Turq, I say to you, as Crocodile Dundee said to the African-American chauffeur (after that guy had thrown his limousine's trunk-hood, boomerang shaped, radio/phone aerial at a fleeing mugger,) "I knew you were tribal."
I love that you're promoting a film about God. Hee hee! Oh, don't get upset and smack me for saying this. Truly, I think I'm starting to grok your reasons why using the word God is a slippery slope for you. Me too. I love to talk about the "the plot of the script of the Author of All Creation," and to do that I must assume that there's a Writer, and once "there," -- where duality is a given -- well, what's the use of conversation -- it'll never lead to a freeing clarity -- only a more convoluted Gordian knot -- something like that maybe? I don't know you, but I'm getting to know my inner model of you, that processing inside my brain I label as "Turq stuff." That side-character in my mentation, that placing holding Turq Doppelgänger, is starting to become tribal to me -- you've got a skill set with the God tools, ya know? You can sling it with the best of us. And, sigh, I ask, "Are you like the rest of us? Does your using spiritual tools result in a risky object of consciousness returning with the same fury it was sent forth; tell me, is it usually at the back of your head and out-of-the-blue when you're hit by ass-biting karma?" -- that's my usual way of getting comeuppance. Turq, help us in our cliff-notes-of-Turq, would you say that, if folks had to have a "well known reference" to grok you, that you be more like a Zen monk, Buddhist wandering monk, Buddhist Ashram's Top Devotee, Kwai Chang Caine, Master Li Mu Bai, Mr. Miyagi? I think there's a strong case to say you're like that blind monk, Pai Mei, that taught Uma how to fight in Kill Bill, but maybe you see his ferocity and unbending anger that "anyone would purposefully not be focused on the path to freedom" may make him more of a Master Sergeant than a Master Swami. Still, sometimes I do see that deep-heart intent in your presentations here that could come off as quite scary to those who can't see the "spiritual professionalism" of it. If I had to put money on it, I'd say you're more like Nisargadatta's temperament. Since there's no "you" really to be found in any localized sense, and no symbol of you can be anything but a truly colossal besmirching of your true status, yes, I think I get it that one should resist such casual nods of identification less one slide downwards into investment in the concept -- indeed, an avoidance of conceptuality itself -- but still, don't you too have inner models of all of us inside your head that you use as a "short hand" for thinking about others? Or is every person you meet a complete stranger "in another Buddha meets Buddha on the path" moment? I hate to ask you these things, because, yikes, I am asking you to at least consider the notion that you might be small, insignificant, loco-local, and that I'm starting off with a falsity -- that there's any "youness" to be found anywhere in creation other than that "it's all you." I like the idea that if I point a stick anywhere, I'm pointing at creation. Like that, when I say, "Here's Turq," I'm merely pointing anywhere and hitting your bull's eye. Here a Turq, there a Turq, everywhere a Turq Turq, Old Man Do-good had a farm, e i e i o. There's that story about the person who died and the wise men were called to bring him back to life, and those priests called for his soul to return from heaven and reanimate his body once again, but nothing happened. So they called for his soul to return from any of the "three worlds," and yet he still did not return. Finally, the priests ran out of options, and with a great sigh said, "Soul, come back from where ever you're at." And the soul returned. Like that, maybe Turq, the real and only Turq is only present where no one can find him -- even his own ego must perforce search fruitlessly about in that very tiny space called "that which can be known." Something like that? Help us out! But, hey, no complaints about me, cuz you used the word God first! Edg --- In [EMAIL PROTECTED], TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > I saw it in French, but the IMDB says that there is > an English-subtitled version available. If so, I can > recommend it highly to those who don't feel that > religion and spiritual topics have to be treated > as deadly serious as most filmmakers treat them. > > Directed by Athur Joffé and starring the delightful > Hélène de Fougerolles, the basic plot is that God > has written a screenplay and descends to Earth to > find a director capable of making it into a film. > Much merriment ensues, and when people get to see > the final film, everyone sees something different, > and everyone feels...uh...lighter as a result. > Well worth a rental. >
