re music poll

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Hi Hillary,

 

I believe I've told this story here before, so please forgive if it's

redundant. Also, if it's not purely about music.

 

When I was about 28 or so, I was living in a two-room suite by myself in

a dormitory, and one evening I was very bored. I had some LSD left over

from my graduate school experience, so I took it. I was listening to

Jimi Hendrix, who was bored as well, and I couldn't deal with his

self-effacing comments ("blah, blah, woof, woof, well that was terrible,

let's see what we can do with this one..."), so I put on Astral Weeks by

Van Morrison. There is a song on there with the chorus "To be born

again...", repeated several times. During this chorus, I was suddenly no

longer bored. I was pushing against a membrane of some sort, which

broke, causing me to be drenched, and I was standing in the midst of a

singing choir of angels, who were cheering for me. I felt as though I

had just been married and it was a huge celebration. Unfortunately, I

mistook one level for another and called a woman on whom I had a crush,

to see if it had happened to her as well. It woke her up at 4:00am, much

to her dismay. Oh well... Up until the foolish telephone call, I

remember it as a very numinous experience, and I do feel the music had a

lot to do with it.

 

Love, Mark

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Wonderful story Mark

Love, Wim

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> Mark Otter [mark.otter]

> Wednesday, August 08, 2001 10:01 AM

> harsha

> re music poll

>

>

> Hi Hillary,

>

> I believe I've told this story here before, so please forgive if it's

> redundant. Also, if it's not purely about music.

>

> When I was about 28 or so, I was living in a two-room suite by myself in

> a dormitory, and one evening I was very bored. I had some LSD left over

> from my graduate school experience, so I took it. I was listening to

> Jimi Hendrix, who was bored as well, and I couldn't deal with his

> self-effacing comments ("blah, blah, woof, woof, well that was terrible,

> let's see what we can do with this one..."), so I put on Astral Weeks by

> Van Morrison. There is a song on there with the chorus "To be born

> again...", repeated several times. During this chorus, I was suddenly no

> longer bored. I was pushing against a membrane of some sort, which

> broke, causing me to be drenched, and I was standing in the midst of a

> singing choir of angels, who were cheering for me. I felt as though I

> had just been married and it was a huge celebration. Unfortunately, I

> mistook one level for another and called a woman on whom I had a crush,

> to see if it had happened to her as well. It woke her up at 4:00am, much

> to her dismay. Oh well... Up until the foolish telephone call, I

> remember it as a very numinous experience, and I do feel the music had a

> lot to do with it.

>

> Love, Mark

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Wednesday, August 08, 2001 10:01 AM

re music poll

Hi Hillary,I believe I've told this story here before, so please

forgive if it'sredundant. Also, if it's not purely about music.When I

was about 28 or so, I was living in a two-room suite by myself ina

dormitory, and one evening I was very bored. I had some LSD left

overfrom my graduate school experience, so I took it. I was

listening toJimi Hendrix, who was bored as well, and I couldn't deal

with hisself-effacing comments ("blah, blah, woof, woof, well that

was terrible,let's see what we can do with this one..."), so I put on

Astral Weeks byVan Morrison. There is a song on there with the chorus

"To be bornagain...", repeated several times. During this chorus, I

was suddenly nolonger bored. I was pushing against a membrane of some

sort, whichbroke, causing me to be drenched, and I was standing in the

midst of asinging choir of angels, who were cheering for me. I felt

as though Ihad just been married and it was a huge celebration.

Unfortunately, Imistook one level for another and called a woman on

whom I had a crush,to see if it had happened to her as well. It woke

her up at 4:00am, muchto her dismay. Oh well... Up until the foolish

telephone call, Iremember it as a very numinous experience, and I do

feel the music had alot to do with it.Love, Mark

Dear Mark,

This is such a great and funny story! Do you mind if I send it to

my brother?

Love,

Kheyala

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somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions,

and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back

into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of

Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It

is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the

Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of

Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self.

Welcome all to a.Your use of is subject

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