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Long time Face Book friend, Eva rider, wrote this piece yesterday. I found it deeply moving so feel a need to share. The world today is to my mind, a reflection of Dante’s Inferno. Although not in the sense of after-life atonement, but in the physical realm of every day life that’s being played out before our eyes.

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“Trump is indeed a hot air balloon. He is a spokesperson for the deep racial shadow heretofore hidden in the American psyche. Dante’s Inferno would describe him as The Phlegethon in waiting – a  deep  dark river of blood that may well spill over and from which we have very little power to halt. However, I cannot perceive this rise of evil and violence here and around the globe as a force for the positive any more than what we have already experienced in the rise of Hitler or Mussolini. I perceive that we are seeing is the slow collapse of the Patriarchy in its ugliest and most brutal form. The utter disregard for life in any form, propagated by the lust for greed and power can have no positive outcome. I am haunted by Jung’s words toward the end of his life when he spoke all too clearly to the threat of the devastation to come were consciousness not attained in balancing the tension between the polarities. This transformation would posit humanity into the transcendent third. “The world hangs by a thin thread and that thread is theconsciousness. What happens if something goes wrong with the Psyche?” and “Where there is will to power there is no love, where there is love, there is no will to power”.. (excuse my loose quoting)

We are moving into a realm of insanity. Trump is mad. The world seems to have lost its center. This is one of, if not the most dangerous times in the history of life on the planet.
It is time to wake up from our complacency and realize that the time to create conscious community is now. Our children’s lives, the live of all species and the planet as we have known it in her glorious, fecund wonder will not tolerate our abuses. We are on the brink of  hunger, poverty and war are upon us. Children and all innocent life is being exiled and slaughtered. I see nothing redeeming about the rise of Trump and the other demagogues now rising to power. Narcissism is an apt, but very incomplete diagnosis but Impulse control disorder and rampant Sociopathy is even more terrifying and rarely mentioned.”

 

http://www.citizen-times.com/story/opinion/contributors/2016/09/16/guest-columnists-donald-trump-best-thing-america/90478024/?fb_action_ids=10208990647977275&fb_action_types=og.comments

Fly Like A Butterfly – Inspirational Parables And Quotations

When living creatures come into contact with Divine Light, three kinds of defilements disappear in them. Their bodies and minds become supple and gentle. They become full of joy and enthusiasm, just like a butterfly that has descended on a pollen filled-flower.  🙂

There is a legend, one of many from the Native American achieves, that  if  you want your wishes to come true, first you must capture a butterfly in your hands, cradle it gently not to harm it, whisper your wish, then let it go.  Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all.

In appreciation for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom back, the Great Spirit will grant your wish.

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Taken this summer in Kent,England, at the butterfly sanctuary

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Photo of caterpillar taken by the roadside in France on the journey to England…

Probably the most well-known Butterfly Parable from the Zen Tradition.

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The most well-known of Zhuangzi (Chuang-tzu) parables is the Butterfly Dream anecdote, which (in translation by Lin Yutang) goes like this:

Once upon a time, I, Zhuangzi, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhuangzi. Soon I awakened, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.


This short story points to a number of interesting and much-explored philosophical issues, stemming from the relationship between the waking-state and the dream-state, and/or between illusion and reality: How do we know when we’re dreaming, and when we’re awake? How do we know if what we’re perceiving is “real” or a mere “illusion” or “fantasy”? Is the “me” of various dream-characters the same as or different from the “me” of my waking world? How do I know, when I experience something I call “waking up” that it is actually a waking up to “reality” as opposed to simply waking up into another level of dream?4

Love Its Meaning In The World By Rudolf Steiner – Inspirational Quotations

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Rudolf Steiner lived from 1861-1925. The greatest initiate of the 20th Century, he is one of history’s most original thinkers. Rudolf Steiner’s work is largely unknown in the world today.

Rudolf Steiner once said, “people in the future are not going to get much fun out of  development on the physical plane. They will find that further evolution is possible  only through “spiritual forces.”  This can be accomplished only by surveying a lengthy period of evolution and applying what is discovered through our experiences. This process will become more and more general in the future.” ~ The post today is from my young friend, Jake Murray.

LOVE & ITS MEANING IN THE WORLD by Rudolf Steiner

“One could say that the male body now has a female soul, the female
body a male soul. This inner one-sidedness of the human being is
compensated by fertilisation through the spirit, which abolishes the
one-sidedness. Both the male with the female body and the female soul
with its male body become double-sexed again through fructification by
the spirit. Thus, men and women are different outwardly; internally
their spiritual one-sidedness is rounded out to a harmonious whole.
Internally, spirit and soul are fused into a unit. The spirit’s effect
on the male soul in woman is female, rendering it both male and
female; the spirit’s effect on the female soul in man is male, making
it, too, male and female. The double-sexedness of human beings has
retired from the outer world, where it existed in the pre-Lemurian
period.

One can see that the higher essence of a human being has nothing to do
with man or woman. The inner equality, however, does result from a
male soul in woman and from a female soul in man. The union with the
spirit finally brings about equality; but the fact that a difference
exists before the establishment of the equality involves a secret of
human nature. Understanding this secret is of great significance for
all mystery science and is the key to important enigmas of life. For
the present we are not permitted to lift the veil spread over this
secret…

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/231334.Love_and_Its_Meaning_in_the_World

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There is immense complexity & subtlety here & this passage repays careful scrutiny… The wording is very specific… All I would say is: when talking about subtle bodies – which is what he is doing here when he gets onto spirit & soul – he is not talking about ‘male and female’ in the sense we usually mean…

To me, this passage, which connects with Gnostic, Kabbalist, Alchemical, Platonic, Taoist & Hindu Tantric ideas of the Soul & Body, opens the possibility of understanding ourselves fully as physical men and women, souls and spirits and ultimate something beyond all of that, which preserves the specialness of each domain. It chimes with Jung’s ideas of the Anima & Animus and the universal idea of the Divine Marriage, while preserving the essence of our physical gender in an image of ultimate Wholeness on all levels of our being.

It also, in its vision of the androgynous Self, embraces other combinations of gender- specifically lesbian, gay and transgender. Steiner is saying we are all things, with Wholeness being found in the Divine Union of all of them, but with each unique and special to itself.

And even here, he is tentative. Note he says ‘One could say’ in the first sentence and not ‘The male body has a female soul etc’. Right from the start he is talking not in literal but in metaphorical terms…

~Jake Murray.


1994 Group Interview – More Sathya Sai Memories

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An American Interview on Ganesha’s Birthday

Saturday, September 10, 1994

“The Ceremonies”

Ganesha’s birthday was the previous day and I had just loved the entire event. The crowd was huge and we sat for a very long time in the mandir courtyard through all the ceremonies of Swami breaking the coconut in front of Ganesha’s new statue, placed on a pedestal inside the central arch of the mandir. Parade after parade of students passed in front of Swami as He sat in his swivel chair on the ladies’ side by the verandah. Each group proudly displayed its float of Ganesha. There was nearly an hour and a half of the most beautiful bhajans ( many of them Ganesha, I think ) with each voice sweeter than the last. The sound system was fantastic and so were the musicians.

The tablas (small drums ) were fabulous and all the lead singers had beautiful voices.

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By the end of the day, I was feeling a tremendous satisfaction and a deep peace settled over me. I was so carried away, I even faxed a girlfriend in California about the wonderfulness of the day’s events so that they would remember Ganesha’s birthday at our Marin County Friday night bhajans.

Upon awakening on Saturday, I was still feeling the sense of peace and satisfaction. When leaving my room for morning Darshan, I looked at my two U.S.A. group scarves, one red and the other white with U.S.A. embroidered on it and the other one, white with blue and red U.S.A. embroidered on it. I just couldn’t get interested in wearing a scarf. I figured there would be huge crowds still and no interviews. Usually I took both scarves with me, but this day I deliberately left the white scarf behind and wore only the red scarf because it could be seen so easily through the crowds and none of us had as yet found each other to regroup. I was even late for Darshan because I just had no energy.

I got in the late line and ended up by sitting on the side of the mandir sort of near Swami’s old room, where the chair ladies sit. I realized I wouldn’t get very near him, but I observed that I was very close to the place outside his old bedroom window where I had prayed and prayed and wept to Him in the dark morning hours in August of 1990 and I felt very contented to be in this sacred spot.

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My Panic Sets In

Suddenly I was aware of some men way in front of me and off to the left, wearing green scarves from Spain. They were getting up and I was absolutely electrified. I sat bolt upright and the word INTERVIEW exploded in my mind. My head snapped around to the left and I saw Lila and Nalini standing up talking to a Seva Dal. Oh, Vip’s I thought. Then I saw Glenn standing behind them and they were beginning to walk toward me and the verandah and I knew it was us.

I grabbed my things and got up and started climbing over people, stepping in their laps, tripping on their feet. People were saying Sit down and I just kept saying over and over,’My group, my group’.

There was no aisle near me and about 20 rows of women in front of me, but I managed to arrive at the aisle just as Nalini, Lila and Glenn were passing and so walked with them to the verandah. Then the Seva Dal said White scarves only. I was stunned. I had left my white scarf in my room!

The Seva Dal hissed at me Hide your red scarf. I turned my head over my left shoulder while frantically trying to tuck it into my punjabi and saw about forty women with red scarves being turned back by the Seva Dal!

Lila sat cross-legged next to the building, to her left sat Nalini, and Glenn sat on the outside. I crouched down behind Nalini and Lila and tried to shrink into myself and look invisible so I wouldn’t be noticed and turned back. A couple of other women sat down behind me. I whispered urgently to Nalini and Lila to put on their red scarves too, and Nalini spoke quickly over her shoulder Don’t say anything more! I shut up.

Swami came over to us and looked down at Glenn wearing both scarves, ‘You wear two scarves, not good. If the white group is called you come, and if the red scarves are called you also come. That is cheating! You speak with forked tongue.’ His glance passed over Nalini who was wearing a white scarf and rested on Lila who had no scarf on. ‘Where is your scarf?’ He asked. In my bag, Swami, she replied. ‘Put it on’, He said. He gave me a dark look and turned toward the men. He reached out to Michael, wearing a white scarf, and gestured for him to go back and then patted Michael on the head and shoulder. Another young man wearing a red scarf was there, too, but Swami just indicated he should go into the room. We arose and went in.

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Inside At Last

I was the last of our group inside the door. Swami stood inside the door as each of us passed by Him. I was still terrified He would turn me back. We sat on the floor near His chair and He closed the door and immediately waved His hand in a circle making vibhuti. I was closest to Him and put my hand out and was the first to receive vibhuti. In my head, I thought this was a good sign and maybe I wouldn’t be sent away.

Swami went to sit on His chair and then leaned forward and made three jerks with His hand and a beautiful gold chain link bracelet appeared. He indicated to a man in the back to come forward.

The man leaned forward ( somewhat supported by the other Spaniards) and, urged on by Swami, put his hand across Swami’s knees and Swami started to put the bracelet on. Then He stopped and held the bracelet up in both hands and gave two little jerks to it to make it bigger than before. Looking satisfied, He placed it around the man’s wrist.

Next, He asked another man, ‘Where is your wife?’ I’m single, the man replied. ‘You have friend’, Swami said. The man tentatively replied ‘Yes’. ‘Good friend’, Swami said. Sort of embarrassed, the man said ‘yes’ again. ‘Get married’, Swami said. ‘Marriage is good. Friend not good. Get married.’ Then Swami made three swift jerks with His right hand and materialised a gold ring almost like a wedding band for the man who leaned forward and Swami placed it on his hand and said ‘Perfect fit’.

Swami motioned for those men to go into the small interview room and looking back as He followed them in, He said to Lila, ‘Where is bender?’ She said, ‘What?’ He repeated ‘Where is bender?’ She continued to look puzzled ( I was too ) and then He said louder ‘Husband. Where is husband?’ Lila said something like ‘He is gone’ and Swami came back with something like ‘He left’ to which Lila replied, ‘No, I left him!’ Swami and the rest of us laughed and He disappeared behind the curtain of the small room.

Lila then remarked that it was hot and asked one of the men to turn on the overhead fan. He did, but another man thought the rotors were making too much noise and told the man to turn it off, which he did. The people from the private interview room came back into the room followed by Swami who sat down in His chair. He then looked up at the ceiling at the fan, got up from His chair and slowly made His way through the men to the wall and personally turned the ceiling fan on and then returned to His chair. ( I thought this was very sweet. He could have asked someone to do it for Him. ) Then it was our turn to go into the private room.

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The Small Room

This time Lila was sitting next to the arm of the chair with Nalini and Glenn to her left and me behind them between Lila and Nalini. During most of this time, Lila held hands with Swami rubbing her thumb up and down His thumb.

Occasionally, He would disengage to make gestures and then He would reach back for her hand. Nalini mostly kept her hands on His feet after first kissing them.

At some point I squeezed in between them and Nalini lifted her hands off His feet and I put my hands on both His feet. It would have been too awkward from where I was sitting to try to kiss them or put my forehead on them.

First, Swami spoke to Lila Youngs about her family and told her He would get her a good job. Next, He spoke to Nalini about her family and also told her He would get her a good job.

Then I got up on my knees and, putting my hands together in prayer toward Swami, I said, ‘Please heal my arms.’ He reached out and took my elbows in both His hands and rubbed both my arms up and down and around my wrists and hands and fingers and thumbs and said ‘No peace in mind. Worry too much. I will heal.’

I immediately worried that He was going to heal my mind rather than my arms and said quickly. ‘It’s from typing on computers! I want to be able to keep working!’ He said, ‘Oh, typing, typing (and made typing motions in the air with His hands). You worry about making mistakes’ (He hit me on the head). ‘That is past, now is present! Even in Bangalore you worry, telling everyone Swami does not pay attention to me; Swami is ignoring me; Swami is not talking to me!’ (He hit me on the head again.) I said, ‘Swami, other people suffer from this, maybe you will help them also?’ He said, ‘Yes, I will help everybody.’‘Yes, yes, and I love you too.’ I love you Swami,’ I replied. To which He said, “I love everyone.”

Then He turned to Glenn and talked to her. Lila spoke up once more and asked Him something about how she could always know He was near her and He replied, ‘I am in you, around you, beside you. I am omnipresent.’ Then He stood up abruptly and patted Lila on the head and said, ‘You are mine’ and then turned to me and said ‘You are mine’ and Nalini, ‘You are mine.’ Glen quickly asked, ‘Swami, am I yours, too?’ He replied dragging out the word ‘Yeeese,’ and we got up and went to join the others.  He kept the man with the red scarf inside for a few minutes more alone.

When Swami returned to us, He handed out small packets of vibhuti to everyone. Nalini asked for more packets for her Sai Centre, and He gave her more, and said something about keeping some for herself. I also wanted more, but I could not quite manage to ask, the words would not come. Perhaps they did, but Swami ignored them.

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The Healing Is Within

Anyway, I’ve read where He has said that He can heal the mind and when the mind is healed, everything else ( the body ) is also healed. Now I am rather thrilled at the idea He will heal my mind. He has said that healing occurs when there is reciprocity of devotion from the devotee. This I must learn to do. I have enjoyed many interviews with Sai Baba and Lila and Nalini even more. Now we must all learn to appreciate our good fortune and put more trust in ‘the innerview.’ I know many of you have not enjoyed the interview experience, but perhaps for you, there is no need. Many times during my life I have been alone and down, and am now a recovering alcoholic. I am beginning to appreciate life again. But it has been a hard uphill battle. Lastly, I had given Swami a letter the week before at Brindavan. I had asked Him to heal my arms, but to do it however He felt best. He could do it instantaneously or use slower methods such as physical therapy or desk and chair adjustments or new types of keyboards, and so on. So, I feel all my prayers are now answered. Everything I asked for in that letter I have now received. For me, He has fulfilled my wishes.

Ganesha’s Birthday afterall

While it was Saturday, September 10, 1994 in India, it was Friday, September 9, 1994, Ganesha’s birthday, in the U.S.A. My Sai Centre meets on Friday nights, so while I was in the interview room with Swami, my centre was singing bhajans and celebrating Ganesha’s birthday. Therefore, by U.S.A. time in my own Centre, I had an interview on Ganesha’s birthday! What a present for me, Ganesha represents the removal of obstacles.