Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 The 125 freeway as it crosses La Mesa Blvd. has a 10 stories high overpass. Nowadays, everyone has a video cam. One morning, two years ago, a lady parked her car, walked to the railing, and jumped to her death. A passenger in another car videotaped her. I saw her in the videotape, standing briefly on the railing and then, diving out of view. I don't know why she did that, but that overpass now symbolizes her death. As I went under the overpass today, and thought of her again, love filled my heart, and tears came to my eyes. Tears for someone I never knew, whose face I never saw. Her place in my mind puzzles me. I think I know why, in meditation, I had faced nothingness many times, and had been afraid to jump, and had nightmares about having to jump from a high place, but always woke up in time. One day, while meditating, I hesitated again at the brink of nothingness, and was about to pull back, when nothingness jumped at me and swallowed me up. Since then, nothing is the center, the home to which I return. No more nightmares. And yet, and yet, every time I go under the overpass, I grab that lady's hand, and we jump together to our death. Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6 wrote: > > The 125 freeway as it crosses La Mesa Blvd. > has a 10 stories high overpass. Nowadays, > everyone has a video cam. One morning, two > years ago, a lady parked her car, walked > to the railing, and jumped to her death. A > passenger in another car videotaped her. I saw > her in the videotape, standing briefly on the > railing and then, diving out of view. I don't > know why she did that, but that overpass now > symbolizes her death. As I went under the > overpass today, and thought of her again, > love filled my heart, and tears came to my > eyes. Tears for someone I never knew, whose > face I never saw. Her place in my mind puzzles > me. > > I think I know why, in meditation, I had faced > nothingness many times, and had been afraid to > jump, and had nightmares about having to jump > from a high place, but always woke up in time. > > One day, while meditating, I hesitated again > at the brink of nothingness, and was about to > pull back, when nothingness jumped at me and > swallowed me up. Since then, nothing is the > center, the home to which I return. No more > nightmares. And yet, and yet, every time I > go under the overpass, I grab that lady's > hand, and we jump together to our death. > > Pete > That reminds me of a text from Wayne Liquorman. As far as I remember it goes like this: " I was standing at the abyss ready to jump. And when I started to jump there was no abyss and no one to jump " . Werner Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 the stories keep repeating till something else comes to influence & a new story begins, the stories were not there when i was a child, i never knew about any theory hence i was not aware of any concepts -existence-non existence, illusion-reality, life-death, knowledge-ignorance, wholeness-nothingness etc. i was simply enjoying always playful, nothing to influence & no one to influence, there was no need for probing into anything as i had nothing to exhibit. now i spent time writing stories gathered from various influences for self exhibition & my stories are likely to change if something new pops up. it is a popcorn story after all. -mahesh Werner Woehr <wwoehrNisargadatta Sent: Sunday, March 8, 2009 1:51:06 PM Re: Skydiving to zero time Nisargadatta, "cerosoul" <pedsie6 > wrote:>> The 125 freeway as it crosses La Mesa Blvd.> has a 10 stories high overpass. Nowadays,> everyone has a video cam. One morning, two> years ago, a lady parked her car, walked> to the railing, and jumped to her death. A> passenger in another car videotaped her. I saw> her in the videotape, standing briefly on the> railing and then, diving out of view. I don't> know why she did that, but that overpass now> symbolizes her death. As I went under the> overpass today, and thought of her again,> love filled my heart, and tears came to my> eyes. Tears for someone I never knew, whose> face I never saw. Her place in my mind puzzles> me.> > I think I know why, in meditation, I had faced> nothingness many times, and had been afraid to> jump, and had nightmares about having to jump> from a high place, but always woke up in time.> > One day, while meditating, I hesitated again> at the brink of nothingness, and was about to> pull back, when nothingness jumped at me and> swallowed me up. Since then, nothing is the> center, the home to which I return. No more> nightmares. And yet, and yet, every time I> go under the overpass, I grab that lady's> hand, and we jump together to our death. > > Pete>That reminds me of a text from Wayne Liquorman. As far as I remember it goes like this:"I was standing at the abyss ready to jump. And when I started to jump there was no abyss and no one to jump".Werner Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 Nisargadatta , Mahesh Kamat <mv.kamat wrote: > > the stories keep repeating till something else comes to influence & a new story begins, the stories were not there when i was a child, i never knew about any theory hence i was not aware of any concepts -existence-non existence, illusion-reality, life-death, knowledge-ignorance, wholeness-nothingness etc. i was simply enjoying always playful, nothing to influence & no one to influence, there was no need for probing into anything as i had nothing to exhibit. now i spent time writing stories gathered from various influences for self exhibition & my stories are likely to change if something new pops up. it is a popcorn story after all. > -mahesh > > > > ________________________________ P: Mahesh, pay attention. There is no one writing stories. The I, the you, the we, the they are just stories, and when stories are absent, there is, always, a child at play. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 Nisargadatta , " Werner Woehr " <wwoehr wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6@> wrote: > > > > > > > >W: That reminds me of a text from Wayne Liquorman. As far as I remember it goes like this: > > " I was standing at the abyss ready to jump. And when I started to jump there was no abyss and no one to jump " . > > Werner P: Yes, when we write about nothingness it becomes another story. The Bob that you want banned is another story too, and you can give it a happy ending. If you noticed, Bob & I gave our story a happy ending. We no longer write stories about each other. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " Werner Woehr " <wwoehr@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > >W: That reminds me of a text from Wayne Liquorman. As far as I remember it goes like this: > > > > " I was standing at the abyss ready to jump. And when I started to jump there was no abyss and no one to jump " . > > > > Werner > > P: Yes, when we write about nothingness it > becomes another story. The Bob that you want > banned is another story too, and you can give > it a happy ending. If you noticed, Bob & I gave > our story a happy ending. We no longer write > stories about each other. > > > BabbleBobbleBy paying close attention BabbleBobbBeliefs about BabbleBoBegin BabbleBeyond BabbBelief Buh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 Nisargadatta , " mstrdmmlbrn " <mstrdmmlbrn wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " Werner Woehr " <wwoehr@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " cerosoul " <pedsie6@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >W: That reminds me of a text from Wayne Liquorman. As far as I remember it goes like this: > > > > > > " I was standing at the abyss ready to jump. And when I started to jump there was no abyss and no one to jump " . > > > > > > Werner > > > > P: Yes, when we write about nothingness it > > becomes another story. The Bob that you want > > banned is another story too, and you can give > > it a happy ending. If you noticed, Bob & I gave > > our story a happy ending. We no longer write > > stories about each other. > > > > > > BabbleBobbleBy paying close attention > BabbleBobbBeliefs about > BabbleBoBegin > BabbleBeyond > BabbBelief > Buh LOL! you go little tiger-puss. we know you're giving it your best. :-) ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 It Seems That Poor Memory Makes Telling The Same Stories Over And Over And Over Again More Interesting If I Remembered That I Already Heard It Hundreds Of Times Before I Might Lose Interest And Do Something Else Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 8, 2009 Report Share Posted March 8, 2009 Nisargadatta , " jthabuddha " <jthabuddha wrote: > > It > Seems > That > Poor > Memory > Makes > Telling > The > Same > Stories > Over > And > Over > And > Over > Again > More > Interesting > > > If > I > Remembered > That > I > Already > Heard > It > Hundreds > Of > Times > Before > I > Might > Lose > Interest > And > Do > Something > Else > > what is memory anyway, i forget. :-) ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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