Duve, this was so beautiful that I read it out loud to my wife -- first time I've ever done that with a FFL offering, and a bit of a contradiction I suppose (loudly pronouncing your panagyric to the power of silence), but what of That? She totally dug it too. It reminded her of her Dad, who was indeed as quietly centered as Shiva. Thanks. And for me, you've summed up my own current stance toward FFL, and toward the fair field of Life -- simply to be Aware, to be Awareness, quietly to Be, unconditional and whole-hearted; the rest takes care of itself. On the surface this approach might appear uninvolved and bloodless, but au contraire -- it has shown me through an anciently unconscious fear and hatred of Purusha for Prakriti (and vice versa) to the utter love-passion, surrender, and identity of Shiva-Shakti.
*L*L*L* --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Good writing! > > Unfortunately, it's sponsored by Tamas. If one is rejecting anything, > it is ego's blind perspective channeling Tamas The Ancient One. > > To thwart Kali's Dancing, only silence is the answer. Only silence can > brace Her. > > I was a substitute gym teacher for a day. So we played dodge ball, of > course. Well, these seventh graders would cheat their own moms in > this activity. A ball would graze a kid, and if he thought no one saw > it -- meaning the substitute teacher -- then it didn't happen. To > these kids denial was one of the game's skills -- if you could pull it > off with panache, you could even get the one who threw the ball to > agree that it wasn't a hit. > > So here's me in the bleachers watching the action. Most of the hits > were solid enough that the kids would move off the court, but the > grazes were still a big problem. > > Big Problem I tell ya, right there in river city where B and P rhyme > with whatever and it stands for T. > > Kali was on that court. > > Except when? > > When silence was there. > > All I had to do was be looking into the eyes of any grazed kid when he > instinctively looked up at me to see if I witnessed the event. If I > was staring at him, he'd just his lower his arms and walk off the > court. Not a word needed to be said, and the kid was moral. Silence > is the only perfect mirror. Anything less and the image will be given > a fun-house twist to the truth, and the person mirrored can glom onto > that and cry "foul -- that's not me!" > > I've had a few spiritual experiences, but watching the kids' fealty to > the power of witnessing was right up there with all of them in terms > of palpability. It was like I had an attack dog next to me and the > kids knew I was mean enough to say, "Sic 'em, Rover." > > I felt like Shiva -- ending their court lives in a snuff, knowing > absolutely it was their own fault to stand in the way of a ball of > karma, and being wonderfully, perfectly, absolutely okay with my role > of doing nothing and yet being the basis of dharmic fair play. > > It was as good as that time I fell in love with the Italian ditch > digger in Fiuggi Fonte, but that's another story. > > Edg >
