>From Rich:
> when someone appears within awareness who needs bread, > then responses flow giving bread, not stone -- however, the > form of the bread varies greatly, just as the form of the need > varies greatly -- what flows from me to others is at worse > harmless in outcome, or at best, liberating... if there seem > to be mistakes, then the responses always convey > spontaneous compassionate blessing -- living within > trackless,"tract" less openness is wonder full... > Google "nonduality"... Ah! A good old fashion soliloquy of transcendent proportions! I like it! NonDuality is indeed an interesting perception. Let me share with you a philosophical rant of my own! FWIW, you and I may differ on certain perceptions, such as in regards to the predicted outcome of the on-going Rossi saga. In the end, however, it seems to me that it all comes down to a simple manifestation of different perspectives. It's easy for all of us to lose sight of the fact that as we go about the business of manifesting our differing opinions, all of these differing perspectives must nevertheless be observed from somewhere. Trying to grasp where that "somewhere" resides has kept many a philosopher employed throughout the ages. Some sense... some try to describe a Transcendent State of Existence, an Awareness which resides outside of the frame of reference perceived of as our immediate surroundings. Thus the concept of duality is born. I think what is often lost in such interpretations is the fact that this Transcendent State of Existence has no definition of boundaries. There is no need for them. The constant enthrallment of "Maya" - the setting up of boundaries, the generation of differing opinions, is experienced as an endless form of rambunctious creativity, all for the amusement of that Transcendent State of Awareness, where "we" come from. That Unbounded State of Awareness enjoys the thrill of playing around with differing points of view. In the end, however, all of these differing viewpoints head back home. Eventually "we" gather around the dinner table to swap stories, to compare notes... and perhaps to experience a good belly laugh or two at our own folly. Actually, "we" never left the dinner table. It only seems that way. Swami Johnson will now put his turban away for the evening. Regards, Steven Vincent Johnson www.OrionWorks.com www.zazzle.com/orionworks
