Sat-shit-banana

January 17, 2003

Dear Lady Joyce -

Yes - the reward is in the surrender. And so, walk hand in hand with

the Divine, with no idea of the outcome, but wholly surrendered

nonetheless, in peace and Love and ... What is that? Light? Yes, it

is Light... And so Joyce kneels down and puts her arms around Lady

Joyce. Lady Joyce wraps her arms around Joyce as they join together

in the Light......seamlessly at the Heart ...only in the onenss of

Divinity.

love,

joyce

, "Lady Joyce" <ladyjoy@v...>

wrote:

> Lady Joyce...photo taken by Dad...

> First Holy Communion

>

> Lady Joyce opens the Door and comes skipping into the room. She

calls out, "Look at me...look at me...I am not asleep....Oh, Sri

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee................." She squeals as her

little foot catches a banana peel on the floor. She slides across

the floor, barely manages to keep her legs together, falls down onto

her dress, on her, um, little bottom, and in a cloud of white ruffles

and lace...heads for the wall. Right towards some shadowy lump on

the floor, up against the wall.

>

> What's that lump on the floor, up against the wall? She thumps

into the soft lump. Oh, it's not a lump...Why, it's Shawn, you know,

the Shawn who coined the phrase Sat-shit-banana. Banana,

allright!!! Shawn*(#&*(068-3846-82609 ate the banana, left the banana

peel on the floor, crawled over to the side of the room mumbling over

and over, again and again... my concepts are grinding to a halt!

What do I do? Sat-shit-banana..Sat-shit- banana...Sat- shit-

banana .....ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........

>

> Oh, yes....ate that banana and went to sleep...Lady Joyce looks

indignant and says..."you

creep. Look what you made

me do to my white dress. Joyce just washed it and now you made me

get it a dirty mess," she says in a huff as she adjusts

Her ruffles and lace, back into perfect First Holy Communion place.

>

> "Now what is all this fuss about Sat-shit-banana, I mean Sat- chit-

ananda? Let's go back and take a look at what Sri Harshaji says in

faith and trust, which is what I think started all this fuss...

>

> --

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>

> Nonduality by its nature does not involve rejection of

> duality.

>

> One starts where one already is, one travels where one

> already is, and one ends up where one already is, but

> this need not imply that there is never a journey from

> any perspective. In the journey of life, faith and

> trust in the Guru can play and do play a role. The

> Guru may be Jesus, or Krishna, or Buddha, or Ramana or

> someone of your choice. You need not have a social

> relationship with the Guru. The Guru is always the

> Self and is reflected in outer gurus.

>

> My teacher used to say that a real teacher is like an

> ice cube. He cools your consciousness and then

> disappears leaving no trace. Self-Realization is like

> that. It leaves no trace of the path, but road maps

> are drawn anyway. They are not bad, these road maps,

> so no need to discount them. They may not be perfect,

> but perfection is not required, because perfection is

> already inherent in us.

>

> A True Guru is like a bridge. One end of the bridge

> invites one to use one's energy and start walking

> (that is the method). The other end of the bridge

> invites one to rest (that is the goal). The last step

> is not easy and so there is the Guru existing as the

> bridge inviting us to take it. Faith and trust are

> helpful at some stage. To allow for that faith to

> flower is Grace. Guru is Grace.

>

> Once the bridge is crossed, the method and the goal

> merges and the bridge disappears in Pure

> Consciousness. The ancients called It Sat-Chit-Ananda.

> That being the Self-Nature or the Heart. Sat means

> that which is Self-Existence, Chit means Consciousness

> which is fully aware of ItSelf as Self-Knowledge.

> Ananda means that which is Self-Bliss. One monolithic

> whole described as three from the perspective of the

> mind, but One simultaneously. Fully empty of all

> things and yet Fullness It Self. That is the sheer

> beauty of It!

>

> One can enjoy words and philosophy and still remain

> indifferent to rigid positions and views. To be easy

> and natural is the way. What is the easiest thing to

> do for you? Perhaps it's just breathing in and

> breathing out and blessing the whole cosmos with each

> breath.

>

> Love to all

> Harsha

>

> The Heart is the Self. The Self is the Heart.

> ---------------------------

>

> So beautiful, Harshaji. Lady Joyce, who knows alot more than she

Realizes, says..."Sometimes the words can be confusing. I have read

some variation on this theme many times now. I have looked at it and

thought I read it many times. I have thought that I looked it and

read it many times. Really, most of the time I was paying no

attention at All. The Way I See It, trying to figure it out gets me

all stressed out. And, it is all an illusion, a grand delusion of

confusion. So, why bother? But, then, what does It All mean? "

Time to dissect the Sad Guru...

>

> Sri Harshaji: One starts where one already is, one travels where one

> already is, and one ends up where one already is, but

> this need not imply that there is never a journey from

> any perspective.

>

> Lady Joyce: No matter how hard you try, you cannot get away from

your Self.

>

> Sri Harshaji: In the journey of life, faith and

> trust in the Guru can play and do play a role. The

> Guru may be Jesus, or Krishna, or Buddha, or Ramana or

> someone of your choice. You need not have a social

> relationship with the Guru. The Guru is always the

> Self and is reflected in outer gurus.

>

> Lady Joyce: "I" am the Truth, the Light and the Way."

>

> Sri Harshaji: My teacher used to say that a real teacher is like an

> ice cube. He cools your consciousness and then

> disappears leaving no trace. Self-Realization is like

> that. It leaves no trace of the path, but road maps

> are drawn anyway. They are not bad, these road maps,

> so no need to discount them. They may not be perfect,

> but perfection is not required, because perfection is

> already inherent in us.

>

> Lady Joyce gets a satisfied look on her face. "Ah, sat-chit-

ananda. I am perfect. Maharshi says so...so there."

>

> A True Guru is like a bridge. One end of the bridge

> invites one to use one's energy and start walking

> (that is the method). The other end of the bridge

> invites one to rest (that is the goal). The last step

> is not easy and so there is the Guru existing as the

> bridge inviting us to take it. Faith and trust are

> helpful at some stage. To allow for that faith to

> flower is Grace. Guru is Grace.

>

> Lady Joyce: Like a bridge over troubled waters, I will take you

there.

>

> Sri Harshaji: Once the bridge is crossed, the method and the goal

> merges and the bridge disappears in Pure

> Consciousness. The ancients called It Sat-Chit-Ananda.

> That being the Self-Nature or the Heart. Sat means

> that which is Self-Existence, Chit means Consciousness

> which is fully aware of ItSelf as Self-Knowledge.

> Ananda means that which is Self-Bliss. One monolithic

> whole described as three from the perspective of the

> mind, but One simultaneously. Fully empty of all

> things and yet Fullness It Self. That is the sheer

> beauty of It!

>

> Lady Joyce: The ancients called it Sat-Chit-Ananda.

> So, what do they call it Now, Sri Harshaji. Sounds alot like that

Moshka, or Moksha, or whatever you call It.

>

> Sri Harshaji: One can enjoy words and philosophy and still remain

> indifferent to rigid positions and views. To be easy

> and natural is the way. What is the easiest thing to

> do for you? Perhaps it's just breathing in and

> breathing out and blessing the whole cosmos with each

> breath.

>

> Lady Joyce: Oh, Harshaji, you say it so beautifully. Now, what do

you mean? Lady Joyce gets a satisfied look on her face again. "Ah,

sat-chit-ananda. I am perfect. Maharshi says so...so there. All I

have to do is breath and I am perfect."

>

> As she rubs her embarrassed but uninjured butt, Lady Joyce suddenly

jumps at the sound of the Door opening behind her. As a result of

past experience, she has learned to keep Her eye out for That which

comes from behind :-) She turns around quickly on her little

feet...lifts her little hands in prayer...and begins to chant...Asato

Maa Sadgamaya... then stops when she sees who it is..."Oh, whew, it

is you...

> G-L-O-R-I-A, GLOooooooooRIA G-L-O-R-I-A, GLOooooooooRIA G-L-O-R-

I-A, GLOooooooooRIA

>

> Our beautiful sunflower, open in homage to God day and

night,

radiant in her Glorious, Glorious light...While

I am a Lady primrose of the Night...

>

> Lady Joyce shuts up long enough to look down at the wall again.

And guess who she sees, up against the wall? Why, it is John Dimwit-

er, I mean, John de Ruiter... She gives him a delicate kick with her

little foot, and he begins to mumble... "Honesty is the

most profound happening that one could ever experience. It finally

takes us from the discouraging path to Truth, directly onto the road

of Truth." and then..."I'm waiting for the end of time, to hurry up

and begin, cause if I have to spend another minute with you..." Lady

Joyce begins to grin.

>

> "Look, G-L-O-R-I-A, look who It is. Why don't you kick him? I won't

tell...he will never know what happened to him. Give him two kicks,

one for each blonde. Two, two, two blondes in One...Give him one for

me, too, in the name of the other Lady, Joyce. You know, just like

Harsha says, "I wish all these gurus could practice what they preach.

How easy it

> is to dispense pop psycho babble advice on how to live!? :-). "

>

> Lady Joyce smiles. "Yes, all that psycho-babble of his and look

what he did...stinking liar, and another thing...Lady Joyce babbles

on with her incessant judgments when suddenly, a Glorious Glorious

Light enters the Room....

> "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," squeals Lady Joyce...."It's Sri Maharshi,

the Bhagavan," ...she whispers, as she Realizes This Her Self.

>

> She puts her little hands into prayer, bows low in homage, then

looks up, way up, and says to Maharshi from under her veil, which has

now fallen over her face...So nice to see you...But what are you

doing here, Sir, I mean , Sri? (gulp) Maharshi?"

>

> A beatific voice resonates, "I am coming to the rescue. Little

One, I am here and everywhere...just like you are. And I heard you

calling Shawn a creep. But don't make a peep. Or you'll get in more

Deep... And as to John, he is also one of the circle...although it

is hard to say I forgive you...it is The Way of the Light that

shines so Bright In All of Us...Remember, We are All Connected."

>

> Remember, Little One, what I said here...From Conscious Immortality

>

> M: You are always pure. It is your senses and body which tempt you

and

> which you confuse with your real Self. So first know who is tempted

> and who is there to tempt. But even if you do commit adultery, do

not

> think about it afterwards, because you yourself are always pure.

you

> are not the sinner.

>

> "Please don't fret, Because you are perfect...Now please say this

after me Oh, Bold Little One Three times three... And Yes, the

Truth shall set you free. "I" am the Truth, the Light and the

Way... "I" am my own Sadguru...It does not matter what I do Or how I

do it. As long as I follow the glow. As long as I walk in the

light. As long as I strive for my actions to be right.

>

> I have said this before, Lady Joyce. Hear this... From the

standpoint of the path of knowledge it is the supreme state of the

Self, which is the Sad-guru. It is different from the ego-self, which

you call your self. ..Therefore, they say the Guru is none other than

the Lord. He is a human embodiment of the Divine Grace. The real Guru

is God himself (in human form). Who can doubt this?

>

> "Not me, Sri Maharshi." smiles Lady Joyce. I know this to be

True. Now, what can I do for you?

>

> "Won't you sing a song of devotion for me, Joyce? "

>

> Joyce sings, missing some of the high notes...

>

> Prabhujee Dayaa Karo...Oh Master, show some compassion on me

>

> Maname Aana Baso...Please come and dwell in my heart

>

> Tuma Biina Laage Soonaa...Because without you, it is painfully

lonely

>

> Khaali Ghatame Prema Bharo...Fill this empty pot with the nectar of

love

>

> Tantra Mantra Poojaa Nahi Jaanu...I do not know any Tantra, Mantra,

or ritualistic worship

>

> Mai To Kevala Tumako Hi Maanu...I know and believe only in you

>

> Sare Jaga Me Dhundaa Tumako...I have been searching for you all

over the world

>

> Aba To Aakara Baahan Dharo...please come and hold my hand now

>

> Ravi Shankar

>

> "That was beautiful. Oh, Joyce...one more thing...Give your tears

to me." says Maharshi gently. "Thank you, Maharshi...says Joyce, as

the tears begin to well up in her eyes...As her body begins to shake

with the grief that comes to the surface, she says. "Take my tears,

Maharshi, please." Slowly, she calms down, thankful for the grace

that is always there. The Light is gone now, but the Grace is still

there and Joyce is at peace again, for the moment. Lady Joyce

watches quietly, glad that she is the 7 year old in the moment that

is now.

>

> For you see, Lady Joyce knows that Maharhsi knows that Joyce's

tears are because she does not want to walk throught the Valley of

the Shadow of the Death Penalty, but she knows it is the right thing

to do. It is time for her to dig in the dirt again. Lady Joyce knows

that Joyce is not afraid. She also knows that Joyce still feels the

pain, very much. It is the pain that Joyce does not want to feel.

But it is all an illusion, isn't it?

>

> So, she will walk, hand in hand with the divine, In surrender to

the request, no idea of the outcome. But that cannot matter. For

the reward is in the surrender alone. She and Lady Joyce turn away,

and begin to walk together hand in hand. Lady Joyce begins and Joyce

joins in..."though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,

I shall fear no evil." Joyce looks down at Lady Joyce and says

quietly..."for I walk hand in hand with the Divine." Joyce kneels

down and puts her arms around Lady Joyce. Lady Joyce wraps her arms

around Joyce as they join together in the Light......seamlessly at

the Heart ...only in the onenss of Divinity.

January 18, 2003

Lady Joyce...photo taken by Dad...

First Holy Communion

"That was beautiful. Oh, Joyce...one more thing...Give your tears to

me." says Maharshi gently. "Thank you, Maharshi...says Joyce, as the

tears begin to well up in her eyes...As her body begins to shake with

the grief that comes to the surface, she says. "Take my tears,

Maharshi, please." Slowly, she calms down, thankful for the grace

that is always there. The Light is gone now, but the Grace is still

there and Joyce is at peace again, for the moment. Lady Joyce

watches quietly, glad that she is the 7 year old in the moment that

is now.

For you see, Lady Joyce knows that Maharhsi knows that Joyce’s tears

are because she does not want to walk throught the Valley of the

Shadow of the Death Penalty, but she knows it is the right thing to

do. It is time for her to dig in the dirt again. Lady Joyce knows

that Joyce is not afraid. She also knows that Joyce still feels the

pain, very much. It is the pain that Joyce does not want to feel.

But it is all an illusion, isn't it?

So, she will walk, hand in hand with the divine, In surrender to the

request, no idea of the outcome. But that cannot matter. For the

reward is in the surrender alone. She and Lady Joyce turn away, and

begin to walk together hand in hand. Lady Joyce begins and Joyce joins

in..."though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall

fear no evil." Joyce looks down at Lady Joyce and says quietly..."for

I walk hand in hand with the Divine." Joyce kneels down and puts her

arms around Lady Joyce. Lady Joyce wraps her arms around Joyce as

they join together in the Light......seamlessly at the Heart ...only

in the onenss of Divinity.

Dear Joyce and Lady Joyce,

Thank you for this amazing and awesome story. It made me want to say

hi to Lady Joyce, tho I am very shy.

Gloria - age 3

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January 19, 2003

Hello Gloria and Lady Joyce -

h, it is so cool to meet your 3 year old and 7 year old selves! Apart

from your always wonderful words, it is just so touching to see your

innerchildren when they were actually your outer children.

Love,

joyce

who has no pictures of herself as a child...none at all.

, "Gloria Lee" <glee@c...> wrote: