RE: Jerry and Eric, Jil and Mazie, Jan and Bruce, Gloria and Zenbob, and all

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Thank you for sharing Jerry, Eric, and Jill, and Mazie. One of these days, I

can see you all at a retreat. We will put a little music on and love to

watch you all dance to your heart's content.

 

I can see it in my mind even now. Thank you for the all the beautiful gifts

and the joy of friendship and fellowship.

 

Love to all

Harsha

 

 

Jill Eggers [eggersj]

Saturday, February 09, 2002 9:13 PM

Jerry and Eric

 

Thank you Eric, for talking about yourself. I have been amazed at how

prolific a writer you are, and it is a pleasure to hear how you came to

writing and how simply it flows for you. I am a painter but I have not had

such an open and fluid relationship to my work as you describe, and it is

lovely to hear such a relation to one's creative work is possible.

 

Jerry, thank you for your beautiful post about music. I have been thinking

of you all evening since reading that, of you pounding around in your living

room, conducting the music and your own heart's opening...it is such a

beautiful image...with a little of the madman thrown in... I would like

to see it in a movie.

 

After I read that post I went downstairs and put on some music that I love.

Your post and Eric's reminded me of what I too often forget--to feel joy, to

allow joy, to occasionally abandon rigor and work, and move into a state of

abandon and openness to spirit that is not checked by a sense of duty, or

hesitation, or anything else.

 

Jill

 

 

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Well Jerry, this gives me an opportunity to talk about myself. One of my

favourite

pastimes! Firstly, I don't like the term non-duality. It stinks of

enlightenment, and I

dislike being anything other than my life in God expressed as eric.

Discussion as

to whether eric really exists or not leave me either laughing

uproariously, or bored.

And as for God. Forget it! This conscious joy and this fleeting sorrow

is

all the God

I need. If I say God I mean Love, and if I say love, I mean this life of

us. Anyway

enough of metaphysics. Just an other of my pet dislikes.

 

I am dyslexic. Not severely, but enough to show. I never wrote more than

a

I had to

in y working life, and for years just winged it. It was not until I got

my first

computer (about three years ago), that I began to write. Knowing that the

word

processor could correct almost all my errors, was a great creative

liberation for me.

I knew that I was a writer from the moment I sat down in front of this

keyboard.

I think my writing took on the form of poetry and prosetry (my word for

poetic

prose), because it has few rules. It can engage the part of the mind that

does not

concern itself with regulation, but explores the shape of ideas

themselves. Just as

music does. I could babble on about poetry and music, but must stick to

my

focus

here. I am inspired. I am cut through and flooding out with inspiration.

I

am by no

means unique in this, but I just want to tell you how this divine flow

happens.

It is Intelligent Guidance of course. It is overwhelming love-play. How

did I get like

this? Like most of us at some time. We get right down to the bottom of

the

barrel.

The only way up from there is out of yourself. This all happened a long

time ago,

but its effect can be seen now in my creations. Apart from transitory ego

satisfactions, I have no great concern if a particular person hates,

loves

or is

indifferent to my works, and so, I can get out of the way of myself.

Which

is the

primary cause of writers block. I do need to share though, because love

must be

shared. This indifference is quite shameless, which means that I can just

do my

thing. I am totally vulnerable. love has opened me. Please don't get the

impression

that I am some kind of goofball saint. I am very ordinary, full of ego,

and in my

human condition very imperfect. I have simply said to the universe: Play

me......

And it does. It took some application and practice on my part. Now it

takes none.

I have this big rabbits ear in my soul, and it picks up on the wave

lengths that are

usually not udible on the main frequency range. Inspiration has to be

allowed.

In order to allow it, you have to be a trust that there is a listening

post in the heart.

Then there is no effort involved, only a deep listening. I feel that

those

great

composers and song writers got into this flow also. It gets so you hardly

dare take

the credit for it. It just arrives and happens in you. The music is

playing all the time,

its just that we cover it up with all those defensive doubts in our

abilities to receive

it.

 

Okay, that's enough of this eric monologue.

 

love

 

your self expression

known as eric.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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>> Just a note of thanks Jerry. Some posts must be affirmed, and celebrated.

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>> I agree with all that you have said on the power of music.

>> love

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> Thank you, Eric. l'm always afraid of coming across as self

> indulgent when l get this personal, so your response means alot. l marvel

> at your poetry and frequently wonder what experiences you've had to yield

> and nurture such a gift.

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All paths go 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.

 

 

 

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