Dude, You ARE enlightened! lurk
lurkIn FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > This thread's recent posts have touched upon a very deep wisdom - - one > > that I appreciate as a most pleasing spiritual personality dynamic -- > > it's living one's life as if something sacred resides inside > > everyone/everything. > > > > We know the story of the dead dog's white teeth. > > > > But, I have to confess. A living breathing human being with a two > > pound on-board computer brain that can resonate with the entire > > universe can be dismissed by me as worthless, stripped of any > > meaningful status, and completely discounted because of my indulgence > > in my own prejudices. > > > > And not just me, right? We all do it folks. But I forgive me- us. > > > > I mean, really. Judgmentalism has its place! > > > > Who can listen to Donald Trump talk about any subject with that > > hairstyle of his? I'd rather talk to Someone with a cobra draped > > around His neck. Really! If one has to be distracted during a > > conversation, geeze, at least let it be by IMPENDING DEATH and not an > > off-centered pelt that a good veterinarian could resuscitate. It's > > easy to see ourselves being parochial and having thoughts about others > > that are not sweet, not true, and not necessary for us to "abide > > with." We know the drill. But, we all know how we love to jam a > > projection of our personal dynamics into any summing up of another's > > "style." We all know how one can become so immediately convinced > > about one's superiority over another. > > > > Easy to disconnect. > > > > Yet, most of us believe that each spark of sentience -- even when but > > dimly seen in another person -- is divine. But if we purposely refuse > > to see the sacred when it's disguised in an unpleasant garb, it's > > hypocrisy -- plain and simple. But it can be so hard to have > > integrity and act upon one's philosophical morals -- who amongst us > > will toss a buck to "God" when he's disguised as a urine soaked bum on > > the street corner screaming at invisible entities? > > > > It's one thing to be a good Samaritan, but, hey, we all know that the > > typical bum on the street needs $25,000 in dental work alone, and > > it'll take at least 200 hours of Dr. Phil one-on-one-ing to even begin > > to fix the bum's messed up personality patterns, and probably there's > > a dozen outstanding felony warrants on the bum's sheet. Unless one is > > able to pay for a bum's entire refurbishing, well, it might make one > > feel better to -- instead -- shred-up the dollar and give it to a > > passing Norway wharf rat for nesting material. > > > > But, no, not that. Samaritanism is not the wisdom I've read here > > lately. > > > > It's not about whether Maharishi can resonate with the masses. It's > > about if one can actually revere each moment -- no matter if one is in > > a cave, conundrum or conniption. > > > > Or cult. > > > > I remember Be Here Now where there's this wonderful drawing of Christ > > on the cross watching the spike being hammered into His hands. Ram > > Dass notes the utter compassion Christ felt for the executioners' > souls. > > > > Now that's clarity about another's viewpoint, eh? > > > > That's what I'm reading here recently. > > > > It's not about pity for the other guy's imprisonment within a > > personality's limitations. It's not about sighing deeply. > > > > It's about being thrilled with each and every person's viewpoint -- > > like it was a 40 caret diamond just found laying on the ground. It's > > about seeing how God solves each moment's needs -- mows into the > angst. > > > > God takes on the impossible. For fun. > > > > Strike that. > > > > God TOKES on the impossible. For fun. > > > > That's what I've read here in the most recent posts of Turq and > Curtis. > > > > It's about Buddha meeting Buddha. > > > > And so, is not Maharishi also to be included in this spiritual > > amnesty? Can't we toss a buck to him? > > > > Maybe Maharishi needs a lot of dental work before we'd invite him to > > one of our penthouse brunch soirees, but I for one am thrilled that he > > was able to put spirituality on the front burners of so many minds in > > the world. His mistakes are jarring, but no more jarring than when > > one looks in a mirror, right? I've certainly sinned far more > > egregiously than anything I've heard about Maharishi -- if not in > > degree, then most assuredly in kind. > > > > Of the millions upon millions who were moved just a titch forwards -- > > of the millions who entertained however briefly the concept of > > "spirit" -- how many of them moved on to commitments in other cults, > > philosophies, passions? How many of them, after starting the slide up > > the slippery sloping of Jacob's ladder, have found the very peace the > > TM literature speaks of? > > > > Let's see, that would be several million points scored by Maharishi, > > right? > > > > I'd sure be proud of myself if I had pulled that one off, in fact, I > > WAS proud of myself for initiating a mere smattering of people when > > Merv Griffin was herding them into our centers. It's one thing to > > stand on your feet all Saturday and initiate 30 people, and it's > > another to sit on your ass all day for A LIFETIME and talk about the > > pinky petals. > > > > A few rolls in the hay, shunting hundreds of millions of dollars into > > his family coffers, and having smarmy zombies as his movement henchmen > > -- these simply cannot be given much weight -- they cannot > > counterbalance the satva Maharishi's life has inspired others to > > manifest. > > > > He is what he is. Could have been worse. Could have been me in a > > dhoti with a rose -- could have been me that the Beatles listened to > > for a few seconds. Could have been me who'd have to find the > > wherewithal to inspire others to begin the final climb. Could have > > been me in bed with a devotee -- in about ten minutes flat. > > > > Maharishi may have driven across some lawns, but mostly he stayed on > > the road. > > > > So let's have the old man over to dinner, eh? > > > > And if he won't accept the invitation, well, we understand that, and > > no problem, because anyone, ANYONE ELSE WILL DO. > > > > Imagine a true warrior, you know -- scarred, muscles rippling, a belt > > of skulls, dented shield. > > > > Every bum I've ever met had the same warrior-accouterments. A > > lifetime of scarring, a wary mind tensing, a circlet of dead dreams, > > and a mangled defensive pride -- whew, let's have that guy to dinner, > > let's get him to trust us enough to tell his tales. Let's see if we > > could have lived his life -- stuck to it no matter what. See if we > > could, you know, speak endlessly about the same damn rose. > > > > Each of us are like Maharishi when he enters a lecture hall -- pulling > > ourselves forwards by grabbing one flower at a time. > > > > And sometimes, a thorn punctuates the story being told. > > > > Edg > > >
