Trips verse Clarity and Honesty

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I asked my friend: "Whats the point of learning so many detailed techniques

when in my opinion the purpose of astrology is served by Rashi and Vim Dasha

alone, that is, to awaken the Jiva to the true nature of nature?"

 

He said: "To impress those who won't see it easly, so that they might

believe"

 

I thought to myself: "This is the only honest answer. Otherwise, bad things

will come from this."

 

 

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Mary was just an ugly old lady. She had been through hell. Her children died

in a bad car crash, her husband died of Aids he got from an early needle

trip. She was in her sixties, and was unsightly due to the state of her body

after it all. She loved God, and Yoga. Her life was a meditation by now. She

was already ready to die, long ago, as she'd been through utter hell

already. She's already been there. She was now in a peaceful period, one

where she barely had money, and just lived for her daily routine, of yoga,

and appreciating just breathing, and being at peace finally.

 

Then one day, walking home at night from Yoga, she was grabbed by a very

large, angry, dirty man, pulled into an ally, and a knife was at her throat.

The man was obviously very very upset and was saying bad words demanding

money, and meanwhile he was fondling her body directly, thrusting his hands

under and into her clothes and body furiously. It was rape and robbery.

 

She had been somewhat accustomed to nature doing this to her anyway, and she

was so burnt out, she hardly responded. Very little attachment was left.

 

She was able to look in him in the eyes for a moment, and say, "The mother

loves you son, it will be OK, you can be healed, I love you".

 

She wasn't kidding either. It must came out of her mouth. She saw goodness

in everyone, as she had loved the sick and dieing before, and could do so

again. This man was far from both, just very confused, obviously, a person

who doesn't know what it is to be loved and cared for, doesn't know what

it's like to be in a real relationship of reciprocation with another person.

 

He stepped back and said some bad things and asked basically what she meant.

She told him what she meant.

 

Six months later, you can still them walking together, every day. He helps

her now, with the garden and stuff he can offer, and she talks to him about

making it through hard times and oppression. They love each other. They are

different colors, and different ages.

 

The love of the Mother can heal just about anything.

 

 

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Once upon a time I was a Guru. I had power in that others just were in awe

and gaucking at me. The woman gave themselves to me easily. Various forms of

largess came. I took it.

 

Later, when I could not be that way, hold the line, I was spat upon, for I

was no longer a high thing, but now a low thing, to be humiliated, so that

the high standard should not be denegraded by me, a filfthy turncoat and

traitor to purity of that type.

 

All along, there was only that image, that thing, which was not me, but was

just a standard, an idea we held in our heads together. I was provided by

it, so long as I fed it, and when I did not, it turned against me, for it

has it's own life and agenda, it is the illusory hope of us all that our

salvation lies there.

 

For actually we are neither Gurus nor Fallen, but we are humans, on our way

home, together, and we are learning right now, today, for right now today we

are sharing and growing.

 

Bless us, rejoice in being here. Bless us, for we are doing it.

 

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