Comment belwo: **
--- In [email protected], new.morning <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > I was reflecting on Pavarotti and Bergman dying -- both influences on > my "responsive" life. And sitting in silence in awe and remeberance of > both -- thought there are those as ,or more deserving in their > genres, perhaps. > > And feeling their "blessings". Odd, but seemingly real (as you know, > I am cognizant of, and a fan of, the realization of "seems" -- > contrasting with, and distinct from, intersubjective reality), he, > they, gave a blessing in their domain. > > Can't explain it, but different than Mother Theresa's blessings, whose > blessings are in turn different from wide-eyed Mother Meera's -- in > what i feel. Who knows if there is any connection to the "source" of > these feelings, to a "reality-based connection. Whatever that is. But > they feel so real, "real as ritam". > > This lead to: feeling / thinking/ "getting" /groking (not groping > Curtis) that all such "passed on' souls are, or can be, "saints". > Maybe not your everyday Catholic or Hindu saint. However, if one > appreciates their goodness, talents, impact, gifts: then those things > are in some form, or in some parallel or recipricol way, "are rained" > upon you. Not that that should be or is the motivating factor. Heart > felt. Pass the blessings on to the world. > > I suggest, perhaps, if you feel it true: Make a "saint" or anyone > whose virtues you admire. Love them as a role model. Receive their > blessings with openness, if such flows. Regardless, just admire those > qualities. I do with Ingmar and Luccianno. Safe Passage. > **end** Well said, New.Morning. Recognizing any quality in someone is the recognition of that quality in yourself. What you put your attention on . . ., etc. Exaltation.
