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Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum wrote:

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> That is a good number of posts. Have we found the answer yet?

>

> PS just posting to get the number!

>

 

 

I forgot, what was the question?

 

~A

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Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum@> wrote:

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> > That is a good number of posts. Have we found the answer yet?

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> > PS just posting to get the number!

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>

> I forgot, what was the question?

>

> ~A

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Surely not!

 

" Who am I? "

 

You should be made to write it out a hundred times on the blackboard. :-)

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Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum wrote:

 

> That is a good number of posts. Have we found the answer yet?

 

No.

 

> PS just posting to get the number!

 

LOL - I sometimes post five messages on a row just to be all over

the cover etc etc. No, not on this list. I usually just eavesdrop¨

here.

 

Oh - I forgot to check what number this post will be ;) The awful

truth is that there is no way to know this. Like I can also never

know whether or not I shall get the luck to be all over the front

page with my five messages regardless how fast on de trigger I am.

 

Last: Reading a book (Peat) on quantum-reality. To this day noone

knows what reality is - except a word/thought - I find it amuzing

that we even bother arguing about it. But we do and yes, we can +

and all of it is un-likely, unreal, a fiction, a drama, a show, a

dream, a fairy tale with all the necessary ingredients to make it

good entertainment. And we? What are we? We are thoughts.

 

The fairy tale is a thought made spin, a thought made fiction. A

thought pops out of nowhere, from nothing, and it disappears into

nowhere, nothing, after having left a print.

 

Reality is thus a thought-print of the non-existing.

 

And the end? There is no end to the show, it never began. Really

;)

 

-Lene

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Nisargadatta , " Lene " <lschwabe wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum@> wrote:

>

> > That is a good number of posts. Have we found the answer yet?

>

> No.

>

> > PS just posting to get the number!

>

> LOL - I sometimes post five messages on a row just to be all over

> the cover etc etc. No, not on this list. I usually just eavesdrop¨

> here.

>

> Oh - I forgot to check what number this post will be ;) The awful

> truth is that there is no way to know this. Like I can also never

> know whether or not I shall get the luck to be all over the front

> page with my five messages regardless how fast on de trigger I am.

>

> Last: Reading a book (Peat) on quantum-reality. To this day noone

> knows what reality is - except a word/thought - I find it amuzing

> that we even bother arguing about it. But we do and yes, we can +

> and all of it is un-likely, unreal, a fiction, a drama, a show, a

> dream, a fairy tale with all the necessary ingredients to make it

> good entertainment. And we? What are we? We are thoughts.

>

> The fairy tale is a thought made spin, a thought made fiction. A

> thought pops out of nowhere, from nothing, and it disappears into

> nowhere, nothing, after having left a print.

>

> Reality is thus a thought-print of the non-existing.

>

> And the end? There is no end to the show, it never began. Really

> ;)

>

> -Lene

>

 

 

Let's image I sit here thinking " I am a thought. " If I look at that thought I

see that it is not me. So I elaborate and think " I must be a big thought

thinking that I am a smaller encapsulated thought. " In the fashion of a Russian

nested doll. Yet that doesn't seem to be proper either. The big thought doesn't

have any of the characteristics of the smaller one. It's unintelligible for a

start, has no location or time. So I must be a special thought - a thought of a

different species from the others. A thought that can hold other thoughts but

cannot itself be held, a thought that can perceive the movement of time as if

from a point outside the train carriage of time. But in what other area do we

call something a name when it shares no characteristics with others of the same

name.

 

Now a thought cannot be the author of its own creation. It requires a thinking

to be done before it can exist. So maybe I am a " thinking " that results in these

thoughts. But it seems natural that an action (thinking) requires an object (an

" I " ) to do it, which we have just equated to thinking. So we get an infinite

regress. What I am is " thinking " . Who/what is thinking? I am? So what am I?

 

The best we can say is that there appears to be thinking and resulting thoughts

but they just happen. They shouldn't be confused with the self.

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Let's image I sit here thinking " I am a thought. " If I look at that thought I

see that it is not me. So I elaborate and think " I must be a big thought

thinking that I am a smaller encapsulated thought. " In the fashion of a Russian

nested doll. Yet that doesn't seem to be proper either. The big thought doesn't

have any of the characteristics of the smaller one. It's unintelligible for a

start, has no location or time. So I must be a special thought - a thought of a

different species from the others. A thought that can hold other thoughts but

cannot itself be held, a thought that can perceive the movement of time as if

from a point outside the train carriage of time. But in what other area do we

call something a name when it shares no characteristics with others of the same

name.

 

Now a thought cannot be the author of its own creation. It requires a thinking

to be done before it can exist. So maybe I am a " thinking " that results in these

thoughts. But it seems natural that an action (thinking) requires an object (an

" I " ) to do it, which we have just equated to thinking. So we get an infinite

regress. What I am is " thinking " . Who/what is thinking? I am? So what am I?

 

The best we can say is that there appears to be thinking and resulting thoughts

but they just happen. They shouldn't be confused with the self.

 

 

 

look like " you " are lost in space kind of

 

;)

 

Marc

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Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum wrote:

 

 

> Let's image I sit here thinking " I am a thought. " If I look at that thought I

see that it is not me. So I elaborate and think " I must be a big thought

thinking that I am a smaller encapsulated thought. " In the fashion of a Russian

nested doll. Yet that doesn't seem to be proper either. The big thought doesn't

have any of the characteristics of the smaller one. It's unintelligible for a

start, has no location or time. So I must be a special thought - a thought of a

different species from the others. A thought that can hold other thoughts but

cannot itself be held, a thought that can perceive the movement of time as if

from a point outside the train carriage of time. But in what other area do we

call something a name when it shares no characteristics with others of the same

name.

>

> Now a thought cannot be the author of its own creation. It requires a thinking

to be done before it can exist. So maybe I am a " thinking " that results in these

thoughts. But it seems natural that an action (thinking) requires an object (an

" I " ) to do it, which we have just equated to thinking. So we get an infinite

regress. What I am is " thinking " . Who/what is thinking? I am? So what am I?

>

> The best we can say is that there appears to be thinking and resulting

thoughts but they just happen. They shouldn't be confused with the self.

 

 

 

What do you mean by self?

 

Please consider what follows as a theory.

 

I do not know what I AM, what IS.

 

When the mind is quiet - thought-less, thought-free - I am the

other - that is to say there is only the other and no need and

no urgency to explain and describe and measure it. It is whole.

It is one.

 

When thought comes into the play it describes and measures and

so on, and qua that - houses and roads and cars and everything

is made. The whole has been divided into billions of fragments

- by thought.

 

Iow stuff, or reality as " we know it " is thought-made, is made

by the means of thought, of thought-material.

 

I said, that when the mind is still - the inner chattering has

ceased - there is only the other.

 

Houses, roads, cars, people, streets, animals, trees, you name

it - people's voices, words, thoughts not to forget :)

 

Is the other - is me - is the world. Unworded - as yet.

 

It is dream-stuff because it is NOT the actual - we only know

the actual by measuring it - and that is thought's deed.

 

So all is extremely intertwined -- and there is only peace in

the thought-free zone of reality.

 

So - pray tell - what do you mean by self?

 

Love

Lene

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Nisargadatta , " Lene " <lschwabe wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum@> wrote:

>

>

> > Let's image I sit here thinking " I am a thought. " If I look at that thought

I see that it is not me. So I elaborate and think " I must be a big thought

thinking that I am a smaller encapsulated thought. " In the fashion of a Russian

nested doll. Yet that doesn't seem to be proper either. The big thought doesn't

have any of the characteristics of the smaller one. It's unintelligible for a

start, has no location or time. So I must be a special thought - a thought of a

different species from the others. A thought that can hold other thoughts but

cannot itself be held, a thought that can perceive the movement of time as if

from a point outside the train carriage of time. But in what other area do we

call something a name when it shares no characteristics with others of the same

name.

> >

> > Now a thought cannot be the author of its own creation. It requires a

thinking to be done before it can exist. So maybe I am a " thinking " that results

in these thoughts. But it seems natural that an action (thinking) requires an

object (an " I " ) to do it, which we have just equated to thinking. So we get an

infinite regress. What I am is " thinking " . Who/what is thinking? I am? So what

am I?

> >

> > The best we can say is that there appears to be thinking and resulting

thoughts but they just happen. They shouldn't be confused with the self.

>

>

>

> What do you mean by self?

>

> Please consider what follows as a theory.

>

> I do not know what I AM, what IS.

>

> When the mind is quiet - thought-less, thought-free - I am the

> other - that is to say there is only the other and no need and

> no urgency to explain and describe and measure it. It is whole.

> It is one.

>

> When thought comes into the play it describes and measures and

> so on, and qua that - houses and roads and cars and everything

> is made. The whole has been divided into billions of fragments

> - by thought.

>

> Iow stuff, or reality as " we know it " is thought-made, is made

> by the means of thought, of thought-material.

>

> I said, that when the mind is still - the inner chattering has

> ceased - there is only the other.

>

> Houses, roads, cars, people, streets, animals, trees, you name

> it - people's voices, words, thoughts not to forget :)

>

> Is the other - is me - is the world. Unworded - as yet.

>

> It is dream-stuff because it is NOT the actual - we only know

> the actual by measuring it - and that is thought's deed.

>

> So all is extremely intertwined -- and there is only peace in

> the thought-free zone of reality.

>

> So - pray tell - what do you mean by self?

>

> Love

> Lene

 

 

who do " you " think wrote the words..

 

and furthermore...

 

thought that " he/she " felt the implied emotional element indicated..

 

and identified himself/herself by a proper name..

 

in the ending salutation..

 

thusly:

 

" Love..Lene " ?

 

and don't bother to pray..just tell.

 

who are " you " trying to kid?

 

anyway..

 

right there..

 

right before your nose and eyes..

 

that's the idea behind the surreptitious notion of " who " the self is.

 

it hides even from it's most intimate designate..

 

namely " you " .

 

both are unreal..and phony.

 

..b b.b.

 

 

p.s.

 

i'm not trying to offend anybody:

 

there is no one to offend..

 

there is no one who could possibly " try to offend " .

 

if this upsets " you " at all remember..

 

that feeling of offense is not real either.

 

just bathe in (and as) the beauty of the mysterious and inexplicable:

 

" Hustle and Flow " .

 

it's a beautiful thing..that's not a thing at all.

 

kinda neat in an unexplainable way.

 

[.bx3]

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Nisargadatta , " Lene " <lschwabe wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum@> wrote:

>

>

> > Let's image I sit here thinking " I am a thought. " If I look at that thought

I see that it is not me. So I elaborate and think " I must be a big thought

thinking that I am a smaller encapsulated thought. " In the fashion of a Russian

nested doll. Yet that doesn't seem to be proper either. The big thought doesn't

have any of the characteristics of the smaller one. It's unintelligible for a

start, has no location or time. So I must be a special thought - a thought of a

different species from the others. A thought that can hold other thoughts but

cannot itself be held, a thought that can perceive the movement of time as if

from a point outside the train carriage of time. But in what other area do we

call something a name when it shares no characteristics with others of the same

name.

> >

> > Now a thought cannot be the author of its own creation. It requires a

thinking to be done before it can exist. So maybe I am a " thinking " that results

in these thoughts. But it seems natural that an action (thinking) requires an

object (an " I " ) to do it, which we have just equated to thinking. So we get an

infinite regress. What I am is " thinking " . Who/what is thinking? I am? So what

am I?

> >

> > The best we can say is that there appears to be thinking and resulting

thoughts but they just happen. They shouldn't be confused with the self.

>

>

>

> What do you mean by self?

>

> Please consider what follows as a theory.

>

> I do not know what I AM, what IS.

>

> When the mind is quiet - thought-less, thought-free - I am the

> other - that is to say there is only the other and no need and

> no urgency to explain and describe and measure it. It is whole.

> It is one.

>

> When thought comes into the play it describes and measures and

> so on, and qua that - houses and roads and cars and everything

> is made. The whole has been divided into billions of fragments

> - by thought.

>

> Iow stuff, or reality as " we know it " is thought-made, is made

> by the means of thought, of thought-material.

>

> I said, that when the mind is still - the inner chattering has

> ceased - there is only the other.

>

> Houses, roads, cars, people, streets, animals, trees, you name

> it - people's voices, words, thoughts not to forget :)

>

> Is the other - is me - is the world. Unworded - as yet.

>

> It is dream-stuff because it is NOT the actual - we only know

> the actual by measuring it - and that is thought's deed.

>

> So all is extremely intertwined -- and there is only peace in

> the thought-free zone of reality.

>

> So - pray tell - what do you mean by self?

>

> Love

> Lene

>

 

I agree - as you appear to be referring to the outer self. Allow me a discretion

to attempt to corral what cannot. The outer self is that part of a being that

they are not aware of. Clearly you are aware of it all and have overthrown that

illusion.

 

But what of the inner self. Would you say there is no awareness of these things

which you call other?

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Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum wrote:

>

>

>

> Nisargadatta , " Lene " <lschwabe@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " methusalum " <methusalum@> wrote:

> >

> >

> > > Let's image I sit here thinking " I am a thought. " If I look at that

thought I see that it is not me. So I elaborate and think " I must be a big

thought thinking that I am a smaller encapsulated thought. " In the fashion of a

Russian nested doll. Yet that doesn't seem to be proper either. The big thought

doesn't have any of the characteristics of the smaller one. It's unintelligible

for a start, has no location or time. So I must be a special thought - a thought

of a different species from the others. A thought that can hold other thoughts

but cannot itself be held, a thought that can perceive the movement of time as

if from a point outside the train carriage of time. But in what other area do we

call something a name when it shares no characteristics with others of the same

name.

> > >

> > > Now a thought cannot be the author of its own creation. It requires a

thinking to be done before it can exist. So maybe I am a " thinking " that results

in these thoughts. But it seems natural that an action (thinking) requires an

object (an " I " ) to do it, which we have just equated to thinking. So we get an

infinite regress. What I am is " thinking " . Who/what is thinking? I am? So what

am I?

> > >

> > > The best we can say is that there appears to be thinking and resulting

thoughts but they just happen. They shouldn't be confused with the self.

> >

> >

> >

> > What do you mean by self?

> >

> > Please consider what follows as a theory.

> >

> > I do not know what I AM, what IS.

> >

> > When the mind is quiet - thought-less, thought-free - I am the

> > other - that is to say there is only the other and no need and

> > no urgency to explain and describe and measure it. It is whole.

> > It is one.

> >

> > When thought comes into the play it describes and measures and

> > so on, and qua that - houses and roads and cars and everything

> > is made. The whole has been divided into billions of fragments

> > - by thought.

> >

> > Iow stuff, or reality as " we know it " is thought-made, is made

> > by the means of thought, of thought-material.

> >

> > I said, that when the mind is still - the inner chattering has

> > ceased - there is only the other.

> >

> > Houses, roads, cars, people, streets, animals, trees, you name

> > it - people's voices, words, thoughts not to forget :)

> >

> > Is the other - is me - is the world. Unworded - as yet.

> >

> > It is dream-stuff because it is NOT the actual - we only know

> > the actual by measuring it - and that is thought's deed.

> >

> > So all is extremely intertwined -- and there is only peace in

> > the thought-free zone of reality.

> >

> > So - pray tell - what do you mean by self?

> >

> > Love

> > Lene

> >

>

> I agree - as you appear to be referring to the outer self. Allow me a

discretion to attempt to corral what cannot. The outer self is that part of a

being that they are not aware of. Clearly you are aware of it all and have

overthrown that illusion.

>

> But what of the inner self. Would you say there is no awareness of these

things which you call other?

 

 

 

If by awareness we mean listening to *that said*, yes, there is

such awareness, such listening, observing.

 

But the listening is not outside or inside for that matter, *that

said*. It is the same one. One is the action and the watching the

action which itself is an action.

 

So the only self I would accept the talking of is one. It is not

outside or inside of one and one is not inside or outside of it -

one is it.

 

There are also not many selves - although thought has managed to

make believe there is.

 

The drama seems to be thought-created, a thought-construct. This

fragment of one, thought, creates the drama by asking what am I?

The drama begins with thought. And the drama ends with thought.

 

Except from the thought-created drama where one is divided in to

billions of apparently separated objects, there is nothing - and

the *nothing* is the silence, when the apparently from the other

minds separated mind lets go of itself, drops its imagined " own "

being - the thought-created existance.

 

Whenever the fragmented mind is not - there is only the noise of

one, the music of the spheres :), whatever the here and now, the

present, that constant movement, change, unfolding of ... ?

 

The dread-ful and the wonder-ful aspect of the drama (comedy and tragedy) is

that its based on separation which leads to conflict

- one feeling lost, longing to become one and looking around for

itself. This hide-and-seek game is only funny (comedy), when the

seeker is able to make fun of her/himself. It is tragic when the

seeker is not able to do that.

 

Ciao

Lene

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