Why did  you stand so close?

The lamb rested and fell asleep.

The sharpness came from a ginsu knife, $19.95 a set. 
The lamb continued to peacefully sleep.

The flock needs a lassie. The shepherd a reason why.

Daisies in the spring from Argentina.


--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, maskedzebra <no_reply@...> wrote:
>
> 
> 
> --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, obbajeeba <no_reply@> wrote:
> 
> Graceless lady you know who I am.
> 
> (Lyric from Stones song you sent me)
> 
> If you are poised so elegantly and wisely on that Montana fence, why did you 
> drop the lumber near my feet?
> 
> It seemed to me the grazing sheep came too close, and one little lamb jumped 
> right into your lap.
> 
> Without really thinking you sheared him with your unthoughtout mind
> Before he was ready to sacrifice his lambness for your love.
> 
> But your farewell words, they tell me I should still look after my flock
> Seeing as how I am the perfect shepherd of my own duncehood.
> 
> Looks as if you still will insist on flowers.
> 
> Let's do some living after we die.
> 
> (Lyric from Stones song you sent me)
> 
> A wall of forest looms above
>          and sweetly the blackbird sings;
> all the birds make melody
>          over me and my books and things.
> 
> There sings to me the cuckoo
>          from bush-citadels in grey hood.
> God's doom! May the Lord protect me
>          writing well, under the great wood.
> 
> St Gall
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> Dreaming of cow pastures and fences is a metaphor for counting sheep.
> One, jump, two, jump, three, jump.
> Sleepy gaze as one grazes on the barley.
> 
> A fence is not, as Vishnu tells of maintaining.
> 
> A fence is not at birth or at death. Transition, balance, keeps me on a fence
> to be climbed, if one wishes to venture to the other side, my dear Kanuk pal.
> I straddle that lumber using my steady pace.
> 
> Border guards could not keep me from climbing the slopes in Montana?
> Border guards could not keep me from Moose Jaw.
> 
> Wild horses http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07CSyTmA1Ic like fences too.
> 
> If you were to unsubscribe, I would turn blue.
> 
> 
> --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, maskedzebra <no_reply@> wrote:
> >
> > I guess I must have been dreaming, obbajeeba. No sticks and stones. Hey 
> > Ravi!
> How about insulting, goading, provoking, violating obbajeeba *after she says
> this*? :-)
> >
> > What you have said here is fiction, baby doll.
> >
> > Your humour mode got the best of you.
> >
> > Says sourpuss Canadian lad.
> >
> > You are—I'm doing the job of Ravi here—quite beautifully sitting on the 
> > fence
> at al times, obbajeeba. We love you, but your charm just might be treacherous
> at any moment.
> >
> > After getting hit like this, though, obbajeeba, maybe it's time for *me* to
> unsubscribe.
> >
> > What do you say to *that*?
> >
> > Do I hear some cheers?
> >
> > Your brilliant humour is your defence—or can be. This was a stupid post,
> obbajeeba.
> >
> > But since "it is not possible to insult, goad, provoke, even violate other
> human beings on this forum" then you won't mind putting this to the test.
> >
> > Love from Robin
> >
> > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, obbajeeba <no_reply@> wrote:
> > >
> > > Pardon me if I point out it is not possible to "insult, goad, provoke, 
> > > even
> violate other human beings on this forum."
> > > There is no flesh or blood, or wine or bread.
> > > Jesus would agree.
> > > Fiction, all the above and all the below. : )
> > >
> > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, maskedzebra <no_reply@> wrote:
> > > >
> > > > Dear Ravi,
> > > >
> > > > You must help me out, Ravi, for I am more perplexed and stymied by a
> particular reality than I think I have ever been over anything I have
> experienced in my life.
> > > >
> > > > Now this is going to be a little complicated, but I am going to do my 
> > > > best
> to clarify just what my question is to you (which I would like answered), so
> that I can resolve this mystery. The mystery, of course, is all about you.
> > > >
> > > > You see, Ravi—I am going to say something terribly obvious here, so stay
> with me,—you do insult, goad, provoke, even violate other human beings on this
> forum. Now, whenever someone actually unjustifiably does something like this,
> there is always evidence—at least there has always been for me, even when I 
> was
> a young child—of the malice, hatred, frustration, violence, resentment—or
> whatever: something negative in other words—in the person who does this. 
> Even, I
> believe if there in fact is some *justifiable* basis for going after a person;
> hardly anyone knows how to do this without exhibiting something deficient or
> distorted in themselves—Judy is an exception to this; or at least so I 
> believe.
> Whatever Judy's problem is—which I am not privy to—it is not evidently a
> personal one. There may be something intrinsically problematic about the
> existential Judy, but for all we know, she could be a tough love secular 
> saint.
> That's my read on her anyhow. But let me get back to my main point: Ravi, in
> your creative confrontations—what I would like to from here on refer to as the
> Ravi Transgressive Mode (RTM)—not only do you not exhibit evidence of your own
> weakness, envy, jealousy, unhappiness etc etc etc; but more than this: *You
> don't give evidence of anything personal at all!* In other words, there is no
> disclosure of who the person Ravi is in the act of deploying your RTM. Now no
> one knows this; no one asks this question; but, as Maharishi was fond of 
> saying,
> everyone *is in the benefit of* this truth: Ravi does not reveal anything 
> about
> himself in the very act of being more outrageous and shameless than anyone I
> have ever known.
> > > >
> > > > Now, as I say, Ravi, I have made it a point of conscientious study 
> > > > since I
> was a small child to see the projection factor in everyone—once they go to the
> negative side of life. Even if they are engaged in an act of justice or
> purportedly righting a wrong: like, say, taking down Saddam. No matter how
> inspired or objective one is in seeing something unattractive or corrupt or
> false in someone, the very act of redressing this is fraught with peril. Not 
> in
> terms of necessarily the final efficacy of the execution of this act; that is,
> stinging the person with the truth—either through irony or just logic and
> reason; through moral embarrassment or humiliation; or whatever is one's means
> of doing this—but in terms of not drawing out some, however infinitesimally,
> unexamined, unresolved, unclarified 'fault' in oneself. When we judge someone
> [which presumably is why Christ uttered those words: Judge not that you be not
> judged"], we almost inevitably—even if we are talking about someone as
> unredeemable as Charlie Manson—show something of the underside of ourselves,
> perhaps something we have never recognized to ourselves, but it is there.
> > > >
> > > > Now in your going after various persons at FFL—I am not going to be
> specific here—you almost make it impossible for someone who is a witness to 
> the
> RTM not to infer that there is something mad, dark, perverted, wrong, negative
> about yourself. But here is where, Ravi, it gets interesting. Not one person 
> at
> FFL—at least based upon my own close inspection—has, *to their own objectified
> and self-evident satisfaction*—found the secret mote in Ravi's eye, the cancer
> in his heart, the blackguard truth in his soul, the insanity in his mind.
> > > >
> > > > So, you can anticipate my hypothesis: it is *this*—the inability
> intuitively or even subconsciously to sense the negative or the insane in 
> you—at
> a gut level—which causes the disorientation, the fury, the anxiety, the
> hostility, the righteous indignation in response to your employing the RTM.
> Sure, people can focus strictly on the content of what you have said, and
> thereby justify their outrage, their retaliation, their sense of having been
> violated; but without actually getting a hold of what it is in you which has
> some correlation with this interpersonal desecration—you essentially refuse to
> defer even in the very least to the felt integrity and privacy of the other
> person: that in fact is the transgressive power of the act: to knowingly 
> ignore
> every tacitly understood taboo within your speaking to someone whom you do not
> know personally: you go for the ultimate shock; and few persons are ready for
> this—I know I wasn't when I first came on FFL":—without, then, sensing the
> psychological cause or even just the experiential origin of the RTM, people 
> are
> left just to lash out in a metaphysical vacuum. Because you have not provided
> them with the infallibly known clues to why you are doing this; how you are
> doing this; and what they should do when you do this.
> > > >
> > > > With me up to this point, Ravi Chivukula [you should use that name in my
> opinion; it has something aristocratic about its sound—for me anyhow]?
> > > >
> > > > We get to the whole point of this post: I would like to ask you, Ravi,
> whether you can explain to me, to us, what are the mechanics, the secret
> mechanics, of your first of all: seeing into people; secondly, how you select
> your tactics in approaching or addressing that person; thirdly, what your
> experience is of yourself in the act of deploying the RTM [just a reminder to
> the reader: that's the Ravi Transgressive Mode—deployed in it most extreme and
> seemingly indefensible form in one post to raunchydog].
> > > >
> > > > You see, no one at FFL has figured out—I certainly haven't—the cause and
> effect principle of the RTM. Because from a psychological or even metaphysical
> level, you leave no trace of yourself when you do this. In fact, *that is the
> very secret potency of the act*: that you don't leave any fingerprints at the
> crime scene that could be identified as belonging to you. There are no 
> forensics
> when it comes to investigating one of Ravi's psychologically illegal acts.
> > > >
> > > > What I want to know, Ravi, is whether you are simply a witness to this
> act—just take one of your posts today—or whether you have access to a means of
> remaining hidden and concealed inside this act such that, when you perform it
> (the RTM), even you have to realize that while it is going on—the enactment of
> this violative performance—*you yourself are forbidden any experience inside
> yourself*—else, if you experienced some thrill or sensation of satisfaction
> while in the act, this would be detected by the person who is the object of 
> your
> analysis, or at least by some more disinterested observer of this execution of
> the RTM.
> > > >
> > > > I still don't believe my experience when I read one of these posts. Now
> there are a number of respectable and even in some cases, honourable, persons 
> on
> FFL who either think you mad, or imbalanced, or rude, or id-driven—or 
> whatever:
> but there is no intuitively felt consensus whatsoever about this. Of course 
> one
> may predicate one's reaction to what you do on the notion of insanity or crazy
> enlightenment or uncouthness or vulgarity or sexual frustration—I am sure 
> there
> is a specific theory that each person at FFL holds about you; but I doubt that
> any are literally identical—although there will be amongst some persons, some
> politically driven need to categorize you without any willingness to entertain
> the complexity of the real facts—and I of course believe I am getting to, or
> near to, the real facts in this post.
> > > >
> > > > But this will never do the job of actually *getting to the secret of the
> RTM*, let alone the secret of Ravi Chivukula. Just answer this one question,
> Ravi: *Are you aware of what is going on here in a way that is consistent with
> all or at least some of what I have said here? That is to say, are you 
> conscious
> of the secret mechanics of hiddenness of the RTM? Do you know something about
> yourself which we could never know?
> > > >
> > > > And don't go telling me all about that Hindu crap: I refuse to attribute
> what you do to the special powers granted or bestowed upon you by your
> Awakening—*But* should you be able to convince me of your sincerity in doing 
> so,
> by all means go ahead and invoke The Beloved, the Existence, the Self of
> whatever. *You see, Ravi Chivukula* I am interested—this is my bias—in the
> PERSON THAT IS RAVI CHIVUKULA. Because he, so far, remains hidden
> altogether—certainly from everyone of us at FFL; and perhaps even from 
> yourself.
> I am particularly interested in whether the latter is true. But for that to be
> true, means that your unconfused mode of transgression of all Western
> Civilization interpersonal protocol, requires you *not to know how you do what
> you do*. And this fascinates me: as in: Is it possible, Ravi, that there is an
> ontological form of transcendence when you insult someone at FFL, such that 
> you,
> in order to do this in the consummate dissonant outrageous way, must yourself 
> be
> detached from the experience when it happens to you; and that only after the
> fact—when you have finished writing your post—are you then permitted the
> satisfaction of taking delight in the extraordinary unconditioned act of
> interpersonal lawlessness that you have just so perfectly committed?
> > > >
> > > > You see, according to my having determined that God is omnisubjective—or
> at least he was when he was around—it must mean that, at all times, you have 
> an
> experience of being Ravi. This experience is somewhere known by a certain
> intelligence in the universe which is not Ravi Chivukula. And if this is true,
> you are having an experience of what it is like to be Ravi when you deploy the
> RTM here at FFL. And yet—this is the whole point of this post—not one of us 
> can
> detect the evidence that you are in fact *having an experience of what it is
> like to be Ravi* while performing this act of ultimate interpersonal
> transgression.
> > > >
> > > > Because, Ravi—I am sure of this—if you were undergoing an experience
> subjectively of being who you are—that is, having a first person ontological
> experience—then I think, with all my obsessive focus on this dimension of a
> person, I at least could detect what that experience is. I cannot. And this 
> goes
> to the wonderful yet vexing mystery of Ravi.
> > > >
> > > > You see, even the gods have a first person ontology when they do what 
> > > > they
> do. Or at least I can't imagine them not having this kind of subjective
> selfhood. I feel with absolute certainty that they do. But in the case of
> yourself your first person ontology—at least in this one act of confronting
> mercilessly, pitilessly, tenaciously a particular poster at FFL—is as if
> suspended from existence. And there is the quintessence of what I am am 
> seeking
> to clarify here, Ravi Chivukula: what is the experiential context of Ravi
> Chvukula when he unabashedly transgresses against the proprietorial privileges
> of a given soul, privileges the person even feels that God must respect. And 
> you
> don't!
> > > >
> > > > Nobody at FFL in my estimation—No, not even you, sweet Barry—nor you,
> puissant Curtis—has the slightest notion of what is going on with Ravi
> Chivukula. Of course in reading these very words you will reflexively,
> involuntarily deny this point—even without taking it in and using the Negative
> Capability which is almost a prerequisite here at FFL—if, that is, you want to
> *discover anything about yourself* through posting and counter-posting at FFL.
> > > >
> > > > So, then Ravi, this is the purpose of my post: to uncover the secret
> mechanics of how you can act in such a radical and impermissible 
> way—manifestly
> doing that which would make people certain of your madness, your id-ness, your
> insecurity, your crudeness, your stupidity, your indulgent recklessness—or
> whatever: every reader on FFL will have formed his or her theory about Ravi
> Chivukula. But there will be no one who—except through some arbitrary and
> abstract theory—can explain the first person ontological secret of Ravi
> Chivukula.
> > > >
> > > > This letter is my attempt to do a service for myself and for everyone 
> > > > who
> has any interest in the Indian yogi living in California: which is to say, 
> track
> you down, corner you, and force you to reveal yourself. I will be most
> interested in seeing whether in answering this post you actually begin to
> disclose something about yourself that so far has remained brilliantly hidden
> from all of us—and perhaps even hidden from yourself.
> > > >
> > > > I take your chanting on that video to offer no clues whatsoever as to 
> > > > the
> answer to my question. And why do I say that? Because the person there, one
> would think, could never do what you do on a regular basis here at FFL. Your
> praises, you should know—your anti-transgressive mode—are revelational as to a
> person who is deeply thoughtful, humble, open, intelligent, and fair. I wonder
> if there is anyone in the world—or has ever been anyone in the world—who could
> so suavely switch from the RTM to the RLM—the Ravi Transgressive Mode to the
> Ravi Loving Mode. It is a mindbreakder. Now tell us something about yourself
> that none of us know, Ravi Chivukula.
> > > >
> > > > Robin
> > > >
> > >
> >
>


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