mountains, I try and tell him, I show him, little towns with nothing left except nail salons and tanning booth stores. (and we thought cockroaches would be the victors post-apoc!) He doesnt get that when we stop in a southern tennessee piggly wiggly that grown men buying white bread and cans of beans, that people in their forties have canes and poor skin, that everyone in the store is sick looking and puffy squishy fat - that it is a result of this filthy rotten system. that there really are dark hearted money manipulators that seek to commodify and every aspect of the natural world. I tell him you are closer to these people than the movers and shakers you identify with.

This is why I dont write on my bog. Or havent in a while. its just - i dont what.

sorry for the ramble. Love to ALL here. xoxox

LifeinCreation said...

I agree, Neil is the scout, finding the place of beauty and truth and oneness beyond time and space.

His funeral is tomorrow, Wednesday March 13th at 10am GMT at St. Mary's Church in Whitstable, Kent.

~Erin

su said...

Neil was the scout.
No more Neil, returned to the infinite oneness, his love will touch us forever and guide us hopefully.

Erin,
I am going to the mountains this morning at the time of his burial. I am going to eat a mango without a knife and let the juice squirt all over me. I might laugh, I might cry and then I will swim in the cool, clear water in gratitude for this being who has touched us all in the deepest manner - he has reminded us that we are a tribe - a very powerfully connected tribe and to honour each other accordingly. Thanks Neil for that.

Chicory I have missed your light and the beauty of your creation and your dogs, your river, your woods, your hens. I feel your horror and your pain and the futility of it all. There is naught we can do to make it better or go away. Your gesture of feeding a family fresh produce is a gift of absolute value.
Holding you in this space of peace and gratitude.
And to all the tribe, much, much love and gratitude.
And of course Nina, the glue that holds us all together. How I love you.

LifeinCreation said...

Su wrote all manner of lovely things(!!!), but I wish to reiterate this:

"...gratitude for this being who has touched us all in the deepest manner - he has reminded us that we are a tribe - a very powerfully connected tribe and to honour each other accordingly. Thanks Neil for that."

Absolutely!!!

Anonymous said...

Hopi Elders' Prophecy
Oraibi, Arizona, June 8, 2000 (???)


You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you
must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are
things to be considered. . . .

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?

Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for your leader.

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a
good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and
swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on
to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer
greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let
go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes
open, and our heads above the water.

And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in
history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For
the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.

The time of the one wolf is over. Gather yourselves!
Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All
that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we've been waiting for.

Hopi Elders Prophesy
To my fellow swimmers:
here is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift,
that there are those who will be afraid,
who will try to hold on to the shore,
they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly.
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
and keep our heads above water.
And I say see who is there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history we are to take nothing personally,
least of all ourselves, for the moment we do,
our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves.
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
For we are the ones we have been waiting for.

nina said...

Who is Anonymous that left such wonderful words today? We want to know who is in this river with us and celebrate.

Anonymous said...

Just me

su said...

Anonymous,
Resonance.
Welcome.
Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Sorry did not sign of "just me" is Scrap

Fearless Warriors of Loving-Kindness

LifeinCreation said...

I am reading a fascinating book called "Destiny of Souls" by Dr Michael Newton, a Master Hypnotherapist who takes people into the spirit world in their past lives and time in-between lives. It's totally amazing to me, and in light of our recent beloved's passing, quite relevant.

su said...

Ah Scrap,
Just me - the king of all.
Love you.

Erin,
I think you are about to discover so very much about inter dimensional connectedness.
Neil - the wayfarer.

Anonymous said...

Stonehouse (Shiwu, Shih-wu) Verses

Shiwu or Stonehouse (1272–1352) was a Chinese Zen poet and hermit who lived during the Yuan Dynasty. After living in a hut for 20 years, he became abbot of Fuyuan temple for 8 years. He returned to his mountain hut and composed the “Mountain Poems” (Shan-shih). The translation of his work is by Red Pine THE ZEN WORKS OF STONEHOUSE: POEMS AND TALKS OF A FOURTEENTH-CENTURY CHINESE HERMIT

These are the verses from the recent talk. I have deleted my comments so that they can appreciated from the perspective of today.

1.

This body’s existence is like a bubble’s

may as well accept what happens

events and hopes seldom agree

but who can step back doesn’t worry



We blossom and fade like flowers

gather and part like clouds

worldly thoughts I forgot long ago

withering away on a mountain peak.

2

Nothing is better than being free, but getting free is not luck.

3

Not one care in mind all year
I find enough joy every day in my hut
and after a meal and a pot of strong tea
I sit on a rock by a pond and count fish.



Koan Excerpt

Without knowing what’s coming, the cricket sings beside the golden well. Shining for no reason, the moon before the shrine hall announces early autumn. If you can unite limitless worlds into a single speck of dust, and let every speck of dust be a great sea of enlightenment, if you can combine ten lifetimes into a single thought and let every thoughts be the day of release, the leave here like this, without taking roads, much less a staff or bundle or tightly woven shoes, and with leaving your footprints throughout the four quarter a thousand miles from home.

If you think Zen practice means traveling across rivers and mountains in search of a teacher or (the Way), your’re just running around like lost fools. Even if you jump as high as the thirty-third heaven in the blink of an eye, or circle Mount Sumaru and its perfumed sea a million times. . . . Grabbing his staff and raising it, the master said, You still can’t leave here.

nina said...

Perhaps, on the mountain, his friends call him Stonehouse because his hut is made of stones. and maybe his nearest neighbors varied in their choice of materials for construction of their own huts. He grew to appreciate the idea of a name for his hut, as a natural, living thing and when he returned and wrote THE ZEN WORKS OF STONEHOUSE ... it felt right to honor that which brought him sincere happiness.

Anonymous said...

From this thread ( www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843992&postID=6336395773932520530 )


Regarding Neils book - which I was sincerely interested in - I asked Les Visible a few days ago: "Assuming it gets finished, how much will this collection of Neils poetry cost and what of the proceeds?"

His response to my question was: "How much this will cost is not anyone's affair but mine and the proceeds will go to his family, failing that I'll buy a lot of heroin and just get high off the proceeds." Then he proceeded to mention something about "hookers or firearms". All this because I asked as anonymous so he assumed I was "questioning his motives".

After I questioned his response and stated my interest in buying, he offered a profuse apology and something about "getting sensitive when he gets altruistic..." To which I made a very tongue in cheek, sarcastic final retort then walked away.

After thinking very carefully on it however, I fail to find the humor in any of it... Needless to say, his response ultimately made me question his sincerity, and I'm reconsidering purchasing said book from him.

CJ

nina said...

CJ, Alan, take no offence. You give us a perfect example of self-inflicted suffering where no harm was intended. Visible has taken on a mammoth and likely intimidating project which translates into coordinating a variety of bloggers to make something happen in a timely fashion - no easy feat especially when he's already up to his ears in projects. But the point is, it will happen and it will be very well received. Don't forget too, you can buy anything online from Amazon by adding it to your wish list.

Here is another thing, altruism always carries side effects in the form of questions and doubts about one's motive because in this crazy life in these times, profit is supposed to be the end game which is, as you are aware, bs.

The Rastas have a phrase which we've discussed here from time to time, "Feel no way." It corresponds beautifully with the attitude in Zen Works of Stonehouse (scroll up three comments to March 21, 2013 at 9:43:00 AM PDT).

Love, nina

Anonymous said...

Herons, cats, and burglars
Achieve what they intend
By going silently and unobserved.
Such is the constant practice of the sage.

Shantideva

Anonymous said...

When mortals are alive, they worry about death.
When they're full, they worry about hunger.
Theirs is the Great Uncertainty.

But sages don't consider the past.
And they don't worry about the future.
Nor do they cling to the present.
And from moment to moment they follow the Way.
Bodhidharma

Anonymous said...

Achieving life naturally
focused in my senses
ever mindful of my tasks
existing simply like a mountain
floating above the fray
Never being in or out of the competition
straiaght ahead wondering what it's all worth
this life on earth
to make it into heaven
no basis is neded for awakening to this hidden path
Open your eyes it is all about seeing

Anonymous said...

Hi Nina,
Just directed from Smoking Mirrors.
I love what you do....
You deserve lot more from Visible...
I asked him anyway.

I will send you a red rose.

Stranger

Anonymous said...

Po Chu-I Believed in Idleness

Po Chu-i believed in idleness--
we might call it "staring at the wall"--

... that waiting, listening for the words
of the poem to come to us,

voice of the muse, who comes
floating to us from the other side

but only if we have that openness
to those voices only heard when we

are doing nothing, only listening
for the lady with the harp and wings

who brings us the news of the day,
that news William Carlos Williams said

we die from the lack of every day.

Anonymous said...

David Budbill, author of above Po-poem

nina said...

Hi there, Stranger. Thank you. What did you ask Visible?
The truth is he has done and continues to do more than mere words can say in a comment box. But since you bring it up so sweetly, I see the need for a post on this subject. We will get to that eventually, I promise you.

Your visit is appreciated.

nina said...

Bulletin:

Comment moderation kicks in after 3 weeks, it might be two, I am looking into that right now since I don't have a new essay ready at this moment, but will soon. I apologize for any confusion this moderation business has caused.

I regularly get absurd spam comments after the first week a post is up, its far worse in the archived posts. Moderation has its place, but not at the cost of friends sending in two of the same comments because the first one didn't appear.

Let's try one month before moderation?

Terrance said...

Hello love tribe....just discovered this wonderfully talented women...

http://m.youtube.com/user/JoyDenalaneVEVO#/watch?v=nvN_EqHcSeM

Anonymous said...

Hi Nina,

I asked Visible to give you a personalized endorsement as he had given to Lasha.

I hope that helps!

Stranger

Anonymous said...

The Key of becoming a Bodhisattva:

One who wishes to protect oneself and others quickly,
should practice exchanging oneself for others,
which is a great mystery.

All those who are unhappy in the world are so
as a result of their desire for their own happiness.

All those who are happy in the world are so
as a result of their desire for the happiness of others.

Enough of such talk!

Note the difference between the fool who seeks his own benefit,
and the sage who works for the benefit of others.

One, who does not exchange his own happiness for the suffering of others,
surely does not achieve Buddhahood.
How could one find happiness even in the cycle of existence?

Therefore,
in order to alleviate my own suffering and to alleviate the suffering of others,
I give myself up to others, and I accept others as my own self.

Anonymous said...

More: An open heart is the primary tool for creating a better world and an enlightened society. the simplest and most direct way to create positive change in the world is throught connecting with our own awakened heart. You just have to offer yourself as you are and allow your vulnarable heart to transform the world

Anonymous said...

Nansen, by Gary Snyder
I found you on a rainy morning
After a typhoon
In a bamboo grove at Daitoku-ji.
Tiny wet rag with a
Huge voice, you crawled under the fence
To my hand. Left to die.
I carried you home in my raincoat.
"Nansen, cheese!" you'd shout an answer
And come running.
But you never got big,
Bandy-legged bright little dwarf -
Sometimes not eating, often coughing
Mewing bitterly at inner twinge.

Now, thin and older, you won't eat
But milk and cheese. Sitting on a pole
In the sun. Hardy with resigned
Discontent.
You just weren't made right. I saved you,
And your three-year life has been full
Of mild, steady pain.

nina said...

I love that. Reading it over and over.

Dublinmick said...

Hi all, I am working on setting up an image shack link. It seems the beast has disabled my photoshop!

nina said...

You might contact Photoshop tech support Dubs.

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Terrance said...

Hello Nina ....has any one noticed the purple palette of your garden plants...roses.... potato.....tomatoes......keikies...all with a purple tint? onelove

Zoner said...

Felt drawn here today for the first time in months. Sad to hear of the passing of one of the real humans but also gladdened by this transformation for him. I know those here will appreciate the sentiment.

Just popping my head in to say "Hello" and rest awhile here in this place of Love and beauty.

Gratitude fully present.

Z

nina said...

New post: http://deepintoartlifewest.blogspot.com/2013/04/too-hot-to-handle-too-cold-to-survive.html