[FairfieldLife] Love and God -MMY

[srijau]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7EWDk9S0d8 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7EWDk9S0d8 

[FairfieldLife] Love

[srijau]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_vuAJZ8y50 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_vuAJZ8y50 

[FairfieldLife] Love This Man

[awoelfleba...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]]

[FairfieldLife] Love Handles Can be Good for You

[jr_...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]]

Yes, believe it or not.  Researchers from Switzerland found that these fat 
cells can be reprogrammed to treat diabetes.
 

 'Love Handles' Transformed into Insulin-Producing Cells 
https://www.yahoo.com/news/love-handles-transformed-insulin-producing-cells-150837364.html
 
 
 
https://www.yahoo.com/news/love-handles-transformed-insulin-producing-cells-150837364.html
 
 
 'Love Handles' Transformed into Insulin-Producin... 
https://www.yahoo.com/news/love-handles-transformed-insulin-producing-cells-150837364.html
 A body part that many would wish away — their love handles — can be turned it 
into life-saving transplant: Researchers reprogramed fat cells from a person’s 
w...
 
 
 
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Re: [FairfieldLife] Love & Mercy

[Bhairitu noozg...@sbcglobal.net [FairfieldLife]]

On 09/27/2015 10:00 AM, Sal Sunshine salsunshineini...@gmail.com 
[FairfieldLife] wrote:


On Sep 27, 2015, at 11:26 AM, Bhairitu noozg...@sbcglobal.net 
 [FairfieldLife] 
> 
wrote:




"Love & Mercy" is the story of Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys.  It is 
a surprising good film with Paul Dano playing Wilson in his early days 
and John Cusack playing him in the later years. Elizabeth Banks plays 
Melinda, Wilson's second wife and Paul Giamatti, Dr. Eugene Landy the 
doctor who ran Wilson's life for quite a while.


The casting is so well done that the actors who play the Beach Boys 
look a lot like them.  The studio musicians of The Wrecking Crew were 
well cast too as Hal Blaine is a character in the film.


The film makers, director Bill Pohlad and writer Oren Moverman did not 
just want to show Wilson's tribulations but also his process of 
writing a song and they do an excellent job.  They were assisted in 
the production of the film by Brian himself and his wife Melinda.


*This is quite a story and there is no mention of TM nor Maharishi in 
it but that's because it covers the period before the Beach Boys 
involvement with TM.

*
https://youtu.be/lioWzrpCtGQ

Yep, that’s it, totally.  What flavor Kool-Aide are you drinking 
today, Bhair?  :)


Professional musician's Kool-Aide.  No LSD either.  I saw the Beach Boys 
in fall 1966 in Seattle and was introduced to Mike Love and Al Jardine 
by Stephen Stills in fall 1967.


Pet Sounds came out in 1966 and Smiley Smile in Sept 67.  The Beatles 
met Maharishi in August 67 and went to India in Feb 68.   So most of the 
band in the 60s part was before Maharishi.  And yes the Cusack part 
takes place beginning in the late 70s through early 90s.  If you have 
the disc check out the extras.  I rented it at Redbox on Blu-ray and 
it's not a "rental edition" so I was up to 2 AM to watch all the extras.


Beach Boys discography:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beach_Boys_discography

I also met with Al DeLory who is  portrayed in the film in fall of 
1967.  The band I had in high school had a member who was originally 
from LA and related to the Wilson.


Small world.

The movie opens when he met his second wife, in 86.  And then flashes 
back and forth to the good old days, in the 60s.  Plenty of room to 
mention anything.  The reason they didn’t was undoubtedly because 
after the Beach Boys’ involvement, which for everyone except Mike Love 
lasted about 5 minutes, Brian made it perfectly clear he didn’t give a 
hoot in hell, even going on TV and giving away the mantras.  One of 
his finer performances, I might add. :)


I am enjoying the movie, which I’m watching right now.  Apart from his 
second wife, it focuses on his relationship with his crackpot 
“therapist” Eugene Landy.  For Wilson, as for many, many others, TM 
was an all-too-brief stop in a life filled with far more important 
issues. He just didn’t give a crap.  Get over it.

[FairfieldLife] Love & Mercy

[Bhairitu noozg...@sbcglobal.net [FairfieldLife]]

"Love & Mercy" is the story of Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys. It is a 
surprising good film with Paul Dano playing Wilson in his early days and 
John Cusack playing him in the later years. Elizabeth Banks plays 
Melinda, Wilson's second wife and Paul Giamatti, Dr. Eugene Landy the 
doctor who ran Wilson's life for quite a while.


The casting is so well done that the actors who play the Beach Boys look 
a lot like them.  The studio musicians of The Wrecking Crew were well 
cast too as Hal Blaine is a character in the film.


The film makers, director Bill Pohlad and writer Oren Moverman did not 
just want to show Wilson's tribulations but also his process of writing 
a song and they do an excellent job.  They were assisted in the 
production of the film by Brian himself and his wife Melinda.


This is quite a story and there is no mention of TM nor Maharishi in it 
but that's because it covers the period before the Beach Boys 
involvement with TM.


https://youtu.be/lioWzrpCtGQ

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love & Mercy

[Sal Sunshine salsunshineini...@gmail.com [FairfieldLife]]

On Sep 27, 2015, at 11:26 AM, Bhairitu noozg...@sbcglobal.net [FairfieldLife] 
 wrote:


"Love & Mercy" is the story of Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys.  It is a 
surprising good film with Paul Dano playing Wilson in his early days and John 
Cusack playing him in the later years.  Elizabeth Banks plays Melinda, Wilson's 
second wife and Paul Giamatti, Dr. Eugene Landy the doctor who ran Wilson's 
life for quite a while.  

The casting is so well done that the actors who play the Beach Boys look a lot 
like them.  The studio musicians of The Wrecking Crew were well cast too as Hal 
Blaine is a character in the film.

The film makers, director Bill Pohlad and writer Oren Moverman did not just 
want to show Wilson's tribulations but also his process of writing a song and 
they do an excellent job.  They were assisted in the production of the film by 
Brian himself and his wife Melinda.

This is quite a story and there is no mention of TM nor Maharishi in it but 
that's because it covers the period before the Beach Boys involvement with TM.

https://youtu.be/lioWzrpCtGQ
 
Yep, that’s it, totally.  What flavor Kool-Aide are you drinking today, Bhair?  
:)  The movie opens when he met his second wife, in 86.  And then flashes back 
and forth to the good old days, in the 60s.  Plenty of room to mention 
anything.  The reason they didn’t was undoubtedly because after the Beach Boys’ 
involvement, which for everyone except Mike Love lasted about 5 minutes, Brian 
made it perfectly clear he didn’t give a hoot in hell, even going on TV and 
giving away the mantras.  One of his finer performances, I might add. :)

I am enjoying the movie, which I’m watching right now.  Apart from his second 
wife, it focuses on his relationship with his crackpot “therapist” Eugene 
Landy.  For Wilson, as for many, many others, TM was an all-too-brief stop in a 
life filled with far more important issues. He just didn’t give a crap.  Get 
over it. 

[FairfieldLife] Love Mercy

[s3raph...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]]

Films about real-life rock stars are liable to those cringe-making moments. You 
might hear Keith saying to Mick About our new song Paint It Magenta - what say 
we darken the mood? But Love  Mercy, a new biopic of Beach Boy Brian Wilson 
fighting emerging psychosis in the late sixties (curiously enough about the 
same time he learnt TM) has been getting rave reviews and could be a winner.
 

 
 But then, I enjoyed Stoned (2005) a chronicle of the sordid life and 
suspicious death of Rolling Stones co-founder Brian Jones, who was found in the 
bottom of his swimming pool (curiously enough about the same time he learnt 
TM). Ignore the bad reviews - if you're a Stones fan it's a fun watch.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lioWzrpCtGQ 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lioWzrpCtGQ

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PYegkvibro 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PYegkvibro

[FairfieldLife] Love it!

[Michael Jackson mjackso...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]]

Another TM'er makes good, but I don't think Dick Mays will be posting anything 
about this guy. Next to last paragraph in the article.

“It’s not about what label you wear or title you carry, it’s about what goes on 
inside you,” he said in 2013. “I am a follower of Jesus. I practice … Buddhism. 
I am a student of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi and I am a student in miracles and more 
than anything I am passionate about a path of reality that manifests in love 
and peace.”
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[FairfieldLife] Love and God by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

[s3raph...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]]

Anyone got anything positive to say about this book? I did read it but found it 
rather dreary. It fails as poetry and it fails as mystical literature. Am I 
missing something?
 

 The fact that MMY's other books (which do have something to recommend them) 
Science of Being and Art of Living and On the Bhagavad-Gita were mainly penned 
by his ghost writers is perhaps ominous. But Love and God seems to have been 
composed by His Holiness himself. 
 

 Here, Rick Stanley adds some genuine feeling to Maharishi's words.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7tEPXhfDnQ 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7tEPXhfDnQ

[FairfieldLife] Love This Guy

[awoelfleba...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oH0ReL3Cew 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oH0ReL3Cew

[FairfieldLife] Love Is Not All [1 Attachment]

['Richard J. Williams' pundits...@gmail.com [FairfieldLife]]

It is not meat nor drink: /Love cannot fill the thickened lung with 
breath./ - Edna St. Vincent Milay




http://www.rwilliams.us/words/page02.htm

[FairfieldLife] Love and Transcendence: The Secrets of Lasting Rehabilitation

[nablusoss1008]

Humanitarian Father Gabriel Mejia explains that love is the basis of a 
compassionate society—one that sees homeless children not as problems, but as 
opportunities full of potential. A lack of coherence in society causes greed, 
corruption, poverty, addiction, violence, and cruelty, says Fr. Mejia. The 
solution is to restore balance, coherence, and compassion to the individual and 
society through self-actualization programs like the Transcendental Meditation 
technique.
 
http://www.consciousnesstalks.org/love-and-transcendence-the-secrets-of-lasting-rehabilitation/
 
http://www.consciousnesstalks.org/love-and-transcendence-the-secrets-of-lasting-rehabilitation/

[FairfieldLife] Love All, Serve All - The Story Behind The Hard Rock Cafe

[martin.quickman]

A brilliant retelling of this wonderful story as told by Isaac Tigrett himself 
! A sure winner !! Sai Ram !!

 
http://sathyasaimemories.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/the-story-of-love-all-the-serve-all-message-hard-rock-cafe/http://sathyasaimemories.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/the-story-of-love-all-the-serve-all-message-hard-rock-cafe/
 
http://sathyasaimemories.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/the-story-of-love-all-the-serve-all-message-hard-rock-cafe/
 
http://sathyasaimemories.wordpress.com/2014/03/15/the-story-of-love-all-the-serve-all-message-hard-rock-cafe/

[FairfieldLife] Love this!

[turquoiseb]

Two adventurers swapping stories...

 
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[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Robin Carlsen]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfHnzYEHAow

http://tinyurl.com/c5zz35

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Robin Carlsen]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G05H0QacqQM

http://tinyurl.com/9mclf7j

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Robin Carlsen]

… I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have to 
pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to indulge 
myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in 
boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. 
Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon 
might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning 
the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later 
the sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they 
say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear 
and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, 
as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with 
bites.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[nablusoss1008]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg


Most definately. Because of his usually sany posts I was surpized that he 
slipped into the abyss. 
BTW, thanks for a well written post ! 

 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[merudanda]

Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
which all the trees talk Swedish. The repetition of one's
experiences in a single spot year after year is deadly. But, then, so
too is a life without the need of a job and without the plans that one
is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a
subject for his life and however suffocating this time of year may be it
has always been a time when I am happiest, as if the world had become
composed at last.

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,

A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.

You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.

The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@...
wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and
cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing.
I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a
great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of
the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to
go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on
Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty
of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold
and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green
and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon
there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the
moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and,
as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there
are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are
covered with bites.
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
(New York: Knopf, 1966), 233.


I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to
me to contain something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is
the reason why I like it.

from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
(New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.


  [:x]


 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
  Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly?
 
  This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands
of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the
values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?
 
  This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and
has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn?
 
  This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual
by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each
and all to doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
  This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected,
Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and
generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump
on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?
 
  Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have
THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the
vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
  Great God Almighty I hope you don't.
 
  I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and
whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat
to our slavering dogs.
 
  Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek
out from behind the curtain and get real?
 
  But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at
least, pick on me.
 
  Xeno is gold here.
 
  He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and
it doesn't matter what that attention has as its object of
consciousness, and that he as if bathes the minds here with his clarity
and his kindness?
 
  Can't you feel his vibe?
 
  Edg
 
  --- In 

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Share Long]

Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear Merudanda, 
there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!  And in the Dome 
for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a very minor slogger.

Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to a 
place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet 
moment.  

Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This 
possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non sloggish 
verses.  So beautiful as always...   


Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu who 
are nonetheless probably great flyers 


 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
 

  
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which all 
the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year after 
year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without the 
plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a subject 
for his
life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a time 
when I am
happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
 Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have 
 to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to 
 indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are going 
 out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One day is 
 enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it 
 so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. 
 This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew 
 cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it 
 faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The 
 sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
 the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But 
 with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of
 mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 


I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me to 
contain
something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason why I like 
it.
from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. 


 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
  
  Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
  
  This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of 
  posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values 
  and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post? 
  
  This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has 
  minds so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
  
  This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Robin Carlsen]

Merudanda, you are the necessary angel of FFL, since in your sight I see 
reality again, cleared of its stiff and stubborn pride-locked set.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@... wrote:

 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
 which all the trees talk Swedish. The repetition of one's
 experiences in a single spot year after year is deadly. But, then, so
 too is a life without the need of a job and without the plans that one
 is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a
 subject for his life and however suffocating this time of year may be it
 has always been a time when I am happiest, as if the world had become
 composed at last.
 
 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
 wrote:
 
  … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and
 cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing.
 I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a
 great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of
 the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to
 go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on
 Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty
 of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold
 and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green
 and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon
 there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the
 moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and,
 as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there
 are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are
 covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
 (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233.
 
 
 I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
 Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to
 me to contain something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is
 the reason why I like it.
 
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly Stevens
 (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
 The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
 Call the roller of big cigars,
 The muscular one, and bid him whip
 In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
 Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
 As they are used to wear, and let the boys
 Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
 Let be be finale of seem.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
 
 Take from the dresser of deal.
 Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
 On which she embroidered fantails once
 And spread it so as to cover her face.
 If her horny feet protrude, they come
 To show how cold she is, and dumb.
 Let the lamp affix its beam.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
 
 
   [:x]
 
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
  
   Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
  
   Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly?
  
   This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands
 of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the
 values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?
  
   This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and
 has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn?
  
   This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual
 by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each
 and all to doing this that we do here with mere words?
  
   This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected,
 Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and
 generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump
 on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?
  
   Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have
 THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the
 vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come?
  
   Great God Almighty I hope you don't.
  
   I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and
 whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat
 to our slavering dogs.
  
   Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek
 out from behind the curtain and get real?
  
   But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, 

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[merudanda]

Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should called
upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
Desperate.
Should we now rely on an oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and
resignation and at the same time intensely expressive kind of personal
ontology?
It is only that this warmth and movement are like
The warmth and movement of a woman.

It is not that there is any image in the air
Nor the beginning nor end of a form:

It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
Burns us with brushings of her dress

And a dissociated abundance of being,
More definite for what she is—

Because she is disembodied,
Bearing the odors of the summer fields,

Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
Invisibly clear, the only love.
The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens

It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
  and the compassion.
all possessions,
all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant clarity
and never mind the haunted house
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded centuries.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches tigers
In red weather.t

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@...
wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and
cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing.
I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a
great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of
the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to
go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on
Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty
of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold
and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green
and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon
there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the
moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and,
as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there
are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are
covered with bites.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
  Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly?
 
  This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands
of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the
values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?
 
  This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and
has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn?
 
  This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual
by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each
and all to doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
  This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected,
Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and
generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump
on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?
 
  Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have
THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the
vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
  Great God Almighty I hope you don't.
 
  I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and
whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat
to our slavering dogs.
 
  Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek
out from behind the curtain and get real?
 
  But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at
least, pick on me.
 
  Xeno is gold here.
 
  He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and
it doesn't matter what that attention has as its object of
consciousness, and that he as if bathes the minds here with his clarity
and his kindness?
 
  Can't you feel his vibe?
 
  Edg
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@
wrote:
 
   Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)
 

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[merudanda]

Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should called
upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
Desperate.
Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at the
same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?

It is only that this warmth and movement are like
The warmth and movement of a woman.

It is not that there is any image in the air
Nor the beginning nor end of a form:

It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
Burns us with brushings of her dress

And a dissociated abundance of being,
More definite for what she is-

Because she is disembodied,
Bearing the odors of the summer fields,

Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
Invisibly clear, the only love.
The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens

It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
  and the compassion.
all possessions,
all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant clarity
and never mind the haunted house
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded centuries.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches tigers
In red weather.

Good night everybody [I-)]
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@...
wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear
Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus! 
And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a
very minor slogger.

 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running
away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and
one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when
grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
heat.  It is a very sweet moment.

 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before
nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non sloggish
verses.  So beautiful as always...


 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or
tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers

 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind
boggling



 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
which all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
year after year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
without the plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have
a subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always
been a time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.

 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
wrote:
 
  … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday
and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea
was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is
perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in
the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in
beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Robin Carlsen]

I know of only one person in this world who would prefer the golden red of 
autumn leaves
To riding her blue bicycle into the Plaza where children gather to sing her 
name.
I know of only one person in this world who would prefer starfish in ocean pools
To romance in Monaco moonlight and candlelight on her face.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@... wrote:

 Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should called
 upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
 Desperate.
 Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
 oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at the
 same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?
 
 It is only that this warmth and movement are like
 The warmth and movement of a woman.
 
 It is not that there is any image in the air
 Nor the beginning nor end of a form:
 
 It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
 Burns us with brushings of her dress
 
 And a dissociated abundance of being,
 More definite for what she is-
 
 Because she is disembodied,
 Bearing the odors of the summer fields,
 
 Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
 Invisibly clear, the only love.
 The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens
 
 It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
 auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
   and the compassion.
 all possessions,
 all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
 It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant clarity
 and never mind the haunted house
 The houses are haunted
 By white night-gowns.
 None are green,
 Or purple with green rings,
 Or green with yellow rings,
 Or yellow with blue rings.
 None of them are strange,
 With socks of lace
 And beaded centuries.
 People are not going
 To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
 Only, here and there, an old sailor,
 Drunk and asleep in his boots,
 Catches tigers
 In red weather.
 
 Good night everybody [I-)]
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
 wrote:
 
  Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear
 Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus! 
 And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a
 very minor slogger.
 
  Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running
 away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and
 one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
 press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when
 grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
 heat.  It is a very sweet moment.
 
  Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before
 nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
 possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non sloggish
 verses.  So beautiful as always...
 
 
  Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or
 tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
 
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind
 boggling
 
 
 
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in
 which all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
 year after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
 without the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have
 a subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always
 been a time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
 
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
 wrote:
  
   … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday
 and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
 sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
 it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
 Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
 but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
 burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
 my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[merudanda]

ahhh perfect ...
so i may rest in mind's full moon which shines into the haunting 
darkness of the night -a dispossessed haunted house
and chant the night chant:
The night knows nothing of the chants of night.
It is what it is as I am what I am:
And in perceiving this I best perceive myself

http://vimeo.com/40235412 http://vimeo.com/40235412

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@...
wrote:

 I know of only one person in this world who would prefer the golden
red of autumn leaves
 To riding her blue bicycle into the Plaza where children gather to
sing her name.
 I know of only one person in this world who would prefer starfish in
ocean pools
 To romance in Monaco moonlight and candlelight on her face.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should
called
  upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
  Desperate.
  Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
  oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at
the
  same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?
 
  It is only that this warmth and movement are like
  The warmth and movement of a woman.
 
  It is not that there is any image in the air
  Nor the beginning nor end of a form:
 
  It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
  Burns us with brushings of her dress
 
  And a dissociated abundance of being,
  More definite for what she is-
 
  Because she is disembodied,
  Bearing the odors of the summer fields,
 
  Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
  Invisibly clear, the only love.
  The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens
 
  It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
  auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
and the compassion.
  all possessions,
  all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
  It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant
clarity
  and never mind the haunted house
  The houses are haunted
  By white night-gowns.
  None are green,
  Or purple with green rings,
  Or green with yellow rings,
  Or yellow with blue rings.
  None of them are strange,
  With socks of lace
  And beaded centuries.
  People are not going
  To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
  Only, here and there, an old sailor,
  Drunk and asleep in his boots,
  Catches tigers
  In red weather.
 
  Good night everybody [I-)]
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
  wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
dear
  Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
plus!
  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I
am a
  very minor slogger.
  
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
running
  away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore
and
  one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
  press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly
when
  grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
  heat.  It is a very sweet moment.
  
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
before
  nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
  possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non
sloggish
  verses.  So beautiful as always...
  
  
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
chichi or
  tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
  
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind
  boggling
  
  
  
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
in
  which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
  year after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
  without the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
have
  a subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
always
  been a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
  
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
  wrote:
   
… I have about decided

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
 Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!  And 
 in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a very 
 minor slogger.
 
 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to 
 a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
 natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
 pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
 surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet 
 moment.  
 
 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
 nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.

Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
(in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 hours 
in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should stay all 
day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't include 
sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!


  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non 
sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...   
 
 
 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
 who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
 
 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
   
 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
 all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year after 
 year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without the 
 plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
 subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
 time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
 
 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
  … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
  to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
  have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin 
  to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are 
  going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One 
  day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another 
  day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is 
  indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep 
  blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in 
  the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
  in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms 
  are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are 
  drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number 
  of
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
 Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 
 
 
 I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
 Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me to 
 contain
 something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason why I like 
 it.
 from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
 Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
 The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
 Call the roller of big cigars,
 The muscular one, and bid him whip
 In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
 Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
 As they are used to wear, and let the boys
 Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
 Let be be finale of seem.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
 
 Take from the dresser of deal.
 Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
 On which she embroidered fantails once
 And spread it so as to cover her face.
 If her horny feet protrude, they come
 To show how cold she is, and dumb.
 Let the lamp affix its beam.
 The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. 
 
 
  --- In FairfieldLife

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Robin Carlsen]

Merudanda, you will always defeat the poetry in my heart, because it will never 
be enough to draw from you the secret of your self-concealment. You have given 
us all of your own desires, and now we think of them as our own. This sacrifice 
known only to you and to all those who know they must not ever try to take your 
knowingness from you. It is a form of obedience that you can never teach us. 
Yet we are obedient just enough for you to give us the language of an 
enchantment whose discipline is too pure for the human tragedy we must live 
again today.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@... wrote:

 ahhh perfect ...
 so i may rest in mind's full moon which shines into the haunting 
 darkness of the night -a dispossessed haunted house
 and chant the night chant:
 The night knows nothing of the chants of night.
 It is what it is as I am what I am:
 And in perceiving this I best perceive myself
 
 http://vimeo.com/40235412 http://vimeo.com/40235412
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@
 wrote:
 
  I know of only one person in this world who would prefer the golden
 red of autumn leaves
  To riding her blue bicycle into the Plaza where children gather to
 sing her name.
  I know of only one person in this world who would prefer starfish in
 ocean pools
  To romance in Monaco moonlight and candlelight on her face.
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, merudanda no_reply@ wrote:
  
   Seems  was praying for the wrong kind of sunshine [:D]  should
 called
   upon a W.S.'s Woman Grace whose name was indeed.(MZ knows)
   Desperate.
   Should   we not yagya-te nature and should we now more  rely on an
   oblique in a complex sense of erotic loss and  resignation and at
 the
   same time intensely expressive kind of personal  ontology?
  
   It is only that this warmth and movement are like
   The warmth and movement of a woman.
  
   It is not that there is any image in the air
   Nor the beginning nor end of a form:
  
   It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold
   Burns us with brushings of her dress
  
   And a dissociated abundance of being,
   More definite for what she is-
  
   Because she is disembodied,
   Bearing the odors of the summer fields,
  
   Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent,
   Invisibly clear, the only love.
   The Woman in Sunshine by Wallace Stevens
  
   It's time to rest and relinquish control.Through all of this
   auspiciousness wherever its light may be seen. with the love
 and the compassion.
   all possessions,
   all that are enjoyed, are like rainbows in the sky
   It's time to rest in mind's full moon - empty awareness, radiant
 clarity
   and never mind the haunted house
   The houses are haunted
   By white night-gowns.
   None are green,
   Or purple with green rings,
   Or green with yellow rings,
   Or yellow with blue rings.
   None of them are strange,
   With socks of lace
   And beaded centuries.
   People are not going
   To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
   Only, here and there, an old sailor,
   Drunk and asleep in his boots,
   Catches tigers
   In red weather.
  
   Good night everybody [I-)]
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
   wrote:
   
Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
 dear
   Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
 plus!
   And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I
 am a
   very minor slogger.
   
Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
 running
   away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore
 and
   one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium
   press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly
 when
   grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive
   heat.  It is a very sweet moment.
   
Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
 before
   nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.  This
   possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non
 sloggish
   verses.  So beautiful as always...
   
   
Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
 chichi or
   tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
   

 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind
   boggling
   
   
   
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
 a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
 in
   which all the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
   year after year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
   without the plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[danfriedman2002]

yous in Iowa?!?!???

Here, from the hometown press, is every reason that everyone should live the 
way I do:

http://nsfwcorp.com/dispatch/going-postal-empire-state 

[awoelflebater] Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you 
have to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And 
people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. 
You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it 
doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!

[Share Long]Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, 
dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!  
And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a very 
minor slogger.

 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to 
a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet 
moment.  

Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.

This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non sloggish 
verses.  So beautiful as always...   

Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu who 
are nonetheless probably great flyers 
  
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
   
  
    
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
  all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
  after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
  the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
  subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
  time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
  
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I 
   shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a 
   great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of 
   the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to 
   go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number of
   mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
   from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
  Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 
  
  
  I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
  Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me 
  to contain
  something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason why I 
  like it.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
  Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263.
  The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
  Call the roller of big cigars,
  The muscular one, and bid him whip
  In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
  Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
  As they are used to wear, and let the boys
  Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
  Let be be finale of seem.
  The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
  
  Take from the dresser of deal.
  Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
  On which she embroidered fantails once
  And spread it so as to cover her face

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Xenophaneros Anartaxius]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
 Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have 
 to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to 
 indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are going 
 out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One day is 
 enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it 
 so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. 
 This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew 
 cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it 
 faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The 
 sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
 the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But 
 with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees 
 and wrists are covered with bites.

Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help repel 
them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some pictures, a long 
walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally hundreds of bites, and 
nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting with people like me, when you 
can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Share Long]

I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind.  Maybe I'm more of a 
karma yogi.

People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in evening.  
Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.


But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are others like her and I 
believe her.  


Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher, brings danger.

The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate around 
Stanley Park 



 From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
 

  


--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
 Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!  And 
 in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a very 
 minor slogger.
 
 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to 
 a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of 
 natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this 
 pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I 
 surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet 
 moment.  
 
 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
 nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.

Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
(in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 hours 
in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should stay all 
day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't include 
sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!

  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non 
sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...   
 
 
 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
 who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
 
 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
 
 
   
 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
 all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year after 
 year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without the 
 plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
 subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
 time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
 
 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
  … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
  to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
  have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin 
  to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are 
  going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One 
  day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another 
  day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is 
  indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep 
  blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in 
  the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
  in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms 
  are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are 
  drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number
 of
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly
 Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. 
 
 
 I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice
 Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me to 
 contain
 something of the essential gaudiness of poetry

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
anartaxius@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
  … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to 
  Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have 
  to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to 
  indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are 
  going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One 
  day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another 
  day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is 
  indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep 
  blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in 
  the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
  in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms 
  are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are 
  drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number 
  of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
 
 Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
 repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
 pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
 hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting with 
 people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?

I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno, but I am not 
literate enough to now which one. Judy...?

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind.  Maybe I'm more of 
 a karma yogi.
 
 People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in evening.  
 Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
 But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
 blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are others like her 
 and I believe her.  
 
 
 Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher, brings 
 danger.

No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live that life. I 
do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go stark ravers. But 
since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I guess I don't have to 
worry about it.
 
 The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate around 
 Stanley Park 

Then let's do it.
 
 
 
  From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
   
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
  Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!  
  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a 
  very minor slogger.
  
  Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away 
  to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one 
  museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down 
  on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs 
  and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.  It is a 
  very sweet moment.  
  
  Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
  nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.
 
 Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
 (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 
 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should 
 stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't 
 include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!
 
   This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non 
 sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...   
  
  
  Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
  who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
  
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
  
  
    
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
  all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
  after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
  the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
  subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
  time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
  
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I 
   shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a 
   great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of 
   the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to 
   go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:

 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
   to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
   have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great 
   sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the 
   crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go 
   along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
   with bites.
  
  Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
  repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
  pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
  hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
  with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
 
 I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno, but I am not 
 literate enough to now which one. Judy...?

Oh Lord, here I am mortified that I wrote now instead of know especially 
since editor literate supreme being Judy is going it read it. 
 

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[danfriedman2002]

Ann,

I really, really believe that you wold LOVE NYC (ignore the New
York-hater here),
I'm strapping on my rollerblades right now. Call me.
[awoelflebater]
No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live  that
life. I do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go  stark
ravers. But since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I  guess
I don't have to worry about it.

The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate
around Stanley Park

Then let's do it.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind. 
Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
 
  People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
evening.  Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
  But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are
others like her and I believe her.Â
 
 
  Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher,
brings danger.
 
 
  
   From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
 
 
  Â
 
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
plus!  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So
in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
  
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet moment.ÂÂ
  
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
before nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving
unconditionally.
 
  Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
couldn't!!
 
    This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank
you for very non sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...
ÂÂ
  
  
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
  
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
  
  
   ÂÂ
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
in which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
year after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
without the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
have a subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
always been a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
  
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
maskedzebra@ wrote:
   
… I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea
was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is
perfectly clear and the moon full

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 Ann,
 
 I really, really believe that you wold LOVE NYC (ignore the New
 York-hater here),

You are correct, I really, really do love NYC. Coolest place on the planet, 
summer or winter.

 I'm strapping on my rollerblades right now. Call me.
 [awoelflebater]
 No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live  that
 life. I do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go  stark
 ravers. But since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I  guess
 I don't have to worry about it.
 
 The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate
 around Stanley Park
 
 Then let's do it.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
  
   I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind. 
 Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
  
   People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
 evening.  Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
  
  
   But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
 she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are
 others like her and I believe her.Â
  
  
   Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher,
 brings danger.
  
  
   
From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
  
  
   Â
  
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
 wrote:
   
Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
 dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
 plus!  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So
 in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
   
Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
 running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
 bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
 and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
 exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
 oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet moment.ÂÂ
   
Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
 before nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving
 unconditionally.
  
   Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
 to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
 people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
 something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
 get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
 couldn't!!
  
     This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank
 you for very non sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...
 ÂÂ
   
   
Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
 chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
   

 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
   
   
ÂÂ
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
 a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
 in which all the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
 year after year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
 without the plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
 have a subject for his
life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
 always been a time when I am
happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
   
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
 maskedzebra@ wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
 or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
 sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
 it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
 Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
 but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
 burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
 my skin. The beauty

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[authfriend]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
   to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
   have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great 
   sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the 
   crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go 
   along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
   with bites.
  
  Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
  repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
  pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
  hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
  with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
 
 I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
 but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?

merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[danfriedman2002]

call me

winter, summer, rainy season, dry spell (especially then).

The Now Changed for Good by the Goodness and Kindness I found here on FFL.
[awoelflebater]You are correct, I really, really do love NYC. Coolest place on 
the planet, summer or winter.

[danfriedman2002] Ann, I really, really believe that you wold LOVE NYC (ignore 
the New York-hater here), I'm strapping on my rollerblades right now. Call me.


  [awoelflebater]
  No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live  that
  life. I do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go  stark
  ravers. But since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I  guess
  I don't have to worry about it.
  
  The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate
  around Stanley Park
  
  Then let's do it.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
   
I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind. 
  Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
   
People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
  evening.  Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
   
   
But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
  she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are
  others like her and I believe her.Â
   
   
Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher,
  brings danger.
   
   

 From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
  mind boggling
   
   
Â
   
   
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
  wrote:

 Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
  dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
  plus!  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So
  in that sense I am a very minor slogger.

 Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
  running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
  bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
  and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
  exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
  oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet moment.ÂÂ

 Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
  before nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving
  unconditionally.
   
Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
  to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
  people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
  something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
  get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
  couldn't!!
   
  This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank
  you for very non sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...
  ÂÂ


 Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
  chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers

 
  From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
  mind boggling


 ÂÂ
 Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
  a
 cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
  in which all the trees
 talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
  year after year is
 deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
  without the plans that
 one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
  have a subject for his
 life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
  always been a time when I am
 happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.

 The palm at the end of the mind,
 Beyond the last thought, rises
 In the bronze decor,
 A gold-feathered bird
 Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
 Without human feeling, a foreign song.
 You know then that it is not the reason
 That makes us happy or unhappy.
 The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
 The palm stands on the edge of space.
 The wind moves slowly in the branches.
 The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
  maskedzebra@ wrote:
 
  … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
  or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
  sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
  it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
  Tomorrow several

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[doctordumbass]

Doc sez: yep, you and I and 99% of the meditators are karma yogis - the world 
does not sustain itself on recluses - though it does need a few.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind.  Maybe I'm more of 
 a karma yogi.
 
 People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in evening.  
 Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
 But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
 blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are others like her 
 and I believe her.  
 
 
 Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher, brings 
 danger.
 
 The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate around 
 Stanley Park 
 
 
 
  From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
   
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
  Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!  
  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So in that sense I am a 
  very minor slogger.
  
  Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away 
  to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one 
  museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down 
  on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs 
  and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.  It is a 
  very sweet moment.  
  
  Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
  nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.
 
 Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer 
 (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 
 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should 
 stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't 
 include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!
 
   This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you for very non 
 sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...   
  
  
  Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu 
  who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
  
  
   From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
  
  
    
  Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
  cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which 
  all the trees
  talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
  after year is
  deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
  the plans that
  one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
  subject for his
  life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a 
  time when I am
  happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
  
  The palm at the end of the mind,
  Beyond the last thought, rises
  In the bronze decor,
  A gold-feathered bird
  Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
  Without human feeling, a foreign song.
  You know then that it is not the reason
  That makes us happy or unhappy.
  The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
  The palm stands on the edge of space.
  The wind moves slowly in the branches.
  The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:
  
   … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I 
   shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a 
   great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of 
   the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to 
   go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
   that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
   place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
   intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
   black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
   was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
   tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
   Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
   most uncalled for number
  of
   mosquitoes. My

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
  anartaxius@ wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
   wrote:
   
… I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. 
I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be 
a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several 
of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not 
intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the 
sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The 
beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was 
glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the 
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as 
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is 
perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in 
beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of 
mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
   
   Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
   repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
   pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
   hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
   with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
  
  I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
  but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
 
 merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
 Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
 as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.

This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is going to 
turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't careful. I'll 
probably be the last to realize it however...

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[danfriedman2002]

Dearest Ann,

You and me both.

With Undying Love,
Dan

P.S. Got a message you called. Sitting by the phone.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@...
wrote:



 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@
wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius
anartaxius@ wrote:
   
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
maskedzebra@ wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or
Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that
it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near.
Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish
but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so
burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister
my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea
was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the
sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as
they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is
perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in
the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in
beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of
mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
   
Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use
that help repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to
take some pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got
literally hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother
interacting with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like
this?
  
   I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
   but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
 
  merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
  Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
  as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.

 This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is
going to turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't
careful. I'll probably be the last to realize it however...
 

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Xenophaneros Anartaxius]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:

  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
 anartaxius@ wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote:

 … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross 
 to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall 
 have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great 
 sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the 
 crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go 
 along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday 
 that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this 
 place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and 
 intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and 
 black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there 
 was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full 
 tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge 
 Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a 
 most uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
 with bites.
 
 Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
 repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
 pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
 hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
 with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
 
 I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
 but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
 
 merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
 Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
 as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.
 
 This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is going to 
 turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't careful. I'll 
 probably be the last to realize it however...


I was not attempting irony. I get bit by mosquitoes all the time. I do not wish 
that on Robin. Is Robin running out of material that he must quote other 
sources without attribution? Merudanda is right, it seems to be from a letter 
Wallace Stevens wrote in 1923. Even so, I would not wish a plethora of mosquito 
bites on Robin. You get them up north too, especially further north than BC.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[danfriedman2002]

Dear Doctor, I would like to share the Introducing Quote, from a book
that I am currently writing  Attachment for Enlightenment:

A karma yogi is he who has actively outside and calmness within
himself, like the ocean which is full of turbulent waves and high tides
on the surface and eternal calmness within.*

from: Meditation Easy System Propopunded by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi,
International Meditation Center Honolulu, Hawaii 1958 (page 38)

I have been sharing the Draft with Share Long, who may want to add her
comments. This was my origional intention in joining FFL - to get
imressions and feedback, which are always helpful. You know how
difficult it is to write for an invisible audience. And I so want to do
a worthy job.

I am, at this point, a little wary of the responses this may receive, so
I hope that I have not exposed to much.

Your friend always,
Dan

* I feel this way and Doug Birx, and others, have confirmed this State.


[doctordumbass] Doc sez: yep, you and I and 99% of the meditators are
karma yogis - the world does not sustain itself on recluses - though it
does need a few.

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind. 
Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
 
  People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
evening.  Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
 
 
  But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are
others like her and I believe her.Â
 
 
  Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher,
brings danger.
 
  The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller
skate around Stanley Park
 
 
  
   From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
 
 
  Â
 
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
plus!  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So
in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
  
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet moment.ÂÂ
  
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
before nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving
unconditionally.
 
  Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
couldn't!!
 
    This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank
you for very non sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...
ÂÂ
  
  
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
  
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
mind boggling
  
  
   ÂÂ
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
in which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
year after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
without the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
have a subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
always been a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
  
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen
maskedzebra@ wrote:
   
… I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday
or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote:

 Might run into ex.  And get pre engaged again (-:

You're a good sport Share.
 
 
 
 
  From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
 To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
 Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 10:15 AM
 Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind boggling
  
 
   
 
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
 
  I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind.  Maybe I'm 
  more of a karma yogi.
  
  People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in 
  evening.  Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
  
  
  But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very 
  blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are others like 
  her and I believe her.  
  
  
  Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher, brings 
  danger.
 
 No judgment here dear Share. It is just so foreign to me to live that life. I 
 do not think less of any that do choose it but I would go stark ravers. But 
 since I am forever banned from campus and the Dome I guess I don't have to 
 worry about it.
  
  The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller skate 
  around Stanley Park 
 
 Then let's do it.
  
  
  
   From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
  To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
  boggling
  
  
    
  
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
  
   Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear 
   Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years 
   plus!  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  
   So in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
   
   Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running 
   away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and 
   one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium 
   press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when 
   grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive 
   heat.  It is a very sweet moment.  
   
   Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before 
   nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving unconditionally.
  
  Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to 
  suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people 
  spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You 
  should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it 
  doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!!
  
    This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank you 
  for very non sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...   
   
   
   Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or 
   tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers 
   
   
From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re: mind 
   boggling
   
   
     
   Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a
   cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in 
   which all the trees
   talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year 
   after year is
   deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without 
   the plans that
   one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a 
   subject for his
   life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been 
   a time when I am
   happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. 
   
   The palm at the end of the mind,
   Beyond the last thought, rises
   In the bronze decor,
   A gold-feathered bird
   Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
   Without human feeling, a foreign song.
   You know then that it is not the reason
   That makes us happy or unhappy.
   The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
   The palm stands on the edge of space.
   The wind moves slowly in the branches.
   The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
   wrote:
   
… I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or 
Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there 
sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel 
that it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. 
Tomorrow several of the crowd

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[doctordumbass]

The Good Doctor replies, yes, the difference between a karmic yogi and a 
recluse are two different paths to God, one through activity and the world, and 
the other path, from what I have read, is reclusive, though just as rewarding 
to those few who choose that way to God.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, danfriedman2002 no_reply@... wrote:

 Dear Doctor, I would like to share the Introducing Quote, from a book
 that I am currently writing  Attachment for Enlightenment:
 
 A karma yogi is he who has actively outside and calmness within
 himself, like the ocean which is full of turbulent waves and high tides
 on the surface and eternal calmness within.*
 
 from: Meditation Easy System Propopunded by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi,
 International Meditation Center Honolulu, Hawaii 1958 (page 38)
 
 I have been sharing the Draft with Share Long, who may want to add her
 comments. This was my origional intention in joining FFL - to get
 imressions and feedback, which are always helpful. You know how
 difficult it is to write for an invisible audience. And I so want to do
 a worthy job.
 
 I am, at this point, a little wary of the responses this may receive, so
 I hope that I have not exposed to much.
 
 Your friend always,
 Dan
 
 * I feel this way and Doug Birx, and others, have confirmed this State.
 
 
 [doctordumbass] Doc sez: yep, you and I and 99% of the meditators are
 karma yogis - the world does not sustain itself on recluses - though it
 does need a few.
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote:
  
   I gave it a good try, Ann.  But not for this body mind. 
 Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi.
  
   People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in
 evening.  Torture, if you ask me.  Spiritual Warriors truly.
  
  
   But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and
 she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc.  She says there are
 others like her and I believe her.Â
  
  
   Better one's own dharma.  The dharma of another, though higher,
 brings danger.
  
   The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver.  Want to roller
 skate around Stanley Park
  
  
   
From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
   To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
   Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM
   Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
  
  
   Â
  
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@
 wrote:
   
Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you,
 dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years
 plus!  And in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!  So
 in that sense I am a very minor slogger.
   
Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of
 running away to a place with better climate and at least one good
 bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity
 and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's
 exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that
 oppressive heat.  It is a very sweet moment.ÂÂ
   
Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step
 before nirvana.  Or at least the next step to loving
 unconditionally.
  
   Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have
 to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And
 people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or
 something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they
 get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it
 couldn't!!
  
     This possibility is what keeps me slogging.  Thank
 you for very non sloggish verses.  So beautiful as always...
 ÂÂ
   
   
Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without
 chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers
   

 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno  --  Re:
 mind boggling
   
   
ÂÂ
Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for
 a
cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests
 in which all the trees
talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot
 year after year is
deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and
 without the plans that
one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must
 have a subject for his
life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has
 always been a time when I am
happiest, as if the world had become composed at last.
   
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
anartaxius@... wrote:

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:
 
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
  
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
  anartaxius@ wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
  wrote:
 
  … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
  cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. 
  I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be 
  a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several 
  of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not 
  intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the 
  sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The 
  beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was 
  glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the 
  sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as 
  they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is 
  perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in 
  the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in 
  beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number of 
  mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites.
  
  Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that help 
  repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take some 
  pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got literally 
  hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother interacting 
  with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty like this?
  
  I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
  but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
  
  merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
  Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
  as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.
  
  This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty soon it is going to 
  turn the corner into actual, literal truth if we all aren't careful. I'll 
  probably be the last to realize it however...
 
 
 I was not attempting irony. 

Phew, I thought I was losing my touch there. Glad to know I wasn't totally off 
mark, or maybe you are being ironic and I am missing the boat and you are 
laughing at me. But, I don't think you are mean like that so I will stick with 
my original perception, no irony here. 

I get bit by mosquitoes all the time. I do not wish that on Robin. Is Robin 
running out of material that he must quote other sources without attribution? 
Merudanda is right, it seems to be from a letter Wallace Stevens wrote in 
1923. Even so, I would not wish a plethora of mosquito bites on Robin. You get 
them up north too, especially further north than BC.

Not many on Vancouver Island fortunately, that West Nile is scary because the 
skeeters could give it to my horses and that would make me very sad.

And on the subject of attribution I am not so great at knowing where many of 
these wonderful quotes/poems/excerpts that various members post here and 
therefore I would love to know the sources, the authors. I think that many 
times that is omitted, at least initially, on purpose as it adds some dimension 
of surprise or effect or power to the anonymous quote so I will respect that as 
well and go with the flow.

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[authfriend]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote:
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ 
 wrote:
 
  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote:
  
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote:
   
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius 
   anartaxius@ wrote:
  
   --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ 
   wrote:
  
   … I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and 
   cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there 
   sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel 
   that it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. 
   Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish 
   but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so 
   burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might 
   blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This 
   morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it 
   grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in the 
   morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud 
   in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The 
   palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell 
   said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most 
   uncalled for number of mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered 
   with bites.
   
   Take care about those mosquitoes, there are things you can use that 
   help repel them - sometimes. I once was in an estuary trying to take 
   some pictures, a long walk through a forested area nearby and I got 
   literally hundreds of bites, and nothing would repel them. Why bother 
   interacting with people like me, when you can enjoy outdoor beauty 
   like this?
   
   I'm pretty sure that is an excerpt from a novel there Xeno,
   but I am not literate enough to now which one. Judy...?
   
   merudanda identified it as an excerpt from a letter of
   Wallace Stevens. I suspect Xeno's response is intended
   as an attempt to join the Irony Club hereabouts.
   
   This irony stuff is getting subtler and subtler. Pretty
   soon it is going to turn the corner into actual, literal
   truth if we all aren't careful. I'll probably be the last
   to realize it however...
  
  I was not attempting irony. 
 
 Phew, I thought I was losing my touch there. Glad to know I
 wasn't totally off mark, or maybe you are being ironic and
 I am missing the boat and you are laughing at me.

I believe he is, Ann. Not even Xeno could have thought even
for a moment that Robin had written that paragraph, nor that
Robin was trying to pass it off as his own. And it's pretty
hilarious that Xeno actually went to check up on merudanda's 
identification of it.

But perhaps *you're* being ironic and *I'm* missing the boat!

 But, I don't think you are mean like that so I will stick
 with my original perception, no irony here. 
 
 I get bit by mosquitoes all the time. I do not wish that on Robin. Is Robin 
 running out of material that he must quote other sources without 
 attribution? Merudanda is right, it seems to be from a letter Wallace 
 Stevens wrote in 1923. Even so, I would not wish a plethora of mosquito 
 bites on Robin. You get them up north too, especially further north than BC.
 
 Not many on Vancouver Island fortunately, that West Nile is scary because the 
 skeeters could give it to my horses and that would make me very sad.
 
 And on the subject of attribution I am not so great at knowing
 where many of these wonderful quotes/poems/excerpts that
 various members post here and therefore I would love to know
 the sources, the authors. I think that many times that is
 omitted, at least initially, on purpose as it adds some
 dimension of surprise or effect or power to the anonymous quote
 so I will respect that as well and go with the flow.

Of course. Xeno knows that. But he had to take another dig
at Robin.

It's easy enough to determine where a quote is from, at 
least if it's from anything that's on the Web: just pick a
unique phrase in the quote and Google it. Unless merudanda
owns the collection of Stevens letters this came from and
is pretty familiar with it, that's how she identified it.

[FairfieldLife] Love in 'Thank You Hater!' in a true ShareLong-enough-style

[merudanda]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdKc-jJq65U
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdKc-jJq65U
Frequent online commenter with infrequent good manners in the Science of
Being and Art of Leaving aggressive and in-constructive comments on the
internet pages of others , in particular on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter
and blogs  — are coming to the fore in Internet culture.
You can't read that  scientific and artistic dropping and transcendental
gaps  at FFL  [:D] but still   it's a joy to watch
  [http://i.ytimg.com/vi/zdKc-jJq65U/0.jpg]

Comedian  Isabel Fay's tirade against online bullies – which
features Richard Herring and Josie Long -released an overly sweet
YouTube video in which she and other victims of abusive comments
satirically thank them for all the terrible things they've written.
(Warning: some inevitable profanity in the video) An ironically cheerful
song-and-dance routine after initially showing her sitting in a cafe,
where she reads a comment posted online Fay's lyrics themselves are the
most biting and irony drenched, for example, as she sings to a poppy
beat after a Samba instrumental:

You wished me cancer and misspelled cancer

But I know that it's a metaphor. You hope that I will grow,

Haters, they're gonna hate, right? So the only adequate response to
such hatred  in a true in our beloved ShareLong-enough-style is to fight
them with embracing love.

At least that's what these guys have done, instead of fighting fire
with fire, they've thanked them for their services to hate.
And sleepy merudanda  with stiff fingers but laughing tears in his eyes
add :
Let joy be unconfined .congratulations to all who made that. IMHO. A
masterpiece.
Good cheerful night and thanks for taking your time

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love in 'Thank You Hater!' in a true ShareLong-enough-style

[Share Long]

dear merudanda, Josie Long!  My long lost cousin!  No pun intended   How did 
you, my ever wondrous Renaissance Man, find fun Josephine lost these many years 
to kith and kin?  Of course she used to try to scratch out my eye balls when we 
were young and spending the weekend at Granny's house.  But hey, what are 
cousins for?  And I don't blame her as I was Granny's favorite.  For which 
Grandad hated me too.  Sigh.  But you were so wise in what you offered to mae 
hem.  Don't we just love families?  Well, eventually!  Even this one at FFL so 
artistic and spiritual and scientific too.  What a gang!  I learn so much each 
day, dearest far away.  And I agree with your humble assessment.  A masterpiece 
indeed.  Highest good and happiness to all involved in such a cinematic 
endeavor.  PS just fyi, I think my legs are way nicer than hers.  IMHO.  Sorry 
to be so superficial on a Sunday.  Sweet dreams and deep deep sleep.  Here's a 
little Enya
 just in case you might enjoy.  Some pics are a little disturbing and don't 
really fit music.  I'm still learning from you.  Where do you find these gems 
you post, oh Most Creative One?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIpt_BIrIzM



 From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Sunday, August 26, 2012 9:03 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love in 'Thank You Hater!' in a true  
ShareLong-enough-style
 

  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdKc-jJq65U 
Frequent online commenter with infrequent good manners in the Science of Being 
and Art of Leaving aggressive and in-constructive comments on the internet 
pages of others , in particular on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter and blogs  — are 
coming to the fore in Internet culture.
You can't read that  scientific and artistic dropping and transcendental gaps  
at FFL but still   it's a joy to watch


Comedian  Isabel Fay's tirade against online bullies – which features Richard 
Herring and Josie Long -released an overly sweet YouTube video in which she and 
other victims of abusive comments satirically thank them for all the terrible
 things they've written. (Warning: some inevitable profanity in the video) An 
ironically cheerful song-and-dance routine after initially showing her sitting 
in a cafe, where she reads a comment posted online Fay's lyrics themselves are 
the most biting and irony drenched, for example, as she sings to a poppy beat 
after a Samba instrumental:


You wished me cancer and misspelled cancer

But I know that it's a metaphor. You hope that I will grow,

Haters, they're gonna hate, right? So the only adequate response to such 
hatred  in a true in our beloved ShareLong-enough-style is to fight them with 
embracing love.

At least that's what these guys have done, instead of fighting fire with fire, 
they've thanked them for their services to hate. 
And sleepy merudanda  with stiff fingers but laughing tears in his eyes add : 
Let joy be unconfined .congratulations to all who made
 that. IMHO. A masterpiece. 
Good cheerful night and thanks for taking your time

 

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Duveyoung]

Really? Nablusoss1008, really?

Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 

This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and truths 
of every statement? For free to any who would post?   

This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds so 
delicate but iron-stubborn? 

This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
doing this that we do here with mere words?

This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all person, 
and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?

Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
consciousness of all the generations to come?

Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  

I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls and 
reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our slavering 
dogs.

Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
behind the curtain and get real?

But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
pick on me.  

Xeno is gold here.  

He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?

Can't you feel his vibe?  

Edg

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@... wrote:

 Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[awoelflebater]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?
 
 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? 
 
 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts 
 and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and 
 truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?   
 
 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds 
 so delicate but iron-stubborn? 
 
 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying 
 every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and all to 
 doing this that we do here with mere words?
 
 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who 
 is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all 
 person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were Edg on his nut 
 buggy?
 
 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be 
 here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the 
 consciousness of all the generations to come?
 
 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.  
 
 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls 
 and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our 
 slavering dogs.
 
 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out from 
 behind the curtain and get real?
 
 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, 
 pick on me.  
 
 Xeno is gold here.  
 
 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't 
 matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as 
 if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness?
 
 Can't you feel his vibe?  
 
 Edg

If your outrage is sincere then I find this post most interesting, and 
arresting.
 
 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:
 
  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling

[Ravi Chivukula]

Whoa..relax Edg, you are hyperventilating, there's no conspiracy, no
alien invasion, notice the little smiley at the end of Nabby's
message, yeah, yeah? You see it?..yes..ha..see..? Also remember this
simple construct, Nabby = Smiley, it shouldn't be too hard for you - OK?
So there's really no conspiracy theory, no lynching, no mob attacks on
Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius's neo advaita-platitudes, love-bliss
constructs, his status as Messiah of Mayans, Maitreya of Morons, ergo no
one's coming after you either. OK? -now go play along on that tri-cycle.

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote:

 Really? Nablusoss1008, really?

 Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly?

 This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of
posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the
values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post?

 This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has
minds so delicate but iron-stubborn?

 This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by
tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns each and
all to doing this that we do here with mere words?

 This group?  Really?  This is the group from which you've selected,
Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and
generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump
on as if he were Edg on his nut buggy?

 Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have
THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the
vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come?

 Great God Almighty I hope you don't.

 I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and
whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat
to our slavering dogs.

 Just once.  JUST ONCE.  Come on, just once.  Could you please peek out
from behind the curtain and get real?

 But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at
least, pick on me.

 Xeno is gold here.

 He gives his attention.  Don't you get that attention is love, and it
doesn't matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness,
and that he as if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his
kindness?

 Can't you feel his vibe?

 Edg

 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote:

  Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-)

[FairfieldLife] Love song

[iranitea]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mR1sP0hBuN8

[FairfieldLife] Love Supreme

[iranitea]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7c9g7Gzg9Ew

[FairfieldLife] 'Love Shack~Baby!' ...... B-52's

[Robert]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ0s82qmQAo

[FairfieldLife] Love/ Eldfjall:At the heart of life and death not for an American audience?

[merudanda]

Love/ Eldfjall:At the heart of life and death not for an American
audience?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5Hr3eJc88w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZ5MqJwP6AQ

Haneke's Love may be marked as a shift away from his preoccupation
with violence eg.The White Ribbon and 2005's Hidden, IMHO choose
again a violent topic but again demonstrates his acute empathy for
tenderness and feelings. Here inLove- in a series of small clinical
steps that metamorphose into embraces-so deep- through gestures, looks
alone, and mundane (but always filmed very discreetly) day-to-day
life,no philosophy, sentimentality, or superfluous words -, that they
shimmer of the surface.
Michael Heneke's Love is lauded as an elegiac tale of an elderly
couple (starring by an restrained-never tries to seduce its audience
with melodramatic effects -performances of  the exceptional Emanuele
Riva (85 years old) and Jean-Louis Trintignant (81 years old), two
legendary figures in European cinema) facing the inescapable, yet no
less tragic march of death.
Haneke discreetly and masterfully delves into  the increasing gulf
between the time for death approaching inside the apartment:
-the temptation of suicide -  saving appearances to the point of total
isolation, - all the steps in loss of communication ending in snippets
of sentences -the addition of rare breaks, like a nightmare, a
hallucination, moments of slapstick humor -chiseled dialogues will many
silent intervals, music, a radio, a newspaper being read out loud…
and the time for life in the invisible outside world-:
interjected by a few visits (the couple's daughter played by Isabelle
Huppert, the building's doormen, the nurses, one of Anne's old
classmates who used to be a piano teacher,too).

In Volcano / Eldfjall, a love story about dealing with the choices of
the past -not karmic events but again about the difficulties of the
present in order to embrace the future, the visual and audio
storytelling  are similar to Love important tools to show emotions and
the narrative gain certain real feeling and approach, but the simplicity
of the sound and visual design  gives IMHO the film a spiritual poesy.

Both film spares the audience nothing and seems delicate work of a kind
of  Zen-inspired-film-making, centered on the essence of what it means
to be human, the succession of little nothings that make up a whole.
And does it so with such economy of means that it creates a remarkable
intensity in its simplicity of the narrative .that it seems
to be not for an American audience.

[FairfieldLife] Love This

[awoelflebater]

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; 
it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. 
During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people 
went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician 
playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up 
to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the 
money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the 
man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him 
along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the 
mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the 
time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, 
without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a 
while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He 
collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed 
it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented 
musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces 
ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in 
Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was 
organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about 
perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a 
commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we 
stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in 
the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we 
missing?

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love This

[Emily Reyn]

I've read this story..it is a good one and saw Joshua Bell recently here in 
Seattle - a beautiful experience.

Here is another thing my daughter shared with me today..good for a laugh..and 
musical as well.

http://youtu.be/vHKogawGv_s




 From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com 
Sent: Sunday, February 19, 2012 6:10 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love This
 

  
A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; 
it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. 
During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people 
went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician 
playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up 
to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the 
money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the 
man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him 
along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the 
mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the 
time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, 
without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a 
while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He 
collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed 
it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented 
musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces 
ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in 
Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was 
organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about 
perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a 
commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we 
stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in 
the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we 
missing?


 

[FairfieldLife] Love is totally impersonal.

[nablusoss1008]

Love is totally impersonal. That is why it is called the `Sword of
Cleavage'. It divides by the fact that people respond to this
impersonal energy in whatever way they are motivated. If they are
motivated by good, desire for the best for all humanity, they will take
that aspect and act on it. If their motive is `evil', for want
of a better word, if it is separative, non-inclusive, they will take
that same energy of love and be galvanized in the opposite direction. So
it stimulates everything, the good and the bad, the selfish and the
altruistic. That is why Maitreya has to be very careful with it, very
skillful, to make sure that the right reaction is uppermost.

We think of love as something completely personal; we love some people
and we dislike other people. But love is nothing to do with that. It is
an unbroken stream of God-given energy which magnetically ties together
the tiny little blocks of matter which make the universe, and, at the
same time, the individual blocks which make a group. (Benjamin Creme,
Maitreya's Mission Volume Two)



http://share-international.org/magazine/old_issues/2011/2011-10.htm#soft\
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http://share-international.org/magazine/old_issues/2011/2011-10.htm#sof\
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[FairfieldLife] Love

[Denise Evans]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3A2ZwMSZvnM

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love

[Denise Evans]

Of course, the line in this I was listening to was Allah, I long to escape the 
prison of my ego.



From: Denise Evans dmevans...@yahoo.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Saturday, November 5, 2011 7:57 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love


  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3A2ZwMSZvnM
 

[FairfieldLife] Love Bite

[Yifu]

by Laurie Lipton
...evocative of Grimm's Fairy Tales:

http://www.juxtapoz.com/Current/laurie-lipton-qlove-biteq-print-by-the-loyal-subects

[FairfieldLife] Love Potion

[Yifu]

by Holly Wood
http://artfangs.com/NewFiles/IllusLove.html

[FairfieldLife] Love Guru?

[cardemaister]

My interest into movies is almost nil. Prolly because
there might be some bad chip in my brains
that prevents me from enjoying most movies. Some of
the exceptions are Laurel and Hardy, the Finnish
director Aki Kaurismäki's films and Clint Eastwood
stuff. OTOH, e.g. Inland Empire is IMO really boring.

I guess it's not hard to understand why I sat through
Love Guru. Tend to agree with the host of one-starrers
on IMDB:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0811138/usercomments?start=20


How did Mike Myers get a career in Hollywood, period? none of his films are 
funny. Not even Wayne's World. Sure, I used to laugh like an idiot as his 
Austin Powers films when I was little, but keep in mind, I was a kid, I would 
be amused by anything, even if it's stupid today. I had somewhat of a hope for 
it because of Romany Malco who did pretty well in 40-year old virgin, I liked 
his character and it's a shame he signed on to this crap-fest of a film. Hell, 
SuperHero Movie is funnier than this crap.

[FairfieldLife] Love is Evil!

[blusc0ut]

This is by one of the most prolific modern philosophers, certainly the most 
important Slovenian,Slavoj Žižek. He starts out by citing quantum physics, 
espousing ideas that we feel all familiar with, who got injected a fair dose of 
Hagelin, that creation actually comes out by a disturbance of equilibrium of 
the original vacuum (translation for TMers: unified field). His explanation of 
love is somewhat unusual, and I dedicate it to all who love me, love Maharishi, 
well love everybody around here soo much. Jai Guru Dev.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJPhA9TGRlsNR=1

PS. I found this as I was searching about Freud's Civilization and Its 
Discontents, noticing that people around here, and not just here, but in 
general, act illogically, irrational, well mad. So, I came across this: 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozMqT1HrAvg This may serve some kind of 
introduction, but here is a more difficult to read article:
http://www.braungardt.com/Essays/Freud%27s%20view%20of%20Religion.htm

I think what is here applied to religion and culture in general, can also be 
applied to TM and the TM movement, it's disconnect from 'reality', its attempt 
to substitute it by it's own reality, the creation of an utopia through group 
practice, Maharishi as a father figure, who actually stands for the law 
(natural law, purity of teaching, restriction for domes, sanctioning). I know, 
it's just another theory, its not perfect, but I think its very powerful 
nevertheless. Interestingly Freud got the term 'oceanic feeling' from Romain 
Rolland, who was a friend of Freud, and which was the starting point of this 
book. Anyway, some may think that this kind of analysis is un-spiritual and 
negative, but I do think that it explains some of the oddities of things and 
develoments in the movement, we discussed here recently. It continuous to amaze 
me of how much of our own cultural, christian heritage actually lies within the 
TM movement, or eastern spiritual movements in the west in general. It all just 
comes along in an Indian garb, and Maharishi was intuitively able to appeal to 
it. He delivered what was demanded.

[FairfieldLife] Love Parade: rakSashas to blame??

[cardemaister]

Did this happen less than 50 miles away from
Vlodrop?

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-10753448

[FairfieldLife] LOVE is the only solution, the only true religion !

[anatol_zinc]

LOVE is the only solution, the only true religion !

Amma replies that Her religion is Love when asked what her religion  is.
Also, it seems to me that Love is what Christ, Buddha, Krishna and  many
saints lived and taught; they did not directly create Christianity, 
Buddhism, Hinduism, etc, the followers did.

However, what we see in the world is selfishness leading to what…it 
seems the whole world is bent on a suicide mission with thousands of 
harmful chemicals, processed foods, wars, mindless technological 
ambitions, careless use of Mother Earth's resources, health
care for  profit, hypocrisy, everything for profit…

The following is my attempt at understanding Love from my own 
experiences, from Amma and others in view of what is happening in the 
world. Bear in mind that this is merely my POV at this time and I 
believe that each one of us( 7 billion ) has a unique POV sort of like 
no two snowflakes are alike; on the other hand, there is commonality in 
what is called the universal eternal spiritual principles which I want 
to focus on here:

it is said that there is nothing but  God and that God is Love
and that LOVE is what we really are

LOVE is our essential nature, our real identity

if this is not our experience, at least some glimpses here and there,
there must be something blocking that

it is the mind that either can be used as a tool to search for TRUTH 
which is
LOVE

or, the mind can be misused to veil and block LOVE
This happens when the intellect has decided that it is capable of 
knowing TRUTH without LOVE
which is not possible because LOVE is TRUTH

it seems to me: LOVE is the highest truth; not facts, not science

no matter how clever, no matter how scientific,
no matter how clear and true intellectual knowledge seems to be,
no matter what the facts seem to be,
without LOVE, FEAR will be present
FEAR veils LOVE and blocks LOVE from flowing

without a firm resting in the heart, it is simply the nature of 
mind-intellect-ego, as a continuous stream of thoughts in the head, to 
create more and more knowledge, perhaps with the best of intellectual 
intentions,  until complexity, confusion, and all sort of frustrating 
problems arise; then the intellect is engaged in trying to solve the 
problems which it helped to create in the first place; meanwhile many 
catch 22 situations arise and intellectual/scientific solutions are 
never enough; as is obvious from world events, all this seems to be 
heading in the direction of self-destruction …

you are indeed fortunate if your mind gets exhausted, takes a break, 
leaves the head, and rests in the peacefulness of your heart where there
are no thoughts; then perhaps it will dawn on you that Love is
the  only solution for all the problems that the mind has created

Amma says A one word solution to all  the problems the world is
facing today is Compassion [Love ].

Even Einstein said that the rational  mind is a terrible master, but
can be very useful as a servant [of Love].  The mind is very powerful,
it creates the world as I understand it, it  is Maya and needs to be
used with the greatest of create in service to  Love

here, we are talking about Unconditioned Love which we call God
and about Unconditioned Truth which we also call God

or we can call it peaceful spacious loving awareness

we are not talking about emotionalism,
although positive emotions do have their own proper functionality,

God's Love is Presence and Energy
or as Robert Adams said the current that knows the way
Amma says God will take care of us when ego is surrendered
also Jesus and all mahatmas say that there is a universal force of  Love
that will sustain us and function through us to the extent we allow  it
by getting our egos out of the way

in order for the heart to open so that real unconditioned love may be 
experienced,
it may be necessary to  do some selfless-service, take care of a 
relative or friend, help a  homeless person, feel the suffering of the 
world, pray, meditate on the heart center, read some or many spiritual 
books, contemplate spiritual aphorisms, go for a walk and gaze at the 
sky, gaze at the stars, go within, rest in the peacefulness of the 
heart, and do some self-inquiry  such as ~ What is love? What is truth? 
What is God? What am I? What is permanent? What is temporary? Who am I? 
Who is Amma?

To jumpstart your spiritual quest or to enhance it significantly, 
getting a hug from Amma can be a very pleasant unimagined surprise. Amma
is currently touring America and will end in Canada  on July 22nd
http://amma.org/tours/amma-tours/n_america.html
http://amma.org/tours/amma-tours/n_america.html


Here is a short video by our friend Stuart explaining Love beautifully 
in English
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFFkACy0tcg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFFkACy0tcg

let everyone be right… because they are…what can you do?...
everyone's POV  is the right one……underneath it all, is only
Love…the  Love, it cures all…the Love goes on… 

[FairfieldLife] Love Happens

[Mike Dixon]

I saw *Love Happens* last night. It's a pretty heavy drama, I think many 
FairfieldLifers would enjoy. It's about a *self help guru* played by Aaron 
Eckhart who has trouble helping himself. Could be an Academy Award nomination 
here for best actor. I'm not normally into chick flix , but this was excellent. 
Enjoy.


  

[FairfieldLife] ‘Love Purple #9’

[Robert]

The colour purple,  
Is a very interesting and powerful colour, I am thinking...
To work on that level of vibration, as to introduce a 'High Frequency Colour'...
Whatever raises your vibration...plugs into the 'Mainframe' of 'Collective 
Consciousness'...
Which is now, 'Waking Up'...

The lower vibrations of fear and loathing, 
Can, more easily be 'Burned Up in the Fire of Purple Light of Consciousness'..

So, be creative with your Creating...

‘Your Own Colour or Shade of Purple’...

As, there are so many shades of this hue...
They must number close to infinity...

So, play with this notion, and create your very own...
Colour Purple, that’s just your’s...

You’ve heard of ‘Picasso’s Blue Period’...? when was that, anyway?
Anyway,
Same idea...only the:  ‘Purple Phase Transition Period'...

Robert G.



  

[FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred Turq

[Duveyoung]

I sit and ponder deep
As 'round me minions flow
Into my wine I weep
That they cannot me know

My laptop's whir's a drone
That tells to all my take.
On hefty things I hone
And make not one mistake.

If sexy ladies near
My cafe cubical
Let not one person fear
My getting lubrical.

Fear not, I'm dry, I'm cool.
No gal from me should quail. 
For I am but a tool
-- Not looking for some tail.

I'm not a man in rut.
I do my job you see?
If I get laid so what?
For her it's ecstasy. 

In my cafe I know
What others never can
I'm Michaelangelo
A most important man. 

[FairfieldLife] Love In The Time Of Swine Flu, by Gabriel Garcia Porca

[TurquoiseB]

This morning I had to get up early and drive to the
Barcelona airport to pick up loved ones. And it turned
into an educational experience for me, one in which I
learned how radically one's awareness of one's envir-
onment can shift in a very short time.

The education started when I walked into the airport.
There, swarming around the arrivals gate in Terminal A,
were no fewer than four film crews from local TV stations.
Why? I wondered. Is Britney Spears expected, and has
word spread that she will is traveling naked?

Nope. The TV crews were on hand to film and interview
passengers arriving on the morning flights from Mexico
and the U.S. Like American TV crews, they homed in
on the few who were wearing surgical masks. Unlike 
American TV crews, they also spent time interviewing
the people *without* masks, who constituted easily
99.9% of the travelers.

So I grab one of the free baggage carts in case my friends
need one, and because the flight is late, I have to stand
there at the arrivals gate for about half an hour watching 
the show. And what occurred to me, within a very short
time, is that working for the CDC must be the worst job
in the entire world.

Think about it -- if it's your *job* to pay attention to 
the spread of disease, after a few days on the job probably 
the *only* thing you see when you look around are disease
vectors. That is, the moments in which an airborne disease
can jump from one person to another.

This is Spain. Arriving loved ones are greeted not only with
handshakes but with cheek kisses and hugs and *lots* of
touching. Arriving baby covered with drool? No problemo --
kiss him anyway. Person sitting next to you on the plane
got a nasty cough? Doesn't matter that he or she is sitting
next to you, because the cough droplets are going to be 
sucked into the ventilation system and spread around the
entire plane within minutes. ( Airlines *could* choose not 
to recycle the air and thus cut down on transmissible 
airborne diseases but they don't because it would cost too 
much; they would have to heat the air coming in from outside, 
and that wastes fuel.) 

So I'm standing there holding the handle of my baggage
cart waiting for my friends, taking in this whole scene
and thinking about disease vectors, when I catch myself
scratching my nose. With the same hand that has been hold-
ing on to the metal handle of a baggage cart that has 
been touched by several thousand people in the last 
few days. And I start to laugh. 

Maybe if you work for the CDC after a while you get over
seeing everything around you as a series of disease 
vectors and learn to laugh yourself. There is really
very little we can do to protect ourselves from a 
world that is basically *full* of disease vectors.

And just then, as I was still laughing, a mother and her
three kids walk out of the arrivals gate door and are
swarmed upon by the TV crews. Not *just* because they are
wearing face masks; because they are wearing *decorated*
face masks. The young mother, afraid for her kids and
wanting to protect them, but not wanting to traumatize
them, had taken the trouble to draw cute faces on all
three face masks. The little girl has a cat's mouth and
whiskers. The little boy is clearly a monkey. And her
mask? Well, I couldn't tell what type of animal it was
supposed to be, but its mouth was smiling. So was 
everyone who saw it, including the TV crews. The
announcer couldn't stop cracking up, and had to
restart the interview several times.

THAT is love in the time of swine flu. Just because 
the world is a little dangerous, that doesn't mean
that we have to stop having fun with it. Because
fun is more contagious than the swine flu.

[FairfieldLife] 'Love= Death of the Ego'

[Robert]

Honour Life by Loving ~ solarlotus

Do you, or could you say I love you once a day? If not why? This
human mantra, I love you, transcends the most resistant desert to
love. Loving transcends beliefs, doubts and fears. Perhaps cosmic Love
is purest truth. Saying this mantra at least once day raises the
energy and light of earth. Say it to a plant or a pet. If you are
withholding from love from other humans, then say, I love you to a
member of your human family. Say I love you to yourself as you look
in the mirror in the morning. Loving yourself does not create risk -
except a risk to happiness! Look straight at yourself in the mirror
and say, I love you. Saying this human mantra out loud, daily, may
release a flow of consistent loving energies that may also ignite your
consciousness. Cosmic Love is married to Cosmic Consciousness and ever
so interdependentawaken one and the other will come!

Loving yourself honours Creation
Loving others honours Oneness.
~solarlotus

We are each, and all, part of the same ocean of love. Yet, duality has
pressed upon the spirit of humanity, a concept of isolation and
separation. This duality has imprinted you to judge; to allow
oppression rather than harmony. This block between you and love, keeps
the parts of the whole in pain - leaves you believing you cannot
access the unbounded realms of Cosmic Love. The veil of separation is
thin; the veil of anything is thin. Even matter itself is humorously
questionable. Using this human mantra is like a key through that veil.

Love is a key into freedom itself. ~solarlotus

Use this human mantra often. When meeting someone resistant in love,
then send them waves of love energy from the truest part of your
heart. You need not tell them, just love them. When loving every day,
every chance, you may suddenly find yourself sliding in to full blown
Cosmic Love. This love mantra commands over ego, senses, and even
transcends the inner veil of the self. The more we use this mantra the
more our inner self starts to harmonize with our outer self.

Saying I love you releases energy and light
that initiates a vibration from the core of your soul
then cosmic love takes flight in creation's song
and, as from a cosmic mother/father,
effortlessly flows outward into world.
Releasing Love blesses everything!
~ solarlotus

The ego believes that it can control the use of this mantra. How?
The ego arrogantly ponders whether this person is worthy of their
love. Or it may ponder whether loving someone puts the person into a
vulnerable state. The ego then sends off alarms of concern and doubt.
And so the decisions regarding the disbursement of one's love go on
and on being rationed. The sad thing is that the ego lies. It lies
to keep your attention on the ego itself - the ego is insatiable and
wants all your attention. The ego wishes to keep you in servitude. If
there are these type of considerations regarding sharing love, if
there are these inner dialogues, then you are not awakened and most
assuredly, are not in the act of loving. Harsh comment, perhaps, but
at least knowing that you are not loving is, at least, a starting
point.

The state of the human family directly reflects its ability to
Love.~solarlotus

Ah, but you say, you do some loving action...really? Some do loving
actions like charity, while others forever serve their families - but
did all that service come from the overflow of love or was it duty,
guilt, or needing something in return? Most people do things as a
sense of responsibility, but not because their love is overflowing so
much that they cannot imagine not doing loving work/actions. Some
people do good works so that other people might think that you are
good. Then, more of delusion, that the comments from others about your
good works help you to convince yourself of this ego stroke. In these
ways of comments from others, the others seem to control and so become
your new ego. All of this is still ego and has nothing to do with
love. If you find yourself saying, this person said this or that about
you, it is merely ego. Nothing disrupts the work of lightworkers more
than each of them patting each other on the back and saying how great
they each are.

When your ego dance is finished, then you will begin, like everyone
else,
the trek back into your spirituality and maybe into love.

You gave some kind action in life, it is done - it does not ensure
that you loved someone. Even if you were loving towards someone, that
does not mean you loved them. NOW, consider, whether your action or
words left a loveprint. Can you see the love that you gave on them? If
it was given, you will see it. How many times in any human lifetime
did the person come to realize much later that they did not love as
they had thought, nor do they even remember that person of their
affection? In that moment of realization of not loving, learn that
love is not lost, but still there for you experience, to share, to
expand.

Look less behind you (judging) and more 

[FairfieldLife] Love the Compassion of the Pope

[arhatafreespeech]

 


In the mid-1980s, Pope Jon Paul 11 visited a squalid barrio in Tumaco, 
Columbia.  He was dressed to the holy hilt in his finest white 
vestments.  The cap, solid gold cross and Pontiff ducked through a hole cut 
into tin sheets and plastic and entered a shack that was the home of an 
unemployed peasant farmer, his pregnant wife and a half-dozen emaciated 
kids.  The lean-to structure and the family of hopelessness within were 
typical of the crowded barrios he had seen on his tour, which was little more 
than a cesspool of poverty and violence, a dump site of shattered dreams.  
No doubt the Pope was a seasoned observer of the sight of many countless 
children in slums with their stick limbs and swelling bellies, playing in the 
open sewers.  While in the hut, he tried to speak soft words of comfort 
over a cacophony of babies crying for want of food, as they sucked at breasts 
run dry from overwork and overbreeding.
 
The stench of dysentery shriveled the papal nostrils. The hollow and 
awestruck gaze of the farmer and his tattered tots made him weep.  He 
re-emerged from the shack, displaying tears like shining medals to the tropical 
sun and the relentless flashing eyes of cameras.  He declared with a moving 
voice, to the press and the world at large, I bless the people in this 
home  As he left the area, a papal aide was seen slipping $300 into the 
Columbian farmer's hand.
Upon the Pope's return from the South American crusade, he stressed with 
even more righteous certainty than ever before that all birth control and 
contraceptive methods are a sin.
John Hogue
 
The people here now don't care about Mother Earth, because when they 
die they're going to heaven.  They're going to get a harp, a pair of wings, 
and a halo, and they're going to be playing all the time.  It is very 
unattractive to me.  I don't even know how to play a harp.
   Grandfather 
Semu Huarte:   American Indian, Chumash Nation 1983
 Neutering cats and dogs are the 'rage' - Please send that Idea to the pope!
Arhata

  

 
 
 Feeling the pinch at the grocery store?  Make dinner for $10 or less.


  

[FairfieldLife] Love the Compassion of the Pope

[Arhata Osho]

 


In the mid-1980s, Pope Jon Paul 11 visited a squalid barrio in Tumaco, 
Columbia.  He was dressed to the holy hilt in his finest white 
vestments.  The cap, solid gold cross and Pontiff ducked through a hole cut 
into tin sheets and plastic and entered a shack that was the home of an 
unemployed peasant farmer, his pregnant wife and a half-dozen emaciated 
kids.  The lean-to structure and the family of hopelessness within were 
typical of the crowded barrios he had seen on his tour, which was little more 
than a cesspool of poverty and violence, a dump site of shattered dreams.  
No doubt the Pope was a seasoned observer of the sight of many countless 
children in slums with their stick limbs and swelling bellies, playing in the 
open sewers.  While in the hut, he tried to speak soft words of comfort 
over a cacophony of babies crying for want of food, as they sucked at breasts 
run dry from overwork and overbreeding.
 
The stench of dysentery shriveled the papal nostrils. The hollow and 
awestruck gaze of the farmer and his tattered tots made him weep.  He 
re-emerged from the shack, displaying tears like shining medals to the tropical 
sun and the relentless flashing eyes of cameras.  He declared with a moving 
voice, to the press and the world at large, I bless the people in this 
home  As he left the area, a papal aide was seen slipping $300 into the 
Columbian farmer's hand.
Upon the Pope's return from the South American crusade, he stressed with 
even more righteous certainty than ever before that all birth control and 
contraceptive methods are a sin.
John Hogue
 
The people here now don't care about Mother Earth, because when they 
die they're going to heaven.  They're going to get a harp, a pair of wings, 
and a halo, and they're going to be playing all the time.  It is very 
unattractive to me.  I don't even know how to play a harp.
   Grandfather 
Semu Huarte:   American Indian, Chumash Nation 1983
 Neutering cats and dogs are the 'rage' - Please send that Idea to the pope!
Arhata

  

 
 
 Feeling the pinch at the grocery store?  Make dinner for $10 or less.


  


  

[FairfieldLife] Love is Karma

[Arhata Osho]

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[FairfieldLife] love poems from Rumi, for this Valentine

[sinajon1]

To all of you that feel the call to explore the endless potential of
love, journey now with love's greatest student – and master – the 13th
century mystic poet of Persia : Jelaluddin Rumi. Rumi's incredible,
profound verses invite us to experience a love beyond our senses,
beyond time, beyond language: a love that removes all boundaries and
answers all desire.
Sina Yasavolian recites selections of Nader Khalili's translations in
a graceful, lyrical dance to an original musical score by Hamoon
Tehrani . His music awakens our hearts as Sina's soothing voice and
Rumi's sensitive words transport our spirits to a place of union with
the infinite divine presence. In her readings, Sina exhibits a deep
respect and understanding of Rumi's writing, which she generously
shares with us. Do more than listen to this poetry and music; let it
color your soul. You can buy and download these music, directly from
this site. hope you enjoy it.
you can visite these web site for the CD.

http://trueloverumi.com/shop.html

http://cdbaby.com/cd/sina2

http://www.amazon.com/Rumis-Love-Sina/dp/B0012DKIBU/ref=sr_1_35?ie=UTF8s=musicqid=1233635484sr=8-35



love and light

Sina

[FairfieldLife] love poems from Rumi, for this Valentine

[sinajon1]

To all of you that feel the call to explore the endless potential of
love, journey now with love's greatest student – and master – the 13th
century mystic poet of Persia : Jelaluddin Rumi. Rumi's incredible,
profound verses invite us to experience a love beyond our senses,
beyond time, beyond language: a love that removes all boundaries and
answers all desire.
Sina Yasavolian recites selections of Nader Khalili's translations in
a graceful, lyrical dance to an original musical score by Hamoon
Tehrani . His music awakens our hearts as Sina's soothing voice and
Rumi's sensitive words transport our spirits to a place of union with
the infinite divine presence. In her readings, Sina exhibits a deep
respect and understanding of Rumi's writing, which she generously
shares with us. Do more than listen to this poetry and music; let it
color your soul. You can buy and download these music, directly from
this site. hope you enjoy it.
you can visite these web site for the CD.

http://trueloverumi.com/shop.html

http://cdbaby.com/cd/sina2

http://www.amazon.com/Rumis-Love-Sina/dp/B0012DKIBU/ref=sr_1_35?ie=UTF8s=musicqid=1233635484sr=8-35



love and light

Sina

[FairfieldLife] Love At First Sight

[TurquoiseB]

This one is for Stu, because I've really been enjoying
your responses on the reincarnation thread. 

So. What about the phenomenon we know as love at first
sight? It's a universal phenomenon, or a universal myth.
Zut alors, the French are so taken with it that they've
got two phrases for it -- coup de foudre (a stroke of 
lightning), which is more about the instantaneous nature
of the moment of recognition itself, and coup de coeur, 
which connotes more of the inner intensity of the moment.

There are many, many skeptical explanations for the 
phenomenon of love at first sight. It could be nothing
more than simple nose chemistry, two sets of olfactory
nerves finding their pheromonal soulmates. It could be
a visual thing, finding a physical person who matches
the neural template for a lover you've constructed in 
your brain. It could be the result of indoctrination 
from watching too many episodes of Pushing Daisies.  :-)

But really, dude. What IS it if it isn't a flash of 
recognition of someone you've done time with before in
another life? I'd like to hear your take on it, espec-
ially given your involvement in one of the most
unabashedly hopelessly romantic TV series in ages.

Me, I don't know. I tend to go with the reincarnation
theory, because my personal loves at first sight have
always been about *mutual* recognition. I remember walk-
ing along a wooded path at Cobb Mountain when a young 
woman approached me from the other direction. I recog-
nized her instantly. Un vrai coup de foudre. But it 
was the first day of an ATR course and people were
still decompressing from the real world and sinking
into the routine of a rounding course, so I thought
it would be rude to introduce myself, and walked past
her. But then I couldn't *just* walk past, so I stopped
and turned around. To find that she had done exactly
the same thing. We both cracked up, and went on to have 
a short but most enjoyable romantic relationship. 

Another time I was working for a Swiss pharmaceutical
company, and had walked upstairs to make some copies.
I turned a corner and a woman was walking away from
me down the same hallway. I literally lost my footing,
and had to steady myself against the wall. The first
thought that went through my mind, still never having
seen her face, was Oh shit. There's one.  She was 
definitely one. She's still my best friend, 18 years 
later. 

So what IS this, man? What's going on here, if *not*
mutual recognition from a previous encounter in a 
previous life? Is there a purely rational explanation 
for love at first sight?  


In the place my wonder comes from
There I find you
Your face shines in my sky

In your heart where the world comes from
There you will find me
Your eyes dance in my mind

Come with me
We will sail on the wind
We will sway among the yellow grass
When you be beside me
I am real

Though my eyes be closed forever
Still I would find you
You shine across my time

-- from Love Song, by Bruce Cockburn, 1971 and 1271  :-)

 

[FairfieldLife] Love of Ganesha

[cardemaister]

snoopy - Monday 09/22/08 - 11:07 AM

My friends were telling me about this shop so often, that I decided
to check this place out and see everything by myself. The woman who
works in here has an incredible energy coming off of her. but I just
instantly felt more calm and centered after speaking with her for only
a few minutes. The entire shop had a calming effect on me. Reasonable
prices here are not the ponly merit of this place. Most of all I liked
stunning and colorful merchandise in the store.

I think you should be able to see the pics without signing
up. Sorry, if that's not the case...

http://www.gypsii.com/place.cgi?op=viewid=220276

That shop seems to have a connection with Amma?

[FairfieldLife] love on vedio

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[FairfieldLife] 'Love is All You Need...'

[Robert]

SHOUT  SINGH LOVE IS… ALL YOU NEED! 
April 22, 2008, 1:30 am 
 
“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But
then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not
to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love.
To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy.
Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer
from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting this down.”
- Woody Allen
Featuring the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi waxing lyrical, Jim Sturgess  Tears for 
Fears on Vocals  Traveller from Talvin Singh, Everybody Shout  Singh, Love is 
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[FairfieldLife] Love Guru (with Mike Meyers and Deepak Chopra) stirs controversy

[george_deforest]

Love Guru Stirs Up Controversy



  [LoveGuruPosterforIdolChatte.jpg]


Weeks before its release, Mike Myers' latest film, The Love Guru is
raising flags and stirring up controversy. Scheduled to hit theaters
June 20th,the story revolves around an American, Guru Pitka, who is
raised by gurus in India. In this comedy, he returns to the U.S. to find
fame and fortune in the world of self-help and spirituality. Guru Pitka
does not identify himself with any one faith or creed, yet the Hindu
community feels that this new Meyers movie has the potential to ridicule
many elements of their religion.

Rajan Zed, who was the first Hindu priest to open a session of the U.S.
Senate when he recited a prayer on the Senate floor in 2007, and
president of the Nevada based Universal Society for Hinduism (USH), told
The Associated Press, 'The Love Guru' appears to be lampooning Hinduism
and Hindus and uses sacred terms frivolously. People are not very
well-versed in Hinduism, so this might be their only exposure.They will
have an image in their minds of stereotypes. They will think most of us
are like that. Zed insisted that Paramount Pictures pre-screen the film
for prominent members of the Hindu community before its theatrical
release.

The Universal Society of Hinduism aims at providing worldwide Hindu
identity, enhancing understanding of Hinduism, and fostering
interreligious dialogue. Besides the USH, Shri Ramayan Pracharini Sabha,
another Hindu group, has also reportedly expressed displeasure over the
portrayal of Hindu characters as buffoons in the film.

Noting that the film features spiritual teacher Deepak Chopra and Hindu
actor Manu Narayan, Paramount in its release said that, 'LoveGuru,'
which is not yet complete, is a satire created in the same spirit as
Austin Powers.  It is our full intention to screen the film for Rajan
Zed and other Hindu leaders once it is ready.

As per MSNBC reports, Myers who is himself a follower and long time
friend of Deepak Chopra, said, He (Chopra) is the basis of why I went
down this path of a character like that, and it's because I am
interested in higher states of consciousness and I am interested in
comedy. The guru, he breaks down your barriers, gets you silly and gets
you light so you're in a place to receive love.

With this controversy, The Love Guru, has gotten more publicity than
it anticipated. If all goes well with the pre-screening of the film for
Hindu leaders, come June 20th, one can expect to see many curious
Hindu's lining up to see for themselves what this controversial film is
all about. -- written by Visi Tilak


source: Idol Chatter - Beliefnet Entertainment blog
http://blog.beliefnet.com/idolchatter/2008/03/love-guru-stirs-up-a-tempe\
st.html

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love Guru (with Mike Meyers and Deepak Chopra) stirs controversy

[Bhairitu]

Last fall I posted a link to the Sundance Channel's Iconoclasts show 
with the episode of Mike Myers and Deepak Chopra.  The film was 
mentioned there.  Myers is very respectful on Indian tradition so any 
mocking of it is well deserved especially if it is about  charlatan 
gurus.  If you have ever been to India it is like one giant midway on a 
carnival (especially if you go down the streets at night) and everyone 
is out for a rupee or two.  Of course we'll probably see the same here 
shortly when the US becomes a third world country.   Wanna buy a 
mantra?  Oops, I think somebody already tried that.  ;-)

george_deforest wrote:
 Love Guru Stirs Up Controversy



   [LoveGuruPosterforIdolChatte.jpg]


 Weeks before its release, Mike Myers' latest film, The Love Guru is
 raising flags and stirring up controversy. Scheduled to hit theaters
 June 20th,the story revolves around an American, Guru Pitka, who is
 raised by gurus in India. In this comedy, he returns to the U.S. to find
 fame and fortune in the world of self-help and spirituality. Guru Pitka
 does not identify himself with any one faith or creed, yet the Hindu
 community feels that this new Meyers movie has the potential to ridicule
 many elements of their religion.

 Rajan Zed, who was the first Hindu priest to open a session of the U.S.
 Senate when he recited a prayer on the Senate floor in 2007, and
 president of the Nevada based Universal Society for Hinduism (USH), told
 The Associated Press, 'The Love Guru' appears to be lampooning Hinduism
 and Hindus and uses sacred terms frivolously. People are not very
 well-versed in Hinduism, so this might be their only exposure.They will
 have an image in their minds of stereotypes. They will think most of us
 are like that. Zed insisted that Paramount Pictures pre-screen the film
 for prominent members of the Hindu community before its theatrical
 release.

 The Universal Society of Hinduism aims at providing worldwide Hindu
 identity, enhancing understanding of Hinduism, and fostering
 interreligious dialogue. Besides the USH, Shri Ramayan Pracharini Sabha,
 another Hindu group, has also reportedly expressed displeasure over the
 portrayal of Hindu characters as buffoons in the film.

 Noting that the film features spiritual teacher Deepak Chopra and Hindu
 actor Manu Narayan, Paramount in its release said that, 'LoveGuru,'
 which is not yet complete, is a satire created in the same spirit as
 Austin Powers.  It is our full intention to screen the film for Rajan
 Zed and other Hindu leaders once it is ready.

 As per MSNBC reports, Myers who is himself a follower and long time
 friend of Deepak Chopra, said, He (Chopra) is the basis of why I went
 down this path of a character like that, and it's because I am
 interested in higher states of consciousness and I am interested in
 comedy. The guru, he breaks down your barriers, gets you silly and gets
 you light so you're in a place to receive love.

 With this controversy, The Love Guru, has gotten more publicity than
 it anticipated. If all goes well with the pre-screening of the film for
 Hindu leaders, come June 20th, one can expect to see many curious
 Hindu's lining up to see for themselves what this controversial film is
 all about. -- written by Visi Tilak


 source: Idol Chatter - Beliefnet Entertainment blog
 http://blog.beliefnet.com/idolchatter/2008/03/love-guru-stirs-up-a-tempe\
 st.html






   

[FairfieldLife] LOVE OF GOD : A MATHEMATICAL APPROACH

[rama krishna]

Absolutely amazing!
Beauty of Math!

1 x 8 + 1 = 9
12 x 8 + 2 = 98
123 x 8 + 3 = 987
1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876
12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765
123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654
1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543
12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432
123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321

1 x 9 + 2 = 11
12 x 9 + 3 = 111
123 x 9 + 4 = 
1234 x 9 + 5 = 1
12345 x 9 + 6 = 11
123456 x 9 + 7 = 111
1234567 x 9 + 8 = 
12345678 x 9 + 9 = 1
123456789 x 9 +10= 11

9 x 9 + 7 = 88
98 x 9 + 6 = 888
987 x 9 + 5 = 
9876 x 9 + 4 = 8
98765 x 9 + 3 = 88
987654 x 9 + 2 = 888
9876543 x 9 + 1 = 
98765432 x 9 + 0 = 8

Brilliant, isn't it?

And look at this symmetry:

1 x 1 = 1
11 x 11 = 121
111 x 111 = 12321
 x  = 1234321
1 x 1 = 123454321
11 x 11 = 12345654321
111 x 111 = 1234567654321
 x  = 123456787654321
1 x 1=123456789 87654321

Now, take a look at this...

101%

From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:

What Equals 100%?
What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?

Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?

We have all been in situations where someone wants you to 
GIVE OVER 100%.

How about ACHIEVING 101%?

What equals 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help
answer these questions:

If:

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

If:

H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K

8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%

And:

K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E

11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%

But:

A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E

1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%

THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:

L-O-V-E-O-F- G-O-D

12+15+22+5+15+ 6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:

While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will
get you there, It's the Love of God that will put you over the top!




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[FairfieldLife] Love, the Ramtha School and Kundulini

[brontebaxter8]

I sometimes experienced kundulini years ago when I did TM but nothing 
earth-shattering. I experienced a heck of a lot of it years later in 
the Ramtha School, which targets kundulini raising as one of its 
goals. 
The first time I had a kundulini experience was in Avoriaz, France on 
an ATR. I didn't even know what it was. I had been meditating just 
four 
years, and on that course I fell in love. Every time I meditated, I 
felt love for that man, and I would experience this soft strong rush 
of 
energy, like a river of cloud, up both sides of the inside of my 
neck, 
and inside my ears, flowing into my head. It made a a gentle steady 
whoosh sound, like the ocean.  

Ever since, when I feel great love, I feel that. When I started 
experimenting with intentional kundulini-raising in the Ramtha 
school, 
I realized it was the same as the powerful love experience. Of course 
kundulini can be much more intense, even really uncomfortable, and it 
has been for me sometimes. I know some people have found it painful 
and 
particularly distressing.

I disagree with what some posters have written here, that kundulini 
is 
just a clearing of blockages in the physical nervous system and not 
important to full enlightenment. I think the uncomfortableness comes 
when the river encounters an obstacle, but I don't think the river 
itself is a blockage. To me that wouldn't make much sense.

In the Ramtha school, people were taught to image a volcano in their 
first chakra (first seal in Ramtha terms). Then we'd do a forced 
sharp breath while envisioning pushing the volcano's energy up. We 
would play with that image -- erupting the volcano -- while blasting 
kundulini breaths to push the volcanic stream higher and higher up 
the 
spine. Kind of like those things at the fair where you bang the thing 
and the ball goes higher and higher, with the goal being to ding the 
bell at the top. We were told to envision the energy going all the 
way 
to the top of the head every time we blew. Everyone got very high on 
this, as it made the energy climb higher each time you did it. It was 
very empowering and enlivening. 

After a 40-minute session like this, we'd do exercises to develop our 
psychic abilities. I never used to be psychic before the Ramtha 
school, 
and I'm a lot more that way now. Plus it really enlivened my energy. 
I 
know it made me a lot smarter, I think because of the energy going 
into 
the head. I got a lot of good stuff out of that school and sometimes 
still practice the technique.
   

[FairfieldLife] 'Love, Sharing, Giving, Intention- Fire The Grid'

[Robert Gimbel]

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[FairfieldLife] 'Love/Life...by: Maharishi Mahesh Yogi' (1967)

[Robert Gimbel]

Love. by: Maharishi Mahesh Yogi (1967) 
 
  Love is the sweet expression of life. It is the supreme content of life. 
Love is the force of life, powerful and sublime. The flower of life blooms in 
love and radiates love all around. Life expresses itself through love. The 
stream of life is a wave on the ocean of love. Life is expressed in the waves 
of love, and the ocean of love flows in the waves of life. What a comfort love 
brings to the heart. The heart tickles with the thought of love, and waves of 
life begin to roll on the ocean of love. Every wave of life is full with the 
ocean of love. Yes, such a life is worth living. Every wave of life, full with 
the ocean of love. Such a life is life, such a life is worth living. And who 
lives such a life of all love, of bliss, of power, and of peace? The fortunate 
ones, and the fortune is open to all to design their destiny and begin to live 
life in all love and joy. The fortunate one uses the instrument of deep 
meditation, and probes deep into his heart,. Then the waves
 of love gain the depth of the ocean, and the ocean of love fills the heart and 
fills every particle of being. Every wave of life then flows in the fullness of 
love, in the fullness of divine glory, in the fullness of grace, in bliss and 
peace. The stream of life then flows on the tidal waves of bliss, and the ocean 
of love permeates every wave of life. Love is highly sensitive. It is the most 
delicate power of life. And life is a most dynamic expression of love. Love is 
delicate, and at the same time, it is most vital and strong. A tiny, tender 
wave of love rocks the boat of life. Love takes life from the pangs of 
separation, to the bliss of eternal union. From the insurmountable pangs of 
separation, to the unlimited joy of eternal union, swings a tiny, tender wave 
of love. What a miracle God has created in love. Let us live it. Let us be in 
love, and live in love with one another, and say to ourselves, quietly, let thy 
will be done. A soft impulse of love is the sole life
 of a melting heart. A tiny hope of love brings the light of dawn through the 
darkness of the lengthy night. And love, even as a twinkling of the faintest 
star, keeps the light at the altar shining. And in that faintest light of love, 
someday the willivet (individual) finds his way, and creeps on in silence, in 
quietness, drawn by the tiny, tiny love which kept the door open in the hope of 
fulfillment. In the hope of fulfillment that someday, and sometime, the 
darkness of the night would give way to the brightness of the midday sun in a 
clear sky. The catch of love, though tender is firm and strong. The glory of 
tenderness and strength is the glory of love. One wants to remain tender in the 
strength of love. The strength of love makes one tender and firm. Makes one 
weak in wrong, and powerful in right. Brings forgiveness in authority, and 
grace in all fields of life. And this is the destiny of the fortunate. Love is 
the fortune of the fortunate. Abundance of love is the
 goal of all destiny. Fortunate are those whose hearts flows in love. A loving 
heart, a heart full of love, is the precious essence of human life. And that, 
when it flows in unbounded tidal waves of bliss, it is the glory of the 
supreme, the blessing of mother divine, and the grace of God. A wave of love 
flows over the whole range of life. It sweeps over the whole range of creation. 
The power of love pilots the plane of life, here there and everywhere. Love 
takes life from home to hill, from hill to hill, from home to home. Love is 
desperately seeking. It keeps the path alive and warms the goal. The silent 
force of love knows no barrier. It takes the life from the ruggedness of 
mountains, to the roughness of the sea, and there, in silence of wilderness, 
and even so in the noisy horizon of the sea, the vast expansion of the 
unbounded love from a distance brings a breeze cool and fresh to cool the heart 
and soothe the pangs of separation. The delicate and kind hand of love
 takes life from the prick of thorns, to the softness and tenderness of a rose. 
On the softness of the cradle of love, the life swings from the loneliness of a 
desperate quest, to the rich planes of fulfillment. A tender spark of love 
lights the light in loneliness. It burns alive the pangs of the bygone past, 
and spreads the light of hope and joy and fulfillment. And a tiny spark of love 
does it. Love is the most precious gift of God to us, let us use it for all 
good. Let our life be full with love, let us love and be loving and spread 
grace around us. Let not the din of the world, and the thick and thin of life 
disturb the fullness of love in us. Let us be full of grace, and full of light. 
And in the fullness of love, let us be up and awake to serve the will of God 
and rise to be of real service to ourselves and to our fellow men. Let the 
glory of the divine dawn in love. Let the bliss of the divine effulgence, and 
the light of 

[FairfieldLife] Love and God

[bob_brigante]

 Love and God


Love is the sweet expression of life. It is the supreme content of 
life. 
Love is the force of life, powerful and sublime. The flower of life 
blooms in love and radiates love all around.

Life expresses itself through love. The stream of life is a wave on 
the 
ocean of love. Life is expressed in the waves of love, and the ocean 
of 
love flows in the waves of life.

What a comfort love brings to the heart. The heart tickles with the 
thought of love, and waves of life begin to roll on the ocean of 
love. 
Every wave of life is full with the ocean of love. Yes, such a life 
is 
worth living.

Every wave of life, full with the ocean of love. Such a life is life, 
such a life is worth living. And who lives such a life of all love, 
of 
bliss, of power, and of peace? The fortunate ones, and the fortune is 
open to all to design their destiny and begin to live life in all 
love 
and joy.

The fortunate one uses the instrument of deep meditation, and probes 
deep into his heart. Then the waves of love gain the depth of the 
ocean, 
and the ocean of love fills the heart and fills every particle of 
being.

Every wave of life then flows in the fullness of love, in the 
fullness 
of Divine glory, in the fullness of grace, in bliss and peace. The 
stream of life then flows on the tidal waves of bliss, and the ocean 
of 
love permeates every wave of life.

Love is highly sensitive. It is the most delicate power of life. And 
life is a most dynamic expression of love.

Love is delicate, and at the same time, it is most vital and strong. 
A 
tiny, tender wave of love rocks the boat of life. Love takes life 
from 
the pangs of separation, to the bliss of eternal union. From the 
insurmountable pangs of separation, to the unlimited joy of eternal 
union, swings a tiny, tender wave of love.

What a miracle God has created in love. Let us live it. Let us be in 
love, and live in love with one another, and say to ourselves, 
quietly, 
let Thy will be done.

A soft impulse of love is the sole life of a melting heart. A tiny 
hope 
of love brings the light of dawn through the darkness of the lengthy 
night. And love, even as a twinkling of the faintest star, keeps the 
light at the altar shining. And in that faintest light of love, 
someday 
the willivet (individual) finds his way, and creeps on in silence, in 
quietness, drawn by the tiny, tiny love which kept the door open in 
the 
hope of fulfillment. In the hope of fulfillment that someday, and 
sometime, the darkness of the night would give way to the brightness 
of 
the midday sun in a clear sky.

The courage of love, though tender is firm and strong. The glory of 
tenderness and strength is the glory of love. One wants to remain 
tender 
in the strength of love. The strength of love makes one tender and 
firm. 
Makes one weak in wrong, and powerful in right. Brings forgiveness in 
authority, and grace in all fields of life.

And this is the destiny of the fortunate. Love is the fortune of the 
fortunate.

Abundance of love is the goal of all destiny.

Fortunate are those whose hearts flows in love. A loving heart, a 
heart 
full of love, is the precious essence of human life. And that, when 
it 
flows in unbounded tidal waves of bliss, it is the glory of the 
supreme, 
the blessing of mother divine, and the grace of God.

A wave of love flows over the whole range of life. It sweeps over the 
whole range of creation. The power of love pilots the plane of life, 
here there and everywhere. Love takes life from home to hill, from 
hill 
to hill, from home to home. Love is desperately seeking. It keeps the 
path alive and warms the goal.

The silent force of love knows no barrier. It takes the life from the 
ruggedness of mountains, to the roughness of the sea, and there, in 
silence of wilderness, and even so in the noisy horizon of the sea, 
the 
vast expansion of the unbounded love from a distance brings a breeze 
cool and fresh to cool the heart and soothe the pangs of separation.

The delicate and kind hand of love takes life from the prick of 
thorns, 
to the softness and tenderness of a rose. On the softness of the 
cradle 
of love, the life swings from the loneliness of a desperate quest, to 
the rich planes of fulfillment.

A tender spark of love lights the light in loneliness. It burns alive 
the pangs of the bygone past, and spreads the light of hope and joy 
and 
fulfillment. And a tiny spark of love does it.

Love is the most precious gift of God to us, let us use it for all 
good. 
Let our life be full with love, let us love and be loving and spread 
grace around us.

Let not the din of the world, and the thick and thin of life disturb 
the 
fullness of love in us. Let us be full of grace, and full of light. 
And 
in the fullness of love, let us be up and awake to serve the will of 
God 
and rise to be of real service to ourselves and to our fellow men.

Let the glory of the divine dawn in love. Let the bliss of the divine 
effulgence, and 

[FairfieldLife] Love and God -Celebrating the descent of Heaven on earth for 40 Countries

[shukra69]

http://rapidshare.de/files/32297309/01_-_Love_and_God.mp3





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[FairfieldLife] Love Chooses You (was Re: Illusion of individuality; labels; true bhakti; the s

[Irmeli Mattsson]

--- In [EMAIL PROTECTED] 
 Almost always, when I write an essay to this list, I get private
 e-mails thanking me, or expressing how it was useful to them, or
 asking deep questions.  Many times they say that they don't write
 to this list because of the rough atmosphere here, because of the
 fear of being attacked or ridiculed or made fun of, because they
 don't want to expose their tender feelings to that kind of response.

I don't even visit lists, which atmosphere I don't like. I suppose
these people feel attracted to the rough atmosphere here even if they
are afraid of getting exposed, if they would write themselves.
I still I wonder why they are afraid of thanking you publicly? I have
never observed that my honest accounts, and exposing my personal
feelings, had gotten ridiculed here. Questioned sometimes, but mostly
in good spirit.

 
 So I applaud you for having the courage to speak your truth here,
 for all to see.  You are great.

 
And no one ridiculed Jim for doing that.

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[FairfieldLife] Love Chooses You (was Re: Illusion of individuality; labels; true bhakti; the story of Guru Dev and his cave

[Michael Dean Goodman]

 jim_flanegin [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:

 Michael Dean Goodman [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
 
THE STRUGGLE OF INDIVIDUALITY TO PERPETUATE ITS ILLUSION

 Hi Michael, it took me awhile to get around to reading this. Thanks 
 again for a brilliantly written piece. 

Dear Jim,

You are very welcome!  It's a honor to be of service.

  You express yourself in words so well, as to give voice to my own heart.
  A couple of observations I've had, related to what you wrote:
 
 After my own awakening almost one year ago, I have found it comical, 
 fascinating and humbling to realize the supports of my previous 
 house of cards were downright incorrect. As you stated, I too have a 
 strong relative intellect, but as I find increasingly, there are 
 many folks with a stronger one, such as yourself. As this belief in 
 my supposedly insurmountable relative intellect was a central tenet 
 of my identity previously, to admit to this [not being 'number one'] 
 then would've been crushing to my illusory individuality. Now I 
 recognize it as a simple case of giving credit where credit is due 
 (while laughing delightedly and often at my former assumptions).

Beautifully put!  You also have a way with words.
 
 The other thing that struck me in your writing was the depth of your 
 relationship with Maharishi.  Though I agree with all that you have 
 written regarding true bhakti, and your relationship with Maharishi, 
 I was faced with a conundrum for many years, in that I truly wanted 
 such a relationship with Maharishi, not necessarily in physical 
 proximity, but on the level of Being. And it just wouldn't materialize.
 
 Instead I always felt drawn, and still do, to Guru Dev, and His 
 incarnation as Shiva.

What we THINK we're looking for, and the form in which It chooses to
appear to us, are frequently not the same.  And we don't get to decide.
It reminds me of that Kathy Mattea waltz with its haunting hook:
You can't choose who you love, love chooses you.


Love Chooses You
Sung by Kathy Mattea

Love comes unbidden, can't be forbidden,
It takes you and shakes you right down to your shoes;
It knows heartache and trial, but accepts no denial;
You can't choose who you love, love chooses you.

In the wink of an eye, love looses an arrow;
We control it no more than the flight of the sparrow,
The swell of the tide, or the light of the moon;
You can't choose who you love, love chooses you.

Tell me now if I'm wrong;
Are you feelin' the same?
Are your feet on the ground?
Are you callin' my name?
Do you lie awake nights?
Please say you do,
'Cause you can't choose who you love,
Love chooses you?

Love cuts like a torch to a heart behind steel,
And though you may hide it, love knows how you feel;
And though you may trespass on the laws of the land,
Your heart has to follow, when love takes your hand.

And it seems we're two people, within the same circle;
It's drawn tighter and tighter till you're all that I see;
I'm full and I'm empty, and you're pouring through me,
Like a warm rain fallin' through the leaves on a tree.

Tell me now if I'm wrong;
Are you feelin' the same?
Are your feet on the ground?
Are you callin' my name?
Do you lie awake nights?
Please say you do,
'Cause you can't choose who you love,
Love chooses you;
No you can't choose who you love,
Love chooses you.


The important thing is to have that open channel appear to you, in
whatever form it does.  Whatever you're drawn to, as long as it's an
OPEN doorway to That, he/she/it will do just fine, be it Maharishi,
Guru Dev, or many, many others (famous or obscure).

For me, although Maharishi served as my doorway to That, and to Lord
Shiva and Goddess Shakti, once That is re-embraced, It is recognized
to be there in everything and everyone.  You just notice that some
reflect very little of It, some reflect more, and some reflect It very
fully.  Some pretend not to be It; and some relax and admit that
they are It.  Some desperately deny It; some surrender and reveal It.
But It is inexorable and wins out in the end.  As it says in the old
SCI course about The Qualities of Creative Intelligence: It's al-
ways over you; you're never over It.  Sooner or later, be it today,
next month, next decade, or next lifetime...individuality is going to
own up to the truth that I am That.  No matter how thick the fog,
how well-defended the hiding, it does end eventually.

It's just a big game of peek-a-boo, with everyone choosing to
hide or reveal varying degrees of That, depending upon where they are
on the path of That curving back on its Self and coming back home.

 This manifested completely before my 
 awakening. And yet has quickly grown to fruition since, and I 
 believe spurred the re-establishment of myself in my Self very 
 rapidly. It also raises some interesting questions about the nature 
 of surrender.

Would you be willing to reveal what those questions are?
 
 Because the feeling is as real and uncompromising as if I live with 
 Guru Dev; a distinct vibration and 

Re: [FairfieldLife] Love Chooses You (was Re: Illusion of individuality; labels; true bhakti; the story of Guru Dev and his cave

[Sal Sunshine]

On Mar 18, 2006, at 6:32 PM, Michael Dean Goodman wrote:

 So our individual intellect may find that to express this devotion
 through finite words and linear concepts, it speaks of devotion to
 Guru Dev, the individual form, the personality, etc., because that's
 all it can deal with.  But the real surrender is to something be-
 yond words, beyond description, beyond the intellect.  As it says
 in Rig Veda, Mandala 10: Speech stands mute at the door of the Ab-
 solute.

Well it obviously doesn't stand mute at the door of your posts, Michael. :)

  Almost always, when I write an essay to this list, I get private
 e-mails thanking me, or expressing how it was useful to them, or
 asking deep questions.  Many times they say that they don't write
 to this list because of the rough atmosphere here, because of the
 fear of being attacked or ridiculed or made fun of, because they
 don't want to expose their tender feelings to that kind of response.

Uh, oh...

[FairfieldLife] Love Chooses You (was Re: Illusion of individuality; labels; true bhakti; the story of Guru Dev and his cave

[jim_flanegin]

--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Dean Goodman 
[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:

  jim_flanegin [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
 
  Michael Dean Goodman [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
  
 THE STRUGGLE OF INDIVIDUALITY TO PERPETUATE ITS ILLUSION
 
  Hi Michael, it took me awhile to get around to reading this. 
Thanks 
  again for a brilliantly written piece. 
 
 Dear Jim,
 
 You are very welcome!  It's a honor to be of service.

Great- Thanks for your reply. It is this type of exchange for which 
I treasure this forum; a quality which I have thus far found unique 
among all of the avenues of exchange within the TMO and outside it.

 
   You express yourself in words so well, as to give voice to my 
own heart.
   A couple of observations I've had, related to what you wrote:
  
  After my own awakening almost one year ago, I have found it 
comical, 
  fascinating and humbling to realize the supports of my previous 
  house of cards were downright incorrect. As you stated, I too 
have a 
  strong relative intellect, but as I find increasingly, there are 
  many folks with a stronger one, such as yourself. As this belief 
in 
  my supposedly insurmountable relative intellect was a central 
tenet 
  of my identity previously, to admit to this [not being 'number 
one'] 
  then would've been crushing to my illusory individuality. Now I 
  recognize it as a simple case of giving credit where credit is 
due 
  (while laughing delightedly and often at my former assumptions).
 
 Beautifully put!  You also have a way with words.

Thanks! Practice makes perfect, eh?
 
  The other thing that struck me in your writing was the depth of 
your 
  relationship with Maharishi.  Though I agree with all that you 
have 
  written regarding true bhakti, and your relationship with 
Maharishi, 
  I was faced with a conundrum for many years, in that I truly 
wanted 
  such a relationship with Maharishi, not necessarily in physical 
  proximity, but on the level of Being. And it just wouldn't 
materialize.
  
  Instead I always felt drawn, and still do, to Guru Dev, and His 
  incarnation as Shiva.
 
 What we THINK we're looking for, and the form in which It chooses 
to
 appear to us, are frequently not the same.  And we don't get to 
decide.
 It reminds me of that Kathy Mattea waltz with its haunting hook:
 You can't choose who you love, love chooses you.

That, to me is the difference between thinking about life, and 
living it. Too much of the thinking actually separates us from life, 
while giving in to love makes us feel truly alive-- what's around 
that next corner?


snip The important thing is to have that open channel appear to 
you, in
 whatever form it does.  Whatever you're drawn to, as long as it's 
an
 OPEN doorway to That, he/she/it will do just fine, be it Maharishi,
 Guru Dev, or many, many others (famous or obscure).
 
 For me, although Maharishi served as my doorway to That, and to 
Lord
 Shiva and Goddess Shakti, once That is re-embraced, It is 
recognized
 to be there in everything and everyone.  You just notice that some
 reflect very little of It, some reflect more, and some reflect It 
very
 fully.  Some pretend not to be It; and some relax and admit that
 they are It.  Some desperately deny It; some surrender and reveal 
It.
 But It is inexorable and wins out in the end.  As it says in the 
old
 SCI course about The Qualities of Creative Intelligence: It's 
al-
 ways over you; you're never over It.  Sooner or later, be it 
today,
 next month, next decade, or next lifetime...individuality is going 
to
 own up to the truth that I am That.  No matter how thick the fog,
 how well-defended the hiding, it does end eventually.
 
 It's just a big game of peek-a-boo, with everyone choosing to
 hide or reveal varying degrees of That, depending upon where they 
are
 on the path of That curving back on its Self and coming back home.

Yes. 
 
  This manifested completely before my 
  awakening. And yet has quickly grown to fruition since, and I 
  believe spurred the re-establishment of myself in my Self very 
  rapidly. It also raises some interesting questions about the 
nature 
  of surrender.
 
 Would you be willing to reveal what those questions are?
  
  Because the feeling is as real and uncompromising as if I live 
with 
  Guru Dev; a distinct vibration and attunement, permeating and 
  guiding every facet of my life. And yet, no way to explain to 
others 
  how this is possible, with a Being who is no longer present on 
Earth 
  in physical form.
 
 Because, as you already know, it's not really atunement to a 
physical
 form; it's atunement to That which he represented, reflected.  As 
we
 say in the puja: tat padam dharshitam yena; by which the sign of 
That
 has been revealed.  Guru Dev (as an individual, as a relative 
person-
 ality) can only be the sign of That, the doorway to That.  
Nothing
 relative can show the fullness of That.  But that fullness can be
 known by fullness itself.  That can know That.
 
 So our 

[FairfieldLife] Love Meditation

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  From: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/circle2012dreams/  Love Meditation (I use pink light btw)1. Sit or lie down comfortably.2. If you like, you can play nice soothing background music.3. Feel the emotion of love. You do not need to feel love as a strong emotion like excitement or anger. Love is calm, just like gratitude and compassion. While doing love meditation, it is helpful to keep smiling.4. Using your imagination, visualize love as bright, warm white light. Imagine the light of love moves from your chest to every part of your
 body.5. Next imagine that every cell of your body is glowing with bright, white light of love. Enjoy the blissful feeling of love in your glowing body. It is normal to feel that your body is vibrating while doing love meditation.6. Now from every cell of your body, imagine that white light of love is radiated to your surrounding.7. Imagine that white light is filling the whole room.8. Next imagine that the light is expanding further and fill the whole town or city.9. Imagine that all people, plants and animals feel warm and happy when they are exposed to the white light of love.10. Now imagine that the white light is filling the whole planet earth. Imagine that all living beings of the world are filled with white light of love.11. Do it 15 to 30 minutes everyday.12. You can also send
 love to anybody by imagining white light of love being sent to that person.Benefits of doing Love Meditation everyday :1. People around you will be nice to you.2. You will feel good and you can reduce stress and negative emotions by doing love meditation.3. You will feel healthy.4. Your life will change and you will have good luck.Love,  Theresa  Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see
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[FairfieldLife] Love is a dog from hell

[bbrigante]

Eminent poet Charles Bukowski http://tinyurl.com/87jn5 owed his long 
life to TM:


How did American novelist and poet Charles Bukowski stay alive to the 
age of 73? It's a pertinent question, given the colossal amounts of 
alcohol he consumed. The son of German immigrants, Bukowski became a 
drunkard at an early age as a means of defying his equally drunken 
father. This was in Los Angeles, in the late 1930s. He was an ardent 
supporter of Hitler for a while, making his views available to anyone 
who would listen, and began to write in brief periods of near-
sobriety, mostly about himself and the bums and whores who were his 
companions. In his last days, befriended by Sean Penn and Madonna, and 
practising transcendental meditation, he became almost respectable

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[FairfieldLife] Love Is All You Need, love is all you need, love is...'

[Robert Gimbel]

We are not responding to this instant if we are judging any aspect of it.The ego looks for what to criticize. This always involves comparing with the past, But love looks upon the world peacefully and accepts.The ego searches for short comings and weaknesses, Love watches for any sign of strength. It sees how far each one has come and not how far he has to go.
How simple it is to love, and exhausting it is always to find fault, for every time wee see a fault we think something needs to be done about it, Love knows that nothing is ever needed but more love.It is what we all do with our hearts that affects others most deeply. It is not movements of our body or the words within our mind that transmit love. We love from heart to heart.
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[FairfieldLife] Love is in the air

[vosmanon]

http://www.tedanddanielle.com/

Ted Wallace's friends check this website.

Ted: Life knows no boundaires

Growing up in California I didn't think that I would marry a Dutch 
girl, but really I couldn't have foreseen any part of this life. 
Danielle has supported me in all aspects of life and helped make these 
years the best. Every time I think I can't love and respect her any 
more she shows her love, loyalty, wisdom and sweetness and my heart 
expands to a new level. We are both learning a lot, sometimes very 
hard lessons, but we have come through them and are much stronger for 
it. I have been traveling for a long time working for Maharishi Mahesh 
Yogi's Movement and have learned that life can be more unbounded and 
happier than one could ever imagine.








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Re: [FairfieldLife] Love is in the air

[Peter Sutphen]

Thanks for the website. Ted's always been one of the
good guys

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 http://www.tedanddanielle.com/
 
 Ted Wallace's friends check this website.
 
 Ted: Life knows no boundaires
 
 Growing up in California I didn't think that I would
 marry a Dutch 
 girl, but really I couldn't have foreseen any part
 of this life. 
 Danielle has supported me in all aspects of life and
 helped make these 
 years the best. Every time I think I can't love and
 respect her any 
 more she shows her love, loyalty, wisdom and
 sweetness and my heart 
 expands to a new level. We are both learning a lot,
 sometimes very 
 hard lessons, but we have come through them and are
 much stronger for 
 it. I have been traveling for a long time working
 for Maharishi Mahesh 
 Yogi's Movement and have learned that life can be
 more unbounded and 
 happier than one could ever imagine.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Re: [FairfieldLife] Love is in the air

[rudra_joe]

Thanks for that link.

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  Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love is in the 
  air
  http://www.tedanddanielle.com/Ted 
  Wallace's friends check this website.Ted: Life knows no 
  boundairesGrowing up in California I didn't think that I would marry a 
  Dutch girl, but really I couldn't have foreseen any part of this life. 
  Danielle has supported me in all aspects of life and helped make these 
  years the best. Every time I think I can't love and respect her any 
  more she shows her love, loyalty, wisdom and sweetness and my heart 
  expands to a new level. We are both learning a lot, sometimes very 
  hard lessons, but we have come through them and are much stronger for 
  it. I have been traveling for a long time working for Maharishi Mahesh 
  Yogi's Movement and have learned that life can be more unbounded and 
  happier than one could ever 
  imagine.To subscribe, send a 
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