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1/7/03

 

It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to "one mo' game" of

cards, twice. We're about to go wash up for bed when she says, "I'm

hungwy."

 

*PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.

 

I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I do say is, "If

you want something to eat, you're gonna have to get it yourself."

The obvious snap in my voice tells her and her dad that Mommy's been

triggered, but all Mommy knows is that she's pissed.

 

Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling out a tangerine.

She says she needs someone to peel it for her. I get madder. Jim

peels it and she's about to take a bite, but suddenly she puts it

down and pushes the plate away. "There's seeds in it."

 

I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim (who I know is as

tired as I am) goodnaturedly come over and take the plate in order to

begin fishing the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried about her

being (spelling it) s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"

 

Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says nothing, which

infuriates me even more. I yell, "No one ever picked any frigging

seeds out for ME!"

 

I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He calmly says, "Well, if

you call this 'spoiled,' then what do you call what happened to you?"

 

My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down in the dark.

 

 

"Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.

 

"I totally don't know," I answer myself.

 

"Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.

 

"It's me," I answer.

 

"Am I this 'me'?"

 

"How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"

 

"Then I must not be this 'me'."

 

"No...I really am not this 'me'!!"

 

Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened bedroom into the

brightness of the kitchen, realizing it would be my sincerest

pleasure to pick the seeds out of my little angel's tangerine, but

it's too late as she has already eaten most of it. Instead, I give

her a slow kiss her on the top of the head.

 

"Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another kiss and a hug all ready for him.

 

They say, "It's okay, Mommy."

 

We all go to bed in peace.

 

[Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and child, the entire

drama, which was truly based on generation after generation of

conditioning, came and went within the time it took a six-year-old to

finish off a tangerine.

 

My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]

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, "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> 1/7/03

>

> It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to "one mo' game" of cards,

twice. We're about to go wash up for bed when she says, "I'm hungwy."

>

> *PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.

>

> I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I do say is, "If you want

something to eat, you're gonna have to get it yourself." The obvious snap in my

voice tells her and her dad that Mommy's been triggered, but all Mommy knows is

that she's pissed.

>

> Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling out a tangerine. She

says she needs someone to peel it for her. I get madder. Jim peels it and

she's about to take a bite, but suddenly she puts it down and pushes the plate

away. "There's seeds in it."

>

> I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim (who I know is as tired

as I am) goodnaturedly come over and take the plate in order to begin fishing

the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried about her being (spelling it)

s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"

>

> Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says nothing, which infuriates me

even more. I yell, "No one ever picked any frigging seeds out for ME!"

>

> I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He calmly says, "Well, if you

call this 'spoiled,' then what do you call what happened to you?"

>

> My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down in the dark.

>

>

> "Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.

>

> "I totally don't know," I answer myself.

>

> "Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.

>

> "It's me," I answer.

>

> "Am I this 'me'?"

>

> "How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"

>

> "Then I must not be this 'me'."

>

> "No...I really am not this 'me'!!"

>

> Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened bedroom into the brightness

of the kitchen, realizing it would be my sincerest pleasure to pick the seeds

out of my little angel's tangerine, but it's too late as she has already eaten

most of it. Instead, I give her a slow kiss her on the top of the head.

>

> "Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another kiss and a hug all ready

for him.

>

> They say, "It's okay, Mommy."

>

> We all go to bed in peace.

>

> [Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and child, the entire drama, which

was truly based on generation after generation of conditioning, came and went

within the time it took a six-year-old to finish off a tangerine.

>

> My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]

 

Brings to mind that old commercial, "Take it off, take it all off..." Off the

tangerine, off the ego...take it all off. Karmic seeds abound....what can we do

but witness them being "cooked" in the fire of Who Am I?

 

Love, Vicki

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, "skiplaurel" <vicki@b...>

wrote:

> , "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...>

wrote:

> > 1/7/03

> >

> > It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to "one mo'

game" of cards, twice. We're about to go wash up for bed when she

says, "I'm hungwy."

> >

> > *PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.

> >

> > I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I do say

is, "If you want something to eat, you're gonna have to get it

yourself." The obvious snap in my voice tells her and her dad that

Mommy's been triggered, but all Mommy knows is that she's pissed.

> >

> > Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling out a

tangerine. She says she needs someone to peel it for her. I get

madder. Jim peels it and she's about to take a bite, but suddenly

she puts it down and pushes the plate away. "There's seeds in it."

> >

> > I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim (who I know

is as tired as I am) goodnaturedly come over and take the plate in

order to begin fishing the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried

about her being (spelling it) s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"

> >

> > Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says nothing, which

infuriates me even more. I yell, "No one ever picked any frigging

seeds out for ME!"

> >

> > I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He calmly

says, "Well, if you call this 'spoiled,' then what do you call what

happened to you?"

> >

> > My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down in the dark.

> >

> >

> > "Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.

> >

> > "I totally don't know," I answer myself.

> >

> > "Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.

> >

> > "It's me," I answer.

> >

> > "Am I this 'me'?"

> >

> > "How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"

> >

> > "Then I must not be this 'me'."

> >

> > "No...I really am not this 'me'!!"

> >

> > Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened bedroom into

the brightness of the kitchen, realizing it would be my sincerest

pleasure to pick the seeds out of my little angel's tangerine, but

it's too late as she has already eaten most of it. Instead, I give

her a slow kiss her on the top of the head.

> >

> > "Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another kiss and a

hug all ready for him.

> >

> > They say, "It's okay, Mommy."

> >

> > We all go to bed in peace.

> >

> > [Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and child, the entire

drama, which was truly based on generation after generation of

conditioning, came and went within the time it took a six-year-old to

finish off a tangerine.

> >

> > My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]

>

> Brings to mind that old commercial, "Take it off, take it all

off..." Off the tangerine, off the ego...take it all off. Karmic

seeds abound....what can we do but witness them being "cooked" in the

fire of Who Am I?

>

> Love, Vicki

 

 

Brings to mind another commercial. Got kerosene?

 

:)

 

Love,

Kheyala

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I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.

 

--- Kheyala <kheyala wrote:

> 1/7/03

>

> It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to

> "one mo' game" of cards, twice. We're about to go

> wash up for bed when she says, "I'm hungwy."

>

> *PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.

>

> I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I

> do say is, "If you want something to eat, you're

> gonna have to get it yourself." The obvious snap in

> my voice tells her and her dad that Mommy's been

> triggered, but all Mommy knows is that she's pissed.

>

> Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling

> out a tangerine. She says she needs someone to peel

> it for her. I get madder. Jim peels it and she's

> about to take a bite, but suddenly she puts it down

> and pushes the plate away. "There's seeds in it."

>

> I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim

> (who I know is as tired as I am) goodnaturedly come

> over and take the plate in order to begin fishing

> the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried about her

> being (spelling it) s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"

>

> Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says

> nothing, which infuriates me even more. I yell, "No

> one ever picked any frigging seeds out for ME!"

>

> I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He

> calmly says, "Well, if you call this 'spoiled,' then

> what do you call what happened to you?"

>

> My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down

> in the dark.

>

>

> "Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.

>

> "I totally don't know," I answer myself.

>

> "Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.

>

> "It's me," I answer.

>

> "Am I this 'me'?"

>

> "How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"

>

> "Then I must not be this 'me'."

>

> "No...I really am not this 'me'!!"

>

> Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened

> bedroom into the brightness of the kitchen,

> realizing it would be my sincerest pleasure to pick

> the seeds out of my little angel's tangerine, but

> it's too late as she has already eaten most of it.

> Instead, I give her a slow kiss her on the top of

> the head.

>

> "Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another

> kiss and a hug all ready for him.

>

> They say, "It's okay, Mommy."

>

> We all go to bed in peace.

>

> [Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and

> child, the entire drama, which was truly based on

> generation after generation of conditioning, came

> and went within the time it took a six-year-old to

> finish off a tangerine.

>

> My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

 

 

 

 

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, Michael Bowes

<rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.

>

 

 

Dear Michael,

 

Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me' it never ends. Of

course that is true.

 

But, who are you?

 

Are you this 'me'??

 

What is this 'me'???

 

 

In love,

Kheyala

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Dear Kheyala,

 

You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and that's

how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)

 

Warmest regards,

 

michael

 

--- kheyalove <kheyala wrote:

> , Michael Bowes

>

> <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.

> >

>

>

> Dear Michael,

>

> Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me' it

> never ends. Of

> course that is true.

>

> But, who are you?

>

> Are you this 'me'??

>

> What is this 'me'???

>

>

> In love,

> Kheyala

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

 

 

 

 

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, Michael Bowes

<rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> Dear Kheyala,

>

> You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and that's

> how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)

>

> Warmest regards,

>

> michael

 

 

:)

 

 

"whatever 'it' is"

 

Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is solid, real,

substantial, permanent, unchanging?

 

If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon with it somehow,

or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or transcend it or

something.

 

But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live thing??

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

>

> --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > , Michael Bowes

> >

> > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.

> > >

> >

> >

> > Dear Michael,

> >

> > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me' it

> > never ends. Of

> > course that is true.

> >

> > But, who are you?

> >

> > Are you this 'me'??

> >

> > What is this 'me'???

> >

> >

> > In love,

> > Kheyala

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

>

> Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus" Sweepstakes

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Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is

real.

 

And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not

"me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no

problem with "it" because "i" is "it".

 

Something like that.

 

michael

 

--- kheyalove <kheyala wrote:

> , Michael Bowes

>

> <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > Dear Kheyala,

> >

> > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and

> that's

> > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)

> >

> > Warmest regards,

> >

> > michael

>

>

> :)

>

>

> "whatever 'it' is"

>

> Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is

> solid, real,

> substantial, permanent, unchanging?

>

> If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon

> with it somehow,

> or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or

> transcend it or

> something.

>

> But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live

> thing??

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> >

> > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > > , Michael

> Bowes

> > >

> > > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never

> ends.

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Dear Michael,

> > >

> > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'

> it

> > > never ends. Of

> > > course that is true.

> > >

> > > But, who are you?

> > >

> > > Are you this 'me'??

> > >

> > > What is this 'me'???

> > >

> > >

> > > In love,

> > > Kheyala

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus"

> Sweepstakes

> > http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus

>

>

 

 

 

 

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, Michael Bowes

<rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is

> real.

>

> And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not

> "me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no

> problem with "it" because "i" is "it".

>

> Something like that.

>

> michael

 

 

What a philosophy!

 

(Now where did you get it?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

>

> --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > , Michael Bowes

> >

> > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > Dear Kheyala,

> > >

> > > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and

> > that's

> > > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)

> > >

> > > Warmest regards,

> > >

> > > michael

> >

> >

> > :)

> >

> >

> > "whatever 'it' is"

> >

> > Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is

> > solid, real,

> > substantial, permanent, unchanging?

> >

> > If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon

> > with it somehow,

> > or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or

> > transcend it or

> > something.

> >

> > But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live

> > thing??

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > >

> > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > > > , Michael

> > Bowes

> > > >

> > > > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never

> > ends.

> > > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > Dear Michael,

> > > >

> > > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'

> > it

> > > > never ends. Of

> > > > course that is true.

> > > >

> > > > But, who are you?

> > > >

> > > > Are you this 'me'??

> > > >

> > > > What is this 'me'???

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > In love,

> > > > Kheyala

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus"

> > Sweepstakes

> > > http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus

> >

> >

>

>

>

>

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I got "it" in the HEART CAVE. :-)

 

michael

 

, "kheyalove" <kheyala@n...>

wrote:

> , Michael Bowes

> <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is

> > real.

> >

> > And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not

> > "me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no

> > problem with "it" because "i" is "it".

> >

> > Something like that.

> >

> > michael

>

>

> What a philosophy!

>

> (Now where did you get it?)

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> >

> > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > > , Michael Bowes

> > >

> > > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > > Dear Kheyala,

> > > >

> > > > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and

> > > that's

> > > > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)

> > > >

> > > > Warmest regards,

> > > >

> > > > michael

> > >

> > >

> > > :)

> > >

> > >

> > > "whatever 'it' is"

> > >

> > > Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is

> > > solid, real,

> > > substantial, permanent, unchanging?

> > >

> > > If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon

> > > with it somehow,

> > > or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or

> > > transcend it or

> > > something.

> > >

> > > But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live

> > > thing??

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > >

> > > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > > > > , Michael

> > > Bowes

> > > > >

> > > > > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never

> > > ends.

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > Dear Michael,

> > > > >

> > > > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'

> > > it

> > > > > never ends. Of

> > > > > course that is true.

> > > > >

> > > > > But, who are you?

> > > > >

> > > > > Are you this 'me'??

> > > > >

> > > > > What is this 'me'???

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > In love,

> > > > > Kheyala

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus"

> > > Sweepstakes

> > > > http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus

> > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

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Dear Michael,

 

The 'me' that first opened up this dialogue with "...but with me, it

never ends" is the same 'me' that had an answer for every question

that was posed. It is also the same, exact 'me' that pulled the

spiritually advanced philosophy right out of its own heart cave!

 

Unfortunately, because the 'me' only has an existence in duality, it

naturally can only have experiences within that context, including

sometimes clear/sometimes unclear, sometimes peace/sometimes turmoil,

etc. That's why "...with me, it never ends."

 

Fortunately, that 'me' is not who you are.

 

Thanks for indulging my questions yesterday. I was in a playful mood!

 

:)

 

Kheyala

 

 

 

 

, "Michael Bowes"

<rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> I got "it" in the HEART CAVE. :-)

>

> michael

>

> , "kheyalove" <kheyala@n...>

> wrote:

> > , Michael Bowes

> > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is

> > > real.

> > >

> > > And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not

> > > "me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no

> > > problem with "it" because "i" is "it".

> > >

> > > Something like that.

> > >

> > > michael

> >

> >

> > What a philosophy!

> >

> > (Now where did you get it?)

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > >

> > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > > > , Michael Bowes

> > > >

> > > > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > > > Dear Kheyala,

> > > > >

> > > > > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and

> > > > that's

> > > > > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)

> > > > >

> > > > > Warmest regards,

> > > > >

> > > > > michael

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > :)

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > "whatever 'it' is"

> > > >

> > > > Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is

> > > > solid, real,

> > > > substantial, permanent, unchanging?

> > > >

> > > > If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon

> > > > with it somehow,

> > > > or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or

> > > > transcend it or

> > > > something.

> > > >

> > > > But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live

> > > > thing??

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:

> > > > > > , Michael

> > > > Bowes

> > > > > >

> > > > > > <rmichaelbowes> wrote:

> > > > > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never

> > > > ends.

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Dear Michael,

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'

> > > > it

> > > > > > never ends. Of

> > > > > > course that is true.

> > > > > >

> > > > > > But, who are you?

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Are you this 'me'??

> > > > > >

> > > > > > What is this 'me'???

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > In love,

> > > > > > Kheyala

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus"

> > > > Sweepstakes

> > > > > http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus

> > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus" Sweepstakes

> > > http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus

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Dear Kheyala

 

 

--- kheyalove <kheyala wrote:

>

> Dear Michael,

>

> The 'me' that first opened up this dialogue with

> "...but with me, it

> never ends" is the same 'me' that had an answer for

> every question

> that was posed. It is also the same, exact 'me'

> that pulled the

> spiritually advanced philosophy right out of its own

> heart cave!

 

 

Yes! That's "it".

 

>

> Unfortunately, because the 'me' only has an

> existence in duality, it

> naturally can only have experiences within that

> context, including

> sometimes clear/sometimes unclear, sometimes

> peace/sometimes turmoil,

> etc. That's why "...with me, it never ends."

 

 

Correctomundo!!!

 

 

> Fortunately, that 'me' is not who you are.

 

 

Precisely!!!!!!

 

> Thanks for indulging my questions yesterday. I was

> in a playful mood!

>

> :)

>

> Kheyala

>

>

SNIP

 

You betcha. Its leela!!!

 

 

Warmest regards,

 

michael

 

 

 

 

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http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus

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