Lynne

[Guest guest]

Hi Lynne

you know, I'm a bit disappointed that you added that "in light of Harsha's dictate".

I would have much preferred it if you had said, "Oh Warwick, I am so

thrilled at the way you ride into battle

like a knight on his great white horse (in fact, I used to own a great

white horse -- I had to find a new owner for her when I joined the

Cohen community.

We loved each other, and when the girls came with their trailer to

take her away she knew that I was abandoning her and she looked at me

so reproachfully, with her huge dark eyes, and she made such a fuss

about getting onto the trailer, that I wept.)

Anyway, I would have much preferred to have read something like " Your

fearless manner, like a knight of old, has so moved me that I just

want to fling my arms around you."

Trouble is, I can only write my script. You have sole rights to your part.

And you have to understand that although I have enjoyed reading your

story of your day out with your friend, and your reflections on gurus

and their behaviours, we have declared a moratorium on guru stories

and I will be unable to send you the really killer story that I had

in mind.

Tough, but I'm sure you understand.

Why did you write, "What a gift. He's probably full of shit too, I

sense that he wants to get into my pants.What's wrong with that?

Unless you don't fancy him. If you really don't fancy him,

well....... You know, I sometimes say to women, "You do understand

that this is a matter of simple friendship and I don't have any

designs on you.

Let me give some guru endorsements.

If you live in the USA, Francis Lucille is wonderful.

He talks about consciousness in a way that I have encountered nowhere

else.He explores all the ramifications of what it means to be a

conscious being. He explores all the depths and nuances of Ramana's

great question, "Who, or what, am I?" Or, "What is it that the word

"I" was coined for?" Or, "What is my real essence, that which is the

object of my deepest longing, that which is my total subjectivity,

that for which we have coined the word, 'I'?"

Now, he is not everyone's cup of tea. You pay your money and you take

your chances. Some people don't like him at all. But if you really do

see "I" to "I" with him---wonderful.

I am engaged in a publishing project with him. I have taken the tapes

of a number of satsangs and we are turning them into a book. He was a

disciple of Jean Klein, who was a disciple of the great Atmananda.

If you are in England, Satyananda is very good value for money. A good

man. I don't endorse him 100 percent, but he probably has

reservations about me, also. But for what he did teach me, and he did

so with tremendous skill and flair, (in fact he was exactly right in

every word he said and every nuance of his voice) I am enormously

grateful. He enabled me to see the answer to this question. What a

gift! Many others contributed. Francis contributed, Ramesh Balsekar

contributed, Nisargadatta contributed.

These are very down-to-earth men. Francis married, Satyananda with a

long-term girlfriend. They make no great claims about themselves but

they truly deliver.

It is the most glorious Autumn day here. The sun shines brightly with

a strong golden glow. The blue waters of the harbour twinkle and the

parks are full of laughing children. The world sparkles with love.

Much love

Warwick

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Lynne

Sunday, April 25, 2004 2:00 PM

Re: Warwick/Adiji/ Re: Rabi'a Basri - the Mystic - a sufi saint !

Hi Warwick,In light of Harsha's dictate, consider yourself hugged :

).Well, my story is that I am full of shit. and sometimes I can sing

pretty well. I, I I, me, me, me my experiences, my teacher, my

judgements, my kids, (my laptop, and dont frigging touch it).Yeah, I

have stories, and will tell them if they seem significant or timely.

I am as enlightened as any Buddha.in this momentWent for a walk with a

friend yesterday. We drove for 70 miles to get to a brook that I

loved the sound of. We made a digital recording of the babbling of

this brook. It is a small tributary of a river, and it has a rocky

bed. There is a bridge over it made of metal, with a mesh floor that

you can see through and other than the path the area is left pretty

naturalized. I sat on a boulder in the brook while my friend the

electronicist practised his art of capturing the sound I so loved.

The moss was a particular shade of bright beautiful green, with such

a soft texture, it made great places to sit and rest along the way.

It turns out it was his 49th birthday yesterday, and he told me it

was the best birthday he could remember having. What a gift. He's

probably full of shit too, I sense that he wants to get into my

pants.However, I couldn't help but enjoy the breeze, and the

sunshine, the scent of the woods and the river, the quiet of the

trees, the ballet of little black bugs gliding along like agile,

spontaneous pontoons on the surface of the shining water. The

surprise was that when the sun shone brightly on them, they were

iridescent blue! Intricate patterns of movement and form. Tiny

dancing skatersEnjoying the trip so far? The little intersections of

life, how wonderful! EmahoGurus are people too. This is my idea of a

bumper sticker slogan. They eat, they shit, and they do most anything

humans do, including sometimes touching "other" bodies. Well let's

see... I guess it's OK if they shake hands, or hug people.... but

letting them fuck, and be the teacher too? That's just not fair.

This whole "engage fully with your passions, and allow them to be an

aspect of the learning process... isn't it all just self serving crap

so these guys can take advantage of needy helpless women (or fill in

the blank with your favorite configuration therein, too many

permutations to mention). It's all relative.Poisons transmuted to

medicine, mindful lust? Hmmmm.... haven't fully formed an opinion on

that. Not that it matters.But seriously, what benefit to worry about

it. Centre of your own universe, allowing it to be? Not really like

you have a choice.I find myself less and less engaged in worrying

about it. But still get caught in whirlpools on occasion. Spinning

like a

saint.Lynne/join

"Love itself is

the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam"

by Suri Nagamma