Who's Gator?

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On Wed, 16 Aug 2000 10:40:06 Skyeryder wrote:

> The Gator is kind of a totem of mine who lives in the pond

>awaiting morsels and wanting to capture the exact moment that the Lotus

>blooms. This time of the year there is too much algae and the Gator uses the

>nose to push the algae aside and this also requires the use of nictitating

>membrane for good vision.

 

I'm sure with his perfect adaptation to every

aspect of the

environment he lives in,

through the eternal timelessness and similar perfecr adaptations of his

ancestors,

the Gator will catch every

single Lotus as it blossoms, no matter the amount

of Algae present.

> The reason I sought out this Buddhist monk was to help me to

>understand three small booklets that were given to me at the airport in

>Chicago the B. Gita, Upanishads, and The Dhammapada. I had no idea of

>these writings beforehand. When I asked the monk about these writings, he

>tapped his chest and told me to read them more than ten times and meditate

>(he tapped his chest again) with the heart.

 

"To meditate with the heart"...

what a wonderful advice.

 

The humility and eagerness to learn with which you sought out this monk even

during war time,

far away from home, really touches me.

 

Thank you for sharing and the smiles.

 

Love,

 

Amanda.

 

 

 

 

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Hello

Gator here… actually it is Robert. I should have

introduced myself before now. Obviously, I am new to this listing,

and which from I am discovering many wonders of Beauty and Love.

Thank you for such a listing J

The “Gator” is kind of a totem of mine who lives in the

pond awaiting morsel’s and wanting to capture the exact moment that

the Lotus blooms. This time of the year there is too much algae and

the Gator uses the nose to push the algae aside and this also

requires the use of nictitating membrane for good vision.

The name of “Gator” was given to me by a Buddhist monk

while I was in Vietnam 1968-70. The monk lived in a crumbling temple

outside of Phan Rang in southern Vietnam. When I first met the monk

he asked where I was from, and when stating that I entered the

military from Jacksonville, Florida, he replied “gator’s.”

The reason I sought out this Buddhist monk was to help me

to understand three small booklets that were given to me at the

airport in Chicago – the B. Gita, Upanishads, and The Dhammapada. I

had no idea of these writings beforehand. When I asked the monk about

these writings, he tapped his chest and told me to read them more than

ten times and meditate (he tapped his chest again) with the heart.

I saw this person one other time and I gave him a sack of

fruit, and he gave me three pieces of paper titled “hsin hsin ming.

Smiles… Robert (Gator)

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perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and

subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not

different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of

the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always

Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart

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