A permanent goodbye...

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I would like to say goodbye to all on , as I'm unsubscribing

from this list permanently. I've found that it does not serve whatever

need I was looking for, nor am I able to serve anyone in any capacity, as

the policy of the list emphasizes politeness and gentleness, not truth. In

my sadhana I've discovered one basic thing: only certain knowledge of truth

and lifting of ignorance can bring one to Self-realization; gentleness,

ahimsa, politeness, etc. are not sufficient, and indeed often stand in the

way of communication of those truths that free a person from the bondage of

samsara and ultimately result in liberation. Thus, this list is useless to

me, and I'm unsure of the purpose of it, other than perhaps to celebrate

something that most on the list are far from Realizing. Social contact and

tea parties are nice; real, in-person satsanghs are nice; but I fail to see

the purpose (and indeed the effectiveness) of a "virtual satsangh."

 

Anyone who wishes to contact me can do so at my Email address

(fewtch) or on the NondualitySalon list.

 

In Sadhana,

 

Tim

 

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[Guest guest]

Tim Gerchmez wrote:

> I would like to say goodbye to all on , as I'm unsubscribing

> from this list permanently. I've found that it does not serve whatever

> need I was looking for, nor am I able to serve anyone in any capacity, as

> the policy of the list emphasizes politeness and gentleness, not truth. In

> my sadhana I've discovered one basic thing: only certain knowledge of truth

> and lifting of ignorance can bring one to Self-realization; gentleness,

> ahimsa, politeness, etc. are not sufficient, and indeed often stand in the

> way of communication of those truths that free a person from the bondage of

> samsara and ultimately result in liberation. Thus, this list is useless to

> me, and I'm unsure of the purpose of it, other than perhaps to celebrate

> something that most on the list are far from Realizing. Social contact and

> tea parties are nice; real, in-person satsanghs are nice; but I fail to see

> the purpose (and indeed the effectiveness) of a "virtual satsangh."

>

> Anyone who wishes to contact me can do so at my Email address

> (fewtch) or on the NondualitySalon list.

>

> In Sadhana,

>

> Tim

 

There are many email forums to suit many personalities. I sent the

following today to the Nonduality Salon:

 

UNRAVELING TO THE EMPTINESS (for the Nonduality Salon)

 

I like the mix of personalities here, the closeness and the tolerance

for intolerance.

 

It reminds me of L.A. around Alvarado Street.

 

It's a hectic, lively, broad ethnic mix, from the Jews parading to

Langers for pastrami, to the rich Mexican culture flagged in brightly

colored serapes, and the assertive, ambitious African-American culture

working through high awareness of eternal racial inequality, proud on

unceasing social contributions, to the Asian community quietly slipping

into and out of shops, to mixed Anglo culture enjoying the diminishment

of their national majority status and ability to see themselves as men

and women equal to all men and women.

 

Across the street MacArthur's Park, green and spacious and lotus topped

lake gleaming cool, sitting like a temple, never melting in summer's

interior heat.

 

Democracy!

 

We who live and die in the city, in this Salon, bring ourselves, our

psychological bent, impediments, our cooking utensils and paintings and

guitars and journals and jokes and collection of self-made gemstones,

our pets, our ancestors, our sizzling DNA, and we find a room on the

Street and begin to live and explore. And whether we unravel to the

emptiness while sitting peacefully on a bench in the park alongside the

lake, or while negotiated the crowded sidewalk perfumed with ethnic

garlics, we understand each other. We know what brought us here, what we

deal with, and why we are here. Even as so many of us walk stone-faced

past each other, there's enough said in the passing to be taken for bows

of mutuality. Because at night, late at night, all is quiet in rooms,

and mostly quiet on Alvarado Street, dreams are filled with many faces,

cats stare at men in darkness only they can see in, a fan does not turn,

it is cool in the city of consciousness, and come morning, morning is

simply known as morning. We have never been lighter and younger and more

perfect than this.