just one more story

[Guest guest]

Dove Love on Valentine's Day Divine,

 

Grew up as one of six children, to two parents from Holland, a Ruyter and a

van der Veldt-van der Zon, both from farms, my mother was a dreadful snob,

though only an aristocrat, the noble bloodlines were on Dad's side and he was

humble and loved the equality of America, a quality I adored in him.

 

Spent most of very early childhood right up thru the time I left home either

listening to or playing music. Begged for my first instrument age three, for

me music is very powerful, touches very deeply, and i float into movies in

my mind or become the notes, difficult to explain, it is like the cells of my

body are the music and the music are the cells of the heart.

 

Early environment was loaded with uncles with multiple Ph.D.s and languages,

handsome, charming, exceedingly tall and witty (spoiled for a little girl i

wish all such a beautiful early childhood), I thought everyone spoke at least

four languages. When I went to school and the teacher spoke only English,

and not well, I thought I had descended into hell, and I spent most of my

education either bored or rebellious. I finished high school at 15, my

father having already sent me for university classes at 11, knew I was not

about to go again for awhile and I took off for states in the U.S. and

Europe, worked and played until I was 19 and went back to the university. By

then I was ruined though, I thought the systems were thoroughly lacking,

academia, governmental and so on. I managed to blow some physics and

chemistry professors minds solving equations, but I had discovered the path

of the mind held no answers. The professors offered me internships for

Master's but it wasn't the path for me. In here i should say I was expected

to, and had applied and been accepted to med school, but somehow i

thought there were intuitive paths, like those that Caroline Myss now writes

about

which were more relevant, the spiritual-physical link.

 

I was very lucky to have an uncle who made my childhood seeing of auras and

my intuition seem no big deal (thank God, because it really helped the

humility), and who encouraged me to surround myself with good people and to

stay honest, despite my strong rebellious streak (this was probably born in

boredom), he also managed to convey that conversation about these topics was

probably not a great idea. I was painfully, exceptionally shy, and developed

a dumb-blonde facade to hide behind.

 

My great-uncle died when I was 18 and living in the desert of Arizona,

polishing turquoise and malachite and making sculptures. I didn't know he

had died and was in absolutely agony for a few days and nights, listening to

Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Works" non-stop, when I finally called home and

heard the news. I learned then that my anguish was for me, not for him. We

had a past life where he had encouraged me to study. And when I was 5 and he

was 72, we had such an incredible bond, he smoked these Cuban cigars, which

were illegal, and I adored their smell and his light blue eyes, his intense

dislike of the politicians who visited, and his later great friendship with

the good pope, John Paul the 1st. And, I have to confess, I really liked it

when the pres of the u.s. kneeled to him, i was about four then, same age as

John-John, or jfk, jr.

 

But at age 20, I read "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramhansa Yogananda, who

wrote about the path of the Heart, the path of Love. This was truly

life-altering, it was no longer the same. To go back and pick up a loose

thread of the tapestry, I had encouraged my mother to read with me in Tibetan

Buddhism between 11-14, and to study reincarnation. My uncle introduced me

to astrology at age 5, with the word syzygy, so, there had been some exposure

to astro, chakras, spirituality and love, but nothing like the major vision

and kundalini I had while reading Yogananda.

 

The three major threads of my life, which began at age 5, music, astrology,

and spirituality, really coalesced around this path of Love. But, the

vision scared me, I had no one to discuss it with, and I returned to the

corporate world, seeing if the hole which had not been filled by academic,

athletic, etc., accomplishment could be filled by material or corporate

accomplishment. I was exceptionally successful, corner office, money, etc.,

ran into some actors who offered me screen tests (like Depardieu and others),

everything was shooting off to the top, and I woke up one morning about

27-28, and I knew for sure, no amount of money or fame was going to work,

that it was all about love and that I needed to go garden and meditate.

 

Another loose tapestry thread: somewhere in here about 26, I got very heavy

pressure from the family to "get married, you must stop giving those diamonds

back and keep one." So, I married. And now I am gratefully, unmarried, the

cultural differences between Peru and Holland were too great to reconcile.

TG, like you, I had a mystic experience soon after the divorce and also

experienced the dark night of the soul, truly like your whole world has

become the dessert.

 

I was in Tree Travel (Qabalah, the Lightening Path down) and was in Chesed

for a month, and had the Vision of Love. I was very lucky that this time I

had someone to discuss it with, and she said, "yes, of course you would have

a dark night of the Soul, all that Christian training." She sent energy to

me and it blew me out of it, and I laughed at my absurdity. Now that I write

this it sounds even sillier, this last part, but it is what happened.

 

I went to garden, and I loved it. Tremendously hard work, but for a few

years I did an organic flower farm on my mother's property in Virginia, with

some modicum of success. I also returned to music, meditation and astrology.

These threads now continue while I have returned to work in venture capital

and high tech, the ex- having spent the money on his impoverished family. I

think i'll discover pre-nups if there's a next time.

 

Because I was so bored in school, i think, i learned to meditate and visual

very young. And, now I have a child. Had i not, I'd probably go live at

Thich Nhat Hanh's outside of Paris, but as it is, I walk this bridge between

two worlds. And, I also have always been afraid to get "too good" or "too

spiritual" because there has been this underlying thought that then I would

not come back, and I love very much the smell of the Earth, and the sounds of

the birds, the wind on my face, and the Sunrise in the morning.

 

So, now I still float back and forth on how much kundalini I let fire. In

the Fall, my kundalini was so high, my eyes turned bright green and looked

like saucers, I walked around like i don't know what... I get alot of offers

to date, but everyone always wants to be married very soon, and I would

rather spend more time than move so fast. So, who knows?

 

This past fall I was in bliss all the time and I used to wonder how I

functioned at all. I spent months feeling like the drunk Rumi describes.

 

I don't know how I functioned, but I thought, if God wants me this blissed,

He'll have to make sure I am capable of functioning too, and I put the

day-to-day in God's hands. Antoine and I had decided to do another Tree

travel, this time up, on the lower arcana, which is said to pull ancient

karma, one has to take care of one's organs, kidneys and so on. Actually,

Antoine decided/invited and I said "okay." I don't know how it was for him,

but my world changed and changed and changed. The days of Earth, were so

physically apparent, for example in Chesed, or Gedullah, Nicolas and I saw

chameleons and in Gevurah, we had the most incredible lightening storm I've

ever seen in my entire life, it was so powerful. Just meeting him on the net

my k went out of sight. But I have discovered others have this effect on me

and I have this effect on others, I think perhaps we are just meeting people

we've known and it is time for their kundalini to go. I have this little

friend, (another Dharma) Dharma, whose father worked with the Dalai Lama, she

is from Tibet. And everytime we talk on AIM (AOL's Instant Message) her

kundalini goes out of sight, she loves it *g*! And, I love her, she's very

strong and gentle, very sweet, beautiful marriage and child she has.

 

Anyway, around Christmas I decided to bring the kundalini down, and it really

took quite some work to get it down. These days I put all my faith in

God-Goddess to manifest what I need. The work I do constantly changes, and

my location does as well, I can sign onto this account anywhere in the world

and so, when I write, I can be anywhere. It gets easier to have this much

faith in God, because each time I worry, at the last moment God delivers,

whether it is food or money or happiness for Nicolas. Because I worked with

trust fund kids, you never know where they are going to be next. Once I

planned a concert and the guy i was working with changed his mind, grabbed a

flight to Nepal and went to heal people (he's a brilliant physician) and

mountain climb. I had to cancel everyone, it was odd. Mark is still in

Nepal and I'm wondering if he has stopped at any of the monasteries or seen

the young lama who escaped.

 

I remember once walking with a dear friend, Joe, through the streets of

Manhattan in NYC. Joe is a very sensitive dreamy Pisces, but also a ph.d.

engineer and an attorney in many states who does bill gates type deals, in

other words brilliant. He turned to me and said, "look, millions of people,

who can be interested in so many stories?" I laughed with delight, because

there is this lovely irony in NYC. So many beautiful people, offering one

such humility because of the sheer vastness of the numbers, and yet still

such incredible awe at the diversity and range of the stories. Joe is now

this powerhouse who buys and sells companies, who grew up impoverished with a

mother who was a prostitute to survive being a single mother in the 30s.

Lovely compassion and strong as steel, quite the dichotomy striving to find

harmony. I love this, to be able to look deeply into people, like Joe and

others in real life and all of you here on the Net, and to read your stories.

So, here is just one more story :-)

 

Muchliest Love*Light*Laughter,

R. Anna Maria (annette) t. d'A van der Zon

phew now you know why i go with bo zo *g*

bo

[Guest guest]

RainboLily wrote:

> RainboLily

>

> Dove Love on Valentine's Day Divine,

>

> Grew up as one of six children, to two parents from Holland, a Ruyter and a

> van der Veldt-van der Zon, both from farms, my mother was a dreadful snob,

> though only an aristocrat, the noble bloodlines were on Dad's side and he was

> humble and loved the equality of America, a quality I adored in him.

>

> Spent most of very early childhood right up thru the time I left home either

> listening to or playing music. Begged for my first instrument age three, for

> me music is very powerful, touches very deeply, and i float into movies in

> my mind or become the notes, difficult to explain, it is like the cells of my

> body are the music and the music are the cells of the heart.

>

> Early environment was loaded with uncles with multiple Ph.D.s and languages,

> handsome, charming, exceedingly tall and witty (spoiled for a little girl i

> wish all such a beautiful early childhood), I thought everyone spoke at least

> four languages. When I went to school and the teacher spoke only English,

> and not well, I thought I had descended into hell, and I spent most of my

> education either bored or rebellious. I finished high school at 15, my

> father having already sent me for university classes at 11, knew I was not

> about to go again for awhile and I took off for states in the U.S. and

> Europe, worked and played until I was 19 and went back to the university. By

> then I was ruined though, I thought the systems were thoroughly lacking,

> academia, governmental and so on. I managed to blow some physics and

> chemistry professors minds solving equations, but I had discovered the path

> of the mind held no answers. The professors offered me internships for

> Master's but it wasn't the path for me. In here i should say I was expected

> to, and had applied and been accepted to med school, but somehow i

> thought there were intuitive paths, like those that Caroline Myss now writes

> about

> which were more relevant, the spiritual-physical link.

>

> I was very lucky to have an uncle who made my childhood seeing of auras and

> my intuition seem no big deal (thank God, because it really helped the

> humility), and who encouraged me to surround myself with good people and to

> stay honest, despite my strong rebellious streak (this was probably born in

> boredom), he also managed to convey that conversation about these topics was

> probably not a great idea. I was painfully, exceptionally shy, and developed

> a dumb-blonde facade to hide behind.

>

> My great-uncle died when I was 18 and living in the desert of Arizona,

> polishing turquoise and malachite and making sculptures. I didn't know he

> had died and was in absolutely agony for a few days and nights, listening to

> Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Works" non-stop, when I finally called home and

> heard the news. I learned then that my anguish was for me, not for him. We

> had a past life where he had encouraged me to study. And when I was 5 and he

> was 72, we had such an incredible bond, he smoked these Cuban cigars, which

> were illegal, and I adored their smell and his light blue eyes, his intense

> dislike of the politicians who visited, and his later great friendship with

> the good pope, John Paul the 1st. And, I have to confess, I really liked it

> when the pres of the u.s. kneeled to him, i was about four then, same age as

> John-John, or jfk, jr.

>

> But at age 20, I read "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramhansa Yogananda, who

> wrote about the path of the Heart, the path of Love. This was truly

> life-altering, it was no longer the same. To go back and pick up a loose

> thread of the tapestry, I had encouraged my mother to read with me in Tibetan

> Buddhism between 11-14, and to study reincarnation. My uncle introduced me

> to astrology at age 5, with the word syzygy, so, there had been some exposure

> to astro, chakras, spirituality and love, but nothing like the major vision

> and kundalini I had while reading Yogananda.

>

> The three major threads of my life, which began at age 5, music, astrology,

> and spirituality, really coalesced around this path of Love. But, the

> vision scared me, I had no one to discuss it with, and I returned to the

> corporate world, seeing if the hole which had not been filled by academic,

> athletic, etc., accomplishment could be filled by material or corporate

> accomplishment. I was exceptionally successful, corner office, money, etc.,

> ran into some actors who offered me screen tests (like Depardieu and others),

> everything was shooting off to the top, and I woke up one morning about

> 27-28, and I knew for sure, no amount of money or fame was going to work,

> that it was all about love and that I needed to go garden and meditate.

>

> Another loose tapestry thread: somewhere in here about 26, I got very heavy

> pressure from the family to "get married, you must stop giving those diamonds

> back and keep one." So, I married. And now I am gratefully, unmarried, the

> cultural differences between Peru and Holland were too great to reconcile.

> TG, like you, I had a mystic experience soon after the divorce and also

> experienced the dark night of the soul, truly like your whole world has

> become the dessert.

>

> I was in Tree Travel (Qabalah, the Lightening Path down) and was in Chesed

> for a month, and had the Vision of Love. I was very lucky that this time I

> had someone to discuss it with, and she said, "yes, of course you would have

> a dark night of the Soul, all that Christian training." She sent energy to

> me and it blew me out of it, and I laughed at my absurdity. Now that I write

> this it sounds even sillier, this last part, but it is what happened.

>

> I went to garden, and I loved it. Tremendously hard work, but for a few

> years I did an organic flower farm on my mother's property in Virginia, with

> some modicum of success. I also returned to music, meditation and astrology.

> These threads now continue while I have returned to work in venture capital

> and high tech, the ex- having spent the money on his impoverished family. I

> think i'll discover pre-nups if there's a next time.

>

> Because I was so bored in school, i think, i learned to meditate and visual

> very young. And, now I have a child. Had i not, I'd probably go live at

> Thich Nhat Hanh's outside of Paris, but as it is, I walk this bridge between

> two worlds. And, I also have always been afraid to get "too good" or "too

> spiritual" because there has been this underlying thought that then I would

> not come back, and I love very much the smell of the Earth, and the sounds of

> the birds, the wind on my face, and the Sunrise in the morning.

>

> So, now I still float back and forth on how much kundalini I let fire. In

> the Fall, my kundalini was so high, my eyes turned bright green and looked

> like saucers, I walked around like i don't know what... I get alot of offers

> to date, but everyone always wants to be married very soon, and I would

> rather spend more time than move so fast. So, who knows?

>

> This past fall I was in bliss all the time and I used to wonder how I

> functioned at all. I spent months feeling like the drunk Rumi describes.

>

> I don't know how I functioned, but I thought, if God wants me this blissed,

> He'll have to make sure I am capable of functioning too, and I put the

> day-to-day in God's hands. Antoine and I had decided to do another Tree

> travel, this time up, on the lower arcana, which is said to pull ancient

> karma, one has to take care of one's organs, kidneys and so on. Actually,

> Antoine decided/invited and I said "okay." I don't know how it was for him,

> but my world changed and changed and changed. The days of Earth, were so

> physically apparent, for example in Chesed, or Gedullah, Nicolas and I saw

> chameleons and in Gevurah, we had the most incredible lightening storm I've

> ever seen in my entire life, it was so powerful. Just meeting him on the net

> my k went out of sight. But I have discovered others have this effect on me

> and I have this effect on others, I think perhaps we are just meeting people

> we've known and it is time for their kundalini to go. I have this little

> friend, (another Dharma) Dharma, whose father worked with the Dalai Lama, she

> is from Tibet. And everytime we talk on AIM (AOL's Instant Message) her

> kundalini goes out of sight, she loves it *g*! And, I love her, she's very

> strong and gentle, very sweet, beautiful marriage and child she has.

>

> Anyway, around Christmas I decided to bring the kundalini down, and it really

> took quite some work to get it down. These days I put all my faith in

> God-Goddess to manifest what I need. The work I do constantly changes, and

> my location does as well, I can sign onto this account anywhere in the world

> and so, when I write, I can be anywhere. It gets easier to have this much

> faith in God, because each time I worry, at the last moment God delivers,

> whether it is food or money or happiness for Nicolas. Because I worked with

> trust fund kids, you never know where they are going to be next. Once I

> planned a concert and the guy i was working with changed his mind, grabbed a

> flight to Nepal and went to heal people (he's a brilliant physician) and

> mountain climb. I had to cancel everyone, it was odd. Mark is still in

> Nepal and I'm wondering if he has stopped at any of the monasteries or seen

> the young lama who escaped.

>

> I remember once walking with a dear friend, Joe, through the streets of

> Manhattan in NYC. Joe is a very sensitive dreamy Pisces, but also a ph.d.

> engineer and an attorney in many states who does bill gates type deals, in

> other words brilliant. He turned to me and said, "look, millions of people,

> who can be interested in so many stories?" I laughed with delight, because

> there is this lovely irony in NYC. So many beautiful people, offering one

> such humility because of the sheer vastness of the numbers, and yet still

> such incredible awe at the diversity and range of the stories. Joe is now

> this powerhouse who buys and sells companies, who grew up impoverished with a

> mother who was a prostitute to survive being a single mother in the 30s.

> Lovely compassion and strong as steel, quite the dichotomy striving to find

> harmony. I love this, to be able to look deeply into people, like Joe and

> others in real life and all of you here on the Net, and to read your stories.

> So, here is just one more story :-)

>

> Muchliest Love*Light*Laughter,

> R. Anna Maria (annette) t. d'A van der Zon

> phew now you know why i go with bo zo *g*

> bo

 

Thanks for this incredible story of your life Bo. It is both captivating and awe

inspiring. I think everyone who reads your words feels a connection with you.

That is part of your magic. It must have taken a lot of time to write this and

share it. There is so much here that I don't know which part to respond to. I am

speechless. Although, perhaps your idea about having a prenuptial agreement

before your second marriage is a good one. Donald Trump is very much in favor of

that as well.

Hey, maybe you guys will run into each other in New York! :--). Well, you might.

Or you might run into our own Gregji! Seriously Bo, you have such a rich

background and we feel honored to be in your presence and look forward to your

contributions.

 

Harsha

[Guest guest]

"I think perhaps we are just meeting people we've known and it is time

for their kundalini to go."

 

Hello Bo,

 

I don't really know why we meet people, but it is seen as a gift from

existence to know you and having the chance to exchange with you.

 

Is it the pupil looking at the iris, or the iris looking at the pupil of

the eye, when we look into each other? I don't know, really, it changes

all the time and it is fun.

 

May this day be as it is.

 

Antoine

[Guest guest]

Helloooo RainboLily...

 

Thank you so much for sharing your story with ALL of us! It was all so

interesting and wonderful getting to know you better. And that blonde part

of us just keeps sending them to the wrong list! You made my day.

 

What musical instrument(s) do you play? I was fasinated by what you said:

"Begged for my first instrument age three, for me music is very powerful,

touches very deeply, and i float into movies in my mind or become the notes,

difficult to explain, it is like the cells of my body are the music and the

music are the cells of the heart."

 

How beautiful that sounds! It sounds like music itself. My son Joshua is

the same way. Classical music, symphonies, operas all take him to another

world that I can't even imagine. After trying violin, piano, and the

xylophone, he now has settled in with his true (?) love, the drums, complete

with earphones. :-)

>I was very lucky that this time I had someone to discuss it with, and she

said, >"yes, of course you would have a dark night of the Soul, all that

Christian training.

 

Yes! Now this makes sense! Here, I've been trying to make sense of the

dark night for years... thinking maybe when you get too much light, darkness

has to come. But that never made real sense to me. although it went well

with my rollercoaster thinking-mind. Makes me wonder if depressions that

borderline the dark night are caused by Christic thinking... My friend's

sister is so depressed -- she's been in a miserable 20 year marriage --

totally abusive -- but will not leave because 'it is a sin'.

 

You were certainly blessed as a child. And a most beautiful blessing to us

all. Everytime I see your name light up a post, I feel as if I've been

handed a lily.

 

I hope more of the will share their stories and life. Just

write it, and accidently send it. Easy to do. :-)

 

Much Love,

xxxtg

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 02/15/2000 12:44:58 AM Eastern Standard Time,

LeTeegee writes:

 

<<

I hope more of the will share their stories and life. Just

write it, and accidently send it. Easy to do. :-)

 

Much Love,

xxxtg

>>

I hope you have earplugs for your son's drums :-) I am praying Nic

settles on piano or anything but drums! Right now he is greatly enamored

of acting classes, something I was incapable of doing, performing, I froze

on stage. He doesn't freeze, he bellows, and the audience loves it.

 

Agree that it would be nice to have everyone's stories. I think it's part

of growing spiritually, to write out one's story. I had already written out

the difficult parts a few years ago in another group, so, didn't feel it

necessary to repeat.

 

I think depression is always unexpressed anger, or anger turned inwards,

don't you? Many more women than men seem to suffer from this, because

of course, it is very unladylike to be assertive or expressive. For many

years I ate my mother's anger, like a dragon, I would try and absorb it and

burn it off. It wasn't intentional on her part, she is passive aggressive and

still very afraid from the war. But recently I figured out how to use a

mirror and reflect compassionately and also to get her to a therapist.

 

On the Dark Night of the Soul, I don't know, perhaps others know. I've

recently bought a book called The Mystic Heart, and am wondering what

it says. Do other cultures such as the Indian and the Tibetan have this

experience and a name for it? Jan? Tony? Harsha? Do you all know?

 

TG, i love your posts also, they have much warmth and compassion :-)

lighting up the mailbox!

 

Much Love,

Annette

[Guest guest]

<<

"Harsha (Dr. Harsh K. Luthar)" <hluthar

> On the Dark Night of the Soul, I don't know, perhaps others know. I've

> recently bought a book called The Mystic Heart, and am wondering what

> it says. Do other cultures such as the Indian and the Tibetan have this

> experience and a name for it? Jan? Tony? Harsha? Do you all know?

 

By the way Annette, I think most cultures and traditions have the concept

of the Dark Night of the Soul. Sometimes the Dark Night can last for years!

 

Harsha

>>

 

KKT: In Zen Buddhism, they call The Great Death.

 

KKT

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 2/15/00 10:39:43 AM Eastern Standard Time,

PhamDLuan writes:

 

<<

By the way Annette, I think most cultures and traditions have the concept

of the Dark Night of the Soul. Sometimes the Dark Night can last for years!

 

Harsha

>>

 

KKT: In Zen Buddhism, they call The Great Death.

 

KKT

 

------------------ >>

 

Harsha and KKT,

 

Oh, we are so spoiled to learn so much from so many ancient and

rich traditions, from people as compassionate as yourselves. Sometimes I

feel really spoiled and lucky to be on this list! Do either of you have time

or desire to expand on this for us?

 

Thank you eversomuch :-)

 

Love,

Annette

[Guest guest]

> On the Dark Night of the Soul, I don't know, perhaps others know. I've

> recently bought a book called The Mystic Heart, and am wondering what

> it says. Do other cultures such as the Indian and the Tibetan have this

> experience and a name for it? Jan? Tony? Harsha? Do you all know?

>

> TG, i love your posts also, they have much warmth and compassion :-)

> lighting up the mailbox!

>

> Much Love,

> Annette

>

>

 

TG's warmth and compassion are truly legendary indeed and the list is basking in

it. Thanks TG for shining softly like the morning sun on all of us.

 

By the way Annette, I think most cultures and traditions have the concept of the

Dark Night of the Soul. Sometimes the Dark Night can last for years!

 

Harsha

[Guest guest]

On 2/15/00 at 7:34 AM RainboLily wrote:

 

[...]

¤On the Dark Night of the Soul, I don't know, perhaps others

know. I've

¤recently bought a book called The Mystic Heart, and am

wondering what

¤it says. Do other cultures such as the Indian and the

Tibetan have this

¤experience and a name for it? Jan? Tony? Harsha? Do you

all know?

¤

¤TG, i love your posts also, they have much warmth and

compassion :-)

¤lighting up the mailbox!

¤

¤Much Love,

¤Annette

 

The prologue to "Dark Night of the Soul (Noche Oscura)" by San

Juan de la Cruz leaves no doubt as to what it is about:

----------------------

1. "On a dark night,

Kindled in love with yearnings

--Oh, happy chance!--

I went forth without being observed,

My house being now at rest.

 

2. "In darkness and secure,

By the secret ladder, disguised

--Oh, happy chance!--

In darkness and in concealment,

My house being now at rest.

 

3. "In the happy night,

In secret, when none saw me,

Nor I beheld aught,

Without light or guide,

Save that which burned in my heart.

 

4. "This light guided me

More surely than the light of noonday

To the place where he (well I know who!)

Was awaiting me--

A place where none appeared.

 

 

5. "Oh, night that guided me,

Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,

Oh, night that joined

Beloved with lover,

Lover transformed in the Beloved!

 

 

6. "Upon my flowery breast,

Kept wholly for himself alone,

There he stayed sleeping,

And I caressed him,

And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

 

7. "As I spread his locks,

The fresh wind from the turret

(on high like the early morning breeze of a new day)

Wounded my neck with its gentle hand,

And caused all my senses to be suspended.

 

 

8. "I remained lost in oblivion,

My face I reclined on the Beloved;

All ceased

And I abandoned myself,

Leaving my cares forgotten

Among the lilies."

----------------------

 

The Light can be veiled and the veils are the identifications,

constructed in the course of events: they can obscure the

Light to such an extent that one feels miserable (like lost

love, and a change isn't in sight). So it would be unlikely,

not to find the equivalent of the "dark night" in every

culture. The difference is what could be called the "safety

net". When surrounded by equally minded like in Satsangh, the

pain is less or can be forgotten for most of the time:

removing the veil is an energetic process and feeling bad or

sad isn't beneficial. Strictly speaking, almost 6 billion on

this planet are experiencing this "dark night", without even

knowing it. The "dark night" isn't one event per se: any

period of time, when the Light is sufficiently veiled, could

be called a dark night and each time a veil vanishes, the next

one is "announced", until, when least expected...

 

Jan

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 02/15/2000 11:29:25 AM Eastern Standard Time,

kvy9 writes:

 

<< Strictly speaking, almost 6 billion on

this planet are experiencing this "dark night", without even

knowing it. The "dark night" isn't one event per se: any

period of time, when the Light is sufficiently veiled, could

be called a dark night and each time a veil vanishes, the next

one is "announced", until, when least expected...

 

Jan

>>

Thank you Jan,

 

I know it isn't easy for you to type so much, but you

always give thoughts worthy of real reflection and your

insight is nothing short of incredible. So, thank you

for yet again providing thought-provoking material

which had not occurred to me.

 

Deep Gratitude and Love and Light,

Annette

[Guest guest]

On 2/15/00 at 9:39 PM RainboLily wrote:

 

[...]

¤Thank you Jan,

¤

¤I know it isn't easy for you to type so much, but you

¤always give thoughts worthy of real reflection and your

¤insight is nothing short of incredible. So, thank you

¤for yet again providing thought-provoking material

¤which had not occurred to me.

¤

¤Deep Gratitude and Love and Light,

¤Annette

 

Thank you Annette. Typing may not be easy, but the present

stage of life is one without obligations and commitments so

time is plenty

 

Jan