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Even More From the Cuckoo’s Nest

This came in my work email:

Dear Staff:

This morning I gave the following assignment to my writing group: “What was the favorite gift you have ever either received or given for any occasion (Christmas, Birthday, Anniversary)?  Write about it and answer these questions:

What was the occasion?

Who were the players—giver and recipient?

What emotions were felt or expressed?

J.N. from Bird 3 (Salem) answered:

“Liz, my group home manager in Grants Pass, when I spent Christmas there gave pajamas to me for a present.  I laugh because I needed P.J.’s.  They were navy blue.  I could put them on before bedtime and unwind in writing on the computer.  They were light and comfortable.  I felt like a million bucks in them because it was decades [since] I had a bed, and P.J.’s to sleep in.  You see, I had spent years on the streets and I slept anywhere out of the weather.  My clothes stayed on me, but my shoes came off when I climbed into the sleeping bag.

 When my care-provider gave P.J.’s to me I acted like a child of joy.  The smell of new P.J.’s was pleasant.  Crisp, fresh P.J.’s were like I was high class.  I did thank Liz for the thoughtful gift.  She is a wonderful person and considerate.  Now, feeling human and high class I wrote better with a new mentality…..Liz [fed] us a balanced diet and shows love in working around the house. 

 Love for P.J.’s is the tender feeling while nights pass.  And I sleep…”

When our patient read this aloud to the class, my eyes filled with tears.  What a wonderful expression of thanks flowed from this patient’s pen!  There are a lot of things to be sad and disappointed about in our world today, but as you reflect on this story I urge you to consider “Who can I bless with “P.J.’s” during this Christmas/Hanukkah/Holiday season?”

Dr. **** ******, Clinical Psychologist

If you have followed this blog you are acquainted with JN and his powerful images, intensely emotional poetry. Of course, he is no longer in the 50 Building- which is now abandoned across the street. He lives in this giant new beast, shiny and deceptive. They rolled up the old hospital and brought it here into a new edifice. Here’s something else-

01-31-2009AD

7:24pm

Believe

Understood into self as the clouds drift away

Sun rises to the word of reality with shinning focus

Wind whispers it while awake in the Desert

Mountains’ tree sings it out with a hoot

Rocks roll in the snowy water stream

The birds fly with uplifting wings

Chairs hold you in faithful promise

I absorb it like food for nourishment

Rain falls to the gravities law

Air gives way to breathe of life

Monks hum to it in meditation

Spirit listens in ah while thought is created

Soul will carry it to heaven

God rewards you for understanding

Flowers wilt by it after seeding

A Babies cry with it when born

Believe while doing all things and it will be

Stories are written with the thought of it

Companions make love for a child

Can’t touch it with your hands, but imagination flourishes

Wake- that sun will make it today

Why then doesn’t it happen when we speak?

Truth and lies are from this tongue of ours

By JN

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By Jim

No longer in the 50 Building, since no one is there anymore. I wonder, can I change the categories? I’ve added the tag “spirit heart”. I should go back and find all Jim’s poems and re-tag.

In the cuckoo’s nest, songs drift down from Bird #3.

Re-printed from Journeys Newsletter, with permission by author:

A Formula for Life

The day begins, ready or not. Shower and shave as I, Spirit-Heart, gather pen and paper.

I try to write well as the twelfth year passes.

Creatures crawl, slither and Mother Earth spins like no tomorrow. Life flourishes in the warming and drying dew.

Jesus is listening to my morning prayer. He blesses me this morning with food I enjoy.

The gravity pulls me down, toward the land of meadows. I will listen to the snow-birds sing with twilight rays.

Clouds form from taking moisture back and I start singing the lyrics to “Amazing Grace”.

My personal feeling is to trim the fruit trees in the meadow. Life needs pruning to strengthen core belief, philosophy; theory if there is a will there is a way.

These moments of shaping me, trees, life to form honest behavior. I see creatures in this ecosystem on the mountain.

The trees are pruned and I head for the creek to wash and work muscles.

Aging gives me permission to have reverence. Mother Nature folds into death with a seed to unfold life again.

My soul will go to the living universe, as I am a cup of universe soul. Life gives, takes, gives in the ecosystem and I will remember that “Law”.

I retreat to the shore after my swim from working muscles gentle, and reflect the moments I cherish while in a fold, unfold style.

Chasing History Trauma

The child wailed, cried, scream with flood of tears

Jimmy, abuse and resentments buried the feelings to smoldering rage

Red, fire, anger, digested as food for the soul

Fighting this rage made him engage hostility

Settling in the void was this smoldering rage to rise by triggers

Thrashing out, acting out is all release shown

Learning Kung-Fu meditation, give the energy to an orbiting void

Souls and Spirit, chat to entities of the orbit surface and supress

Trauma of disguise comes when future triggers are alone

Jimmy sees the micro-world split from essence

A “Recovery Tree” planted as essence in the tiny orbit

Kung Fu meditation makes the tree bloom

No more pain for trauma- sane, as the tree bark absorbs negative soul, spirit

This tree in the void is essence that holds spirit & soul orbit

Now when triggered, pain hurts just a little

Roots and trunk grow to knowledge and wisdom as he begins to giggle

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Whoa

First, this news from “Verge

Massive Botnet Using Brute Force to Attack WordPress Sites” and this, of course, is a wordpress site. They have been good to me over the years and I have found them to host many useful and diverse blogs around the world.

Just learned of these two today- Bhardmazbhardmaz and Full of Roses Inspirational Photography and Poetry. Sometime I should just do a page of good wordpress blogs that I follow.

So, I plan to change my password, try to make it more obscure and difficult to remember.

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Mine landslide

Read the story by clicking the link above.

Read the story by clicking the link above.

Caturday:

[caturday] bearded

Computer parade, east germany:

Berlin, 750-Jahr-Feier, Festumzug, Computer

Cuteness explosion invades [caturday]:

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Um. cute explosion-

 

The usual?

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Not all assassins are very good at it:

as above

as above

 

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Just so you know

I kept it to myself this year. I had a sleepless night.

It snuck up on me- April 5th- I had actually managed to convince myself that it wasn’t even April, really. I saw no date on the calendar. I didn’t realize until about 5 pm on April 4th. Then it was like a bag of bricks. Or an ocean of tears.

Then, like smoke, it was over, gone. No harm no foul. It was something different than my usual coping/ denial. I really want her to move on. I’m concerned for her. She lives in my heart, no matter, but I want her to face ahead. I want this for me too.

“May all be free of suffering and the causes of suffering.”

Here she is laughing with her brothers. They are both grown men.

Here she is laughing with her brothers. They are both grown men.

Yesterday was Andrew’s birthday. I want to give him a Goopymart shirt. but I need to wait until I get my first disability check. I called, he was at work. I texted. Later he texted back, we had a conversation. I miss him- he is so far. Just down in the Bay Area, so I guess not so far. He has a Berkeley PO box. Not certain where he and Chris live right now.

Matt is close by. Just in Beaverton. I went to his house last Sunday night to watch Game of Thrones He made a casserole. It was delicious. He made enough that he can have it for several days. I bet it’s gone now though.

This is one of my favorite pictures. Holding a butterfly in our front yard.

This is one of my favorite pictures. Holding a butterfly in our front yard.

This is in the front yard of where the kids grew up. The house we had from when Matt was born until both he and Andrew were men. It is unfortunate that we lost this house- I lost this house- because after all my breakdowns, after all my years of grief beyond speaking, after all my lost jobs and the ruins of my career we went into foreclosure.

Moved into that rental on Flavel that burned down and took so much of our life with it. No, correct that- it didn’t take any life; it only took stuff. Everyone, including the pets, was safe.

This next is cropped from the huge picture taken at Falcon Crest in the summer of 1989. You can find the original big version around here somewhere.

Even this cropped version is bigger than this- click for full size.

Even this cropped version is bigger than this- click for full size.

I wrote a song. Well, I wrote lots of songs. This one was called “Erin’s Ghost”. It was written when I still had so much anger with God I almost couldn’t pray without spitting. I wonder how it works as a poem… Since I don’t have the right equipment to record it now and I’ve lost the earlier recordings. It’s actually a prayer. If you read between the lines you might hear the spitting. No more spitting for me. God has whispered into my heart, and here, near the end of my life, has opened me to love. Maybe I’ll call it-

Ashes of Your Love

All the labor of my days

All the sweetness of my nights

All the times that I have cursed or have ignored You

The times I’ve touched You

The greatest joy I have ever known

I will undertake to lay these down before You

Because life burns away

As a fire is consumed

Don’t look for me below or up above

Only one thing will remain

Of what is gone without a trace

There is nothing but the ashes of Your love

You brought to me a baby girl

She was tired, she was sore

And You gave me dreams that I could love or even heal her

But for the time that she was mine

We shared too many bitter tears

Lord there were even days I could not bear to feel her

She had more pain to bear than joy

More to teach than she could learn

God she was deeper than her vision could yet show her

Still as my heart counts the years

She is never growing old

I’m left to reflect upon the grace it was to know her

Well, they say, “God cuts the thread”

So it was in her 14th year

That You allowed that she should end

Her own becoming

I could not believe it true

When I saw her lying dead

Though I held until

The chill of her was numbing

And still life burns away

As a fire is consumed

Do not look for me below or up above

For only one thing will remain

Of what is gone without a trace

Lord there’s nothing but the ashes of Your love

It’s hard to believe that she was right

And everything has turned out wrong

There was so much more to life she’d never tasted

I just pray that it’s true

As Your saints have often said

That there is no love in this world that’s ever wasted

But life burns away

Just as a fire is consumed

You will not find me down below or up above

Only one thing will remain

Of that which is gone without a trace

There’s nothing but the ashes of Your love

1992

1992

I love you, my first baby, my only daughter, my life’s greatest teacher, the one I once thought would never abandon me. You are with the loving Friend, move to even greater light, find your heart’s desire. And in all the worlds, the infinite worlds beyond counting, in which you still live, show your fire. Shine so brightly no one can keep from seeing your wild, beautiful fire.

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People of Interest (and other topics)

Folks I have not brought up in previous posts or on other pages of this site but who deserve a closer look. Wikipedia stuff is in this reddish color-

Mātā Amṛtānandamayī Devī (born as Sudhamani IdamannelMalayalam:മാതാ അമൃതാനന്ദമയി, Devanagari: माता अमृतानन्‍दमयी born September 27, 1953), sometimes known simply as Amma [“Mother”], is a Hindu spiritual leader and guru, who is revered as a saint by her followers. She is widely respected for her humanitarian activities. She is sometimes referred to as “The Hugging Saint.”

When You Go Beyond the Ego

You Become an Offering to the World

An interview with Mata Amritanandamayi by Amy Edelstein

posted in http://www.enlightennext.org/magazine/Interview

WIE: What is ego?

MATA AMRITANANDAMAYI: You are actually asking, what is unreality? But how can unreality be described? What use is there in talking about something that isn’t real, that is nonexistent? And how can you speak about that which is real? Amma can only give you a few hints. The mind is the ego. But the ego is a big lie—it is a liar. It is unreal.

There was a cowherd boy who took his cows to the meadows every morning and brought them back to the cowshed at the end of the day. One evening, as he was tying the cows up for the night, the boy found that one of them was missing her rope. He feared that she might run away, but it was too late to go and buy a new rope. The boy didn’t know what to do, so he went to a wise man who lived nearby and sought his advice. The wise man told the boy to pretend to tie the cow, and make sure that the cow saw him doing it. The boy did as the wise man suggested and pretended to tie the cow. The next morning the boy discovered that the cow had remained still throughout the night. He untied all the cows as usual, and they all went outside. He was about to go to the meadows when he noticed that the cow with the missing rope was still in the cowshed. She was standing on the same spot where she had been all night. He tried to coax her to join the herd, but she wouldn’t budge. The boy was perplexed. He went back to the wise man who said, “The cow still thinks she is tied up. Go back and pretend to untie her.” The boy did as he was told, and the cow happily left the cowshed. This is what the guru does with the ego of the disciple. The guru helps untie that which was never there. Like the cow, due to our ignorance, we believe that we are bound by the ego when, in fact, we are completely free. We need to be convinced of this, however.

The ego is an illusion with no existence of its own. It appears to be real because of the power it derives from the Atman [Self]. It is animated by the Atman. The ego itself can be compared to dead matter; for without the Atman, it would have no life. Stop supporting the ego, and it will withdraw and disappear. We ourselves lend the unreal ego its reality. Expose it for what it is, or rather, for what it isn’t, and that will be the end of it.

A dog wags its tail—the tail does not wag the dog. If the tail were to wag the dog, it would be disastrous! The same is true with the mind. The mind, or the ego, should be nothing more than a useful tool; a sadhaka [spiritual seeker] shouldn’t let him- or herself be ruled by the whims and fancies of the mind.

The ego consists of our thoughts and our mind. Our thoughts are our own creation. We make them real by cooperating with them. If we withdraw our support, they will dissolve. We simply have to observe our thoughts. The clouds in the sky assume different shapes, and they change constantly. You may see clouds drifting by that look like faces of the gods or different animals or sailing ships. A small child may believe that these shapes are real, but, of course, they are only illusions. In the same way, our ever changing thoughts drift through the mind, which is the ego. They assume different forms, but they are no more real than the shape of a cloud in the sky. If we simply witness our thoughts as they drift by, they will no longer have any effect on us or influence us in any way.

A lion made of sandalwood is real to a child, but to a grown-up it’s a piece of sandalwood. For the child, the wood is concealed, revealing only the lion. The grown-up may also enjoy the lion, but he knows it is not real. For him, the wood is real, not the lion. In the same way, to a Self-realized soul, the entire universe is nothing but the essence, the “wood” that comprises everything, the Absolute Brahman or Consciousness.

WIE: What is ego death for the true seeker of moksha[liberation]?

MA:
 If the ego is unreal, what death are you talking about? We superimpose the unreal on the real. What really exists is Brahman.There is no discovery, only uncovering.

WIE: 
What are the signs of true ego transcendence?

MA:
 One who has gone beyond the ego becomes an offering to the world, like an incense stick that burns itself out while bestowing its fragrance to others. For such a person there is no sense of otherness. It is difficult to say what a clear sign would be. People pretend or they imitate this and that quality—but for a real master, one who truly doesn’t identify with the ego, his or her entire being, and every action, is a pure expression of divine love and self-sacrifice. Divine love and self-sacrifice cannot be imitated.

WIE: Is it possible for a master to completely annihilate their ego?

MA: A mahatma [great soul] is one who disidentifies with the ego; they see everything as an extension of the Self. Due to our ignorance, we identify with the ego, with that which is not real, but a mahatma is not identified at all with the ego, with that which is unreal.

WIE: How does the guru help to annihilate the ego of the disciple?

MA:
 A true master creates the situations that will allow the seeker to come out of his or her dream. The disciple wants to continue to sleep and to dream, but the master wants to awaken him or her. The whole effort of the master is to somehow bring the disciple back to the reality of his or her true existence.

WIE: It is said that the ego will go to any length to maintain its grip on the individual, even masquerading as our own spiritual longing. What are the most important qualities for success in the fight against the endless tricks of the ego?

MA:
 Performing one’s own dharma with utmost shraddha. Shraddha is very important at the beginning stage on the spiritual path; it is absolutely essential.

WIE: What is shraddha? Is it faith in the possibility of transcending the ego in this life?

MA: Shraddha is more than just faith. It is trust and love. Both trust and love are necessary to transcend the ego—trust in the existence of a higher reality, love for that reality and an intense longing to realize it.

WIE: What is the best way to cultivate discrimination in the face of all the temptations of the ego?

MA:
 Just as a little boy grows out of his teddy bear and other toys, a true seeker gains the power to discriminate between the eternal and noneternal as his understanding grows and as he advances along the path. The power of discrimination dawns within us as we gain proper understanding and as we mature. As we learn how to evaluate life’s experiences in the proper manner, we automatically begin to use our discriminative intelligence. It is an inner blossoming that takes place—like a bud opening up. It is part of a slow but steady process.

There is a divine message hidden behind every experience life brings you—both the positive and negative experiences. Just penetrate beneath the surface and you will receive the message. Nothing comes from outside; everything is within you. The whole universe is within you.

There will be many temptations and challenges along the way. Only an experienced person can help you. The way to moksha is very subtle, and it is easy for a spiritual aspirant to become deluded.

WIE: What is the role of the spiritual master in guiding the seeker on the path to moksha or liberation?

MA: If you want to learn how to drive, you need to be taught by an experienced driver. A child needs to be taught how to tie his shoelaces. And how can you learn mathematics without a teacher? Even a pickpocket needs a teacher to teach him the art of stealing. If teachers are indispensable in ordinary life, wouldn’t we need a teacher even more on the spiritual path, which is so extremely subtle?

Though that subtle knowledge is our true nature, we have been identified with the world of names and forms for so long, thinking them to be real. We now need to cease that identification. But in reality, there is nothing to teach. A master simply helps you to complete the journey.

If you want to go to a distant place, you may want to buy a map. But no matter how well you study the map, if you are heading toward a totally strange land, an unknown place, you won’t know anything about that place until you actually arrive. Nor will the map tell you much about the journey itself, about the ups and downs of the road and the possible dangers on the way. It is therefore better to receive guidance from someone who has completed the journey, someone who knows the way from his or her own experience.

On the spiritual journey, we have to really listen to and then contemplate what the master says. We have to be humble in order to receive. When we really listen and then sincerely contemplate, we will assimilate the teachings properly.

WIE: Why is submission to a guru said to be so important in helping the disciple transcend the ego?

MA: The seat of the ego is the mind. Any other obstacle can be removed by using the mind except the ego, because the ego is subtler than the mind. It is only through obedience to the one who is established in that supreme experience that one can conquer the ego.

WIE: You didn’t have an external guru, yet you completely transcended your ego. It seems you depended on the formless as your guru to take you all the way.

MA:
 Yes, you could say that. But Amma considered the whole of creation to be her guru.

WIE:
 Is perfect obedience to the guru ultimately the same as ego death?

MA: Yes. That is why the satguru [realized spiritual master] is depicted in the Kathopanishad as Yama, the lord of death. The death of the disciple’s ego can take place only with the help of asatguru.

Obedience isn’t something that can be forced on the disciple. The disciple is tremendously inspired by the master, who is an embodiment of humility. Obedience and humility simply happen in a true master’s presence.

WIE: It takes rare courage to face ego death.

MA: Yes, very few can do it. If you have the courage and determination to knock at the door of death, you will find that there is no death. For even death, or the death of the ego, is an illusion.

WIE: There have been some very powerful spiritual teachers who seem to have been driven by the impure motives of the ego. Do you think that spiritual experiences could at times empower the ego rather than destroy it?

MA: Amma doesn’t agree that those teachers to whom you are referring are realized. A Self-realized master is completely independent. Such beings don’t have to depend on anything external for their happiness because they are full of bliss, which they derive from within their own Atman. Amma would say that everyone forms part of a crowd, except the realized masters. In fact, except for those rare souls, there are no individuals. Only one who is realized is uniquely individual and totally independent of the crowd. Only such a soul is alone in the world of bliss.

True spiritual masters have to set an example through their actions and their lives. Those who abuse their position and power, taking advantage of others, obviously do not derive all their happiness and contentment from within themselves, and so they cannot be realized masters. Why would a realized master crave adulation or power? Those who do are still under the grip of the ego. They may claim to be realized, but they are not. A perfect master doesn’t claim anything. He simply is—he is presence.

Until the moment before realization takes place, a person is not safe from the temptations of his or her desires.

WIE: So would you say that people like this have become more proud as a result of having had spiritual experiences? Can spiritual experiences at times strengthen the ego in a negative way?

MA: The people to whom this happens are deluded, and they confuse others as well. They will actually push others into delusion. Some people gain a glimpse of something, or have a spiritual experience, and then think they have attained moksha. Only someone who is not realized will think, “I am spiritual, I am realized,” and this will create a strong, subtle ego. A subtle ego is more dangerous than a gross ego. Even the individuals themselves won’t understand that the subtle ego is leading or motivating them, and this subtle ego will become part of their nature. Such people will do anything for name and fame.

Amma also feels that this kind of pride makes people lose their capacity to listen. And listening is extremely important on the spiritual path. A person who does not listen cannot be humble. And it is only when we are truly humble that the already existing pure Consciousness will be unfolded within us. Only one who is humbler than the humblest can be considered greater than the greatest.

WIE: Since it is possible for spiritual experiences to feed the ego, is it necessary to cultivate purity first?

MA: There is no need to get obsessed with purity. Focus on your dharma, performing it with the right attitude and with love. Then purity will follow.

WIE: What is dharma, in the way you are using it?

MA: Dharma is the right action in the right place at the right time.

WIE: How can one know what one’s dharma is?

MA:
 By loving life with the right attitude and having the right understanding, we will know what the right thing to do is. And then, if we perform our dharma, purity will come.

WIE: How do you cultivate that kind of love?

MA:
 Love isn’t something that can be cultivated—it’s already within us in all its fullness. Life cannot exist without love; they are inseparable. Life and love are not two; they are one and the same. A little bit of the proper channeling of your energies will awaken the love within you.

You need to have a strong intent to reach the goal of liberation; you need to be focused on that goal. Then such qualities as love, patience, enthusiasm and optimism will spring forth within you. These qualities will work to help you attain your goal.

WIE: You are revered by so many as the embodiment of unconditional love, and you literally hug everyone who comes to see you. But I have heard that you can also be very fierce with your students. How do these two very different methods of teaching go together?

MA: For Amma there are not two different methods; Amma has only one method, and that is love. That love manifests as patience and compassion. However, if a deer comes and eats the tender flower buds in your garden, you cannot be gentle with the deer and say softly, “Please deer, don’t eat the flowers.” You have to shout at it and even wave a stick. It is sometimes necessary to show this type of mood in order to correct the disciple. Kali is the compassionate mother in her disciplining mood. But look into her eyes—there is no anger there.

Amma only disciplines those who have chosen to stay close to her, and she only does this when they are ready to be disciplined. A disciple is one who is willing to be disciplined. The guru first binds the disciple with boundless, unconditional love so that when the disciple eventually is disciplined, he or she is aware of the presence of that love in all situations.

Amma helps her children to always be aware and alert. Love has many aspects. When Amma disciplines her children, she does this with the sole purpose of guiding them along the path to help them to fully blossom. This blossoming will happen only if a conducive atmosphere is created. It can never be forced. A true master does not force his or her disciples because pure consciousness cannot force anything. The master is like space, like the boundless sky, and space cannot hurt you. Only the ego can force and hurt. Amma will patiently continue to create opportunities for that inner opening, that blossoming, to take place within her children.

The guru-disciple relationship is the highest. The bond of love between the guru and shishya [disciple] is so powerful that one may sometimes feel there is no guru and no shishya—all sense of separation disappears.

WIE: What do you do when the ego takes hold of one of your disciples?

MA: Amma lovingly helps her children to realize the danger of being under the grip of the ego, and she shows them how to get out of it.

WIE: Some Western psychotherapists and spiritual teachers believe that we must develop strong egos before we seek ego transcendence. They say that most of us have weak or wounded egos as a result of the emotional and psychological traumas that we have suffered over the course of our lives, and they advocate various forms of therapy to help us build up our character, ego and sense of individuality. You had quite a difficult childhood; you had to bear harsh treatment and even physical abuse, and yet you transcended your ego completely. Would you agree with these teachers that in the pursuit of enlightenment, we first need to build up the ego before we endeavor to transcend it?

MA: Most people are deeply wounded within in some way, and those wounds have been caused by the past. Those wounds usually remain unhealed. They are wounds not only from this life but from previous lives as well, and no doctor or psychologist can heal them. A doctor or psychologist can help people to cope with life to a certain extent, in spite of those wounds, but they cannot actually heal them. They cannot penetrate deeply enough into their own minds to remove their own wounds, let alone penetrate deeply enough into the patient’s mind. Only a true master, who is completely free from any limitations and who is beyond the mind, can penetrate into a person’s mind and treat all those unhealed wounds with his or her infinite energy. Spiritual life, especially under the guidance of a satguru, does not weaken the psyche; it strengthens it.

The ultimate cause of all emotional wounds is our separation from the Atman, from our true nature. It may be necessary for a person to go to a psychologist, and that is fine—but to put spirituality aside in order to first strengthen the ego is to perpetuate that sense of separation, and it will only lead to further suffering. What is the use in thinking, “I will go to the doctor as soon as I feel better”? To wait for either the inner or outer circumstances to be “just right” before we embark on the spiritual journey is like standing on the seashore waiting for the waves to completely subside before we jump into the ocean. This will never happen. Every moment of life is so utterly precious, such a rare opportunity. We should not waste it.

Sri Guru Raghavendra Swamy (Tamil: ஸ்ரீ ராகவேந்திர சுவாமிகள் Telugu: శ్రీ గురు రాఘవేంద్ర స్వామి ,Kannada: ಶ್ರೀ ಗುರು ರಾಘವೇಂದ್ರ ಸ್ವಾಮೀ) (1595–1671) is a respected 16th century Hindu saint who advocated Vaishnavism (worship of Vishnu as the supreme God) and SriMadhvacharya‘s Dvaita philosophy.

He was born in Bhuvanagiri in Tamil Nadu and ascended Brindavana at Mantralayam in present day Andhra Pradesh in 1671.

His Brindavanam in Mantralayam situated in Andhra Pradesh, India is a pilgrimage destination.

Hey! He has a website! Not bad for someone 350 years old.

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Written records do not exist that can reliably be attributed to Raghavendra Swamy.  The selection below is believed by devotees to be the final words spoken to his followers.

A few minutes were left to Rayaru to enter the Brindavana, Rayaru seeing the devotees, smiling raised the hands and blessed them. Looked at the devotees with immense affection and love. Rayaru offered the Padukas to Sri Yogeendrateertharu and asked him to continue the Mutt in the same traditional style:Paatha,Pravachana, Grantha Rachana and Bhakta’s Uddhaara.

Dear Devotees the day has come that I have to disappear from your sight. From tomorrow you cannot see me like this. At the sametime I am not giving up my body(Deha Tyaaga), I will not be away from my body and at the same time I am obeying the Sankalpa of Sri Hari and the prerana of Sri Vayudevaru, so entering the Brindavana today Sa Shareera and stay there for sevenhundred years to Bless the Devotees of the world. As per the order of Sri Hari and Sri Vayudevaru and the opinion of the great Yatis to whom I respect and regard them as guru. They will be always blessing me while sitting in the Brindavana. Do not feel sorry that I am disappearing from your vision.As per the sankalpa of Sri Hari and the blessings of Praanadevaru I will be quite comfortable in the Neela Brindavana. Devotees I assure you that Sri Hari is too kind towards me that Sri Hari will take care of me in the Neela Brindavana when I will be inside with yoga. Do not feel agony. I

am with you always here in M,antralaya. When ever you call me I will immediately listen and solve your problems whether it is small or big. The Brindavana stones are very sacred and most holy.

My successor Sri Yogeendrateertharu will look after the Mutt Vidya Mutt and the same tradition of Paatha Pravachana Grantha Rachana Bhakta’s Uddhaara will be continued. You all have to obey him as you were regarding and respecting towards me. The Punya will be distributed to the devotees by the Anugraha of Sri Hari. Do not feel sorry for my absence. I will be in Mantralaya Neela Brindavana. Sri Narasimhadevaru, Rama, Krishna, Vedavyasadevaru, Jeevottama Vayudevaru’s have ordered me to stay at this Brindavana in the Mantralaya for the uddhaara of the devotees. Mantralaya will be the most sacred place Pavitra Yaatra Sthhala Devotees will acquire all the required chaturvidha purushaartha. Not only Indian devotees, but also the devotees of the world who are living across the sea. My Sri Hari is sarvaswa for me, Sri Hari has provided broad outlook, universal affection to all.

Devotees respect and regard the Vedas,upanishadas,Geeta, Brahmasutra and the philosophy of our Sri SriMadacharyaru. Our Culture, universal mankind always throbs for the welfare of all the chetanas, jeevas as per their ability and nature. We have to worship SriManNarayana.He is the only God who can free from all these births and deaths and impart Moksha to us:

NarayanosowParamoVichintayahaMumukhshubhiKaramaPaashaadmushmaat.

Our divine shruti says this.Sri Hari is the only God to bestow permanent happiness i. e. Moksha.

Sri Hari has to Bless all of us, so I am entering Brindavana sitting with padmaasana in the japa of Sri Hari always. So I am concluding my avatara today on this shraavana bahula bidige. From this day onwards till seven hundred years I will be in the Brindavana as per the adesha of Sri Hari. The accumulated punya and the punya acquired in the japa in the Brindavana is completely reserved for all the devotees of the world, irrespective of caste, creed, religion and nation.

Dear Devotees, please do not have hatred towards other religions and sects. Other caste people they may offer the Naivedya in their own way and style. But our Sri Hari will accept the things which are dear to him in his own form of purity and sanctity. Sri Hari is the only God who can impart Moksha to the able jeevas.Shruti is describing that Sarvottama Sri Hari Narayana is the only God to relieve us from all the sorrows and miseries and take us to Permanent happiness i. e. Moksha:

Narayanosow Paramo Vichintyaha Mumkshubhihi KarmaPaashad Mushmaat.

Devotees in order to fulfill the will and the Desire of Sri Hari, today I am concluding my avatara and stay in the Brindavana for seven hundred years and always engage myself in the Japa of Sri Hari. For this noble task I am entering Brindavana Sa Shareera. As per the Manudharma love and respect your own religious formalities and the traditions with unalterable faith and devotion .Live with peace and harmony. Be kind and courteous to others feelings and ideas. Do not hurt the feelings of others. Don’t be proud, be away from egoism. Think about others act softly, be selfless, polite and kind. We are all the servants of Sri Hari. Always speak true, Universal affection and love of mankind one should have in his life. Respect and regard the elders Stottamaru and Swaottamaru. Repentance feeling one should have when ever he does some mistakes. Be kind towards all the living animals, creatures, maintain good character and always be in touch

of noble philosophy of Sri Madhwacharya which inculcates the real values of life and become a reader of Sadgranthas. Though I enter Brindavana the Granthas of Sri Madacharya,The Teekas of Malkheda Sri Jaiteertharu and the granthas composed by me are all here, read them, follow them and act accordingly.

Dear Devotees today I wish to say that Strong faith belief and devotion towards Sri Hari is the only way to liberate from all the sorrows and worries. Sri Hari is the only omnipotent and omniscient who can impart Chaturvidha Purushaartha to us.

YOU ALL MUST LEAD A HAPPY LIFE THAT IS THE ONLY INTENTION FOR THIS I AM GOING TO BE HERE IN THE NEELA BRINDAVANA FOR A LONG JAPA OF SRI HARI:

Samaayaat Samaayaat Purushaarthhino Janaaha SamaashrayadhvamasmachreeHrutpadmasthalam Ramaapatim

Devotees you are all desirous of Dharma Artha Kaama Moksha, So pray him,worship him, Ramaapati Laxmipati Sri ManNarayana is in my heart. You will really acquire all the good things in your lifetime.

SARVAE JANAAHA SUKHINO BHAVANTU SAMASTU SANMANGALAANI BHAVANTU.

So Mantralaya Sri Raghavendrateertharu with great concern and affection addressed in Mantralaya to the gathered mass on that day of Shraavana Bahula Dwiteeya. With smile raised his hands towards the devotees Blessed and gave Abhaya to all.

Then Rayaru climbed the steps of Garbhaalaya one by one while entered the 6×6 square Antarguha, Rayaru holding the hand to Sri Yogeendrateertharu, bade farewell with a smile. spread the krishnajina sat in Padmaasana with Danda Kamandalu and Japamaala. At that moment there are no words to describe shining face of Rayaru with Divine Bliss. Completely involved in the world of Sri Moola Rama,Narahari,Rama,Krishna, Vedavyasa and egaged in the JAPA : OM OM OM OM OM OM holding the Japamaala in the hand. All took the Divya Darshana of Gururayaru. The Omkaara filled the whole universe at that time. Devotees with emotion cried with loud voice:

From now on wards we cannot see you,you will be in this Brindavana, this is your last Darshana:

GURUSARVABHOUMA DAYAAGHANA BHAKTAVATSALA KALIYUGA KAMADHENU KALPAVRUKSHA NAMO NAMO

This from Hindupedia:

Sant Dariya was born in Vikram era 1691(1634A.D.) on Sunday in Ashwin month at Dharkandha in Rohtas District of Bihar (India).He was brought up and remained at that place for most of his life. It is said that the ancestral place of the Saint is Rajpur which is at a distance of 10 miles from Dhakandha,the maternal place of the Saint.Dharkandha is situated at a distance of about 52 miles from Arrah and about 6 miles from Suryapura.

Sant descended on the scene when the Mughal Empire was on decline and the British were consolidating their feet.There was absence of a powerful central Govenrnment which resulted in termoil in the society.Public was on the whims and mercy of the then local rulers and suffering immensely.Marathas power was on ascendance in the west.There was moral degradation all around and people were looking for a savior. The savior appeared on the scene in Sant Dariya.

He wrote many poems- here are some examples:

Who can describe the Source of the universe
by Dariya
(1634 - 1780)
English version by
K. N. Upadhyaya

Who can describe the Source of the universe,
Containing this world, the underworld and clusters
 of galaxies manifested in higher regions?
The One whose luster, like a luminous gem,
 illumines the universe,
Which poet can comprehend and follow
 the pattern of His manifestations?

It is the Merciful Lord
 who bestowed His grace on me,
And I could see the glory
 of His entire manifestations.
The play of love of the Limitless Primal Being,
 I did see in entirety.
This is an inaccessible and unfathomable Divine Wonder,
How can any poet give its description?

You Have Nothing to Worry About

by Dariya

(1634 – 1780) Timeline

English version by

K. N. Upadhyaya

You have nothing to worry about.

Be free from worries,

And remain immersed in love for the Beloved.

He shall take you across the ocean of the world,

If you seek support of his boat sailing in this ocean.

No amulet, charm, yogic practice

or other holy repetition is of any avail.

Only he provides the technique which destroys sins,

and removes vices from the heart.

By seeing and reflecting within your heart,

says Daria,

You will be freed from all ills

Just by kindling the wick of Nam

with the Satguru’s lamp.

Without love there can be no devotion and wisdom (from Love Chapter)

By Dariya

(1634 – 1780) Timeline

English version by
K.N. Upadhyaya


Without love there can be no devotion and wisdom.
With love arisen, they can be experienced
with the 
Satguru‘s grace.
With intensification of love, one comes in contact
with the True Sound,
And like a lotus in water, abides in its peace and bliss.

When love and endearment are firmly engrained,
One attains the elixir of Nam, and enjoys its bliss.
Being firmly entrenched in love and endearment,
And being well-steeped in devotion,
one obtains the true love.

Have love for the lotus feet of the Satguru, 0 wise men.
This life is short.
Give up needlessly extended discussions.

With love and wisdom arisen,
One moves with detachment in the world.
He who finds a Satguru,
Has the true recognition of the path, says Dariya.

So long as the lover is not immersed in love,
His sins and evil thoughts are not washed off.
If one’s attention is not absorbed in the inner sky,
How can he see the wondrous inner sights?

So long as the intense longing for the Beloved
does not arise,
And the heart is not filled with love;
The spiritual goal cannot be attained
By mere observance of religious practices,
vows and rituals.

Whatever be the bulk of one’s charity and virtuous deeds,
One can find no foothold anywhere without devotion.

Have firm faith in love and devotion.
Love is the essence of spiritual truth.
Reflect on this saying of the Saints,
By this alone, one is saved from the ocean of the world.

Without love, one goes to the abode of Yama,
But being endowed with love, one attains the immortal fruit.

Blessed is the eye which is permeated with love.
Without love it is like a pebble or stone.
Like a gardener without a garden,
the eye remains empty without love.
What is the state of a human being without love?
He is like one who is denied all delicacies,
and whose mouth is filled only with dust.
Without love one does not find the flow
of the Sound Current.
But when the flower of love blossoms,
its fragrance is praised by all.

Many are the paths prevalent in this world
Knowing the proper wisdom, work out your own salvation.
He who obtains a wise and discriminating Saint,
Recognizes the path of salvation.

The technique of love is truly the root of spirituality.
Follow this technique as imparted by the Master.
When with his grace the inner lamp is lighted,
The true Nam, the support of all, comes to sight.

Just as the lotus resides in water,
It does not come to bloom by water.
Only when the light of the sun appears,
Does the lotus open its petals,
As the contemplative (inner) eye opens to see.

The spiritual lotus likewise resides in the human body
which is like a pond.
Its sustaining water is close to the lotus.
But only when love for the Satguru arises,
Does the inner lotus bloom,
And one becomes a devotee of the Lord’s holy feet.

Without love, there is no spiritual path.
The path lives in love.

With intensification of love, one comes in contact
with the True Sound,
And like a lotus in water, abides in its peace and bliss.

When love and endearment are firmly engrained,
One attains the elixir of Nam, and enjoys its bliss.
Being firmly entrenched in love and endearment,
And being well-steeped in devotion,
one obtains the true love.

Without love one does not find the flow
of the Sound Current.
But when the flower of love blossoms,
its fragrance is praised by all.

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Letter from Actual Sanity

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An Unusual Love Letter To The World, Or Whoever May Happen To Read It

Anonymous Author, USA, 2010.

PLEASE NOTE: This letter has been written in a special way. It contains difficult but necessary truths. Some people may feel uncomfortable or upset while reading the first half of the letter, but it is important to keep reading until you reach the second half.

When you get there, you will understand why the first part needs to exist. Please do not be upset or afraid. That is just your ego reacting the way all egos do. Merely observe the negative feelings and let them pass. This letter has been written to help you.

Dear YOU,

Straight away, before anything else, I want you to understand that what you are about to read is a love letter, written because I love you. In fact, it’s very possible that I love you even more than you love yourself, which is why I’m writing to you today.

It’s also why I’m going to tell you some things that might be hard to hear. In fact, they WILL be hard to hear. The first thing I’m going to tell you might hurt worst of all.

YOU, my dear beloved creature, are INSANE. Not just a little insane, in the way you think of the people you may know who are diagnosed with “depression” or ‘bipolar disorder” or what have you. Your insanity isn’t something so easily treated with a pill or a visit to a therapist. I wish it were.

Your insanity is systemic, very nearly universal, and absolutely incurable from within the system that sustains it. Every “professional” you might go to for help is as crazy as you are. Get that straight right here and right now. Your insanity is not recognized, acknowledged, or understood by the “mental health system.” In fact, all that system can do is help you become a happier crazy person.

Yes, my dear beloved human being, you are as crazy as a shithouse rat, and there’s absolutely nothing anybody you might be have trusted to help you can do about it, because they are as insane as you are.

It’s an awful situation you are in, and because you are thoroughly insane, you don’t know how to do anything but make it worse.

Don’t get me wrong, help for your deadly condition does exist. There have been qualified doctors who have tried to help you many times, but because of your insanity, most of you have either ignored them, jailed them, and/or or tried to kill them. And those of you who did want the help they offered still weren’t able to accept it, because you’re just too crazy, thanks to the crazy world around you.

In your madness, you projected your own twisted and warped ideas onto these doctors and tried to make them into gods, villians, lords, martyrs, and damn near anything else your diseased minds could think of to transform them into something other than what they were – your brothers and sisters in humanity who recognized and shared your suffering. All they ever wanted to do was help you, because they loved you that much. They loved you more than you love yourselves, and they paid the price for it.

And how did these doctors want to help you? Without exception, they had only one prescription – to lead you back to you who you really are. In fact, you probably don’t know it, but that’s all “religion” really is and all it was ever meant to be, at least before it was hijacked by hordes of self-serving crazy people. “Religion” means “reconnection” – reconnecting with your real nature – who and what you really are. If you’re a stickler for details, like most of you crazy folks are, go ahead and look it up. That’s the root of the word “religion.”

But before your knee-jerk aversions and pre-programmed ideas kick in and cause you to flee from this page in fear of being assailed by typical proselytizing, let me assure you that I’m not here to preach religion to you – at least not in the crazy, insane sense that you understand religion. I’m not here to convert you to Jesus, Buddha, Flying Spaghetti Monster, or the fencepost. Don’t be scared. I care about your freedom of conscience as a sentient being and I wouldn’t do that to you. Only crazy people are into the whole concept of conversion, because it’s totally insane.

Instead, what I’m here to do is guide you toward the very same medicine those “doctors” I mentioned tried to prescribe for you (with the possible humorous exception of the Flying Spaghetti Monster). But please pay attention – I’m not here to tell you about what you might already THINK those guys taught. It’s a very safe bet that you really don’t have a clue what they actually taught, because the only source of information you have about them is the insane distortions and misunderstandings projected onto them by your fellow crazy people.

So, who the hell am I, anyway? Because I know you much better than you know yourself (just like all sane people understand crazy people better than crazy people understand themselves), I know that’s what you’re probably wondering right about now. What’s my whole deal and what right do I have to talk to you like this? In addition, you’re probably starting to strongly suspect that I’m the crazy one, not you. All the signs are there – or at least all the signs your fellow crazy people have taught you to help you detect people who are actually sane and label them nuts. You see, that’s the whole game – that’s how your insanity maintains itself. You label the people who are actually sane as crazy. It’s so simple that you couldn’t call it rocket science, and yet it’s also diabolically brilliant. And, just in case you care, it’s also progressively killing your whole so-called “civilization” deader than a doornail.

But enough about that right now. By the end of this letter, you’ll either see it or you won’t. As for me, my “personal identity” is not important. Don’t bother trying to discover it, as I’ll deny it even if you happen to guess right. The only purpose of knowing “who I am” in terms of my mundane life in this crazy world would be to check me out and get my “bonafides” in order to figure out if I’m qualified to be talking to you like this. Well, let me tell you straight off, I have no “bonafides” whatsoever in your crazy society. I have no degrees attesting to my ability to pass crazy tests designed by crazy people. I have no insane titles – academic, religious, psychological, or otherwise – to indicate my exceptional achievement in jumping through misguided hoops devised by an insane world. Why on Earth would I choose to spend a single minute pursuing any such thing? Can you tell me? Think about it for a moment or two, and then let’s move on.

Now that that’s out of the way, let me tell you my *actual* bonafides – the actual things that qualify me to write you this rather unusual love letter. Firstly, and most importantly, I care about you. I’ve said it several times already, but it bears repeating. Because you are insane, you don’t understand actual love in the slightest and have to be continually reminded that it isn’t the sentimental nonsense you’re trained to expect from romantic comedies and Hallmark cards, nor is it the self-serving lies you are told by politicians, world leaders, or celebrities of any kind. I’m writing to you today because you are in a life-threatening state of emergency. Your mind is occupied by a deadly, world-killing insanity and I want to help you cure yourself of it. It’s just that simple. I’m no god, guru, lord, master, or martyr. I’m simply an unusual kind of doctor, if you will – one who is not licensed to practice in any state or municipailty in the world other than the hearts and minds of those who sense that something is dreadfully wrong. And those are the only places I need to practice.

Secondly, I’m qualified to talk to you this way because I’ve spent far more time and energy figuring out how to be sane than most of you have spent doing anything in your entire lives. While you were wasting time at your insane, world-killing jobs, schools, and churches (sorry, but it’s true), I was working hard every day, all day, 7 days a week trying to figure out how not to be as crazy as you are. I did this for 15 years. That’s 15 long, hard years, trudging through 10 miles of psychological snow every day, uphill both ways. I have given blood, sweat, and tears for a scrap of actual sanity – just a scrap. And in comparison to your crazy society, a scrap of actual sanity is like a ten-ton hammer.

And why did I do such a thankless thing? Because I care for you. I see your suffering. I see your world dying – being murdered. I see the never-ending tide of your pain and tears. I see your self-inflicted tragedy reflected in six billion hauntingly brilliant shades and colors, and because I am not insane like you are, I cannot simply stand by and watch it happen without doing anything in my power to help. I’m not a hero, a martyr, or a grandiose person by any means. I’m just a flawed, ordinary human being like yourself who, through a fortunate series of misfortunes, had the dumb luck to become distanced enough from your crazy world to get a glimpse of actual sanity. That’s the only real, significant difference between you and I. It doesn’t matter that my IQ is higher than yours (which it perhaps isn’t) or that I read better books or comb my hair backwards or smoke Camels instead of Marlboros or anything else. It only matters that I, though no fault, merit, or intention of my own, just so happened to end up living a rather different sort of life than most of you have, and therefore I have gained access to a rather different sort of perspective.

However, on the other hand, don’t take me for one of your beer buddies, because that would be just as wrong as the opposite error. Don’t doubt that after 15 years of practice, I understand every bolt and screw in your diseased minds better than most of you will ever understand yourselves, even in 100 crazy lifetimes. Believe me when I tell you that should you find yourself in my presence, it would take no more than smallest flick of my metaphorical wrist to psychologically destroy you in any way I should so choose. I’m not exceptional or special in this regard – all sane people have the very same ability. Like Jeff Goldblum’s cable TV repairman character in the movie Independence Day says to his father when asked how he managed to triangulate someone’s location electronically, “all cable guys can do it, Dad.” It’s not hard to manipulate the crazy fears and insecurities of the insane. Your “authorities” and “rulers” also know just enough about how the madness of your world works to be capable of turning your screws to destroy you for their benefit, – and guess what? That’s exactly what they do. But I don’t, because I have no interest in enslaving or exploiting you.

On the contrary – I want to free you, which is a much taller order.

Because destruction is not what I want for you, I will never stop caring about you no matter how many times you laugh in my face, belittle me, spit on me, or attempt to mistreat me in any of the ten thousand ways your insane society has taught you to marginalize and neutralize the threat of people who dare to be sane. Your attempts to turn me against you lost their power years ago. Rest assured, I’ve got training in this, because you started early with me. You tried to destroy me in your insane school system long before a hair had even thought to sprout on my chin – but I survived, recovered, and grew beyond anything you could have imagined.

Pay attention – the fact that you think this is a self-pitying “sob story” indicates just how insane and clueless you are. It is precisely the opposite. Do you want to know what fear is? Then read and understand now – you cannot stop me from caring for you. I will do everything in my power to drag you, quite possibly kicking and screaming for all you’re worth, into the light. I will do everything I can to save you from yourselves no matter how hard you fight to defend your twisted attachment to self-destruction. Through the priceless gift of over thirty years of your ceaseless opposition, you have given me that power, and I thank you for it on behalf of all those who have benefited and will benefit until the day they shove me into a pine box and I am forced by Nature herself to stop doing my own small part to free a suffering world.

Incidentally, just in case you care, Jesus and Socrates had the same love for you, and you killed them for it – exactly as they had planned and willingly allowed. In permitting you to fool yourselves into thinking you had destroyed them, they became more powerful than entire civilizations and empires. You read their words today because they did as I have done, and as all sane people must do in the face of your insanity – they allowed you to give them the gift of your ignorance and hatred. As you hated them more fiercely, so did their light shine ever-brighter, until in at last killing them, you ignited them as eternal stars in the heavens, never to die.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m nowhere near the level of of a Jesus or a Socrates. You can put away that “he’s a lunatic who thinks he’s Jesus” label you’re trying to stick on me as one of your predictable little pre-programmed defense mechanisms. Only in my dreams am I at such a level – but I don’t needto be at that level to tell you what you need to be told. A lesser degree of development will suffice just fine, because to be frank, it doesn’t take Einstein to figure out that our world, under your insane psuedo-democratic “leadership,” is in serious trouble. Heap big trouble, kemosabe.

But this letter is not about me, Jesus, Socrates, or anybody other than YOU. And that, of course, is where the tricky part comes in. You see, while I have the power to destroy what is good and beautiful, just as you do (and which you have a habit of psychotically utilizing at every opportunity), I lack the power to do the opposite. I cannot give you the gifts of sanity, love, and freedom. If I could, I would do it instantly. I would do it with such force as to imprint compassion and truth on your soul irrevocably. But I can’t. You have to freely accept the gift of sanity of your own volition, and that’s incredibly hard for you to do, because you’re so thoroughly insane.

Oh yes, you are disastrously insane. I know I’m in danger of the broken record effect, but have I reallymade that clear enough yet? Have I repeated it frequently enough for it to begin to penetrate the massive concrete bunker of crazy that is your mind, even just a little? No, probably not. But perhaps, just maybe, the utter “weirdness” of what I am saying has interested you enough to keep reading. Maybe you want to see where this whole bizarre trainwreck leads, because that’s still what it is to you, isn’t it? A bizarre trainwreck obviously written by a crazy person. Something on the order of the Unabomber or David Koresh, no doubt. You’re programmed to associate any sudden appearance of actual sanity with those caricatured, media-pimped bogeymen to make it go away. That’s okay, I don’t mind. Please go right ahead reading under the assumption that I’m a nut. I don’t blame you at all, because you have absoutely no other way to see it – at least for the time being.

Nonetheless, please understand that your world IS crazy, regardless of whether or not I am. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you are some seriously whacked-out people. You do crazy, crazy, batshit crazy and insane things and label them “normal,” “necessary,” or “justified.” Don’t you see that when you do that, you are declaring to all the world that you are crazier than a shithouse rat? You go to war and justify it as “a fact of life.” Thousands are slaughtered for the sake of absolute lies and evil motives, and you don’t bat an eyelash. That’s not “just the way life is,” it’s batshit crazy – I mean drooling, straightjacket batshit crazy. Can you imagine YOURSELF doing it? Would you REALLY fire a deadly weapon at another human being just because “your leaders” told you to? If you would, then my God, you are really crying out for the tender mercies of Nurse Ratchet.

But that’s not even the worst of it. Like a group of sugar-buzzed, frenetic children playing a massive game of “Hungry, Hungry Hippos,” you view life as a contest, a race, or a competition to control as large a share of the world’s resources as you can get your hands on in the 80 trifling years you have on Earth – and you don’t see a damn thing wrong with that, even as your brothers and sisters in humankind starve and die because of it. In fact, you celebrate this madness, preach about its “necessity” and “morality,” and assure the world that “there is no alternative.” That is murderously, shockingly, abysmally crazy. It is among the craziest things that any intelligence could concieve of. Even God Himself would have considerable difficulty devising a more insane world than yours – the very same one you are trained to think of as “normal.”

You are killing yourselves. And in reality, it is worse than that – you are murdering yourselves, and murdering as much of this beautiful, irreplaceable planet as you can manage to take down with you. But, being blindingly insane, you certainly don’t stop at homicide and terracide (the murder of planet Earth). That wouldn’t be nearly enough to satisfy your psychotic thirst for destruction. It isn’t just that you kill, rape, enslave, and destroy in the name of “war,” “politics,” economics,” “religion,” “truth,” or a thousand other distorted self-serving fictions and fantasies. Merely doing that would mean that there would be some period of your lives in which you were not behaving insanely, and that simply won’t do. Your virulent madness will settle for nothing less than complete domination of the entire human experience, lock, stock, and barrel, 24/7/365.

And so, you enslave yourselves. You sell yourselves to the highest bidder. Without so much as a twinge of conscience, you shamelessly piss away your ONLY two God-given (or Nature-given, if you prefer) resources in this life – your precious time, and your precious energy. And let me assure you, my dear insane friends, these are not resources which you have in great supply. You’ve been told over and over that your lives are short and your energies are limited, but you don’t really believe it, because you are completely in denial. You behave with unbelievable recklessness, acting as if you had unlimited amounts of time and energy to waste on utter trivialities, traps, distractions, mental prisons, and every other kind of insane, diabolical pitfall your fellow crazy people expect you to spend your whole life falling into. And before you can say “Orville Redenbacher,” whammo, right out of the clear blue sky and much to your total surprise, you are going to be out of time and wake up dead – but not before realizing at the last minute the enormous true value of what you wasted and threw away.

But hey, I could go on and on (and trust me, I really could), but you get the idea by now – even if you refuse to accept it because of the insane brainwashing you’ve been callously and cynically subjected to every day of your life right up to this moment. So let’s cut to the chase, right? Well, here it is on a silver platter:

Pitiably, regrettably, and disastrously, your insanity almost always prevents you from realizing that all you have to do in life is love each other. That’s it. Nothing less, nothing more. That is the ONLY thing that determines whether or not you are “successful” as a human being. Do you understand? All you have to do is really give a damn about your neighbor and act like it. I mean really care, in the same way you care about yourselves. You’ve been told this before, but your insanity ensures that it is the LAST thing you really want to do. You’ll go to any lengths to avoid taking it seriously. You’ll move Heaven and Earth – literally – to run away from it.

Because of this, you’re destroying yourselves and taking everybody on Spaceship Earth down with you. Sorry to beat a dead horse, but you’re crazy – homicidally crazy – and you’re killing yourselves along with your brothers and sisters. Worst of all, barely one man or woman in ten thousand even has the small scrap of actual sanity needed to suggest that maybe you ought to cut it out. You are well and truly screwed, and had better start considering the possibility of paying attention to what I’m saying here very quickly. Like yesterday, or last week. You have no time to waste, because even if you don’t value your own time and energy, rest assured that I do. What this means is that I am an extremely limited resource. There aren’t very many like me in the world (especially since you’ve worked so hard to erase us all from existence) and your chances of even encountering this message to begin with are extremely slim – but somehow you did anyway. And do you know what that means?

It means that congratulations are in order, because you have just won the lottery. Not the money lottery, of course, which would only entrench you in your insanity even further. If you’ll kindly allow me a slight (but relevant) tangent, it bears noting that your love of money is perhaps the clearest sign of your tremendous sickness. If you had any actual sanity at all, you would hate and despise money beyond belief. I know that statement just pegged the needle on the handy-dandy “crazy meter” you’ve been programmed to use to defend yourself from the dangerous influence of people like me, but just for kicks, why not consider it anyway? You think of yourself as a freethinking person, right? It won’t kill you to entertain an idea, will it? Just turn it over in your head, if you have the cajones. As a thought experiment and nothing more, take a minute or two to play with the idea of actually hating and despising money. It feels completely bizarre, foreign, and crazy to you, doesn’t it? Guess what. That’s because you are thoroughly insane.

There, that was good practice, and if you’re still reading, I’ll assume it didn’t kill you. Give yourself a round of applause, but don’t get too carried away. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Money, war, and selfishness are only three of the countless sick, twisted, insane, and evil ideas you believe are “necessary facts of life,” but they are perhaps the three finest examples of how deep your craziness runs. Why did I mention selfishness, you may be wondering? Isn’t the acceptance of selfishness so well-ingrained in modern thinking as to stand beyond question? Haven’t you, for thousands of years collectively and decades individually, heard and been comforted and justified by continual rationalizations of selfishness, its basis as the foundation of human nature, its necessity, and even its virtue? Of course you have, because you are part of a ravaging horde of crazy people trying to convince each other how real and wonderful your twisted and destructive delusions are. That’s the gist of it in a nutshell. A nutty nutshell.

Enough beating around the bush. If I spend any more time trying to convince you of how insane your world is, I think we’ll both get a migraine. Besides, that’s not even the worst of it, at least from your perspective. Here is the reality, which I promise that you will NOT be able to accept without extreme difficulty. Get your blindfolds ready, because this is going to hit far harder than what I’ve written so far, and cut far deeper. It’s far more frightening and offensive to your diseased minds than an eternity of calling you “crazy” and “insane” would be. That, you can handle (because you’re used to abuse, given that your whole society is based on it) – but what I’m about to tell you, you can’t handle. You’ve proven it over and over for thousands of years. In fact, I’ve only been calling you crazy and insane to prepare you for the REAL awful truth – and here it is:

YOU are a beautiful, inherently powerful, irreplaceable, unique and wonderful being of infinite worth and value.

Yeah, YOU. The frustrated, depressed middle manager who has already sold away well over half your precious time and energy to the highest bidder only to have life hand you one shit sandwich after another for your trouble. As you lift a drink to your mouth to wash away the pain of your empty existence, know this and at last have hope:

YOU are a beautiful, inherently powerful, irreplaceable, unique and wonderful being of infinite worth and value.

Yeah, YOU. The kid in school who is picked on continuously, to the point that you’ve given up on life. As you contemplate suicide and consider the unspeakable act of depriving the world of your irreplaceable presence and all the good you will someday do thanks to the gift of your painful origins, know this and understand:

YOU are a beautiful, inherently powerful, irreplaceable, unique and wonderful being of infinite worth and value.

Yeah, YOU. Whoever you are, whatever you’ve done with your life up to this very moment (even if all you’ve ever done is piss it away), and whichever one of the 6 billion unique and irreplaceable facets of human life on this Earth you might happen to be, know this for a fact and feel its truth in your heart – perhaps for the very first time:

YOU are a beautiful, inherently powerful, irreplaceable, unique and wonderful being of infinite worth and value.

And that’s the truth you’ll never, ever be told by the insane world that wants to use fear and self-loathing to control you, just as they have done all your life so far. Understand me clearly – this isn’t about “self-esteem” or some slick self-help nonsense peddled on Oprah’s book club. This is about the fact that your incredibly unlikely, miraculous existence is the cold, hard, factual result of a universal process that extends all the way back to Big Bang, the divine moment of creation, the Garden of Eden, or whatever story of creation you happen to prefer. Whether you were created by God, Nature, random quantum fluctuations, or the Noodly Appendage of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the simple fact that YOU are here is a miracle. That’s not New Age nonsense, it’s the very reality of your whole being. I don’t care who you are, what you look like, how much money you make, or what anybody else thinks of you – if anything in this endless Universe is a miracle, then you are a miracle. Learn it, love it, and start acting like it.

People of the world, or at least the few who will ever have the opportunity to read this letter, please – listen. Listen for any reason you like, even if only to ridicule me, use me as an example of whatever insanity you want to project onto me, to try to smear my words or my personality, or whatever you like, but simply listen, just for a few more brief moments. I have some special words to share with you, from a special source. I don’t care one iota if you want to call that source God, Buddha, Nature, my subconscious mind, the collective unconscious, bipolar disorder, sniffing glue, Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Allah, or whatever the hell you like. Simply trust, if only for five minutes, that there is a source beyond the ordinary experience you think of as “reality” – a source not subject to the insanity of your crazy world – and whatever it might be, it has begged and pleaded with you for all of human history simply to hear and take heed of a few simple words.

So, with no further ado…

You MUST stop all of this hatred and division. Not for me, and not only for yourselves, but for ALL LIFE. Do you understand that ALL LIFE is what you really are? No, of course you don’t, because your crazy world has denied you this knowledge – but it remains true nonetheless. Can you understand that there is NO SUCH THING as an isolated, truly “independent” being on this world or on any other in this infinite Universe? Every living thing is your brother or sister. KNOW NOW, right now, that this is not some recycled hippie New Age John Lennon “kumbaya” bullshit I’m trying to sell you. That’s how you are denied this truth in your crazy world – it is lumped into those tired old dismissive categories and swept out of your sight, never to trouble you again. But nonetheless, it remains true that not even GOD HIMSELF can alter the fact that unity and interconnection is the ACTUAL TRUTH of all existence. It’s a fact, a complete, stone cold concrete FACT, and the only fact that matters.

Phew, that was a lot of capitalized words. Please don’t get the wrong idea and imagine that I’m trying to preach to you like the self-serving spiritual salesmen do, convince you to believe anything through bullshit sophistry, or bully you into accepting anything that isn’t already present in your own heart. I cannot do that, even if I wanted to! Not even God, Nature, or David Hasselhoff has that power, much less a mere mortal such as myself.

Instead, what I am trying to do is LOVE you. Do you understand that? Have you ever actually been loved – really loved – in your whole crazy, manipulated, pre-packaged life? Perhaps you’ve been exposed to so much blithering insanity disguised as “love” that I am the first person to ever really show you what the real thing looks like. Think of what that would mean. If you don’t now understand in your heart of hearts how crazy your whole world is – when perhaps the one of the only examples of real love you’ve ever known is coming into your life through a random internet web page – then perhaps I cannot help you – but I will keep trying anyway.

Look, I’m not above begging, if that’s what it takes. Please, please stop hurting yourselves and everyone else. Stop all of this killing, exploiting, enslaving, and self-serving blindness. It’s not “necessary,” it’s not “just the way life is,” and there ARE alternatives – an infinite number of alternatives, or at least as many as six billion free and sane human minds can come up with. Your insistence on imagining that utter self-destruction and planet-wide injustice is “just the way things have to be” is so painful. Just in case you’re interested in history, please understand that it has torn the heart and soul out of every indigenous culture you have crushed under its heel. There is a reason so many Native Americans sit around on the reservation and drink their lives away – and it ain’t what you might think it is. It’s not their “laziness,” “lack of education,” “unemployment,” or anything else of that nature. It is the pain of having a sane world stolen from them and replaced with an insane one.

This world has been called a “vale of tears,” and it certainly is – but only because you refuse to stop hurting yourselves and everyone else. Doctor after doctor has tried to cure you of your madness without success, and they have done so *fully knowing* that most people would offer them nothing but a piping hot shit sandwich for their trouble. My efforts will be (and have been) received no differently for the most part, but at least perhaps I can plant a seed in a few rare open hearts.

 

Take this fragile little seed of compassion as my gift to you. Do with it what you will. Throw it out the window into the trash heap ten minutes from now if you must – but just for now, right at this moment and with no thought of the future, take the seed, just because you can. Don’t be afraid. It has taken a few of us “doctors” thousands of years to produce it at the cost of sacrificing everything. We have bled for it, died for it, submitted ourselves to every kind of degradation, rejection, and humiliation for it, worn rags for it, starved for it, and willingly accepted every kind of abuse for it – for no other purpose than to pass it on to YOU. But don’t pity us, because we knew what we were doing and we did it willingly. Take the little seed we’ve made for you, just for a single moment, as our free gift. You don’t have to say a prayer, bow to anyone, go to any church, join any movement, or do anything besides open your heart just a tiny bit and allow the little seed to take root. That’s it. No strings attached, no shipping and handling, no gimmicks. In the words of Huey Louis and the News, “you don’t need money, don’t need fame. Don’t need no credit card to ride this train.”

The rest is just a matter of staying out of the way of your own heart. The seed will grow as grass grows – without effort and without struggle – as long as you simply let it be.

Let the seed grow, and as begins to flower into a mighty oak, begin to understand that you must no longer sell your precious time and energy to the highest bidder. You must no longer waste your resources on things as meaningless as the insane world’s ideas of “status” and “success.” Chasing after those things is a virulent form of insanity that is killing the world, and you have chosen to become sane instead.

Let the seed grow, and as it sinks its strong roots into the fertile soil that is the interconnection and brotherhood of all beings, understand that you must no longer submit to those insane ideas and forces which seek to replace your infinite value and beauty with a false sense of lack. You lack nothing. Whatever belongs to the Universe belongs to you, as your absolute inalienable birthright. If you are being denied any portion of that birthright, it is through no deficiency or failing of your own, but through the machinations of a destructive madness which you have chosen to no longer support. For the first time in your life, you will experience what it is like to be without constant guilt and shame, because for the first time in your life, your heart of hearts knows that you are no longer helping the insane world to kill itself.

Let the seed grow, and as its healthy green leaves turn toward the infinite sun of true Being, understand that the senseless killing, exploiting, and enslaving must end. In the sanctum of your own mind, ask the insane world around you “what part of Thou Shalt Not Kill didn’t you understand?” What part of “exploitation and slavery are wrong” don’t “normal” people get? Don’t hope for a sane answer, though. The crazy world around you is incapable of providing one, but that’s okay, because you have chosen to no longer share their delusions.

When you must kill, even a fly, make a practice of apologizing out loud with true regret – and when you do, reflect on how crazy the world would think you are if they caught you doing that. Understand that it’s not your insanity for doing so, it’s theirs for not. And then know that everything you need to do to live with compassion and actual sanity is just like apologizing to the fly. It is simply a matter of being sane enough to let the whole crazy world think you are nuts for the sake of love. Do you see how this works? Doctor Jiddu Krishnamurti (a “doctor” in the true sense) said it best – “it is no measure of sanity to be well-adjusted to an insane world.” Live with true compassion and you’ll be called a nut. Understand this, accept it, and do it anyway.

Let the seed grow in a thousand other wonderful and surprising ways, as compassion begins to flower in your heart. Never beat yourself up for anything – let the crazy world take care of beating itself up, as it always has. Don’t be afraid to get angry from time to time – no one whose heart knows genuine compassion has ever gone without knowing the burn of anger. You are angry because you care. You are angry because you love.

Most importantly, you are angry because you live in a world that is killing, enslaving, and destroying itself in a state of total self-satisfied, smug arrogance, and by God (or Darwin), you’ve had it up to here. You aren’t just a little miffed or vaguely disappointed at the sorry shape the human race is in. That’s for people who don’t care much, and don’t intend to let such small stirrings of conscience disrupt their TV time. No, that route is not open to you anymore. You already know too much, and try as you might, you can never unsee what you’ve seen in the few minutes we’ve spent together. Sorry, Charlie, but I wasn’t being completely truthful with you when I said I wouldn’t turn your psychological screws. It was a little white lie that was necessary to uproot a big black one.

If you have allowed love and compassion to take firm root in your heart, do not be surprised or dismayed that you are quite capable of becoming enraged, livid, and furious at the insanity of it all. This does not mean you are a “spiritual failure” as the phony, self-seeking “gurus” of the world would have you believe. It means precisely the opposite. You have the capacity for great anger because you have the capacity for great compassion. They are co-identical, like the Taoist concepts of yin and yang, and neither occurs without implying the co-existence of the other. Thousands of children are starving to death every day, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with the fact that you may begin to feel absolutely outraged over it. On the contrary – what’s so horribly wrong with the world is that everyone else doesn’t.

Do not reject anger or try to stifle it with feel-good platitudes, as selfish people who care only for their own happiness do. Instead, use your anger. Allow it to forge your love and compassion for a suffering world into razor-sharp weapons of unbreakable steel. Remember, as it is said, “I come not to bring peace, but a sword.” Peace cannot be won without sacrifice. The sword of compassion forged within your heart is not for striking out at others, but for mercilessly slashing away every false and destructive self-deception and every self-justifying excuse in your own mind, until all that remains is an unquenchable desire to do your small but infinitely meaningful part to ease the world’s suffering – a desire as keenly felt as a drowning man’s desire for air. Become the Bodhisattva, and find your salvation in that of the world.

When anger and frustration come, as they surely will, allow the intensity of these natural feelings to forge your true heart into a fortress that is untouchable and indestructible. Allow them to temper your determination to the point that you will NEVER, EVER stop being willing to reach out to your fellow man in a spirit of true compassion even if they nail you to a cross for it. Allow them to strengthen your resolve so that you know in your heart that not even your own worst fears, or even God Himself, can stop you from reaching out to ease the pain of a suffering world, even if it has to be dragged to the medicine kicking and screaming every step of the way. As Enigma puts it, don’t care what people say / just follow your own way. Don’t give up and lose the chance / to return to innocence. “Innocence” is simply the nature of who you really are. Know that you will do what it takes to be true to your true self. No, that isn’t a redundant or meaningless sentence. If you think it is, read it again until you understand. Read it a thousand times if you must. Whatever it takes.

Let the seed grow, and become strong and powerful, in a way the weak (who are called “strong” in the insane world) will never be able to touch. Never flatter your ego by engaging in self-serving fantasies of yourself as a martyr, but nonetheless prepare yourself to suffer every kind of degradation and abuse for the sake of passing the seed on to just one more open heart. Prepare to be considered “weak” by the “strong” of this world – those who have learned to embrace the insanity, become the craziest inmates of the crazy house, and keep the whole insane system going for their own short-sighted benefit. In the insane world, they call those people “winners,” “leaders,” “the successful,” and “role models.” Accept their rejection, condemnation, and abuse without blame. They know no better.

Let the seed grow, and even in the defining moments when you face your personal demons, learn to summon the world-changing strength to love and bless your enemies, for you know something they do not. Even in all their worldly might, they have no power against the seed you carry. Even their shriveled and petrified hearts might someday, somehow be opened to it, much to their shock and horror. No one is beyond redemption, because we all share in the same infinite source. In your “weakness,” as seen through the eyes of the insane world, lies your greatest power. By staying true to your true self and the seed (for ultimately they are one and the same), you shall overcome.

If you dare, decide right this moment to turn your life around. I’m sorry if this sounds like an “altar call,” but I honestly can’t help that. At some point, everyone has to decide which team they are going to bat for. Please understand that I don’t mean “turn your life around” in the sense of shouting “praise the lord” or doing some kind of “self-help” program or getting a better job or joining the military or attending the University of Phoenix or deciding to spend 20 minutes a day chanting “AUM.” I mean turn your life around in terms of a 180 degree about-face turning away from the whole crazy insanity of this world and toward the REAL truth of who and what you are.

If you dare, decide right now to be “in the world but not of it.” Yeah, I know Jesus and some other scary religious people said this, but I can’t help that. They said it because they had to. There’s no other way to give you any chance of becoming sane. “I am the way, the truth, and the life” doesn’t mean that I personally (as in the author of this webpage) am some special awesome being you have to obey and listen to just because I’m The Lord of Lords, Captain America, or even Rick James. Hell no, and please get that crazy rubbish out of your head. Instead, it simply means that this message (the message of compassion) is the only way to actual sanity and a better world – and it meant exactly the same thing when Jesus said it, too. “I, the message of compassion, am the way, the truth, and the life.” Sorry about your bad luck, but no man comes to the Father (your true nature) but through me (the message of compassion). Got it now? Okay, good – and don’t blame me, meaning “me” as in the imperfect human being who is being used as a vehicle for these truths. I didn’t make the rules, and neither did Jesus, Buddha, the Dalai Lama, or anybody else who has tried to carry the message to you.

So, with that in mind, here are some practical steps you can take as soon as you feel ready – but be warned, some of them might be an ouchie at least until you have accumulated some practical experience in not being nuts:

Rather than getting a better job, if you’re single and child-free, see if you can figure out how to get rid of your job completely. GASP! The shock! The horror! Well, get over it. I said what I said and I meant it 100%. If you can do something as monumentally “crazy” (in the insane world’s eyes) as this, holy mackerel, are you ever on the right track in a big way. Although you’ll probably be poor, your spiritual future’s so bright you gotta wear shades. You are on the spiritual short list, as opposed to the spiritual short bus. That’s the ride everybody else who is still chasing after money is taking.

Rather than joining the military, learn what a “conscientious objector” is and see if you can’t become one. Want a hint? It’s the totally ridiculous and nutty belief that “war is always wrong.” Wow, what a concept, eh? If you can get your crazy little head around that, even if takes you 20 years of arguing with yourself over whether Hitler had to be stopped, then oh boy, are you ever moving in the right direction in a Porsche 944. It might come as a surprise to you, but “thou shalt not kill” is an extremely sane idea. The more you get acquainted with it, the quicker you’ll make progress in every area.

Rather than attending the University of Phoenix, why not tear up every degree you might already have and become the dean of your own personal Sanity University? Stop giving credence to the crazy belief that any degree or award the insane world can confer upon you can do one iota to help you move toward actual sanity, happiness, fulfillment, or whatever else you’ve been falsely promised. If you can manage to never have a thought of chasing another one of their gold stars or seals of approval again, then good lord, are you ever taking off into actual sanity at warp speed. Lao-Tsu said it best – “give up learning, and put and end to your troubles.” What you really need to learn, this world doesn’t teach.

Rather than chanting “AUM” for 20 minutes a day, start right now to stand up for compassion in every area of your life, beginning from the tip of your nose and extending outward to encompass the whole universe. Aim high and never take “no” for an answer. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re setting your sights too high. Man’s reach must always exceed his grasp or we’re all wasting our time doing absolutely nothing. Don’t be fooled by those who tell you to “be practical.” They only want to kill their consciences by excusing and rationalizing away their own unwillingness to act. Dream big. Resolve to save the whole suffering world and get busy doing it. By doing that, you’ll already have succeeded. As Gandhi put it, BE the change. That’s all – nothing less, nothing more.

Remember, YOU are a beautiful, inherently powerful, irreplaceable, unique and wonderful being of infinite worth and value. If you’re an American, Mister Rogers (one of our truly great spiritual leaders and a thoroughly sane man) told you this as a kid, but the insane world beat it out of you. So now, listen again. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, if you choose to make it one. You have strength beyond measure waiting to be unlocked somewhere deep in your heart. All the “doctors” of history have done their damndest to tell you exactly where to find it, if you’ll just shut off the crazy voices of the world in your head for five minutes and really, sincerely LOOK and LISTEN. Turn off the TV and unplug the phone if you have to, just to find a place to start. Never believe that you cannot change the world, for it is really you and ONLY you who can. That’s a fact, Jack. Learn it, love it, live it.

But please, for the love of Buddha, don’t simply believe anything I’m telling you. I don’t care if you “believe” in me, God, Nature, Santa Claus, science, compassion, a spherical Earth, or anything else. In fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t “believe” in anything at all. Beliefs are dangerous and you don’t exactly have a good history of using them wisely. Instead of believing, go within. Go into the depths of your heart and see if what I’ve told you rings true. Go to the place where there is no logic, no “truth” that can be formulated in words and used to beat your fellow man over the head, no belief, and no chattering mind. Go to the quiet place where faith lives – and I don’t mean Crazytown’s phony self-serving sales-pitch version of  “faith” that asks you to send $100 to Benny Hinn, believe that dinosaurs and man walked the Earth together 5000 years ago, or blow yourself up for the glory of Allah. I meanreal faith – the universal message of the heart. Put aside everything the crazy world has ever told you, go to that small, still place, and see if what I’ve said to you rings true. If it doesn’t, then I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time and you can bill me for your two cents worth.

As your brother in humankind, I am at your service forever, even if you choose to hate me, as many of you have already chosen to do throughout our shared lives together here on Planet Crazytown. It’s okay – I forgive you and always will, for you truly know not what you do. However, you CAN learn. This is your opportunity. You won’t have many more, so take it lightly at your own risk. No conversion, no “sinner’s prayer,” no church, no collection plate, no robes, no rituals, and nothing other than one totally free being in the universe choosing to open himself or herself to the possibility of a better course for the one and only short little human life any of us have.

As it is has been written in every true medicine book in the world by better doctors than me:

“Treat others as you would be treated, that is the only law.”

Or, as one unusually sane man in particular put it:

“Love your neighbor as yourself.”

It is up to you now. Will you at least take the seed into your heart, for just a moment? Will you step outside your self-imposed ego prison for just a brief instant and see that the insane ideas, beliefs and attitudes you have been trained to accept as “normal” are killing you and the whole bloody world spiritually, psychologically, and even materially? Will you, like Nero, choose only to fiddle while Rome burns? Can you, just for a moment, set aside this deadly blindness and arrogance? Will you turn away from the madness, at long last, and face the shining Sun of your true infinite being? Will you reach into the depths of your heart and summon the courage to become who you really are?

I know I promised you no religious nonsense, but if you will allow me one small metaphor in closing, it is this: When you accept the seed of compassion into your heart, it is at that very moment that all sentient beings are saved and the universe and its infinite angels rejoice for all eternity – because eternity is within you.

Yours Truly,
Actual Sanity

P.S. You’ll find no links to my church, my movement, my seminars, my retreats, or anything else. I don’t have any. I don’t need any. I told you I had nothing of that sort to sell, push, or preach, and I was telling the truth. You know what to do if you want any of that. It’s all out there in a thousand forms and a million places. If you want Jesus, he’s not hard to find (although I’d recommend staying away from most churches). Ditto the Buddha, Lao-Tsu, the Dalai Lama, Swami Anybodyananda, Pantheism, Humanism, or whatever appeals to you. As long as you understand that all of these doctors prescribe the same medicine you’ve just been prescribed here, knock yourself out. Compassion is the only medicine in the world on which you can never overdose.

That is all. This is my whole and complete message to you. Take it for what it is – not some “sermon” from on high, not a lecture from some “guru” or “master,” but a heart-to-heart personal letter from a brother in humankind who shares in your pain and heartache. Just for today, and just in the form of these few words, I am merely offering to play the role of your “doctor,” not your “master.” Your true master is and has always been your own heart and nothing else – and if I have been at all successful in opening your mind to its small, still voice, then that is the true medicine.

Good luck to you, and may we each do whatever is in our power to cure our shared suffering together, as brothers and sisters on this little blue ball of mud. I will see a few of you on the streets, at the markets, and on the wires, where you will neither know me nor care to know me – but understand that I do know you, and no matter how crazy you are, you will always be my friend.

And that, very simply, is why I will never lie to you about what really matters. You may now be very, very insane – but you don’t have to be. The choice is yours.

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Jiddu Krishnamurti- Ending Sorrow

Conflict in relationships

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Fear as an extraordinary jewel

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Is it possible to end all sorrow

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The depth and beauty

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Q & A

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More to be added later- need some time to organize media space.

Play this:

Loreena McKennitt – The dark night of the soul

Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
and by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead

Chorus
Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart

That fire t’was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come

Chorus

Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress walls
the wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow

Chorus

I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lovers breast
And care and grief grew dim
as in the mornings mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

 


Loreena writes in the CD booklet about this song:

May, 1993 – Stratford … have been reading through the poetry of 15th century Spain, and I find myself drawn to one by the mystic writer and visionary St. John of the Cross; the untitled work is an exquisite, richly metaphoric love poem between himself and his god. It could pass as a love poem between any two at any time … His approach seems more akin to early Islamic or Judaic works in its more direct route to communication to his god … I have gone over three different translations of the poem, and am struck by how much a translation can alter our interpretation. Am reminded that most holy scriptures come to us in translation, resulting in a diversity of views.

Music by Loreena McKennitt
Lyrics by St. John of the Cross (San Juan de la Cruz), arr. and adapted by Loreena McKennitt
From: The mask and mirror (1994).

peace-

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old year/ new

Q: why?

Last Week at Work

I thought last week would be easy. I expected a quiet workplace with most activities on hold and many people (including my supervisor) gone.

Not to be. Life comes at you fast. Best to slow it down from the inside, the outside not being reliable.

I guess the most shocking thing was that someone killed themselves. Someone I knew. Someone I had seen earlier in that same day. Someone who appeared to be in a better mood than usual.

It isn’t like this is an odd occurrence here. It’s happened a couple times before since I’ve been working here. It’s still very hard on people. I spent a lot of time hanging out with folks who were especially effected. Mostly just being available. Some wanted to talk, some wanted to sit next to someone who understood.

The effects were not contained just within the ward where the suicide happened. Lots of people knew the woman. She’s been there awhile. She’s wanted to die for as long as anyone remembers.

The building where it happened. Top floor, Unit 50 I.

Another event, a much better one, came at midweek; also unexpected. On Monday I met someone who was new- that is new to the environment where I work. They found themselves locked up through December and their landlord sent a letter saying that they were throwing out her stuff, cleaning out her room and… well, tough luck landing in psychiatric prison.

I was able to take a state car up to Portland and along with a very nice nurse we went through the garbage in the compactor room and saved, retrieved much of her stuff. Probably the unit staff will throw most of it out but we got her some clothes, some personal papers and many many technical manuals in English and Chinese. We did not find some of the papers she wanted- her citizenship documents.

In the new hospital there will not be any real storage room to speak of. An oversight, I guess. But it means that people admitted here will basically lose everything.

Enough about work. There were several good moments and many useful ones.

Some of What I’ve Been Thinking

The wave of fear has strong momentum but if you stop pushing it, it subsides.  So maybe I don’t need to worry about fear, although it’s hold on me still scares me 😉  -It dies of starvation when I’m done feeding it.

My most intrusive fears have to do with my sense of self-worth. I’ve a sneaking suspicion that I’m not okay- not adequate, not acceptable. It comes out in interpersonal communication when somebody is angry with me or thinks the worst of me. Not always, just sometimes. I’m trying to be aware- this seems to help. When I see what it is I can stop pushing the wave.

I half know my connection with everything. I say “half” because I notice it only intermittently and I’m often completely oblivious. When I look, it emerges from the edges of my self-perception- my wholeness withing the world is made real through the very same spaces/ surfaces/ thoughts that separate me. For example: My skin would seem to be both my boundary and my bridge to the world. Same thing for eyes/ vision, sound, speech, breath… I can’t really speak this adequately so it’s time to stop.

“I felt a suddenness.”

Maybe I’m not done- I am falling slowly through an intangible screen. The screen is the surface upon which the movie of time is being played/ shown. Behind the screen is the light, the projector that creates the illusion of movement, shape and everything else that can be named- the movie. As I am passing through the screen, the projector, the light and … it all disappears.

Once, following a particularly high meditative state, I found that I could not look at anything, any separate thing, without losing myself in oneness with the Big Picture. Then I would find there was no picture at all. I would lose any awareness of self and regain self-consciousness much later. Then I would look at something again, or have a thought, or breathe- and it would start all over again. Sometimes I am still passing through that screen, or just about to- clumsily- falling into reality as though by tripping over my shoelaces.

How things work- from various sources

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Newcomen Engine

Wikipedia says: The atmospheric engine invented by Thomas Newcomen in 1712, today referred to as a Newcomen steam engine (or simply Newcomen engine), was the first practical device to harness the power of steam to produce mechanical work. Newcomen engines were used throughout Britain and Europe, principally to pump water out ofmines, starting in the early 18th century. James Watt‘s later engine was an improved version. Although Watt is far more famous today, Newcomen rightly deserves the first credit for the widespread introduction of steam power.

Stirling Engine

“Air in the engine is cyclically heated (by an alcohol burner) and expands to push the power piston (shown in blue) to the right. As the power piston moves to the right, the yellow linkage forces the loose-fitting, red “piston” (on the left half of the machine) to displace air to the cooler side of the engine. The air on the cool side loses heat to the outside world and contracts, pulling the blue piston to the left. The air is again displaced, sending it back to the hotter region of the engine, and the cycle repeats. 

The Stirling engine cycle can also be used “in reverse”, to convert rotating motion into a temperature differential (and thus provide refrigeration).”

Stirlings can be made inexpensively, are robust, and can use a variety of fuel sources, such as animal dung, which makes them valuable for areas which lack forests or other common fuel sources.

-description by beatnik

Wankel Engine

A pretty high revving engine, but the low compression ratio meant stinky efficiency. Even in racing, better fuel efficiency means you don’t stop for fuel as often. (larryrose11)

“a lot of the issues people associate with wankels have been pretty well suppressed or solved entirely in the current generation (renesis), but you still can’t park an RX8 on grass, and they do still need a bit of special treatment.” (Akaishi)

Above: Torpedo- boat destroyer system- Also how Transformers poop.

Constant Velocity (CV) Joint. They’re in pretty much every front wheel drive car. This is a very simplified diagram of how a CV joint works- the real thing is hella durable.

Manual Transmission Mechanism- Wikipedia says: ”

manual transmission, also known as a manual gearbox or standard transmission (informally, a “manual”, “straight shift”, “stick (shift)”, or “straight drive”) is a type of transmission used in motor vehicle applications. It generally uses a driver-operated clutch, typically operated by a pedal or lever, for regulating torque transfer from the internal combustion engine to the transmission, and a gear stick, either operated by hand (as in a car) or by foot (as on a motorcycle).

A conventional manual transmission is frequently the base equipment in a car; other options include automated transmissions such as an automatic transmission (often a manumatic), a semi-automatic transmission, or a continuously variable transmission (CVT).”

The sewing machine.

I have always wondered how this worked. This is so cool.

Reciprocating movements

Radial Engine

Comments:

“it doesn’t get better when you realize there were versions of this where the driveshaft was hard-mounted to the plane and the propeller was bolted to the crank case.”

“Radials don’t leak oil they mark their territory. A little contancorous but so sooo nice!”

“Some of the finest piston engines ever built were radials. Perhaps most notably the Pratt & Whitney R-2800, without which, it can easily be argued, the Allies would have lost the air war in the Pacific.”

blandoon sez: “I would agree with that assessment – from what I hear, there are only a handful of shops left, at most, that can overhaul something like an R-3350 (Anderson Airmotive is the one I know of).

The R-3350 in particular has always been a troubled beast, because it was pushed into wartime service when not altogether ready (primarily to power the B-29), and it had a long and painful early life before it became something close to reliable. But it has never been as dependable as its smaller, older stepbrother, the R-2800. From what I understand this is why there are a good number of Pratt-powered Douglas DC-6s left, but almost no DC-7s – they used the Wright engine, and were discarded almost as soon as jets became available.

FIFI, the only remaining flyable B-29, had its four early-model 3350s replaced with later units that are not authentic to the airplane, but were custom-built (by the aforementioned Anderson Airmotive) out of a hybrid of different later-model parts, with custom engine mounts and exhaust and so forth. It cost something like $4 million to do this, but otherwise it would have been impossible to get the airplane reliable enough to tour the airshow circuit.”

Maltese Cross Mechanism

Comment: “Nicholson Baker wrote a fantastic essay about the Maltese Cross mechanism and its use in film projectors/cameras in his book The Size of Thoughts.” -vidiot

Unrelated, so far

Goopy New Year!

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Space

Some pictures I’ve found. Click for full size these are big.

M31:

NGC 206b

M64

Keck observatory, related landscapes:

Double rainbow:

Nonsense

the Crab Pulsar

Lightening Xrayed:

fives

8jhanas

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Ache Song

Oh where is the one I seek?

the night is lonely and

when the daylight comes

I am still yearning

my journey not done

I ask for your patience

I have run

out of time

there will be no debate

and I will

not arrive

so I cannot be late

Everything

I have learned

in this world

has been wrong

When this breath

blows away

there will be no one

here singing

this song

I have been smoke

I have been rain

I am a thread

that waits to be pulled

I have no words

that are true

no name that is mine

along with all things

under the sky

joined be the stars

moved by the wind

a ripple

on the ocean of time

heartbroken

I will wait

this vast pain

of separation

unbearable

I will bear it

this ache

is all I have

to offer you

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Guru Puja

I thought I already did this. Maybe I’m repeating myself. I was certain I posted an audio of Swami Sarvaganada singing Guru Puja.

Well, if it be repetition that’s okay. Mantra, after all.

This is how I learned it:

Guru Puja

1 Akhand-Mandalakaram
Vyaptam yena characharam.
Tatpadam darshitam yena
Tasmai Shri Gurave Namah.

Akhand – unfragmented
Mandalakaram – one infinite whole
vyaptam – pervades
yena – by which
characharam – movable & immovable
Tadpadam – That state
darshitam – has shown
yena – by whom
tasmai – to that
Shri – glorious;
Guruve – guru, teacher
Namah – my salutations.

My Salutations to that Guru who revealed to me that Truth, which is unfragmented, infinite, timeless divinity, and which pervades the entire universe – movable or unmovable.

2 Agyan timir-andhasya
Gyananjan Shalakaya.
Chakhur-oonmeelitam yena
Tasmai Shri Gurave Namah.

Agyan – Ignorance
timir – cataract
andhasya – blinded
Gyananjan – medicinal collyrium
Shalakaya – collyrium stick
Chakshur – my eyes
oonmilitam – opened
yena – by whom
tasmai – to that
Shri – glorious
Guruve – Guru
Namah – my salutations.

My Salutations to that reverential teacher, who opened my eyes, by applying the divine collyrium of self-knowledge in my eyes, which had got blinded by the cataract of ignorance.

3 Gurur-Brahma Gurur-Vishnu Gurur-Devo Maheshwarah
Guru Eva Para-Brahma
Tasmai Shri Gurave Namah.

Gurur Brahma – Guru the Creator
Gurur Vishnu– Guru the Sustainer
Devo – the divine
Maheshwarah – the Destroyer
Eva – certainly
Para-Brahma – the transcendental divinity (which is the very basis of all the three)
tasmai – to that
Shri – glorious
Guruve – Guru
Namah – my salutations

Guru himself is the creator, sustainer and the destroyer. He is verily the very transcendental divinity, (the timeless life-principle, which is the very essence of the creator etc.) My reverential salutations to that glorious teacher.

Here is a bunch of Margiis singing performing Guru Puja after group meditation-

I find it more creeping into my thoughts in these days. Unasked, unbidden; received with gratitude. Expressed with undeniable expansion of the heart.

The pictures posted here are for color, visual candy. In my heart Guru Puja has always been a communication between myself that that which is infinite, beyond form. Not that this is different from however you experience it.

In the end, it is your heart, your inner nature, your Buddha-hood, your God-self that is the issue, is it not?

Bless you on your journey.

The Mantra which calms all suffering:

(In the heart sutra it says:

Therefore the mantra of transcendent knowledge, the mantra of deep insight, the unsurpassed mantra, the incomparable mantra, the mantra which calms all suffering should be known as truth, for there is no deception.)

In transcendent knowledge the mantra is proclaimed:

GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE BODHI SVAHA

Japanese rendering of the mantra:

GYATEI GYATEI HARA GYATEI HARASO GYATEI BOJI SOWAKA

English rendering of the mantra:

GONE, GONE, GONE BEYOND, COMPLETELY GONE BEYOND,ENLIGHTENMENT, HAIL THE GOER

I can find no Samkrta manuscript of the Heart Sutra-

so here is the mantra in Chinese calligraphy


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