Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Lost files

Our old computer is fried, and we are getting the files transferred to a new one. All the old MP3 spiritual lectures are on the old one (I listened to about an hour a day while walking), with all the pictures we took.
Only the pictures are coming.
Habit and hope.
35 years of this subtle itch, gone.
Can't bring myself to find someone else to give them to.
Books are given to friends to read. Many don't come back.
I don't care. More will come, or not.
Hanging onto spiritual words is no longer needed.
Listening to them, resonating with a fellow soul, loving the richness of experience shared, that is something still.
I talk on Facebook to people who have in some way seen this. Sometimes I have lunch with people who have seen this. Mostly we talk about our lives, nothing special, we laugh a lot.
You could be sitting a the next table and you would think, crazy people, but having a good time.
What is there left to do but live? 

It's funny, we did not want anything for Christmas, and when the laptop cratered, we found we were getting a lovely new one, we did want something!
Whatever happens next, I guess it's perfect.
I hope whatever you get is a gift that you want. And whatever falls away, you discover you don't need.
Much love. 

Monday, December 12, 2011

Are teachers useful?

who yo daddy? who yo gooroo?
there's a big difference between looking up to someone
and what happens when true friendship, or love, is allowed.
the first means keeping the Ultimate Attainment 'out there' 
just beyond reach of where we see ourselves on a beautiful golden ladder.
and the second means living in presence of reality here
and walking round naked all the time, alive as can be.            

The poet above lucked out, he actually did/does have a close and fruitful relationship with someone who hounded him into leaving behind his ideas of a self.
Others walk their wild and lone way, visiting spirituality when they smell something interesting.
Most of us are lost in a crowd of seekers, reading the books, chanting the chants, serving in the kitchen, paying the tithes and retreat fees. .
Supporting the ones who know. In the hopes of someday being special.
We listen to them gas on, talking about how peaceful it is where they are, and how other enlightened people (who wrote books and had followers) described it correctly, or not.
We practice the practices, amusingly, considering the more honest say that practices were useful only in wearing out the seeking.
Dear ones, we are ALL utterly ordinary. Mr and Mrs Special, unless they have a pretty damn good way to, in reality, wake people up (and you might want to ask them about their successes in that area) are in a long line of people who probably did get 'there', but have no idea how to get you there.
So they cannot really help you, unless you get 'there' and recognize it from the descriptions. Which is useful. For after. Which is not gonna be you at this rate.
Would you like to be ordinary? and awake?
I have not the faintest interest in giving you one more idea and concept, or taking one dollar from you. The mechanism of seeing through the illusion of a separate self, call it what you will, is available.
We do it individually, one on one. You get to have that short, sharply directed relationship with someone who can get you through the illusion of self.
You can accept the amazing depth and truth of that seeing, or not.
Work with it, or let it work on you. These things are not different.
Unless you like to cook, get out of the kitchen.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The video, just released.

This says it all!
It's the video the Liberation Unleashed team has been promising. Everyone did  their own thing in many different countries, and it was edited and pulled together by a very professional friend here in Texas. I hope you enjoy it.
Without further ado: