If we are consciousness and the rest is illusion, what is the point of continuing on in body? I am truly only what I was before birth and what I will be after death and so why not just stop participating in the illusion?
Thursday 17 December 2009
You are starting from the wrong assumption:
'We are consciousness and the rest is illusion'
The right assumption to start from is:
'We are consciousness and the rest is consciousness'.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 04:29
Rudra spent a weekend in Satsang with Pamela Wilson. In that atmosphere it became clear that everything, good and bad, is attended by a bird with a straw in its beak. The straw is from the nest of love calling us back home. All is welcome. As Pamela said "misunderstanding is welcome here".
A few random quotes from Pamela:
"When we are kind to the mind, it relaxes".
"It starts with cluelessness and ends with cluelessness".
"We are beginners at love".
So often we stand in our own light obscuring the narrow way. The narrow way is the path of 'what is' and turns out to be vast. As the Buddhists say 'the path exists but not the traveler on it'.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 03:58
Thursday 10 December 2009
The 'non-dual' insight can become so heady and cerebral. Us characters want everything to be explainable and slotted in to a neat hypothesis. Something to be sustainable and reliable as life hits us in the face.
There will never be an answer on that level. The finite cannot know the infinite (can it even fully know the finite?). Even those are concept words.
The dessicated plains of non-dual theory are bloomless without ingredient x, which is a shower of something resembling love. What is that love? I know the very word brings up many hours of cult and religious/spiritual practice.... in many people's minds it is labelled 'mood making'. Equally Rudra knows what it refers to, as every human being does; something exquisite, compassionate, caring and melting. He saw much of that in his hospital visit and sees it daily especially in others.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 05:57
Friday 4 December 2009
Thursday 3 December 2009
The Dreamlike world; the very fact that it is dreamlike strangely makes it more imperative to pay attention with compassion. Even that is a bit prescriptive. Attention is payed and payed with Grace and compassion.
For that part which wants to understand this conundrum it could be posited that when the world seems so real it brings into being a responsible owning person who feels he or she has to do the right thing. That's where the trouble starts.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 04:18
Thursday 26 November 2009
Wednesday 11 November 2009
Saturday 7 November 2009
Thursday 5 November 2009
Saturday 10 October 2009
Rudra has been indisposed and spent time in Bantry Institute of Higher Education (Bantry Hospital to you). He will report further on his journey there in due course. Suffice it to say that the breaking down of the body can be both contractive and expansive (expensive also). The loving support of friends and family has been second to none and all points to gratitude and simplicity.
From Rudra's hospital diary "Open the gates as wide as they will go, so that all of life's pleasures and pains can fully express themselves and pass through."
Posted by Tim Goulding at 11:28
Thursday 20 August 2009
Monday 17 August 2009
Friday 7 August 2009
Saturday 1 August 2009
Thoughts of the individual, its welfare, opinion and continuance hover like a low mist. The internal dialectic is persistent. Above the fields of the Pure Land is a vast blanket of vebiage and concepts, entangled and warring.
The beginning of freedom is the understanding of the nature of these thoughts. Vigilance and a hawk eye, coupled with sincerity and a burning passion for liberation are the catalysts for release. Yet the subtlety of thought co-opts all attempts and methods. It wishes to own any insight and progress made.
The breaks in identification reveal that the mist is in fact illusory. Understanding transmutes into Heart.
Rudra listened to a Tibetan teacher outlining the neccessity of altruism and the attention to the mechanics of Karma. Beside him a drip from the roof fell into a standing pool of water. The ripples, outgoing, spoke of a sublime beauty and simplicity far beyond the need for explanation. How simple life is then and how simple the complications are too.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 02:15
Friday 31 July 2009
Monday 27 July 2009
Saturday 25 July 2009
Peek behind the curtain. You may be atonished to see a busy laboratory. the technicians are evaluating new products which affect the brain and the organism. The research and development unit are evaluating the likes and dislikes of the client and working on strategies to keep the client satisfied. The task is open-ended. The work runs on a 24 hour schedule 365 days a year.
The cost of this is painfully exorbitant and takes its toll on the company owner, both physically and mentally.
Only in moments of Stillness is it seen that this whole scenario does not exist at all.
So much toil for nothing.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 02:08
Sunday 12 July 2009
Rudra and Roushka continue their adventures. They sat with Satyananda at The Sanctuary in Smithfield, Dublin which is a beautiful retreat centre in the heart of Dublin. Set up by Sister Stanislaus it comprises a small zen garden with shrubs, fountain and a circular sun garden. Indoors is a satsang hall, library and dining area along with offices etc.
Satyananda fielded and invited questions on all topics from the technical queries on the mechanics of self-realisation* to urgent personal conundrums. Needless to say the atmosphere was deep and the satsang revealing.
*Rudra doesn't understand this phrase. He is a simple fellow and most of the time is spent looking for his glasses even though he has a strong intuition that they are not really his at all. In fact he is doubtful if he even has a role in life. Something tells him that Life is the role.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 01:50
Friday 5 June 2009
Rudra and his twin Roushka spent 4 days at Aherlow Castle. Roushka is still misssing believed lost in the big oak wood. There are scratching sounds as if behind glass walls. At times he appears, bespactled and learned as if to show off his knowledge of the world and its ways. Truth be told he is a very convincing expert and wears the cloak of an engaged and engaging listener. However there is an insubstantial air to him that cannot be ignored.
Rudra remains bemused and absorbed with whatever plate is served up. He feels as light as the wind and describes his state as being similar to an excavated field.
All praise and salutations ring out to the compassionate teacher Stuart Schwartz. All praise and salutations ring out to the fellow students and the magnaminious hosts. The echoes and the perfume of that time appear in most unexpected places.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 09:55
Monday 13 April 2009
Totally convinced of his ownership and 100 per cent identified with the property. He is convinced that his house is to be maintained and defended against allcomers. He has the deeds and is aware of his rights. He will take up arms if needs be to repel outside threats (anagram of 'the rats')
Is aware that this is not his house but must act as if it is to be a good tenant. Will keep the space orderly and in good condition whilst relying on the owner to undertake major repairs. Is aware of his proprietary rights and tenancy obligations. Will defend the establishment up to a point but not as resolutely as the owner.
Has arrived here by cunning and judicious observation. He does not recognise the owner's rights but lives evasively and often in fear. If challenged he may put up a fight but is more inclined to take to his heels.
He is a peripatetic resident only revealing himself occasionally and seemingly at random. He obeys his own agenda and has no truck with rights and ownership. Being substantially invisible he has no business with the world (in fact he does not subscribe to its existence). Yet he is here because there is a lingering longlost attraction to what was his world and is drawn back in some atavistic manner, much as a salmon is drawn to its place of birth.
Has no attributes, is utterly accomodating and belongs to no one. Is always there but is rarely even noticed. Without him the property would be unworkable. He has no colour, creed or philosophy. He has no ideals, opinions or boundaries. He doesn't do love or hate, yet due to his continuous generosity he can only be love.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 01:02
Saturday 11 April 2009
Wednesday 25 March 2009
Sunday 22 March 2009
Monday 16 March 2009
Monday 2 March 2009
Come sit without expectation
Outside the walls of your citadel
In the domain of utter emptiness
In the domain of utter emptiness
Where being, having no choice,
Where being, having no choice,
Talks the language Of being.
Posted by Tim Goulding at 04:02