Category Archives: Awakening

William Samuel

Absolute, Awakening

First, harking hack to China, Mr. Shieh and I, with five American teammates, were being pursued by a Japanese combat patrol. We were “retrograding;” bringing up the rear of our little patrol, trying to get back to the safety of friendly lines. We were close to being captured. In those days, neither the Japanese nor Chinese “gave quarter.” That is, we took no prisoners. I knew that if I were taken by the pursuing Japanese, it meant certain death. On the other, hand, Mr. Shieh might successfully pass himself off as a Chinese peasant. Oh, I cannot write this story! At this minute it is enough to remember Mr. Shieh seeing and pointing out the beauty of those purple blooms on the distant mountain we had yet to climb. I marveled at a man who could see beauty under such oppressive circumstances. I marvel more that he helped me learn to do it. * During the Korean War, an artillery round burst among my men on the left flank. Several bodies were hurled about and I ran to see the extent of the damage and whether the platoon leader was still effective. Sick to my stomach at the sight, I sat down among three of the bodies sprawled along the slope. I became aware of a visual “Presence” hovering beside them. A misty, blue-white light of sorts. A different kind of light, primal, persuasive and powerful. I could not explain what I saw then, nor can I now, but with the sight, and because of the sight, I was absolutely certain within myself I was being shown evidence of the deathlessness of Life—the survival of the Child, the Soul of men. I felt a marvelous sense of relief, almost gratitude, concerning those men and everything happening that day. Within a few minutes of that incident, my regiment, and my part of the line in particular, was hit by an enormous wave of shell fire and oncoming Chinese troops. Hell erupted in a manner that no one can sufficiently describe or picture for another. One simply must experience something like that to fully understand. But, to the ongoing Glimpse I’d like to write here if I can. In the early moments of that terrible onslaught wherein everything that moved was slaughtered ten times over—advancing troops, men, women, children, dogs and chickens and every moving creature caught at that place at that time—I was suddenly unable to hear. My world went silent and I was enveloped in an immeasurable calm. In the midst of that horrendous din of exploding bodies and shells, I could hear nothing but my own voice. In some marvelous way, I was caught up in a quiet, tranquil dimension, separate, but attached to the carnage at hand, I had not been wounded. I felt as well as one could be expected to feel under such circumstances. I could hear my own voice and even my breathing quite clearly, I went from gun position to gun position and heard myself giving calm encouragement to my troops. I could see their mouths move in reply and gratitude—and terror—but I couldn’t hear them. I heard myself but couldn’t hear the shells bursting in my face. I was beset with a wonderful enwrapping calm that let me move fearlessly to do whatever the moment asked me to do, as hideous as those moments were. Perhaps a man can so detest a situation that his body produces the chemicals which, in turn, erect a barricade between himself and the galling situation. But as this was happening for me on that long day in Korea, there was a clear perception that a superlative Reality stood just behind the events: that there is another Scene just above this one, surrounding it; that Reality was bursting through that corridor of chaos into my own conscious recognition. I walked with a detached courage, as if the mortal body couldn’t be and wouldn’t be hurt. I ran from soldier to soldier, gun to gun. I was knocked down, spun around and stung with rocks and earth, feeling nothing but a calm, clear sense of Life’s dominion over the sights and sounds of the world; as though, with the Presence I had sensed and seen moments earlier among the first bodies felled, I was SEEING and FEELING Life, eternal Nature, even in the face of death. Perhaps this was the beneficent calm Mr. Shieh had felt those years earlier when he saw the blossoms on the distant mountain. That particular hellfire and damnation in Korea lasted four nights and three days without sleep for my troops and me. I have never forgotten the different time frame and the enwrapping inner peace nor how I was held and supported during that time—or non-time. More significant, that Peace has not forsaken me since those days, at least not when I was mindful of It nor when the chips were down and I called for It. How do I call for It? I bring forth the Child of Me. Why I write this now after all these years, I really don’t know, but on this Memorial Day when I feel everything necessary for the book has been written, I sit me down and write something that might tell others, like Janice and Bill, that there are times when the anguish of the lesson is absolutely necessary—that leaving the anguish may not be the answer. Now, with absolute assurance, I can tell people, old and young, their lessons can be learned under the most difficult and trying circumstances. Better that we leave our nets after we’ve learned their lessons. Better that we call on the Child because the Child knows what to do. The Child and the Presence are the same one Presence and It is right here where we are, transcending this world’s time and space. The final tone in this Overtone: The day I moved King Company onto line in Korea, I was given the Order of Battle of the “enemy” opposing me just across the valley on the next mountain. Facing my regiment, and me in particular, was the Chinese 60th Army, the same troops I had lived with and trained for two wars in China. We met again, eight years later, in a terrible and senseless slaughter. In the apparent world, our friends and enemies are the same—and, sometimes, needlessly, insanely, we try to destroy one another, thence to find that Life is eternal. Like Arjuna, in awful combat, I was instructed in certain of the Mysteries and learned the sense of senselessness. Memorial Day, 1985 Making sense of this world

No me,you,s/he/it

Absolute, Awakening, Buddha, Changed, Definitions, Duality, English for enlightenment, Errors, Humor - remember that? LoL, Identity, It never happened!, Karma, Matter unreal, Non-duality, Q & A, reincarnation, Self, Transition, Waking up

Haiku for the poor in spirit.

Even the Absolute is the dream.
The worded is the futile.
Meaning is dreamt.
‘Your life’ doesn’t exist.
What apparently lives is nullity.
Nothing realizes nothing.
This is breathtaking.
Seeing this is unbearable for the sense of self.
Nothing matters.
Understanding deludes.
There is no last resort.
No refuge.
Nirvana is a joke.
The Buddha lost his mind in an attempt to go beyond himself.
The Bodhi Tree farted.
Brain bursts into laughter.
The belly shakes.
The grass grows by itself.
The spring is coming…..

Wouter van Oord.

The Perfect Answer! Conflict ceases to arise.

Answered Prayer!, Awakening, Be still, De-hypnotize, Direct or Progressive paths, Non-duality

Were lies the conflict for “you”? “I” makes out/is the energy that continues/is continued in the search for the difference. The happening of searching belongs/is “I”…

When energetical position (“I”) is no longer happening, no such question arraises. Without that energetical position that makes the “i” no thing matters…

End

Tomas Agren

Spiritual awakening vs. cult of ego

Awakening

Let’s talk about being one of the ‘in’ crowd. You know what I’m talking about — part of Q, in the know, not one of the uninformed and out of touch sheep.

Here’s what that gives you:

1.Something to believe in . You get to be right; others get to be wrong.

  1. Favored status. You are one of the special ones who get it; others aren’t.
  2. Off the hook. You get a free pass for the disasters; others are to blame.
  3. Saved. Someone out there is going to save you because you were smart enough to see what others missed; others will not be saved.
  4. A sense of ease and safety. Your life is neatly compartmentalized and lacks messy uncertainty; others who disagree with you are simply wrong, not worth engaging.

Now let’s look at what spiritual awakening is all about:

  1. You are stripped of everything you hold dear; including ideas about other people and lose many friendships as well.
  2. You are relieved of your beliefs; even beliefs about others. It is impossible to judge another without those beliefs.
  3. You discover that you don’t have any power; and recognize that no one else does either. The idea of blame drops like a brick as this one penetrates deeply.
  4. Without an identity which dropped with the beliefs and your sense of personal power, you remain here-now in the present moment, realizing that everything else is make-believe; ideas about what is going to happen, what should happen, even was has happened fade away.
  5. Your ideas of self-importance dissolve in the recognition that you aren’t even a you; the whole gains importance — everything and everyone. You trust the paths of those who no longer trust you because what remains after everything falls away is awareness of the One Power which is the benevolent unfolding of all life.

Anything that creates separation (us and them), that allows judgement of others (right and wrong) and fosters blame (you have the power to do wrong) is not part of waking up, is not a spiritual awakening. It is a cult of ego.

If anything in these words resonates you are capable of walking away, of opening your mind and looking again. So many dear ones are being swept into the pull of separation consciousness unawares. It is tricky. It looks so inviting. It even feels right but if you step back, just one step, you will see it isn’t.

I love you. I care about you and all those hurts that have gone untended. You are loved. Let us rejoin the shattered pieces of our hearts and heal together.

Amaya Gayle Gregory

The wake-up! -rjs 2016

Awakening, Robin Starbuck

IMAGINE THIS SCENARIO
Enter a gambling place
The cards are dealt
Wagers are made
Sweat appears
Somebody is
Cheating.
What’s
Next
??
G e t
The heck
Out of that
Nasty Place
Shake the dust
From off your feet
And say a prayer for
The guy who woke you
You remember The One
Known only as The Cheater!
THANK GOD 4 DELIVERANCE.

Dr. Robin Starbuck

Lazy interpretations are harmful

Awakening
I AM THAT .

AWAKEN FROM YOUR BELIEVING !!

Spiritual laziness possesses would-be interpreters of enlightened texts who opt for a quicker feel-good, replete with copious worldly rewards!

Your words, Frank Johnson, are like a bucket of ice-water in the sleeper’s face, admonishing them to wake up and reach higher in order to show their ‘followers’ by their own reaching how spiritual enquiry is done:

“The Philosopher, the Theologian, and to be sure, the average Churchgoer, would likely read [enlightened] words and label them as ridiculous, more likely, heretical. Why?

“Because the human mind has been conditioned to only seek after what it can understand, what it can accept, what it can rationalize. Such is the path of Religion. Religion is where everything is presented with a logical explanation.

“Yet in all this logic, who is showing the Believer how to awaken within to realize the truth that they believe in? We’ve been trained to believe doctrine without a hint of inner Awareness.

“The words from the Bhagavad Gita, as an example, emanate from the path of inner direct experience (like that seen in Jesus), not from some teaching that someone would tell you to merely believe.” FJ

I’d (rjs) like to add what I feel will aid tremendously in putting teacher and student, leader and follower on track for a major enlightenment breakthrough. Give up all self-seeking desire for wealth, leadership, popularity. Just listen truly sincerely for what might be the first time.