silent thunder

Yea, it's funny how a religious mindset can work for some folks but it usually soon gets bent... they feel this compulsion to extrapolate outward and assume that what they've found that works for them, must be the way to work for everyone and for their own good, all others must be turned away from their ignorance and brought to the 'one truth' even if by force, in order to save them. Truly scary shit. Justified Crusade type scary shit. Reminds me a bit of the folks who turn to a vegan or vegetarian diet and it heals them and helps them, then they go all fundamentalist about it and assume that it will be better for everyone and begin a crusade to save the broken and ignorant, not taking into account that various blood types don't respond the same to that type of intake. Projection and assumption seem to be the precursors to 'justified' acts of saving. Justified is currently in my top 10 scariest words of the English language.

Of the Abrams series, I prefer the first two, but this one also had the charm of those... It was just fun and didn't try to be more than that. I appreciate the way they honor the original while still being their own thing, that takes some skill. There were a couple of appropriately unimaginable moments that kept it campy and star trekkish and from taking itself too seriously. Good fun. As to the awareness underlying all Jim, I don't have pretty words for that, the experiences that engender that sentiment in me are beyond words. At times the Taoists and Buddhists and the Bleeding Edge Physicists come close, but I'll leave it to them. For me the experience and the living sense of it is enough.

Speaking of life forms... just took my gal to see the latest Star Trek. Sadly I didn't get to work on this one, but it was a fun watch. I still hold that the origin of humans is awareness. And awareness lies under all.

and all humans start out female...

start a thread mate... I'm pretty much endlessly fascinated by the interactions of primate minds

The Mists of Avalon.

In my experience it is not possible to be separated from source, ever, in any capacity... So practice as you will, when you choose and best to you on your path mate!

Magic Johnson

Bad news has good legs and sells well. And the desire to share the nasty bits is a tempting ego stroke that makes me feel powerful when I am the one doing the sharing and when I give in to it. One of the reasons I gave up tv and radio years ago is that I couldn't shake the awareness that it is at its core, to me, parasitic. It does not enlighten, educate, nor assist. It is designed to feed fear and sensationalism in the extreme and it's worth is near non-existent for me. Seems to me, that in the age of information we just hear about more things, in much quicker fashion so it seems that more is happening, but I still hold that for every piece of bad information, there are thousands of moments of pleasant, which are so common as to be ignored as 'normal' and 'boring'. When I started on my path of healing, I began by changing what I put in my mouth. Then I altered what I put on my body. Inevitably, that led to what I allow and foster in my mind. Slowly, I'm working on what comes out of my mouth as well. TV and radio are absurd and utterly ridiculous to me now after years of not ingesting them. The ads, the constant stream of suggestion and programming I find nauseating. Don't believe everything you think... they're just thoughts and just because you thought it, doesn't make it real, true, or important.

I love dogs... but have a hard time respecting animals that must be diligently trained to not shit right next to their food bowl... or wherever they happen to be standing when the urge hits.

Quantum Entanglement

7 m2's, 9 sks, 3 routers, 2 table saws, 3 scissor lifts, 1 fork lift, plaster mixers, skill saws, drill motors and the hum of 47 scenic artists.

Monty Python! I've been a fan since I was a kid. One of the guys on my current crew is Nobby Clark. He's a Brit and has been a coordinator and propmaker for 55 years, building scenery all over the world. He is a consummate gentleman and an absolute riot of humor and clever wit. He was the man who cut the coconuts in half for the Holy Grail and built many of the Python's sets. At 77 he's still swinging a hammer and keeping up with men half his age. I hang on his every story like a love sick puppy.

Nice!!!

hmm... if that's what it takes... I may have just stopped time for a bit... in the bathroom anyway.

Great thread. I think this has been happening on a meaningful level already, particularly in physics which is producing models and truths that mirror understandings expressed in Taoism and Tibetan Buddhism for centuries. It makes sense that no matter which direction you begin your enquiry, since it all stems from the same source, the eventual realizations will mirror that truth. I've always deeply resonated with the Hermetic saying: As Above so Below, As Within, Without.

nice!... and I didn't need a thousand words.... only 364.

Yea, I have grown to really appreciate the dynamic of group energy work. It's another dimension entirely. Though my teacher is semi-retired and seldom visits the States these days, so my options for group work in my chosen form has temporarily dried up... but I find that working with trees provides a similar energetic loop response in a similar way to group work and is a nice offset to constant solo work. And yea, sshubh, if you've only done the video/solo thing, you're in for a really awesome experience when you go and practice live with a teacher and some other like minded folks.

Brother Tatonka! My wife and I camped at Sage Creek in the Badlands for our honeymoon. The only rules of this campground at that time was no fire, that you had to leave no trace and you had to hike a mile from the parking area before you set up... oh and no fires. I awoke well before dawn the second day, unzipped the tent to discover half a dozen dome tents all around us. Boy was I pissed! Are you kidding me? All this open land and you guys have to set up your tents right next to us? On my honeymoon?! What the...?!!! Then I got stopped and thought, wait, how could they get in here and set up silently in the dark? Then I recalled the warning signs about not trying to entice close bison encounters as they tend to be territorial and their warning bumps tend to be fatal for humans and that they were present in the area... As it grew a little lighter, sure enough, I realized that we were not hemmed in by nosy campers, but were honored with the presence of a family of Tatonka, sleeping all around us. I sat there in the tall grass that morning as the sun rose over us, watching as they slowly rose and headed off for their day. Never forget the joy of my discovery and the laughter at my assumptions about the dark lumps in the night. some years later. Mother sent me a potent gift. in a vision I saw an ocean of Tatonka, thundering across the plains of what we refer to as america. In the vision, I was a hawk riding thermals over the plains of the Midwest and this ocean of life below me, thundered by for hours, millions upon millions, coming from the East and reaching from horizon to horizon as far as I could see. It was an impossible number to comprehend. They were headed into the West, not to return and when they had passed, I had the clear realization that they represented all the Tatonka who had ever, or ever would exist on this plane. My grief is still palpable in recall, though my gratitude is greater.

Could support that cuneiform tablets are our oldest and perhaps most closely related extant form of written words in a bound form, and so are closely related to what we call books now... But I'd say cave drawings are the oldest 'books' in the sense that they are collections of symbols intended to communicate, preserve and share information for later use.

Nicely put 3bob. I'd say illusions don't truly exist and thus have no origin. But, pushing my semantic self aside, if pressed, I'd say that the experience of them originate in our senses and our mind's subsequent interpretation of our senses via thoughts. Qualifier in that... I don't consider thoughts to be real either, so hence, no origin for me.

I'd say it's the one you love and play everyday.

and watch where the Huskies go... that ain't no snowcone.

this again

I park on the streets where we live and parking is very limited so I'm often parked several blocks away... I like the walk, especially early in the mornings before dawn, I'll stretch it out and enjoy the quiet and the songs of the early birds. One morning, while walking to my truck with my son, it went something like this: Son: Hey, the house is gone again. Me: What house? Son: (pointing between houses) there. Sometimes there's a house in between those houses and sometimes it's not, like now, it's not. Me: Between those houses? Are you sure? Maybe you're thinking of another block where it looks similar. Son: No, you park here all the time and I see it sometimes. Me: That is profoundly cool! I wonder how that could be... or who could live there. What kind of house is it? Son: ... I dunno, it's a house, but different. I can't explain it.