Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The dirty truth is that many people find fascism to be not particularly horrible. Michael Parenti.....DIRTY TRUTHS, first edition








The love way of love.


Of those who love you as the Lord of Love,
Ever present in all, and those who seek you
As the nameless, formless Reality,
Which way is sure and swift, love or knowledge?


For those who set their hearts on me
And worship me with unfailing devotion and faith,
The way of love leads sure and swift to me.

Those who seek the transcendental Reality,
Unmanifested, without name or form,
Beyond the reach of feeling and of thought,
With their senses subdued and mind serene
And striving for the good of all beings,
They too will verily come unto me.

Yet hazardous
And slow is the path to the Unrevealed,
Difficult for physical man to tread.
But they for whom I am the goal supreme,
Who do all work renouncing self for me
And meditate on me with single-hearted devotion,
These will I swiftly rescue
From the fragment's cycle of birth and death
To fullness of eternal life in me.

Still your mind in me, still yourself in me,
And without doubt you shall be united with me,
Lord of Love, dwelling in your heart.
But if you cannot still your mind in me,
Learn to do so through the practice of meditation.
If you lack the will for such self-discipline,
Engage yourself in selfless service of all around you,
For selfless service can lead you at last to me.
If you are unable to do even this,
Surrender yourself to me in love,
Receiving success and failure with equal calmness
As granted by me.

Better indeed is knowledge than mechanical practice.
Better than knowledge is meditation.
But better still is surrender in love,
Because there follows immediate peace.

That one I love who is incapable of ill will,
And returns love for hatred.
Living beyond the reach of I and mine
And of pleasure and pain, full of mercy,
Contented, self-controlled, firm in faith,
With all their heart and all their mind given to me –
With such people I am in love.

Not agitating the world or by it agitated,
They stand above the sway of elation,
Competition, and fear, accepting life
Good and bad as it comes. They are pure,
Efficient, detached, ready to meet every demand
I make on them as a humble instrument of my work.

They are dear to me who run not after the pleasant
Or away from the painful, grieve not
Over the past, lust not today,
But let things come and go as they happen.

Who serve both friend and foe with equal love,
Not buoyed up by praise or cast down by blame,
Alike in heat and cold, pleasure and pain,
Free from selfish attachments and self-will,
Ever full, in harmony everywhere,
Firm in faith – such as these are dear to me.

But dearest to me are those who seek me
In faith and love as life's eternal goal.
They go beyond death to immortality.

In February of 1977 I had the privilege of flying out of Dallas/Ft. Worth to San Francisco, then on to catch an overseas flight, a MAC flight out of Travis AFB to Korea via Japan. But anyway, at SFN airport there were these Hare(less) Krishnas that literally pounce on folks and can spot a country bumpkin for across the tarmac. Man they swarmed me. About five or six groups of 50 groups of five or six skulking the airport. Just blew my mind, I was thinking I am going to hell; they are going abduct me and brain-wash me. I really was scared of them. I read that book the family, and was sure hope'n they caught all them Manson people.

 They was wearing gowns and robes maroon and gold, and ball-headed ever single one of them. I knew right away there wasn't any women in the group, I decided right then and there I wasn't joining for two reasons: no hair and no girls, and there was wearing that red bed-sheet thing too. So to get them away from me I threw 10 bucks in their pot hop'in they would back off. They did but two of them followed me to my gate. I could not shake them. They was trying to give me a book and they wasn't taking no for an answer. I finally took the book to get rid of them and they finally left me alone after that and walked off. After they got out of sight I went in the mens room and threw the book away like a good Baptist boy should do.

 Had I known this song/poem/meditation/prayer above was in that book I would sill have the damn thing. The book was the Bhagavad-Gita, the song of our lord. If you sing this song you will get closer to the source whether you want to or not. I like prayers. I believe god answers prayers, some prayers like st. franny of Assisi's prayer, pray that one as a believer and you will get hardship and sorrow much long-suffering; it is a totally unselfish communion with god. When you pray for Polaris you get them both equally. If you only pray for love your, proverbial fountains overflow exponentially!! It may be the only hope man will survive in the cyber-age.

We have got to feed our youth better information if they are to last. When shit starts dying off mankind is next. My theory, my thesis, will be called, the collapsing domino effect of the human- caused catastrophic failure of the echo-system to support oxygen and fresh water demands. We are destroying our planets biologic lungs, kidneys and liver, due to the oligarch's greedy exploitation, obsessed with over consumption of natural and human resources. Humanity's hoarders are raping the globe and life is becoming extinct. The really sad thing is that the masses do not know therefore do not care.........conditioned apathy. The boiling frog is the reality.

 Maybe we can evolve us some new kind'da gill looking thangies to breath filthy air and filter dirty water, I been seeing people with peculiar looking side flaps and strange low hanging gullets? wtf? Or learn to live at the poles for a few tens of thousands of years. Supported by Halliburton engineers and contractors. I sometimes I don't get a good feeling about mankind's ultimate end or beginning. There is too many cruel people in the world to be an accident. Is what I think. Our youth someday will have to realize and minimize, neutralize and correct today's mistakes. I believe we have ill equipt them for only marginal success at best in the future. Mediocrity and conformity rein supreme…………………Kosmicdebris



Deep Inquiry: Not for the Faint of Heart
by Gangaji
Authentic spiritual inquiry reveals the joy of fresh insights and revelation, just as artistic or scientific inquiry does, but if we cling to the latest insight as a thing we know, that thing grows stale.

To be of real spiritual value, inquiry must be alive and fresh. Regardless of what we remember or have discovered from the past, each time we truly inquire, we return to not knowing what the outcome will or should be. No doctrine is needed for discovery. No concepts of multiplicity, duality, or non-duality are needed. In fact, we must put aside all of our doctrines and concepts for our inquiry. All that is needed is the willingness to be unattached to the outcome, conscious, and truthful.
Deep inquiry is not for the fainthearted or weak-minded. It is for those who are ready and willing, regardless of fears and discomforts. It is the challenge and invitation to mature. It is the invitation to give up past reliance on others' discoveries while allowing those discoveries to encourage and even push us into our own inquiry.

Inquiry is not a coping mechanism. It is not present in human consciousness to provide certainty or comfort, except the sublime certainty that one has the capacity to discover truth for oneself. It is a stretching mechanism. It calls on the mind to stretch beyond its known frontiers, and in this way inquiry is support for maturing and evolving the soul. It frees us from the need to define ourselves to experience being ourselves. It is both humbling and a source of profound joy, but it does not provide a neat package of new definitions and stories.

The challenge in inquiry is to be willing to directly discover what exists with no reference points. Inquiry is no small challenge, for it requires facing the death of the inner and outer worlds as they have been constructed with no knowledge of what will take their place. We have the experience of releasing our constructed world when we fall into sleep, and we cherish and need this experience for our well-being on all levels.

The challenge of inquiry appears in releasing the constructed world while remaining conscious.
- Gangaji


































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