Guest guest Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 My lady, What can I say, I'm flattered....you....you *mentioned* me in your story... (tear) and such a great looking glass story! Perhaps in my next part, I can play something that rises above my shadowy-lumpness? If I talk nice and use the bathroom? Shawn wants a *lead* role! This cracked me up, Joyce! Can we change the header now...jeeez! ))))))))Shawn on 1/17/03 2:37 PM, Lady Joyce at ladyjoy 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... > > > --- > > 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. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 When I woke up this morning, You were on my mind You were on my mind... Then I come to my computer and what do I see? Shawn-shit-banana Oh, NO!!! Times three... I don't have much time but I take a peek Eek!!! Shawn is doing it again > > >> If the snake is *seen* to be a rope, what > >> then needs to be done about the bite? > > > > This snake / rope thing is taken way too far. We need more modern > > examples. Maybe a buffalo / lexus scenario.> > To Dave King> Fine. Your buffalo poops and then Joyce slips in it...why would she blame > you for gassing up the buffalo, she knows you thought it was a lexus! AND... To Lady Joyce>Perhaps in my next part, I can play something that rises above my shadowy-lumpness? >If I talk nice and use the bathroom? >Shawn wants a *lead* role! Be careful what you ask for, Shawn... You just might get it... But do Know This... I won't be slippin' in your chit... Lady Joyce turns to leave, stops and lifts the back of her puffy white skirt, her lacy slip completely free of dirt!!! Only to reveal yet another layer of infinite ruffles and bows... As she bows low...she smiles because she knows... It Is All an Illusion > ))))))))Shawn )))))))Joyce Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 Joyce, Speaking of buffalo poop and your ruffles, you reminded me of a story. It was my great privilege to raise 3 sons, and about that age when boys do not walk, but seem to have bicycles always attached to them... 3 sweet girls rang the doorbell to politely complain one of my beloved sons was trying to spit on them. When I called him over, he stood there in all his own justifiable innocence, and explained that "they deserved it, because they called us dirtballs"... apparently oblivious that he was indeed covered with dirt. So when Shawn promises to "talk nice and use the bathroom"- we girls know better. This is an illusory concept to boys who like to talk about girls slipping in buffalo poop, while hoping we will mistake him for someone in a Lexus. A better part? Humph, dream on, Shawn! Glo snip>To Dave King> Fine. Your buffalo poops and then Joyce slips in it...whywould she blame> you for gassing up the buffalo, she knows you thought it was a lexus!AND...To Lady Joyce>Perhaps in my next part, I can play something that risesabove my shadowy-lumpness?>If I talk nice and use the bathroom?>Shawn wants a *lead* role!Be careful what you ask for, Shawn...You just might get it...But do Know This...I won't be slippin' in your chit...Lady Joyce turns to leave, stops andlifts the back of her puffy white skirt,her lacy slip completely free of dirt!!!Only to reveal yet another layer of infinite ruffles and bows...As she bows low...she smiles because she knows...It Is All an Illusion> ))))))))Shawn )))))))Joyce Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 ....and you Glo, make me want to chase you with a snake! Or is it just a rope? Watch out for that conditioning, Glo! (My girls are little dirtballs!) Shawn)))))))) on 1/20/03 8:09 AM, Gloria Lee at glee wrote: > Joyce, > > Speaking of buffalo poop and your ruffles, you reminded me of a story. > > It was my great privilege to raise 3 sons, and about that age when boys > do not walk, but seem to have bicycles always attached to them... 3 sweet > girls rang the doorbell to politely complain one of my beloved sons was trying > to spit on them. > > When I called him over, he stood there in all his own justifiable innocence, > and explained that "they deserved it, because they called us dirtballs"... > apparently oblivious that he was indeed covered with dirt. > > So when Shawn promises to "talk nice and use the bathroom"- we girls know > better. > This is an illusory concept to boys who like to talk about girls slipping in > buffalo poop, while hoping we will mistake him for someone in a Lexus. > > A better part? Humph, dream on, Shawn! > > Glo > > snip> > To Dave King> Fine. Your buffalo poops and then Joyce slips in it...why > would she blame >> you for gassing up the buffalo, she knows you thought it was a lexus! > AND... > > To Lady Joyce>Perhaps in my next part, I can play something that rises > above my shadowy-lumpness? >> If I talk nice and use the bathroom? >> Shawn wants a *lead* role! > > Be careful what you ask for, Shawn... > > You just might get it... > But do Know This... > I won't be slippin' in your chit... > > Lady Joyce turns to leave, stops and > lifts the back of her puffy white skirt, > her lacy slip completely free of dirt!!! > > Only to reveal yet another layer of infinite ruffles and bows... > As she bows low...she smiles because she knows... > It Is All an Illusion > > >> ))))))))Shawn > > )))))))Joyce > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 20, 2003 Report Share Posted January 20, 2003 Yes Sir, Shawn, concepts are what conditioning is all about. Just going along with the ruffles jokes here. I was a little dirtball myself as a kid, even liked snakes. Glo - shawn Monday, January 20, 2003 1:52 PM Re: Fat-ship-panama .....and you Glo, make me want to chase you with a snake! Or is it just arope?Watch out for that conditioning, Glo!(My girls are little dirtballs!)Shawn))))))))on 1/20/03 8:09 AM, Gloria Lee at glee (AT) citlink (DOT) net wrote:> Joyce,> > Speaking of buffalo poop and your ruffles, you reminded me of a story.> > It was my great privilege to raise 3 sons, and about that age when boys> do not walk, but seem to have bicycles always attached to them... 3 sweet> girls rang the doorbell to politely complain one of my beloved sons was trying> to spit on them.> > When I called him over, he stood there in all his own justifiable innocence,> and explained that "they deserved it, because they called us dirtballs"...> apparently oblivious that he was indeed covered with dirt.> > So when Shawn promises to "talk nice and use the bathroom"- we girls know> better.> This is an illusory concept to boys who like to talk about girls slipping in> buffalo poop, while hoping we will mistake him for someone in a Lexus.> > A better part? Humph, dream on, Shawn!> > Glo> > snip>> To Dave King> Fine. Your buffalo poops and then Joyce slips in it...why> would she blame>> you for gassing up the buffalo, she knows you thought it was a lexus!> AND...> > To Lady Joyce>Perhaps in my next part, I can play something that rises> above my shadowy-lumpness?>> If I talk nice and use the bathroom?>> Shawn wants a *lead* role!> > Be careful what you ask for, Shawn...> > You just might get it...> But do Know This...> I won't be slippin' in your chit...> > Lady Joyce turns to leave, stops and> lifts the back of her puffy white skirt,> her lacy slip completely free of dirt!!!> > Only to reveal yet another layer of infinite ruffles and bows...> As she bows low...she smiles because she knows...> It Is All an Illusion> > >> ))))))))Shawn> > )))))))Joyce> /join The Heart is the Self. The Self is the Heart. Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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