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June 2013

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Carlos Castaneda

Carlos Castaneda
wrote a series of twelve books
relating to his
twelve year relationship
with Juan Matus.

Juan was a link
in a unique lineage
which stretched back
for countless generations
over several thousands of years.

Juan had for years
been actively looking
for an individual
to replace himself
in the next generation
of his lineage.

When Juan saw Carlos,
Juan immediately recognized that
Carlos was the man he sought.

From that moment on
Juan adopted Carlos
as a student.

Carlos did not realize that
Juan had no intention
of letting him go
under any circumstances.

Carlos simply considered Juan
to be an excellent source
for his anthropological endeavors.

Juan spared no effort
in his intent
to break Carlos
into the very real realm
of our absolutely limitless
attainable
human possibilities.

Juan adapted himself spontaneously
in every situation with Carlos.

Juan recommended
countless techniques to Carlos.

Juan resorted to
playing the role
of Indian sorcercer,
and in that role
he employed the use of
mind altering plants
as a hook to Carlos’
wandering attention.

Unfortunately to us as readers,
Carlos believed
that mind alterants
were necessary
to break the barrier
into don Juan’s world.

As a result,
drug-use served
as the central theme
of Carlos’ first two books.

Carlos eventually
realized his error
concerning why
don Juan employed
the Indian psychotropics,
and Carlos acknowledges
this intense blunder
in the introduction
of his third book.

In spite of that,
the first two books
serve as an insightful initiation
into Juan’s world;
and Juan’s highly focused intent
shines through Carlos’ words.

The tradition
to which Juan belonged
can not be accurately defined
with words because
it involves levels
of physical human awareness
well beyond thinking.

Words alone can only allude to,
and possibly lead to
remarkable realms
which are
largely ignored,
yet open to each of us.

Jun 11, 2013
#donjuan castaneda
Angels' Flight

Angels’ Flight
by the Blue Scout

There are angels who are destined
to fly downward into the dark mists.
Often, they get caught there,
and for a time, they lose their wings
and they are lost, sometimes for nearly a lifetime.
It doesn’t really matter, they are still angels ;
angels never die.
They know that the mist will clear someday,
if only for a moment.
And they know that they will be reclaimed then,
at last,
by a golden sky.

Jun 11, 2013

“If you want to teach people a new way of thinking, don’t bother trying to teach them. Instead, give them a tool, the use of which will lead to new ways of thinking.”

- Buckminster Fuller

Jun 4, 20131 note

May 2013

14 posts

Krishnamurti: Is there an observation of silence by silence in silence?

Questioner: That’s a new question.

Krishnamurti: It is not a new question if you have been following. The whole brain, the mind, the feelings, the body, everything is quiet. Can this quietness, stillness, look at itself, not as an observer who is still? Can the totality of this silence watch its own totality?

May 31, 2013

‘The soul’s first adventure is the fight between two ideas: the wish to return to earth in a human form, and the desire to feel the freedom of having no form.’

Paramhansa Yogananda

May 31, 2013
DOVER BEACH
By Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!

Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Agean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

1867

May 29, 2013

“Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers by day are dangerous men, for they may act out their dreams with open eyes and make them possible.”

T.E. Lawrence

May 26, 2013
#dreamer
It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

May 24, 2013
“As long as you can describe it, it’s not that. It’s a mystery. It’s beyond description. The finite can never comprehend the infinite. So as long as you can describe it, and you can talk about it, it’s not that. And this is something you should always remember.” —Robert Adams (via ashramof1)
May 24, 2013140 notes

“Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.” -Albert Einstein

May 23, 2013
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Happy New Moon/Solar Eclipse!

“At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.”

~ Rumi

May 9, 2013

That silence which is not the silence of the ending of noise is only a small beginning. It is like going through a small hole to an enormous, wide, expansive ocean, to an immeasurable, timeless state.

But this you cannot understand verbally unless you have understood the whole structure of consciousness and the meaning of pleasure, sorrow and despair, and the brain cells themselves have become quiet.

Then perhaps you may come upon that mystery which nobody can reveal to you and nothing can destroy.

J Krishnamurti

Freedom from the Known,109

May 9, 2013

“The self must cease through awareness of its own limitation, the falseness of its own existence. However deep, wide, and extensive it may become, the self is always limited, and until it is abandoned, the mind can never be free. The mere perception of that fact is the ending of the self, and only then is it possible for that which is the real to come into being.”

- J. Krishnamurti, Choiceless Awareness

May 8, 2013

April 2013

7 posts

‘The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, and the solution comes to you and you don’t know how or why…’

Albert Einstein

Apr 30, 2013
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