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The opposite of everything

 

Is always also true

 

 

Including and

 

Excluding

 

 

This.

 

 

When one lives that

 

State of

 

Infinite Possibility....

 

 

 

Well, if and when you get there:

 

you tell me

 

 

 

 

For me that state

 

 

Is graced

 

 

Unto me

 

 

When there is no longer

 

 

Any tendency to control

 

 

Self

 

or

 

Other

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Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote:

>

>

>

> The opposite of everything

>

> Is always also true

>

>

> Including and

>

> Excluding

>

>

> This.

>

>

> When one lives that

>

> State of

>

> Infinite Possibility....

>

>

>

> Well, if and when you get there:

>

> you tell me

>

>

>

>

> For me that state

>

>

> Is graced

>

>

> Unto me

>

>

> When there is no longer

>

>

> Any tendency to control

>

>

> Self

>

> or

>

> Other

>

 

 

 

When the day has been too long

and the night has been too cold

I will rest my weary heart

in Your tenderest hands

in Your Soul

 

And the fragrance of the blue lotus

will open

will embrace

 

two bodies

One Lover,

 

returning to the mud...

 

8/30/06

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Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state is

graced unto me.

 

That's nice! But who is you and me?

 

How does the heart contain IT all,

not room enough in space,

how can you see the faceless

in every single place?

 

 

 

THE RIVER STYX

 

Time for the gathering of my days,

an end to worn out words and ways,

I lay in whitened shroud,

the boatman's head is bowed,

on this my two way journey

across The River Styx.

 

My eyes bereft of sight

We sailed into the night,

hardly afloat

in this my shallow boat

on this my two way journey

across The River Styx.

 

A penny for his prize,

and two to close my eyes,

a spectre dark, the way he thread

to the island of the dead

on this my two way journey

across The River Styx.

 

In that dark place, where light began to gleam

I lost my life escaping from the dream,

all was then still, no now nor then

in my return I was a different I than when

I took my two way journey

across the River Styx.

 

Tommy.

 

By the way, Anna,

I see you,

hear

you,

 

 

feel you . . . . . for now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords

wrote:

>

>

>

> The opposite of everything

>

> Is always also true

>

>

> Including and

>

> Excluding

>

>

> This.

>

>

> When one lives that

>

> State of

>

> Infinite Possibility....

>

>

>

> Well, if and when you get there:

>

> you tell me

>

>

>

>

> For me that state

>

>

> Is graced

>

>

> Unto me

>

>

> When there is no longer

>

>

> Any tendency to control

>

>

> Self

>

> or

>

> Other

>

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Nisargadatta , " one1nottwo2 " <one1nottwo2

wrote:

>

>

>

> Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state is

> graced unto me.

>

> That's nice! But who is you and me?

>

> How does the heart contain IT all,

> not room enough in space,

> how can you see the faceless

> in every single place?

>

>

>

> THE RIVER STYX

>

> Time for the gathering of my days,

> an end to worn out words and ways,

> I lay in whitened shroud,

> the boatman's head is bowed,

> on this my two way journey

> across The River Styx.

>

> My eyes bereft of sight

> We sailed into the night,

> hardly afloat

> in this my shallow boat

> on this my two way journey

> across The River Styx.

>

> A penny for his prize,

> and two to close my eyes,

> a spectre dark, the way he thread

> to the island of the dead

> on this my two way journey

> across The River Styx.

>

> In that dark place, where light began to gleam

> I lost my life escaping from the dream,

> all was then still, no now nor then

> in my return I was a different I than when

> I took my two way journey

> across the River Styx.

>

> Tommy.

>

> By the way, Anna,

> I see you,

> hear

> you,

>

>

> feel you . . . . . for now.

>

>

>

>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" ...five, six, pick-up styx! "

 

 

seven eight

 

 

graduate

 

 

 

nine ten

 

 

see if you rate

 

 

eleven twelve

 

 

 

gee I'm great!

 

 

 

 

thirteen fourteen

 

 

 

don't I gleem?

 

 

 

fifteen sixteen

 

 

 

I'm the cream

 

 

seventeen, eighteen

 

 

 

gosh, you're mean

 

 

nineteen twenty

 

 

 

 

this is plenty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

>

Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@>

> wrote:

> >

> >

> >

> > The opposite of everything

> >

> > Is always also true

> >

> >

> > Including and

> >

> > Excluding

> >

> >

> > This.

> >

> >

> > When one lives that

> >

> > State of

> >

> > Infinite Possibility....

> >

> >

> >

> > Well, if and when you get there:

> >

> > you tell me

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > For me that state

> >

> >

> > Is graced

> >

> >

> > Unto me

> >

> >

> > When there is no longer

> >

> >

> > Any tendency to control

> >

> >

> > Self

> >

> > or

> >

> > Other

> >

>

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Questions, questions, questions, I seem to have a million questions,

one year ago I knew nothing about all of this, I seem to have been

skirting around it all my life, foreever. I am now nearly 80 years

old, my wife died 4 years ago with brain cancer after a long

illness,I was on the point of suicide, a widower I live alone, a

grandad and I knew nothing, I still know nothing. However, a year

ago someone gave me a little book entitled " This " by Sri Poonja, I

read it, couldn't really understand it, then one day on my PC I saw

an image, Arunachala, I sortof took off somehow and ended up with

Sri Ramana Maharshi, never having heard of him before, something

happened, something snapped, don't know what, but I asked myself as

he advised, " Who am I, who am I " I paint watercolors, I even painted

a watercolor of the Hill, anyway, I went on a trip with my daughter

and son-in-law to San Francisco, a quite ordinary trip, went to bed,

woke up, went out onto the balcony of the second floor hotel and had

the strangest experience in my whole life, there were mountains on

all sides, a clear blue sky with one or two clouds, a flock of birds

circling overhead, suddenly and somehow I wasn't myself, I was

really the mountains, the blue sky, the clouds, the flock of birds,

I can't explain it, it was very strange indeed, my daughter had come

out of her room, she asked me, " What's wrong, dad, are you OK "

I answered her best I could saying, " I have no idea, I don't know

what's wrong with me, something just happened "

 

Tommy.

 

 

Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords

wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " one1nottwo2 " <one1nottwo2@>

> wrote:

> >

> >

> >

> > Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state

is

> > graced unto me.

> >

> > That's nice! But who is you and me?

> >

> > How does the heart contain IT all,

> > not room enough in space,

> > how can you see the faceless

> > in every single place?

> >

> >

> >

> > THE RIVER STYX

> >

> > Time for the gathering of my days,

> > an end to worn out words and ways,

> > I lay in whitened shroud,

> > the boatman's head is bowed,

> > on this my two way journey

> > across The River Styx.

> >

> > My eyes bereft of sight

> > We sailed into the night,

> > hardly afloat

> > in this my shallow boat

> > on this my two way journey

> > across The River Styx.

> >

> > A penny for his prize,

> > and two to close my eyes,

> > a spectre dark, the way he thread

> > to the island of the dead

> > on this my two way journey

> > across The River Styx.

> >

> > In that dark place, where light began to gleam

> > I lost my life escaping from the dream,

> > all was then still, no now nor then

> > in my return I was a different I than when

> > I took my two way journey

> > across the River Styx.

> >

> > Tommy.

> >

> > By the way, Anna,

> > I see you,

> > hear

> >

you,

>

>

 

> >

> > feel you . . . . . for now.

> >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

" ...five, six, pick-up styx! "

>

>

> seven eight

>

>

> graduate

>

>

>

> nine ten

>

>

> see if you rate

>

>

> eleven twelve

>

>

>

> gee I'm great!

>

>

>

>

> thirteen fourteen

>

>

>

> don't I gleem?

>

>

>

> fifteen sixteen

>

>

>

> I'm the cream

>

>

> seventeen, eighteen

>

>

>

> gosh, you're mean

>

>

> nineteen twenty

>

>

>

>

> this is plenty

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@>

> > wrote:

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > The opposite of everything

> > >

> > > Is always also true

> > >

> > >

> > > Including and

> > >

> > > Excluding

> > >

> > >

> > > This.

> > >

> > >

> > > When one lives that

> > >

> > > State of

> > >

> > > Infinite Possibility....

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Well, if and when you get there:

> > >

> > > you tell me

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > For me that state

> > >

> > >

> > > Is graced

> > >

> > >

> > > Unto me

> > >

> > >

> > > When there is no longer

> > >

> > >

> > > Any tendency to control

> > >

> > >

> > > Self

> > >

> > > or

> > >

> > > Other

> > >

> >

>

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Thank you Tommy, for share your experience.

Raquel

 

one1nottwo2 <one1nottwo2 escribió:

Questions, questions, questions, I seem to have a million questions,

one year ago I knew nothing about all of this, I seem to have been

skirting around it all my life, foreever. I am now nearly 80 years

old, my wife died 4 years ago with brain cancer after a long

illness,I was on the point of suicide, a widower I live alone, a

grandad and I knew nothing, I still know nothing. However, a year

ago someone gave me a little book entitled " This " by Sri Poonja, I

read it, couldn't really understand it, then one day on my PC I saw

an image, Arunachala, I sortof took off somehow and ended up with

Sri Ramana Maharshi, never having heard of him before, something

happened, something snapped, don't know what, but I asked myself as

he advised, " Who am I, who am I " I paint watercolors, I even painted

a watercolor of the Hill, anyway, I went on a trip with my daughter

and son-in-law to San Francisco, a quite ordinary trip, went to bed,

woke up, went out onto the balcony of the second floor hotel and had

the strangest experience in my whole life, there were mountains on

all sides, a clear blue sky with one or two clouds, a flock of birds

circling overhead, suddenly and somehow I wasn't myself, I was

really the mountains, the blue sky, the clouds, the flock of birds,

I can't explain it, it was very strange indeed, my daughter had come

out of her room, she asked me, " What's wrong, dad, are you OK "

I answered her best I could saying, " I have no idea, I don't know

what's wrong with me, something just happened "

 

Tommy.

 

Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords

wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " one1nottwo2 " <one1nottwo2@>

> wrote:

> >

> >

> >

> > Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state

is

> > graced unto me.

> >

> > That's nice! But who is you and me?

> >

> > How does the heart contain IT all,

> > not room enough in space,

> > how can you see the faceless

> > in every single place?

> >

> >

> >

> > THE RIVER STYX

> >

> > Time for the gathering of my days,

> > an end to worn out words and ways,

> > I lay in whitened shroud,

> > the boatman's head is bowed,

> > on this my two way journey

> > across The River Styx.

> >

> > My eyes bereft of sight

> > We sailed into the night,

> > hardly afloat

> > in this my shallow boat

> > on this my two way journey

> > across The River Styx.

> >

> > A penny for his prize,

> > and two to close my eyes,

> > a spectre dark, the way he thread

> > to the island of the dead

> > on this my two way journey

> > across The River Styx.

> >

> > In that dark place, where light began to gleam

> > I lost my life escaping from the dream,

> > all was then still, no now nor then

> > in my return I was a different I than when

> > I took my two way journey

> > across the River Styx.

> >

> > Tommy.

> >

> > By the way, Anna,

> > I see you,

> > hear

> >

you,

>

>

 

> >

> > feel you . . . . . for now.

> >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

" ...five, six, pick-up styx! "

>

>

> seven eight

>

>

> graduate

>

>

>

> nine ten

>

>

> see if you rate

>

>

> eleven twelve

>

>

>

> gee I'm great!

>

>

>

>

> thirteen fourteen

>

>

>

> don't I gleem?

>

>

>

> fifteen sixteen

>

>

>

> I'm the cream

>

>

> seventeen, eighteen

>

>

>

> gosh, you're mean

>

>

> nineteen twenty

>

>

>

>

> this is plenty

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@>

> > wrote:

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > The opposite of everything

> > >

> > > Is always also true

> > >

> > >

> > > Including and

> > >

> > > Excluding

> > >

> > >

> > > This.

> > >

> > >

> > > When one lives that

> > >

> > > State of

> > >

> > > Infinite Possibility....

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Well, if and when you get there:

> > >

> > > you tell me

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > For me that state

> > >

> > >

> > > Is graced

> > >

> > >

> > > Unto me

> > >

> > >

> > > When there is no longer

> > >

> > >

> > > Any tendency to control

> > >

> > >

> > > Self

> > >

> > > or

> > >

> > > Other

> > >

> >

>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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