Yes, we appear to be creatures who habitually create patterns from the inward and outward perception of our six senses, with storage facilities for those perceptions, allowing for imagination and reflection, in order to grow the patterns in complexity, which we can then mirror in our physical environment. I can only conclude we do this for fun, with the granularity of our creation offering endless possibilities for perception, reflection, imagination, and expression, vs. dwelling simply in universal pure potential.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "RoryGoff" <rorygoff@...> wrote: > > * * Yeah, especially when it comes to the siddhis. But in all honesty, I > probably just made this story up, because my mind does love creating patterns > out of chaos. > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "whynotnow7" <whynotnow7@> wrote: > > > > ...subtlety is always a virtue :-0) > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "RoryGoff" <rorygoff@> wrote: > > > > > > * * Feel it? Hell, doubtless I caused it when I asked my wife Rena to -- > > > well, let's just say it was not unlike Curtis's "rock me!" earthquake > > > siddhi-experience, but delicacy forbids me to go into the details :-) > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "whynotnow7" <whynotnow7@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Perhaps you are feeling the influence of Hurricane Irene (Irene = > > > > peace), Rory!:-) > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "RoryGoff" <rorygoff@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Tom Pall <thomas.pall@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > On Thu, Aug 25, 2011 at 1:34 AM, Yifu <yifuxero@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > Cripple Creek, CO; 1890, Departure of Stagecoach: > > > > > > > http://www.museumsyndicate.com/images/5/47453.jpg > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > One of my very favorite places on Earth. Great saloon, great ice > > > > > > cream > > > > > > parlor. Regrettably, the place is contaminated with all sorts of > > > > > > sulfates > > > > > > and nasty metals like arsenic. Great times in the Summer. > > > > > > > > > > > > Now Rory, RC and Ravi should be one the stage. The one leaving for > > > > > > Cheyenne > > > > > > in an hour. > > > > > > > > > > > * * I knew you'd take a Cheyenne to us once you got to know us, Tom. > > > > > And you're quite right, when we're Home, be it ever so humble, there > > > > > is no where but now here, ever only the one stage. ISness is our > > > > > business. > > > > > > > > > > But you know Why Homing requires eight stages, wheels a-spinning, > > > > > steeds a-grinning from Here to Here, right? (Idaho, but Kali Fornia > > > > > does; Alaska.) > > > > > > > > > > "We are... climbing... Jacob's ... ladder; ... ev'ry ... round goes > > > > > ... higher, ... higher!" > > > > > > > > > > Yama to Niyama, Shakti to Shiva, Doing to Nondoing. > > > > > > > > > > "Feet and ... Base and ... Sex and ... Navel, ... Heart and ... > > > > > Throat and ... Brow and ... Crow-hown!" > > > > > > > > > > And mounting laboriously from Yama to Asana to Pranayam to > > > > > Pratyahara, to Dharana to Dhyana to Samdhi to Niyama, we come Home > > > > > where we have always and all ways been, here and now, in the > > > > > radiantly Cheyenning secret Sacred Heart amidst the nine. The one > > > > > stage IS Now, ever has been, and always shall be, whirled without > > > > > end, Amen. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
