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You seem unfamiliar with the variety of buddhism which is out there. You may need to look closer. (Deepak is another story which is not involved with this forum)

call me... crocodile. the face of the second death. eater of hearts.

Hey there, mark... been to the Hardcore Zen site in a while?

earth tone suits you so give it a smile if i could hold your feet down get to know for awhile to make due is a promise hard to keep without help never taught to look in "i'm too concerned with my health" help me spread right, ash is cow fertilized come down in a feed town strength to minimize hold it in the meantime die in the meantime the meantime

Now I am so cold. Why hast thou forsaken me. My tears form rivers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJ8Q7pPdH-o Now Walk It Out Westside Walk It Out Southside Walk It Out Eastside Walk It Out Northside Walk It Out Walk It Out Like A Usher If You Say "Real Talk" I Probably Wont Trust Ya If You Wanna Go To War The Gun's My Pleasure Even Jesus Had 12 Disciples On The Lever Trigger, Whatever *pew* *pew* You Don't Want Naw Dega 3 Thou I'm Like Jury Duty You're New To This Part Of Town Your White Tee Well To Me, Looks Like A Nightgown Make Ya Mama Proud Take That Thing 2 Sizes Down Then You Look Like The Man That You Are Or What You Could Be I Could Give A Damn 'bout Your Car But Then That Would Be If It Was Considered A Classic Before The Drastic Change In Production When Cars Were Metal Instead Of Plastic Value Is What I'm Talkin About Take Two Of These And Walk It Out You Be The Reason They Talk It Out You Cant Be The King In The Parkin Lot Forever Not Sayin I'm The Best But Till They Find Somethin Better I Am Here, No Fear, Write Me A Letter 'till Then I Walk It Out I Westside Walk It O-O-Out Then Eastside Walk It O-O-Out I Walk It Out The Bank With Alot Of Zeros Thats What My Teachers Call Me Predictions Like They Cleo So I Did My Dance Form They Make Bout 40,000 I Do That In A Month I'm No Resorts And Islands I Make Them Walk It Out Yeah Its Me Again But I'm With Jones That Phat Stacks And Benjamin I Roll With Made Men That Breaks The Stage In And Keep The Girls Happy So Yall Can Get The Nappy Gangsta's They Do They Dance They Do It To My Song See I Was Up In Cali Crip Walkin It All Night Long Drop 20 On My Neck Got 10 On They Wrist A Billion Dolla Look A Million Dolla Kiss I'm Nation Wide Homie You Still At Home Homie With No Promotions On Me Man Thats Baloney Homie The Album Off In Stores Im Beatin Down Ya Block Now Goin Walk It Out And They Still On My Jock Now Walk It Out Westside Walk It Out, Southside Walk It Out, Eastside Walk It Out, Northside Walk It Out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4G2RlBKbrM We were talking about the space between us all And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion Never glimpse of truth then it's far too late when they pass away We were talking about the love we could all share when we find it To try our best to hold it there with our love With our love, we could save the world if they only knew Try to realize it's all within yourself no one else can make you change And to see you're really only very small and life flows on within you and without you We were talking about the love that's gone so cold and the people Who gain the world and lose their soul they don't know they cant see are you one of them? when you've seen beyond yourselves then you may find peace of mind is waiting there And the time will come when you see we're all one and life flows on within you and without you

Horus and Set cooperating to produce a Divine Working, typically rendered by archaeologists as the "unification of Egypt". Each figure has one foot on the top of the pelvic bone as they knot lotus and papyrus stalks around the spinal column at the location of the navel.

After witnessing his temper tantrum about the "racial slur" incident, I have no doubt he needs a focus for all of that "energy".

He's not bitter! Just tangy.

This is a hurdle to be dealt with. At some point you have to be able to practice for its own sake, and also sustain it with no expectations of reaching particular goals. Instead of using a means to reach an end, you eventually become the means which is the end. This is where you become fully committed, as opposed to just dabbling. You may be barking up the wrong tree here. There is a simplicity to the goodness of life which requires no support such as fantastical experiences. They can even become an avoidance of life as it is. If your senses were fully open to the moment, you would find meaning in every breath, every sensation. Its not particularly mystical, just a vibrant and visceral recognition of life. The meaning and purpose of life is growth and evolution. My suggestion is to persevere in your practice without expectation, which indeed can be difficult. If possible, attempt to make this your goal. Don't focus on the mystical stuff until it is an undeniable reality. Then you will be ready to work with it. It will begin with flashes, and strange happenings - but eventually it will be a constant stream. You will need a strong foundation so you don't get washed away.

Overpowering a worldview is very possible but it will have extremely similar effects whether it is drug-induced or not. It is much less likely to erase your skepticism and more likely to send it into a manic frenzy or cause you to block out/distort the experience. For some people, it is a necessary step - although I would say this is rather rare. Belief has nothing to do with it, in fact all beliefs tend to shatter rather quickly in the light of such experience - which will further destabilize your worldview. It is not a common path, and also can be quite difficult. Generally such people have no choice in the matter, they will be surrounded by omens and it is only a matter of time until spirit descends upon them. Purely blind faith will not aid you in a path of internal self-cultivation, but rather will cause all manner of blockages. Go forward with the simple stuff first, relaxing the body, stilling the mind, becoming aware of the current moment, etc. If you only practice in order to seek non-ordinary experiences it can very easily lead to a kind of "spiritual materialism" which is much worse than what you encountered in fundamentalist christianity.

the revolution will not be sanitized it will be commercialized transmogrified by a ZAP! from the ray gun administration in calculated incunabula extirpation crackpot germination from ambulatory masturbation, circulation of extant genetic materials and hazmat procedure crunchy captains chomping down Big Corn holes available for exploration and intercourse with mermaids on the dinner table breakfast nooks with common crooks untenable criminals forsook their chains drenched the walls with mass spermicide run out from underside of Hades drizzle chasing the trains from excised wounds ripped, stripped and dew drop dripped upside-down with grass ingrown setting fires and starlit mires ablaze unfazed in the haze of wrong ways right down the line and stopped on a dime, dropped spinning time spaceman spliffs trailing

btw - this one will be challenging for those with attention deficit disorder, or those who don't have enough free time A man of knowledge is one who has followed truthfully the hardships of learning, a man who has, without rushing or without faltering, gone as far as he can in unraveling the secrets of power and knowledge. To become a man of knowledge one must challenge and defeat the four natural enemies inside him. When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning. He slowly begins to learn--bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield. And thus he has stumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: Fear! A terrible enemy--treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling, waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest and he will never learn. He will never become a man of knowledge. He will perhaps be a bully, or a harmless, scared man; at any rate, he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings. It is not possible for a man to abandon himself to fear for years, then finally conquer it. If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. But if he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it. Therefore he must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task. When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy. It happens little by little, and yet the fear is vanquished suddenly and fast. Once a man has vanquished this kind of fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity--a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed. And thus he has encountered his second enemy: Clarity! That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds. It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge. Instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything. He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power. He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power! Power is the strongest of all enemies. And naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all, the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master. A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man, but he will never lose his clarity or his power. A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power. Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do. It is not possible, for instance, that a man who is defeated by power may see his error and mend his ways. Once a man gives in he is through. If, however, he is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it, his battle is still on. That means he is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself. He has to come to realize that the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check. He will know then when and how to use his power. And thus he will have defeated his third enemy. The man will be, by then, at the end of his journey of learning, and almost without warning he will come upon the last of his enemies: Old age! This enemy is the cruelest of all, the one he won't be able to defeat completely, but only fight away. This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind--a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he has an unyielding desire to rest. If he gives in totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothes himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. His desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power, and his knowledge. But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate though, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power, and knowledge is enough. - Castaneda

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ka5CDKG17j4 Like Marlon Brando, but bigger. You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River. This one I had, it stood right on up to me. Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy. This one I had, it turned bright like the sun, whirled around three times and departed with the dove. But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be. I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. One little nibble in thirteen years, I really pack 'em in. This one I had, I've seen it in dreams... All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams. Well I bring 'em on up, and then I pack 'em on in In all the places I've been. And I swear - it's never been like this before. Least not since 19 and 44. But today, I made a sick discovery... Lead box in Sassafras Cove. Well I bring 'em on up, and then I pack 'em on in oh yeh, I'm really cashing in. Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range. I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth. Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth. Everybody gotta make a living somehow... Do I hear a million? Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRoUpDON0_0 You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at the ring around your finger I have only come here seeking knowledge Things they would not teach me of in college I can see the destiny you sold turn into a shining band of gold And I'll be wrapped around your finger Mephistopheles is not your name I know what you're up to just the same I will listen hard to your tuition You will see it come to it's fruition And I'll be wrapped around your finger Devil on the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you'll never find me I will turn your face to alabaster When you find your servant is your master And you'll be wrapped around my finger

Thanks. Keep at it, opening perception to infinity doesn't happen overnight.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. - psalm 23

Like life itself, the song/video can be interpreted in a number of valid ways. I would advise you to be less concerned with investigating the isolated forms of a particular dimension, and more open to the multi-dimensional and seemingly paradoxical nature of existence itself. These things and situations are presented in this way so that people may discover what they resonate with, and therefore where they may be going without realizing it - the trajectory of their momentum, which is often an attempt at escaping their own essential nature. There are in fact many levels to discover, many, many levels. We are all students of this process, that never changes. I myself learn from the events which flow from my own hand, and which are truly "not mine" in essence. We may channel, and we may direct - but we do not "own".

Compassion is not a thought or opinion, or an external morality - it has infinite variety of manifestation. It is a natural force that flows between all things. If we are practitioners, we must realize that we are involved in a process which the ordinary person has not yet decided to undertake, and we must take responsibility for our decision because the process is not a trivial matter.