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a thousand forms tough or tender have housed our souls silly in their aching for the One they've never left. Sweet or not, let all that rumpled flesh glow and rot and ride that aching home From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 5:12 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme oh my oh my being now cursed to the darkness in fear of the light having crosses oceans of time ,Share(ing) the hunt in the darkness she feeds in the night having feast upon my flesh .Cannot fly with broken wings as darkness encompasses all things. Oh where is the a single crepuscular ray sneaking through a small rent in the filth of crawling clouds overarching schism through the gloom--- one with rainbows on morning dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-lifting happy spirits soar listen to my wishes heaven's mysteries parting iris's raiment --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: perfect for our kind of life, bounteous earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4 subtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He starts with John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And then shows the reader that science, not be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways. The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time we have for living is quite finite. The adult world may seem a cold and empty place, with no fairies and no Father Christmas, no Toyland or Narnia, no Happy Hunting Ground where mourned pets go, and no angels - guardian or garden variety. But there are also no devils, no hellfire, no wicked witches, no ghosts, no haunted houses, no daemonic possession, no bogeymen or ogres. Yes, Teddy and Dolly
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Pedicure! I call! a calloused microcosms kosher, salacious flaunt of eagerness, toe in hand yellow blight, O' woe's me! Shed this vile, humbled eyes take celestial sphere. Tally Ho! Off I go! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: a thousand forms tough or tender have housed our souls silly in their aching for the One they've never left. Sweet or not, let all that rumpled flesh glow and rot and ride that aching home From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 5:12 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  oh my oh my being now cursed to the darkness in fear of the light having crosses oceans of time ,Share(ing) the hunt in the darkness she feeds in the night having feast upon my flesh .Cannot fly with broken wings as darkness encompasses all things. Oh where is the a single crepuscular ray sneaking through a small rent in the filth of crawling clouds overarching schism through the gloom--- one with rainbows on morning dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-lifting happy spirits soar listen to my wishes heaven's mysteries parting iris's raiment --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: perfect for our kind of life, bounteous earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme àhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4àsubtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He startsàwith John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And thenàshows the reader that science,ànot be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways. The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time we have for living
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: a thousand forms tough or tender have housed our souls silly in their aching for the One they've never left. Sweet or not, let all that rumpled flesh glow and rot and ride that aching home From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 5:12 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  oh my oh my being now cursed to the darkness in fear of the light having crosses oceans of time ,Share(ing) the hunt in the darkness she feeds in the night having feast upon my flesh .Cannot fly with broken wings as darkness encompasses all things. Oh where is the a single crepuscular ray sneaking through a small rent in the filth of crawling clouds overarching schism through the gloom--- one with rainbows on morning dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-lifting happy spirits soar listen to my wishes heaven's mysteries parting iris's raiment --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: perfect for our kind of life, bounteous earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme àhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4àsubtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He startsàwith John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And thenàshows the reader that science,ànot be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways. The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time we have for living is quite finite. The adult world may seem a cold and empty place, with no fairies and no Father Christmas, no Toyland or Narnia, no Happy Hunting Ground where mourned pets go, and no angels - guardian or garden variety. But there are also no devils, no hellfire, no wicked witches, no ghosts, no haunted houses, no daemonic possession, no bogeymen or ogres. Yes
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She paints her toes, she picks her nose, she keeps us laughing long She never knows, she always knows, she's neither right nor wrong dear Obba glows and Obba crows and rings our bell ding dong From: obbajeeba no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, June 22, 2013 7:33 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme Pedicure! I call! a calloused microcosms kosher, salacious flaunt of eagerness, toe in hand yellow blight, O' woe's me! Shed this vile, humbled eyes take celestial sphere. Tally Ho! Off I go! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: a thousand forms tough or tender have housed our souls silly in their aching for the One they've never left. Sweet or not, let all that rumpled flesh glow and rot and ride that aching home From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 5:12 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  oh my oh my being now cursed to the darkness in fear of the light having crosses oceans of time ,Share(ing) the hunt in the darkness she feeds in the night having feast upon my flesh .Cannot fly with broken wings as darkness encompasses all things. Oh where is the a single crepuscular ray sneaking through a small rent in the filth of crawling clouds overarching schism through the gloom--- one with rainbows on morning dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-lifting happy spirits soar listen to my wishes heaven's mysteries parting iris's raiment --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: perfect for our kind of life, bounteous earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4 subtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He starts with John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And then shows the reader that science, not be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar
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Ding dong. caw caw caw, nevermore, poe begone. Toe ring ding a ling. Black the polish on Shani's own, the house of twelve he calls his home. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaWCf1PHxAE --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: She paints her toes, she picks her nose, she keeps us laughing long She never knows, she always knows, she's neither right nor wrong dear Obba glows and Obba crows and rings our bell ding dong From: obbajeeba no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, June 22, 2013 7:33 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  Pedicure! I call! a calloused microcosms kosher, salacious flaunt of eagerness, toe in hand yellow blight, O' woe's me! Shed this vile, humbled eyes take celestial sphere. Tally Ho! Off I go! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: a thousand forms tough or tender have housed our souls silly in their aching for the One they've never left. Sweet or not, let all that rumpled flesh glow and rot and ride that aching home From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 5:12 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme àoh my oh my being now cursed to the darkness in fear of the light having crosses oceans of time ,Share(ing) the hunt in the darkness she feeds in the night having feast upon myàflesh .Cannot fly with broken wings as darkness encompasses all things. Oh where is the a single crepuscular ray sneaking through a small rent in the filthàof crawling clouds overarching schism through the gloom--- one with rainbows onàmorning dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-lifting happy spirits soar listen to my wishes heaven's mysteries partingàiris's raiment --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: perfect for our kind of life, bounteous earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme Ãâàhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4Ãâàsubtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He startsÃâàwith John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And thenÃâàshows the reader that science,Ãâànot be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4 subtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He starts with John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And then shows the reader that science, not be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways. The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time we have for living is quite finite. The adult world may seem a cold and empty place, with no fairies and no Father Christmas, no Toyland or Narnia, no Happy Hunting Ground where mourned pets go, and no angels - guardian or garden variety. But there are also no devils, no hellfire, no wicked witches, no ghosts, no haunted houses, no daemonic possession, no bogeymen or ogres. Yes, Teddy and Dolly turn out not to be really alive. But there are warm, live, speaking, thinking, adult bedfellows to hold, and many of us find it a more rewarding kind of love than the childish affection for stuffed toys, however soft and cuddly they may be. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: salyavin, I like weird ideas too. Even better, something you said once, about the truth being even more wondrous than fiction or scifi or something like that. What's a good example? Well even just bird migration is pretty amazing. Or how they fly in formation. So right, no need to know about faeries to find the garden beautiful. But knowing how different flowers bloom at just the right time to get just the right amount of sun and moisture they need--now that is something that can make the garden look even more beautiful, IMHO (-: Indeed. Animal migration is amazing. and the Monarch buttefly that flies from Mexico to somewhere in north America, but it takes so long they stop and breed, then die and their offspring continue the journey. Or the animals in Africa that have been doing the same route for so long the follow a path that isn't straight because the continenents have shifted, or is it that there have been earthquakes or an ice age? Can't remember offhand If you dig the world of nature I recommend a Richard Dawkins book like The Ancestors Tale or The Greatest Show On Earth, or *any* of his
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perfect for our kind of life, bounteous earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4 subtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He starts with John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And then shows the reader that science, not be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways. The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time we have for living is quite finite. The adult world may seem a cold and empty place, with no fairies and no Father Christmas, no Toyland or Narnia, no Happy Hunting Ground where mourned pets go, and no angels - guardian or garden variety. But there are also no devils, no hellfire, no wicked witches, no ghosts, no haunted houses, no daemonic possession, no bogeymen or ogres. Yes, Teddy and Dolly turn out not to be really alive. But there are warm, live, speaking, thinking, adult bedfellows to hold, and many of us find it a more rewarding kind of love than the childish affection for stuffed toys, however soft and cuddly they may be. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: salyavin, I like weird ideas too. Even better, something you said once, about the truth being even more wondrous than fiction or scifi or something like that. What's a good example? Well even just bird migration is pretty amazing. Or how they fly in formation. So right, no need to know about faeries to find the garden beautiful. But knowing how different flowers bloom at just the right time to get just the right amount of sun and moisture they need--now that is something that can make the garden look even more beautiful, IMHO (-: Indeed. Animal migration is amazing. and the Monarch buttefly that flies from Mexico to somewhere in north America, but it takes so long they stop and breed, then die and their offspring continue
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oh my oh my being now cursed to the darkness in fear of the light having crosses oceans of time ,Share(ing) the hunt in the darkness she feeds in the night having feast upon my flesh .Cannot fly with broken wings as darkness encompasses all things. Oh where is the a single crepuscular ray sneaking through a small rent in the filth of crawling clouds overarching schism through the gloom--- one with rainbows on morning dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-lifting happy spirits soar listen to my wishes heaven's mysteries parting iris's raiment --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote: perfect for our kind of life, bounteous earth, kindred to what our senses feast upon, will at the end and most kindly, feast upon our rumpled flesh From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, June 21, 2013 3:50 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOXMjCnKwb4 subtitled Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder He starts with John Keats' well-known, light-hearted accusation that Isaac Newton (it was Theodoric of Freiberg who discovered rainbows were prismatic) destroyed the poetry of the rainbow by reducing it to the prismatic colors. And then shows the reader that science, not be feared as a sort of cosmological wet blanket ,does not destroy, but rather discovers poetry in the patterns of nature [I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it? Beautiful his opening lines a kind of rise above anaesthetic of familiarity: We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked -- as I am surprisingly often -- why I bother to get up in the mornings. To put it the other way round, isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be a part of it? There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence. For those of us not gifted in poetry, it is at least worth while from time to time making an effort to shake off the anaesthetic. What is the best way of countering the sluggish habituation brought about by our gradual crawl from babyhood? We can't actually fly to another planet. But we can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways. The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time we have for living is quite finite. The adult world may seem a cold and empty place, with no fairies and no Father Christmas, no Toyland or Narnia, no Happy Hunting Ground where mourned pets go, and no angels - guardian or garden variety. But there are also no devils, no hellfire, no wicked witches, no ghosts, no haunted houses, no daemonic possession, no bogeymen or ogres. Yes, Teddy and Dolly turn out not to be really alive. But there are warm, live, speaking, thinking, adult bedfellows to hold, and many of us find it a more rewarding kind of love than the childish affection for stuffed toys, however soft and cuddly they may be. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: salyavin, I like weird ideas too. Even better, something you said once, about the truth being even more wondrous than fiction or scifi or something like that. What's a good example
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: salyavin, I like weird ideas too. Even better, something you said once, about the truth being even more wondrous than fiction or scifi or something like that. What's a good example? Well even just bird migration is pretty amazing. Or how they fly in formation. So right, no need to know about faeries to find the garden beautiful. But knowing how different flowers bloom at just the right time to get just the right amount of sun and moisture they need--now that is something that can make the garden look even more beautiful, IMHO (-: Indeed. Animal migration is amazing. and the Monarch buttefly that flies from Mexico to somewhere in north America, but it takes so long they stop and breed, then die and their offspring continue the journey. Or the animals in Africa that have been doing the same route for so long the follow a path that isn't straight because the continenents have shifted, or is it that there have been earthquakes or an ice age? Can't remember offhand If you dig the world of nature I recommend a Richard Dawkins book like The Ancestors Tale or The Greatest Show On Earth, or *any* of his non-religious natural history books, he really is one of the best communicators of this stuff ever and his books are always full of astounding factoids about nature. Actually his book Unweaving The Rainbow should be read by a lot of people here because he reveals what's really amazing about crystals etc, and how much superior reality is compared to the tedious new age myths that develop round things. Would find a link to a review or two but my computer is overheating and needs to be repaired before my fingernails melt!
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salyavin, thank you so much for book recs. Just that title, Unweaving the Rainbow, makes me put it on my amazon to buy list. Even though the pink crystal hanging on the lamp on my desk seems forlorn at the thought (-: As for your finger nails melting, yep, you've been very busy this week, shooting them UFOs out of the sky etc. In another post I liked what you said about scientists actually being thrilled if something like levitation happens because then they get to explore a new and intriguing area of knowledge. I also really liked the Feynman quote about focusing on what's really happening rather than on what might possibly happen. You ask, where is stress in collective consciousness held. I'd say in the quantum field. Then as it builds up, it spills over into matter. Similarly, negative thoughts or emotions in our personal field can build up and spill over into our body. We simply don't have the instruments to measure such. Well, except animals seems to know when an earthquake is about to occur. I wonder how animal science explains that! From: salyavin808 fintlewoodle...@mail.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, June 18, 2013 1:02 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: salyavin, I like weird ideas too. Even better, something you said once, about the truth being even more wondrous than fiction or scifi or something like that. What's a good example? Well even just bird migration is pretty amazing. Or how they fly in formation. So right, no need to know about faeries to find the garden beautiful. But knowing how different flowers bloom at just the right time to get just the right amount of sun and moisture they need--now that is something that can make the garden look even more beautiful, IMHO (-: Indeed. Animal migration is amazing. and the Monarch buttefly that flies from Mexico to somewhere in north America, but it takes so long they stop and breed, then die and their offspring continue the journey. Or the animals in Africa that have been doing the same route for so long the follow a path that isn't straight because the continenents have shifted, or is it that there have been earthquakes or an ice age? Can't remember offhand If you dig the world of nature I recommend a Richard Dawkins book like The Ancestors Tale or The Greatest Show On Earth, or *any* of his non-religious natural history books, he really is one of the best communicators of this stuff ever and his books are always full of astounding factoids about nature. Actually his book Unweaving The Rainbow should be read by a lot of people here because he reveals what's really amazing about crystals etc, and how much superior reality is compared to the tedious new age myths that develop round things. Would find a link to a review or two but my computer is overheating and needs to be repaired before my fingernails melt!
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@... wrote: Did you ever read When Prophecy Fails by Leon Festinger? Very interesting. To his theory of cognitive dissonance he and his students infiltrated a UFO cult who believed the world was about to end and that believers would be taken to safety in UFO's. It isn't spoiling the ending to tell you that the world survived but the way in which the TBs reacted when the ships didn't arrive was really surprising. I think it's a must read for students of far out beliefs so I won't spoil it. But I did really feel for them as they tried to make sense about what went wrong. salyavin - I just put this book on my Kindle account, so I will have some reading later today, after I go see a movie about things that do not exist. Thanks for the information. I had not heard of it. Probably up there with the investment classic 'Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds' written by Charles Mackay in 1841.
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salyavin, I like weird ideas too. Even better, something you said once, about the truth being even more wondrous than fiction or scifi or something like that. What's a good example? Well even just bird migration is pretty amazing. Or how they fly in formation. So right, no need to know about faeries to find the garden beautiful. But knowing how different flowers bloom at just the right time to get just the right amount of sun and moisture they need--now that is something that can make the garden look even more beautiful, IMHO (-: From: salyavin808 fintlewoodle...@mail.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, June 15, 2013 5:22 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: salyavin I think we're gonna have to get out the old fMRI machines to figure out, on the physical level, why people, even you, go for weird beliefs at some point in their life. Or at many points. From the point of view of psychology, I'd say we all like to think we've got it figured out. Makes us feel in control, makes us feel safe. See, even as I write this I feel safe. I've got us humans figured out (-: Well, I'm glad someone knows what's going on! I love weird ideas. I joined a book club when I was 16 which was dedicated to the esoteric, I had them all, astrology, spiritualism, Crowley's magick, daemonic realities, folklore, revisionist archaeology and even a Richard Dawkins or two. So I had a proper grounding in weird and adventurous thought which led me to a lifetime subscription to the Fortean Times, the UK's journal of weird phenomena. My first copy was purchased because of an article about crop circles! I even had an article about me in there once, alien big cats on the loose. Or not as it turned out. Even did some experiments with CSICOP, the Committee for Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal. All inconclusive of course. The cosmic joker never shows his hand. Or is it all just a load of nonsense derived from wishful thinking? I get too jaded to care, there are so many interesting and actually measurable things to ponder that these days. It's enough for me just to know the garden is beautiful without thinking there are fairies at the bottom of it too. There's a nice quote to end on. From: salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, June 15, 2013 2:53 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Creme’s prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. Ah, what's 2 degrees of masterdom between friends? I'd find this Maitreya an easier figure to rally round if I knew who he/she was. Even if they just collected the interviews so we could see the wisdom, people would be a bit more enthusiastic I'm sure. Why the secrecy? You can only hold our enthusiastic attention for so long you know He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. True enough, I just visit at weekends. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm Priesthoods always act as an intermediary between some usually invisible or hidden knowledge and the common schmuk, that is how they keep their job. This is how 'favoured' disciples also act between their master and those 'below' them on the groupie scale. I think this is a bad way to advance spiritually, to ride on the coattails of the leader. Spirituality is not about being a follower forever; if you do not gain
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@... wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Cremeâs prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Cremeâs prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. Ah, what's 2 degrees of masterdom between friends? I'd find this Maitreya an easier figure to rally round if I knew who he/she was. Even if they just collected the interviews so we could see the wisdom, people would be a bit more enthusiastic I'm sure. Why the secrecy? You can only hold our enthusiastic attention for so long you know He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. True enough, I just visit at weekends. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Cremeâs prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. Ah, what's 2 degrees of masterdom between friends? I'd find this Maitreya an easier figure to rally round if I knew who he/she was. Even if they just collected the interviews so we could see the wisdom, people would be a bit more enthusiastic I'm sure. Why the secrecy? You can only hold our enthusiastic attention for so long you know He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. True enough, I just visit at weekends. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm Priesthoods always act as an intermediary between some usually invisible or hidden knowledge and the common schmuk, that is how they keep their job. This is how 'favoured' disciples also act between their master and those 'below' them on the groupie scale. I think this is a bad way to advance spiritually, to ride on the coattails of the leader. Spirituality is not about being a follower forever; if you do not gain autonomy, you are doomed spiritually. Creme would be out of the limelight if his supposed master really appeared. As long as he can keep his fictional (Buddhist-derived) master hidden behind a wall of mystery and anticipation, he can get points for revealing snippets of stuff proffered under the title of 'wisdom'. Creme is pretty old now, so it will be interesting to find out what happens if he dies soon. My speculation is the whole thing will die out, or perhaps some of his more hare-brained followers will try to keep up the illusion.
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Cremeâs prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. Ah, what's 2 degrees of masterdom between friends? I'd find this Maitreya an easier figure to rally round if I knew who he/she was. Even if they just collected the interviews so we could see the wisdom, people would be a bit more enthusiastic I'm sure. Why the secrecy? You can only hold our enthusiastic attention for so long you know He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. True enough, I just visit at weekends. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm Priesthoods always act as an intermediary between some usually invisible or hidden knowledge and the common schmuk, that is how they keep their job. This is how 'favoured' disciples also act between their master and those 'below' them on the groupie scale. I think this is a bad way to advance spiritually, to ride on the coattails of the leader. Spirituality is not about being a follower forever; if you do not gain autonomy, you are doomed spiritually. Creme would be out of the limelight if his supposed master really appeared. As long as he can keep his fictional (Buddhist-derived) master hidden behind a wall of mystery and anticipation, he can get points for revealing snippets of stuff proffered under the title of 'wisdom'. Creme is pretty old now, so it will be interesting to find out what happens if he dies soon. My speculation is the whole thing will die out, or perhaps some of his more hare-brained followers will try to keep up the illusion. Or Maitreya will appear and save us all Did you ever read When Prophecy Fails by Leon Festinger? Very interesting. To his theory of cognitive dissonance he and his students infiltrated a UFO cult who believed the world was about to end and that believers would be taken to safety in UFO's. It isn't spoiling the ending to tell you that the world survived but the way in which the TBs reacted when the ships didn't arrive was really surprising. I think it's a must read for students of far out beliefs so I won't spoil it. But I did really feel for them as they tried to make sense about what went wrong. It's easy to say they were dumbasses for believing it in the first place but most people get suckered by weird beliefs at some point. I even joined the TMO for crissakes! There must be a psychological term for this need to think there is more to reality than appearances suggest. Orbis non Sufficit Syndrome maybe? Or maybe wild speculation is the natural human state before experience helps us develop a bullshit detector to guard us against folly?
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salyavin I think we're gonna have to get out the old fMRI machines to figure out, on the physical level, why people, even you, go for weird beliefs at some point in their life. Or at many points. From the point of view of psychology, I'd say we all like to think we've got it figured out. Makes us feel in control, makes us feel safe. See, even as I write this I feel safe. I've got us humans figured out (-: From: salyavin808 fintlewoodle...@mail.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, June 15, 2013 2:53 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Creme’s prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. Ah, what's 2 degrees of masterdom between friends? I'd find this Maitreya an easier figure to rally round if I knew who he/she was. Even if they just collected the interviews so we could see the wisdom, people would be a bit more enthusiastic I'm sure. Why the secrecy? You can only hold our enthusiastic attention for so long you know He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. True enough, I just visit at weekends. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm Priesthoods always act as an intermediary between some usually invisible or hidden knowledge and the common schmuk, that is how they keep their job. This is how 'favoured' disciples also act between their master and those 'below' them on the groupie scale. I think this is a bad way to advance spiritually, to ride on the coattails of the leader. Spirituality is not about being a follower forever; if you do not gain autonomy, you are doomed spiritually. Creme would be out of the limelight if his supposed master really appeared. As long as he can keep his fictional (Buddhist-derived) master hidden behind a wall of mystery and anticipation, he can get points for revealing snippets of stuff proffered under the title of 'wisdom'. Creme is pretty old now, so it will be interesting to find out what happens if he dies soon. My speculation is the whole thing will die out, or perhaps some of his more hare-brained followers will try to keep up the illusion. Or Maitreya will appear and save us all Did you ever read When Prophecy Fails by Leon Festinger? Very interesting. To his theory of cognitive dissonance he and his students infiltrated a UFO cult who believed the world was about to end and that believers would be taken to safety in UFO's. It isn't spoiling the ending to tell you that the world survived but the way in which the TBs reacted when the ships didn't arrive was really surprising. I think it's a must read for students of far out beliefs so I won't spoil it. But I did really feel for them as they tried to make sense about what went wrong. It's easy to say they were dumbasses for believing it in the first place but most people get suckered by weird beliefs at some point. I even joined the TMO for crissakes! There must be a psychological term for this need to think there is more to reality than appearances suggest. Orbis non Sufficit Syndrome maybe? Or maybe wild speculation is the natural human state before experience helps us develop a bullshit detector to guard us against folly?
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--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: salyavin I think we're gonna have to get out the old fMRI machines to figure out, on the physical level, why people, even you, go for weird beliefs at some point in their life. Or at many points. From the point of view of psychology, I'd say we all like to think we've got it figured out. Makes us feel in control, makes us feel safe. See, even as I write this I feel safe. I've got us humans figured out (-: Well, I'm glad someone knows what's going on! I love weird ideas. I joined a book club when I was 16 which was dedicated to the esoteric, I had them all, astrology, spiritualism, Crowley's magick, daemonic realities, folklore, revisionist archaeology and even a Richard Dawkins or two. So I had a proper grounding in weird and adventurous thought which led me to a lifetime subscription to the Fortean Times, the UK's journal of weird phenomena. My first copy was purchased because of an article about crop circles! I even had an article about me in there once, alien big cats on the loose. Or not as it turned out. Even did some experiments with CSICOP, the Committee for Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal. All inconclusive of course. The cosmic joker never shows his hand. Or is it all just a load of nonsense derived from wishful thinking? I get too jaded to care, there are so many interesting and actually measurable things to ponder that these days. It's enough for me just to know the garden is beautiful without thinking there are fairies at the bottom of it too. There's a nice quote to end on. From: salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, June 15, 2013 2:53 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Cremeââ¬â¢s prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. Ah, what's 2 degrees of masterdom between friends? I'd find this Maitreya an easier figure to rally round if I knew who he/she was. Even if they just collected the interviews so we could see the wisdom, people would be a bit more enthusiastic I'm sure. Why the secrecy? You can only hold our enthusiastic attention for so long you know He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. True enough, I just visit at weekends. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm Priesthoods always act as an intermediary between some usually invisible or hidden knowledge and the common schmuk, that is how they keep their job. This is how 'favoured' disciples also act between their master and those 'below' them on the groupie scale. I think this is a bad way to advance spiritually, to ride on the coattails of the leader. Spirituality is not about being a follower forever; if you do not gain autonomy, you are doomed spiritually. Creme would be out of the limelight if his supposed master really appeared. As long as he can keep his fictional (Buddhist-derived) master hidden behind a wall of mystery and anticipation, he can get points for revealing snippets of stuff proffered under the title of 'wisdom'. Creme is pretty old now, so it will be interesting to find out what happens if he dies soon. My speculation is the whole thing will die out, or perhaps some of his more hare-brained followers will try to keep up the illusion. Or Maitreya will appear and save us all Did you ever read When Prophecy Fails by Leon Festinger? Very interesting. To his theory of cognitive dissonance he and his students
[FairfieldLife] Re: Le Creme de la Creme
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Xenophaneros Anartaxius anartaxius@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: Sometimes when I am bored, I find stuff on the web: You know of Benjamin Creme, right, and his relation to Jesus, and you know about Benjamin Cremeâs prophetic function in regard to the coming of the Super Fifth Degree Master and Teacher, the great and mighty all-powerful Maitreya, who outranks Jesus himself, right? Wrong, Maitreya is a 7'th degree Master. Guru Dev is a 6'th degree Master. If you're bored and obviously obsessed with people like Mr. Benjamin Creme, at least you could get the facts straight. Ah, what's 2 degrees of masterdom between friends? I'd find this Maitreya an easier figure to rally round if I knew who he/she was. Even if they just collected the interviews so we could see the wisdom, people would be a bit more enthusiastic I'm sure. Why the secrecy? You can only hold our enthusiastic attention for so long you know He always seemed to turn up in the New Age lecture calendars, a distinguished-looking gentleman who had something to say about the Second Coming of the Christ. I recall something about Jesus having already come back, that he was living quietly in London, awaiting recognition. Wrong again, Jesus never lived in London. True enough, I just visit at weekends. Since you obviously are unable to get even the simplest information correctly I suggest that you start some self-study: http://shareintl.org/magazine/old_issues/2013/2013-05.htm Priesthoods always act as an intermediary between some usually invisible or hidden knowledge and the common schmuk, that is how they keep their job. This is how 'favoured' disciples also act between their master and those 'below' them on the groupie scale. I think this is a bad way to advance spiritually, to ride on the coattails of the leader. Spirituality is not about being a follower forever; if you do not gain autonomy, you are doomed spiritually. Creme would be out of the limelight if his supposed master really appeared. As long as he can keep his fictional (Buddhist-derived) master hidden behind a wall of mystery and anticipation, he can get points for revealing snippets of stuff proffered under the title of 'wisdom'. Creme is pretty old now, so it will be interesting to find out what happens if he dies soon. My speculation is the whole thing will die out, or perhaps some of his more hare-brained followers will try to keep up the illusion. I would say that is a fairly safe prediction. I don't think there is a third option.
