Guest guest Posted December 27, 2007 Report Share Posted December 27, 2007 Here's a blog entry about the day I took the " red " pill. http://cliffordshackforum.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-i-met-god.html#links Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 27, 2007 Report Share Posted December 27, 2007 Hi Cliff Great story, and interesting comments. Do you still live on Long Island? Tom cliff_shack wrote: > Here's a blog entry about the day I took the " red " pill. > > http://cliffordshackforum.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-i-met-god.html#links > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 27, 2007 Report Share Posted December 27, 2007 Yes, very nice story, Cliff. Did you take LSD again? If not, why not? By the way, I spent most of my childhood in Merrick on Long Island. > > Realization > [Realization ] On Behalf Of Tom > Thursday, December 27, 2007 6:58 PM > Realization > Re: The Red Pill > > Hi Cliff > > Great story, and interesting comments. > > Do you still live on Long Island? > > Tom Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.17.11/1200 - Release 12/27/2007 1:34 PM Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 27, 2007 Report Share Posted December 27, 2007 No. Northern New Jersey. Tom <theunknowable wrote: Hi Cliff Great story, and interesting comments. Do you still live on Long Island? Tom cliff_shack wrote: > Here's a blog entry about the day I took the " red " pill. > > http://cliffordshackforum.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-i-met-god.html#links > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 27, 2007 Report Share Posted December 27, 2007 No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering, I didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I wanted to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away from the present moment. So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more important. I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566 right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw from JFK HS. Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75. Your name sounds familiar. Rob Sacks <editor wrote: Yes, very nice story, Cliff. Did you take LSD again? If not, why not? By the way, I spent most of my childhood in Merrick on Long Island. > > Realization > [Realization ] On Behalf Of Tom > Thursday, December 27, 2007 6:58 PM > Realization > Re: The Red Pill > > Hi Cliff > > Great story, and interesting comments. > > Do you still live on Long Island? > > Tom Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.17.11/1200 - Release 12/27/2007 1:34 PM .................................................... By sending a message to this mail group, you are giving permission to have it reproduced as a letter on http://www.realization.org Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2007 Report Share Posted December 28, 2007 Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966. > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away > from the present moment. I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things. > So I plotted my next move. What was the next move? Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack wrote: > > No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering, I didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I wanted to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away from the present moment. > > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more important. > > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566 right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw from JFK HS. > > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75. > > Your name sounds familiar. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2007 Report Share Posted December 28, 2007 >What was the next move? I narrowed my guru choice between Sai Baba in India or Bubba Free John in Northern California. California seemed less complicated. It wasn't. After spending a few days sight-seeing in San Francisco, I found myself in the SF bus station where I needed to catch a bus somewhere in northern California. The bus was suppose to drop me off 26 miles from the ashram. I would have had to hitchhike those last 26 miles which didn't excite as I had never hitchiked before...but I had to do what I had to do, right? To make a long story short, I never made it to Bubba Free John. The best laid plans of mice and men.... I was sitting in the SF bus stop waiting for the bus when a woman sits down in the chair next to me. As soon as she sits down the chair breaks and she tumbled onto the floor. Naturally I asked her if she was alright and we got to talking. She told me that she was originally from Long Island, Plainview to be exact. She said that she was a member of a spiritual community in SF. Very eclectic. She was very familiar with all the books I was reading and the teachers I was naming etc. etc. She said that they were having an open house that evening and if I was interested I could have dinner with them, even spend the night. She would be happy to drive me back to the bus station the following day. So there I was. I could have a nice dinner and meet some interesting people and push off the idea of hitch-hiking 26 miles until tomorrow or.... there was no " or " . I went with her. Gotta go. Be back on line Sat nite. Ciao. <editor wrote: Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966. > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away > from the present moment. I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things. > So I plotted my next move. What was the next move? Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack wrote: > > No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering, I didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I wanted to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away from the present moment. > > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more important. > > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566 right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw from JFK HS. > > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75. > > Your name sounds familiar. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2007 Report Share Posted December 29, 2007 We probably went to the same school. In 1965, I was in the first grade at Merrick Avenue School. I was there until October of '68. Realization , " Rob " <editor wrote: > > Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick > Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966. > > > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I > > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away > > from the present moment. > > I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very > powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so > absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things. > > > So I plotted my next move. > > What was the next move? > > Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack@> > wrote: > > > > No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering, I > didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I wanted > to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to > be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any > practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's > the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away > from the present moment. > > > > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a > thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a > teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more > important. > > > > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566 > right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw > from JFK HS. > > > > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75. > > > > Your name sounds familiar. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2007 Report Share Posted December 29, 2007 Same school but in 65 I started junior high. My younger sister Linda started 5th grade that year. I still remember some of my teachers fondly ... Miss McCann in second grade, Miss Ross in fourth, Mrs. Hoffman in fifth, Mr. Silverstein in sixth. And I detested Mrs. Cootsis, the harpy-like school crossing guard. A few years after I graduated, I happened to meet Mr. Wilson, the principal, on the street. By then I had acne and long hair and a beard and an attitude. He had taken an interest in me when I was little, and now he literally recoiled with an expression of disgust and shock when he saw me. You remember the greenish hemispherical thing in the playground? I drove by the school too long ago ... it's gone. Realization , " cliff_shack " <cliff_shack wrote: > > We probably went to the same school. In 1965, I was in the first > grade at Merrick Avenue School. I was there until October of '68. > > > Realization , " Rob " <editor@> wrote: > > > > Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick > > Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966. > > > > > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I > > > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away > > > from the present moment. > > > > I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very > > powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so > > absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things. > > > > > So I plotted my next move. > > > > What was the next move? > > > > Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack@> > > wrote: > > > > > > No just that once. Even though the experience was life- altering, > I > > didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I > wanted > > to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to > > be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any > > practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's > > the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me > away > > from the present moment. > > > > > > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a > > thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a > > teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more > > important. > > > > > > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566 > > right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw > > from JFK HS. > > > > > > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75. > > > > > > Your name sounds familiar. > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2007 Report Share Posted December 29, 2007 I had Mrs.Greey for first grade (I'm still having trouble forming my 8s), Mrs. Farmer for 2nd (I had a crush on her), Mrs. Thompson for third (she was a second mother to me) and Mrs. Kraus in fourth (she married as school started. It was the first time I had visited a " church " .) I don't remember the hemisphere. I remember lunches at the Meadowbrook luncheonette. Rob Sacks <editor wrote: Same school but in 65 I started junior high. My younger sister Linda started 5th grade that year. I still remember some of my teachers fondly ... Miss McCann in second grade, Miss Ross in fourth, Mrs. Hoffman in fifth, Mr. Silverstein in sixth. And I detested Mrs. Cootsis, the harpy-like school crossing guard. A few years after I graduated, I happened to meet Mr. Wilson, the principal, on the street. By then I had acne and long hair and a beard and an attitude. He had taken an interest in me when I was little, and now he literally recoiled with an expression of disgust and shock when he saw me. You remember the greenish hemispherical thing in the playground? I drove by the school too long ago ... it's gone. Realization , " cliff_shack " <cliff_shack wrote: > > We probably went to the same school. In 1965, I was in the first > grade at Merrick Avenue School. I was there until October of '68. > > > Realization , " Rob " <editor@> wrote: > > > > Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick > > Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966. > > > > > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I > > > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away > > > from the present moment. > > > > I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very > > powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so > > absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things. > > > > > So I plotted my next move. > > > > What was the next move? > > > > Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack@> > > wrote: > > > > > > No just that once. Even though the experience was life- altering, > I > > didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I > wanted > > to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to > > be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any > > practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's > > the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me > away > > from the present moment. > > > > > > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a > > thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a > > teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more > > important. > > > > > > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566 > > right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw > > from JFK HS. > > > > > > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75. > > > > > > Your name sounds familiar. > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2007 Report Share Posted December 29, 2007 I don't remember your teachers except for Mrs. Farmer. 8s were cake but I still have trouble with 5s. Was the Meadowbrook Luncheonette the place on Merrick Avenue opposite the driveway that led to the teachers' parking lot? I used to eat there every Wednesday when my mother worked. I think the counter lady was named Lydia. I used to have a burger with french fries and a cherry coke for 55 cents and leave a dime as a tip. How about Mario's pizza a block or so south? Mario was a big friendly hairy guy. Well, he was big to me, anyway. He was probably really 5' 7 " for all I know. I can't believe you don't remember the hemisphere! I can still see every piece of playground equipment perfectly! Where were your priorities!!!! But you remember the bulldozer tire, right? > > Realization > [Realization ] On Behalf Of Cliff Shack > Saturday, December 29, 2007 5:48 PM > Realization > Re: Re: The Red Pill > > I had Mrs.Greey for first grade (I'm still having trouble > forming my 8s), Mrs. Farmer for 2nd (I had a crush on her), > Mrs. Thompson for third (she was a second mother to me) and > Mrs. Kraus in fourth (she married as school started. It was > the first time I had visited a " church " .) I don't remember > the hemisphere. I remember lunches at the Meadowbrook luncheonette. Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.17.11/1200 - Release 12/27/2007 1:34 PM Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2007 Report Share Posted December 29, 2007 I don't remember a teacher's parking lot but it must be the place. I remember sitting on stools and eating at the counter. I don't remember the counter lady. I just have a memory of a girl who I just to go with. Leonora. Mario's Pizza? Sounds vaguely familiar. I guess my recollections are not as vivid as yours b/c I was younger. Was the hemisphere joined piping? I do remember the swings. I remember my brother flew off the swings on to the concrete after a rather aggresive swinging episode. Did you take French with Madam Schaap? I remember that she was the mother of TV sports commentator Dick Shaap. I believe I also had an art teacher named Mrs. Davis. I remember that she was hot. The tire?... drawing a blank again. Must be the acid Kinda wiped my slate clean. Rob Sacks <editor wrote: I don't remember your teachers except for Mrs. Farmer. 8s were cake but I still have trouble with 5s. Was the Meadowbrook Luncheonette the place on Merrick Avenue opposite the driveway that led to the teachers' parking lot? I used to eat there every Wednesday when my mother worked. I think the counter lady was named Lydia. I used to have a burger with french fries and a cherry coke for 55 cents and leave a dime as a tip. How about Mario's pizza a block or so south? Mario was a big friendly hairy guy. Well, he was big to me, anyway. He was probably really 5' 7 " for all I know. I can't believe you don't remember the hemisphere! I can still see every piece of playground equipment perfectly! Where were your priorities!!!! But you remember the bulldozer tire, right? > > Realization > [Realization ] On Behalf Of Cliff Shack > Saturday, December 29, 2007 5:48 PM > Realization > Re: Re: The Red Pill > > I had Mrs.Greey for first grade (I'm still having trouble > forming my 8s), Mrs. Farmer for 2nd (I had a crush on her), > Mrs. Thompson for third (she was a second mother to me) and > Mrs. Kraus in fourth (she married as school started. It was > the first time I had visited a " church " .) I don't remember > the hemisphere. I remember lunches at the Meadowbrook luncheonette. Version: 7.5.516 / Virus Database: 269.17.11/1200 - Release 12/27/2007 1:34 PM .................................................... By sending a message to this mail group, you are giving permission to have it reproduced as a letter on http://www.realization.org Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2007 Report Share Posted December 29, 2007 Yes, Madame Schaap! For years she made us sing endless rounds of Sur Le Pont D'Avignon -- I can still see her swinging her chubby short arm back and forth like a band leader. Belmars ices? Those swings were evil. I remember a girl named Jane August who got two black eyes when she caught a swing seat across the face. It's a miracle that anybody managed to survive childhood in the 60s. I don't think Mrs. Davis was there yet. We had an older art teacher with frizzy orange hair. The hemisphere was a cast concrete shell with holes in it, painted light green. It had a rail made of steel pipe that ran over the top. I missed the acid but I'm starting to get a memory wipe now from old age, so I'll catch up to you soon. In Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack wrote: > > I don't remember a teacher's parking lot but it must be the place. I remember sitting on stools and eating at the counter. I don't remember the counter lady. I just have a memory of a girl who I just to go with. Leonora. Mario's Pizza? Sounds vaguely familiar. I guess my recollections are not as vivid as yours b/c I was younger. Was the hemisphere joined piping? I do remember the swings. I remember my brother flew off the swings on to the concrete after a rather aggresive swinging episode. Did you take French with Madam Schaap? I remember that she was the mother of TV sports commentator Dick Shaap. > > I believe I also had an art teacher named Mrs. Davis. I remember that she was hot. > > The tire?... drawing a blank again. Must be the acid Kinda wiped my slate clean. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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