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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 29, 2007 04:17 PM
by Arthur Schopenhauer http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/s/schopenhauer/arthur/pessimism/chapter3.html As far as I know, none but the votaries of monotheistic religions look upon suicide as a crime. This is all the more striking, inasmuch as neither in the Old nor in the New Testament is there to be found any prohibition or positive disapproval of it; so that religious teachers are forced to base their condemnation of suicide on philosophical grounds of their own invention. These are so very bad that writers of this kind endeavor to make up for the weakness of their arguments by the strong terms in which they express their abhorrence of the practice; in other words, they declaim against it. They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice; that only a madman could be guilty of it; and other insipidities of the same kind; or else they make the nonsensical remark that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person. Suicide, as I have said, is actually accounted a crime; and a crime which, especially under the vulgar bigotry that prevails in England, is followed by an ignominious burial and the seizure of the man’s property; and for that reason, in a case of suicide, the jury almost always brings in a verdict of insanity. Now let the reader’s own moral feelings decide as to whether or not suicide is a criminal act. Think of the impression that would be made upon you by the news that some one you know had committed the crime, say, of murder or theft, or been guilty of some act of cruelty or deception; and compare it with your feelings when you hear that he has met a voluntary death. While in the one case a lively sense of indignation and extreme resentment will be aroused, and you will call loudly for punishment or revenge, in the other you will be moved to grief and sympathy; and mingled with your thoughts will be admiration for his courage, rather than the moral disapproval which follows upon a wicked action. Who has not had acquaintances, friends, relations, who of their own free will have left this world; and are these to be thought of with horror as criminals? Most emphatically, No! I am rather of opinion that the clergy should be challenged to explain what right they have to go into the pulpit, or take up their pens, and stamp as a crime an action which many men whom we hold in affection and honor have committed; and to refuse an honorable burial to those who relinquish this world voluntarily. They have no Biblical authority to boast of, as justifying their condemnation of suicide; nay, not even any philosophical arguments that will hold water; and it must be understood that it is arguments we want, and that we will not be put off with mere phrases or words of abuse. If the criminal law forbids suicide, that is not an argument valid in the Church; and besides, the prohibition is ridiculous; for what penalty can frighten a man who is not afraid of death itself? If the law punishes people for trying to commit suicide, it is punishing the want of skill that makes the attempt a failure. The ancients, moreover, were very far from regarding the matter in that light. Pliny says: Life is not so desirable a thing as to be protracted at any cost. Whoever you are, you are sure to die, even though your life has been full of abomination and crime. The chief of all remedies for a troubled mind is the feeling that among the blessings which Nature gives to man, there is none greater than an opportune death; and the best of it is that every one can avail himself of it.12 And elsewhere the same writer declares: Not even to God are all things possible; for he could not compass his own death, if he willed to die, and yet in all the miseries of our earthly life, this is the best of his gifts to man.13 Nay, in Massilia and on the isle of Ceos, the man who could give valid reasons for relinquishing his life, was handed the cup of hemlock by the magistrate; and that, too, in public.14 And in ancient times, how many heroes and wise men died a voluntary death. Aristotle,15 it is true, declared suicide to be an offence against the State, although not against the person; but in Stobaeus’ exposition of the Peripatetic philosophy there is the following remark: The good man should flee life when his misfortunes become too great; the bad man, also, when he is too prosperous. And similarly: So he will marry and beget children and take part in the affairs of the State, and, generally, practice virtue and continue to live; and then, again, if need be, and at any time necessity compels him, he will depart to his place of refuge in the tomb.16 And we find that the Stoics actually praised suicide as a noble and heroic action, as hundreds of passages show; above all in the works of Seneca, who expresses the strongest approval of it. As is well known, the Hindoos look upon suicide as a religious act, especially when it takes the form of self-immolation by widows; but also when it consists in casting oneself under the wheels of the chariot of the god at Juggernaut, or being eaten by crocodiles in the Ganges, or being drowned in the holy tanks in the temples, and so on. The same thing occurs on the stage—that mirror of life. For example, in L’Orphelin de la Chine17 a celebrated Chinese play, almost all the noble characters end by suicide; without the slightest hint anywhere, or any impression being produced on the spectator, that they are committing a crime. And in our own theatre it is much the same—Palmira, for instance, in Mahomet, or Mortimer in Maria Stuart, Othello, Countess Terzky.18 Is Hamlet’s monologue the meditation of a criminal? He merely declares that if we had any certainty of being annihilated by it, death would be infinitely preferable to the world as it is. But there lies the rub! IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 29, 2007 04:19 PM
The reasons advanced against suicide by the clergy of monotheistic religions, and by those philosophers who adapt themselves thereto, are weak sophisms which can easily be refuted.19 The most thorough-going refutation of them is given by Hume in his Essay on Suicide. This did not appeal until after his death, when it was immediately suppressed, owing to the scandalous bigotry and outrageous ecclesiastical tyranny that prevailed in England; and hence only a very few copies of it were sold under cover of secrecy and at a high price. This and another treatise by that great man have come to us from Basle, and we may be thankful for the reprint.20 It is a great disgrace to the English nation that a purely philosophical treatise, which, proceeding from one of the first thinkers and writers in England, aimed at refuting the current arguments against suicide by the light of cold reason, should be forced to sneak about in that country, as though it were some rascally production, until at last it found refuge on the Continent. At the same time it shows what a good conscience the Church has in such matters.In my chief work I have explained the only valid reason existing against suicide on the score of morality. It is this: that suicide thwarts the attainment of the highest moral aim by the fact that, for a real release from this world of misery, it substitutes one that is merely apparent. But from a mistake to a crime is a far cry; and it is as a crime that the clergy of Christendom wish us to regard suicide. The inmost kernel of Christianity is the truth that suffering—the Cross—is the real end and object of life. Hence Christianity condemns suicide as thwarting this end; whilst the ancient world, taking a lower point of view, held it in approval, nay, in honor.21 But if that is to be accounted a valid reason against suicide, it involves the recognition of asceticism; that is to say, it is valid only from a much higher ethical standpoint than has ever been adopted by moral philosophers in Europe. If we abandon that high standpoint, there is no tenable reason left, on the score of morality, for condemning suicide. The extraordinary energy and zeal with which the clergy of monotheistic religions attack suicide is not supported either by any passages in the Bible or by any considerations of weight; so that it looks as though they must have some secret reason for their contention. May it not be this—that the voluntary surrender of life is a bad compliment for him who said that all things were very good? If this is so, it offers another instance of the crass optimism of these religions,—denouncing suicide to escape being denounced by it. It will generally be found that, as soon as the terrors of life reach the point at which they outweigh the terrors of death, a man will put an end to his life. But the terrors of death offer considerable resistance; they stand like a sentinel at the gate leading out of this world. Perhaps there is no man alive who would not have already put an end to his life, if this end had been of a purely negative character, a sudden stoppage of existence. There is something positive about it; it is the destruction of the body; and a man shrinks from that, because his body is the manifestation of the will to live. However, the struggle with that sentinel is, as a rule, not so hard as it may seem from a long way off, mainly in consequence of the antagonism between the ills of the body and the ills of the mind. If we are in great bodily pain, or the pain lasts a long time, we become indifferent to other troubles; all we think about is to get well. In the same way great mental suffering makes us insensible to bodily pain; we despise it; nay, if it should outweigh the other, it distracts our thoughts, and we welcome it as a pause in mental suffering. It is this feeling that makes suicide easy; for the bodily pain that accompanies it loses all significance in the eyes of one who is tortured by an excess of mental suffering. This is especially evident in the case of those who are driven to suicide by some purely morbid and exaggerated ill-humor. No special effort to overcome their feelings is necessary, nor do such people require to be worked up in order to take the step; but as soon as the keeper into whose charge they are given leaves them for a couple of minutes, they quickly bring their life to an end. When, in some dreadful and ghastly dream, we reach the moment of greatest horror, it awakes us; thereby banishing all the hideous shapes that were born of the night. And life is a dream: when the moment of greatest horror compels us to break it off, the same thing happens. Suicide may also be regarded as an experiment—a question which man puts to Nature, trying to force her to an answer. The question is this: What change will death produce in a man’s existence and in his insight into the nature of things? It is a clumsy experiment to make; for it involves the destruction of the very consciousness which puts the question and awaits the answer. IP: Logged |
silverstone Moderator Posts: 2704 From: Registered: Mar 2006
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posted March 29, 2007 04:20 PM
Interesting...HSC, have you seen the movie, What Dreams May Come ? ------------------ The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ~Robert Frost IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 29, 2007 05:53 PM
Yes.Something funny about happy endings... A movie may end happily, but, in order to end happily, it has to end. Now imagine life. Not like the movies. Every ending a new beginning. Every happiness short-lived. Every climax resolving into disappointment. Struggle after struggle, to maintain our island in the sun. And the only end is death. Rarely is it a happy one. And even a happy death is a new beginning, if we accept the evidence for transmigration. And every new beginning, a struggle from the ground up.
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 29, 2007 06:07 PM
"Whether you are interested in Moksha, Liberation, Freedom, Transformation, you name it, you are interested in happiness without one moment of unhappiness, pleasure without pain, it is the same thing." "You are not ready to accept the fact that you have to give up. A complete and total 'surrender'. It is a state of hopelessness which says that there is no way out. Any movement in any direction, on any dimension, at any level, is taking you away from yourself." "We don't want to be free from fear. All that we want to do is to play games with it and talk about freeing ourselves from fear." "When the movement in the direction of becoming something other than what you are isn't there any more, you are not in conflict with yourself." --U.G. Krishnamurti ("the anti-guru") http://www.well.com/~jct/ IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 29, 2007 06:12 PM
"I became enlightened in spite of my spiritual practice, not because of it.""All these godman, gurus and flunkies are offering us a new oasis. You will find out that it is no different from other mirages." "My teaching, if that is the word you want to use, has no copyright. You are free to reproduce, distribute, interpret, misinterpret, distort, garble, do what you like, even claim authorship, without my consent or the permission of anybody." - U.G. http://www.ugkrishnamurti.org/ IP: Logged |
AcousticGod Knowflake Posts: 12126 From: Pleasanton, CA, USA Registered: May 2005
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posted March 29, 2007 06:19 PM
I love that last quote! That's great, HSC! IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 29, 2007 06:33 PM
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ListensToTrees Knowflake Posts: 3937 From: Infinity Registered: Jul 2005
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posted March 30, 2007 11:16 AM
Heart-Shaped-Cross- these concepts are exactly the ones I have been feeling entangled within! I hope to get my printer working so that I can print out your posts.These concepts were the ones I was trying to solve when I put up my topic in Universal Codes the other day. The knowflakes revealed a lot to me, but I still don't feel I've gotten to the bottom of this. Today I watched film, 'The Prestige'. Something that was said at the end made me think. That all the trouble the magician went through was worth it just to see the look on the audience's faces- to him. Let them know how it all happens and the wonderment; the magic is gone. If I found all the answers to the mysteries in life I was looking for, would that happen to me? Or would creation be never-ending; infinite? What are your thoughts? Do you think that this world is a spirit prison? Love & Moonlight x IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:22 AM
Listens,"All is true." - William Shakespeare IP: Logged |
ListensToTrees Knowflake Posts: 3937 From: Infinity Registered: Jul 2005
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posted March 30, 2007 11:28 AM
Heart-Shaped-Cross,But where does it all lead us to, on a spiritual level? lol IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:36 AM
HAMLET What's the news?ROSENCRANTZ None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. HAMLET Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true. Let me question more in particular: what have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison hither? GUILDENSTERN Prison, my lord! HAMLET Denmark's a prison. ROSENCRANTZ Then is the world one. HAMLET A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst. ROSENCRANTZ We think not so, my lord. HAMLET Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison. ROSENCRANTZ Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind. HAMLET O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. GUILDENSTERN Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. HAMLET A dream itself is but a shadow. ROSENCRANTZ Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. ... HAMLET I have of late--but wherefore I know not-- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me... IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:37 AM
HAMLET To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:40 AM
.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.OPHELIA Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? HAMLET I humbly thank you; well, well, well. OPHELIA My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them. HAMLET No, not I; I never gave you aught. OPHELIA My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. HAMLET Ha, ha! are you honest? OPHELIA My lord? HAMLET Are you fair? OPHELIA What means your lordship? HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? HAMLET Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. HAMLET You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. OPHELIA I was the more deceived. HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? OPHELIA At home, my lord. HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. OPHELIA O, help him, you sweet heavens! HAMLET If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell. OPHELIA O heavenly powers, restore him! HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit OPHELIA O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:46 AM
CLAUDIUS Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:48 AM
Claudius' Prayer KING CLAUDIUS
O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's murder. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this two-fold force, To be forestalled ere we come to fall, Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up; My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'? That cannot be; since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition and my queen. May one be pardon'd and retain the offence? In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it when one can not repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe! All may be well... [Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:55 AM
"But where does it all lead us to, on a spiritual level?"You speak of destinations. First, know where you stand.
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 11:55 AM
Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you havent before Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you havent beforeIf you are confused check with the sun Carry a compass to help you along Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around (repeat 1st verse) Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around If wishes were trees the trees would be falling Listen to reason Season is calling (repeat 1st verse) If wishes were trees the trees would be falling Listen to reason Reason is calling Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around So stand (stand) Now face north Think about direction, wonder why you havent before Now stand (stand) Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you havent (repeat 1st verse) Stand in the place where you are (now face north) Stand in the place where you are (now face west) Your feet are going to be on the ground (stand in the place where you are) Your head is there to move you around, so stand. - michael stipe
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Dew Knowflake Posts: 182 From: UK Registered: Dec 2006
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posted March 30, 2007 02:30 PM
For you HSC. From your posts, and your screen name, I see you have an affinity for christian teachings. http://spiritualteachers.org/b_roberts_interview.htm
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ListensToTrees Knowflake Posts: 3937 From: Infinity Registered: Jul 2005
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posted March 30, 2007 02:44 PM
HSC- I'm so glad to meet (finally) another person who really understands what I have been going on about all these years! Someone to catch this drift.Love the words to the Michael Stipe song. Lol- if wishes were trees...listen to reason.. I still haven't found a conclusion to this yet...lol. For some reason, I keep thinking of words from the film 'Willy Wonka'....Is this relevant? Willy Wonka: [Spoken] Hold your breath Make a wish Count to three [Sung] Come with me And you'll be In a world of Pure imagination Take a look And you'll see Into your imagination We'll begin With a spin Traveling in The world of my creation What we'll see Will defy Explanation If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want to, do it Wanta change the world? There's nothing To it There is no Life I know To compare with Pure imagination Living there You'll be free If you truly wish to be If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want to, do it Wanta change the world? There's nothing To it There is no Life I know To compare with Pure imagination Living there You'll be free If you truly Wish to be IP: Logged |
ListensToTrees Knowflake Posts: 3937 From: Infinity Registered: Jul 2005
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posted March 30, 2007 02:46 PM
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams"IP: Logged |
BlueRoamer Knowflake Posts: 4039 From: Calm Blue Ocean, Calm Blue Ocean Registered: Jun 2003
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posted March 30, 2007 04:13 PM
I noticed that UG died on March 22, IP: Logged |
ListensToTrees Knowflake Posts: 3937 From: Infinity Registered: Jul 2005
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posted March 30, 2007 06:34 PM
I just read this, which I found enlightening:"It is the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion." I like the idea that the universe contains many different layers, dimensions.....that this world is one of the lower realms.....inside I feel I don't belong- I hear another song. I like the idea that this life is a classroom. Some would say we need to immortalize in order to 'ascend'. Even so, we should stick it out until we have accheived our goals; passed our tests.....in my heart I feel that life is sacred and should be treated with respect..... Has anyone ever felt that powerful, external love pouring into their soul? I did, a few times, as a child. It is so powerful it leaves a permanent impression on you. Going to find out more about U.G. IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 08:55 PM
Dew,Thank you for that link. She is amazing. I will be investigating this. Thank you. Blue Roamer,
I didn't know that. Thanks. Listens,
Check out that link Dew posted. It's all about the Dark Night. I don't know how well I can understand your experience. I have my own, and it is more existential than mystical. But I am fascinated with mysticism. I don't know if what I experience is much different from what countless adolescents face, except that I am not an adolescent. I do not know if this makes me immature, or, if it means I have managed to look this transformative experience in the eye longer than most, without letting it form me - or perhaps there's some other explaination. I have heard it said that people of genius are eternal adolescents. Who knows. I like the lyrics to the Willie Wonka song. I know that the Virgo-Pisces polarity is concerned with the relation of reality and fantasy; what is and what seems. I think there is a great secret there, but I dont know much more than this. I think the Dark Night is well-expressed in The Wonkatania: There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're rowing Or which way the river's flowing Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a'blowing? Not a speck of light is showing So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell a'glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes! The danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing!
love, hsc
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7221 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 30, 2007 09:05 PM
I do not know if I have experienced the love you speak of, although I have had experiences of profound unconditional love, unity with the universe, and overwhelming floods of spiritual insights, all of which were occassioned by the use of psychotropic substances, such as those used by Shamans to awaken latent psychic/spiritual abilities, and accelerate the process of transformation.
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