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The game is to be where you are. Be it honestly and as consciously as you know how. When we are all with Maharaj Ji- I decided well- he keeps saying “tell the truth and don’t get angry”, but the truth is I am angry. The only game in town is the game of being-which includes high and low.
-Ram Dass
Scooba doo and scubba dabba, life's a gas, and life's a grabba.
Hip is hip and groove is groovy, life's a wild Fellini movie.
When that hairy fist of silence slugs us, bugs us, puts us down, we'll all wing it; we'll all sing it, Guy Lombardo's back in town!
It is my feeling that the only thing you have to fear is fear -Ram Dass , The Only Dance There Is
It gnaws at her, I’m sure of it, but slowly, patiently: she takes the upper hand, she is able neither to console herself nor abandon herself to her suffering. She thinks about it a little bit, a very little bit, now and again she passes it on. especially when she is with people, because they console her and also because it comforts her a little to talk about it with poise, with an air of giving advice. When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking. But she is morose all day, suddenly weary and sullen.
“It’s there,” she says, touching her throat, “it won’t go down.”
She suffers as a miser, She must be miserly with her pleasures, as well. I wonder if sometimes she doesn’t wish she was free of this monotonous sorrow, of these mutterings, which start as soon as she stops singing, if she doesn’t wish to suffer once and for all, to drown herself in despair. In any case, it would be impossible for her: she is bound.
Nausea (La Nausée) , Jean-Paul Sartre
Man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment that he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything that he does
“Existentialism is a Humanism” -Jean-Paul Sartre
The Mandala process : an alternative to pharmeceutical
In Tibet, they use what are called tonkas. If you go to the doctor in Tibet, instead of giving you a prescription like, “pick these herbs by a damp rock” or “go to your local pharmacy and get..” Instead of doing that, he often may give you a tonka, a mandala, to take home and put up on your wall and meditate upon. Now this is really far out, you see, because here’s your doctor, you go to him because you’ve got headaches, or because you’re depressed, or because you’ve got fear, or because you’ve got bleeding or something, and he gives you a piece of paper to stick up on your wall and mediate on. Now you’d say, ‘Well, that’s pretty primitive.” But wait a moment, just assume, for example, that they’re not all nuts, see, and they’re not all native. And you go and sort of sit down in front of this paper and figure out what its about. After a while you learn that the way these are designed is such that you put your focal attention on the entire mandala, which is a circle within a square and the square has gates, four gates. And then pretty soon your attention- you just let yourself be with that thing, let all other thoughts go and just stay with it - pretty soon, your attention is drawn in through the gates and in and in to the inner circle and into the innermost circle where there is a specific design, or being or something and when you come in and in and in, you then experience the inner circle as something like a long tube. It takes on a depth, and as you stay with that inner circle you get drawn, literally drawn, your awareness gets drawn through the tube, and you get drawn from that tube into, literally, another frequency of vibration.
Well, a mandala, very much like what’s called faith healing, is based on the idea that “mind manifests matter” and that if you change the nature of the vibration or the nature of the level of consciousness, you’ll find certain levels of consciousness where certain illnesses don’t exist.
-The Only Dance There Is ~ Ram Dass
perpetuating the suffering , perpetuating the discrimination & perpetuating the oppression
The matter of consciousness is how quickly you give up a past model, so that you can be here and now. In other words, the deck has now been re-dealt. The Negro is really psychologically in a different space than he was a year ago. Now, he’s been oppressed for hundreds of years and he has worked very hard to get to this moment. How many years should he have to be preoccupied with how hard it was to get here? How long should that capture his consciousness? In other words, I’ve been driving and speeding and I’m given a ticket, how long does the ticket eat away at my intestine and the acid secrete and I sit around rehearsing the thing and saying, “Well, if I had said this, and he shouldn’t have done that, and I’ve got to fix it.” or how much, right after that, can I be here and look out and say, “Wow, look at the sun, Isn’t it beautiful?” In other words, how long do i perseverate? And the black man’s predicament is how long he perseverates at this point. The minute he can come into the here and now, he will appreciate that there are literally hundreds of thousands of people around him who see him as another human being in the here and now, see blackness as a secondary rather than as a primary consideration. Is he going to spend the rest of his life punishing himself for the punishment that he has had, by retaining the paranoia, or does he give it up? The problem is one of how quick he can up-level his own predicament.
It’s fierce because there are many people that are getting so many points out of their melodrama and they’ve been on such a thin reinforcement schedule that they don’t want to give up the brownie badges they’re getting. That’s true of the psychoanalytic societies and it’s true of blacks and it’s true of the sexually beautiful women and the rich men in our society, and the handsome men. They’re all getting fantastic payoffs in our externalized culture, which is not going to be enough in the long run for any of them, but they’re saying, “I’ll take it now even though...” Buddha pointed out very clearly that “Lay not up your treasures where moth and dust doth corrupt, and thieves break in and steal,” Buddha said that the cause of suffering is desire or craving, and that means to be caught in time, craving things which pass. Beauty, money, power, external freedom, youth - all pass.
-Ram Dass (formerly, Richard Alpert) From ‘The Only Dance There Is’
Faraway, so close!
Now people are besieged by new lies every day. Ever louder, baser and more intrusive lies... Which dull their senses... So they’re unable to hear our message. But the heart of this people has grown hard... Their eyes are closed... and their ears can’t hear...
Faraway, so close!
People believe more in the world than in us. And to believe still more... They’ve created an image of everything. They expect images to allay their fears... Fulfill their dreams... Provide their pleasures... Satisfy their longings. Human beings didn’t master the Earth. The Earth has become their master.
Faraway, so close!
Most people you meet are missing persons. Their name, which they love hearing out loud... Their quirks, their unexpected grins... or their sudden groans in a shoe store...
Faraway, so close!
I wonder, is it better or worse for people not to know their fate?
Faraway, so close!
You’re beautiful, my little feather! A fragile angel with wings of paper... from the book of dreams. You and your father are like the eternal lovers... like the moon and the sun who only meet at dusk... but whose eyes are perpetually locked. I need to see only one of you... to know whether you’re both happy. You both love things, like conspiring lovers. An underwater cabaret with confetti and streamers... smoke and naked girls. That would be great! The best ideas come too late. Too bad!
Wings of Desire
When the child was a child It walked with its arms swinging, wanted the brook to be a river, the river to be a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, everything was soulful, and all souls were one. When the child was a child, it had no opinion about anything, had no habits, it often sat cross-legged, took off running, had a cowlick in its hair, and made no faces when photographed. When the child was a child, It was the time for these questions: Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Is life under the sun not just a dream? Is what I see and hear and smell not just an illusion of a world before the world? Given the facts of evil and people, does evil really exist? How can it be that I, who I am, didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday, I, who I am, will no longer be who I am? When the child was a child, It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding, and on steamed cauliflower, and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child, it threw a stick like a lance at a tree, and it quivers there still today.
The Buddha was born the son of a king, and so grew up with wealth, pleasure and the prospect of power, all goods commonly desired by human beings. As he reached manhood, however, he was confronted with a sick man, an old man and a corpse. He had lived a sheltered life, and these affected him profoundly, for he realised that no wealth or power could prevent him too from experiencing illness, old age and death. He also saw a wandering ascetic, bent on escaping these sufferings. Reflecting on what he has seen, he reached the first great turning-point of his life: against the wishes of his family he renounced home, wife, child and position to become a homeless wanderer, seeking release from this apparently inevitable pain.
The Buddha by Michael Carrithers
The doctrine in detail is one of formidable complexity, but its basic principle is simple. Just as milk progressively changes, so the self which we experience changes continually for specifiable reasons. The real difficulty is not, however, one of intellectual understanding, but of emotional plausibility. Anyone might ask with alarm: how can I, with my well-developed sense of myself, be expected to accept that I have no self? The intellectual answer is that one has a self, but no eternal Self. But is it the emotional answer which is important. Since anyone attempting to attain or witness an eternal unchanging Self was, in the Buddha's view, bound to failure, the doctrine of the Self was an invitation to further suffering: 'such {a doctrine of the eternal Self} is merely a sensation, a writhing in discomfort, of those venerable ascetics and Brahmans who neither know nor see, and who have fallen victim to desire {for such a Self}. So to give up such a doctrine was to give up a potent source of frustration. The emotional tone of the teaching of non-self was that of a calm and relieved detachment. It was a liberation which transcended the frustrated strivings of those who revolve around a Self 'like a dog tied to a post.'
The Buddha By Michael Carrithers
What art seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.
-Oscar Wilde
Anybody can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend's success.
-Oscar Wilde