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Yeah--whats with the delayed reaction? I'm feeling it too...weird..

I recommend that you listen to the song, "Do You Realize?" by The Flaming Lips. You will not be disappointed. N- But, on the note of Taoist song of tomorrow, how about "Aqueous Transmission" by Incubus? Its a good one too.. Peace-

Okay, now what? I have a MAC, I got the original link to open with firefox (safari didn't like it), and I downloaded it, so... do I just wait for everything to start? Should I call? Ideas welcome...

You (Teddy) are comparing apples and oranges so to speak. This discussion will probably lead nowhere. Unless someone can provide proof that these practices were the cause of death of these people, and somehow provide evidence that links their death's to their respective energy practices, then you have no basis for your statements. Let me put it another way, man.. You have no way of knowing ho long they would die if they had not practiced these 'energy; systems or whatever you wish to call them. It can only be stated that their age at death is above or below some national average. But for all we know, they may have all died at age 30 without practicing their arts. Or perhaps they would all have lived to be 120 had they not practiced them. We (society) can find more subjective evidence of their quality of life though, from those who knew them. When its your time to go, its your time to go. Quick story--a true one. A guy tries to kill himself, so he puts the barrel of a 22 calibre in his mouth and pulls the trigger. The bullet lodges in the roof of hi mouth. He shoots a few more times, and gives up on that. Then he gets a knife, and slashes both his wrists. He passes out and falls face down, landing in his arms, and effectively stopping the bleeding. Someone finds him, and he winds up in the hospital. That really happened.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOphFl88U-g Watch that clip man. No one wants to die, but we ALL do. Why waste your life trying to extend it, avoiding anything that ma end it-only to end up with a boring life? If there are life extending practices, they would definitely include exercise, good food, stress reduction, and happiness. You cant fight genetics, or a plane crash. Live a life worth living, free of fear. Even the fear of death. At least have a life you enjoy. Moderation, I say. Thats my opinion.

Having only read the name of this post, let me say this: Dying is natural, so let people who are old, and will have no quality of life die with some measure of dignity. Adress the WHOLE person, not just their body. Many people don't take care of themselves, yet expect for medical professionals to perform miracles, making them better. Well, these people need to gain personal responsibility somehow. Carrot or stick, who decides? Do we force them to exercise and eat right? Or just stop taking care of people who don't take care of themselves? Then there's the insurance companies. Charging high rates, due to the high cost of care, which is due to 1-the fact that many many people don't pay for their care or have insurance, yet federal laws require care to be given. And 2-the fact that in the USA our medical infrastructure is driven by capitalism--which is great for the entrepreneurial spirit and thus problem solving, but bad whenever big pharma tries to patent the human genome and charge ridiculous amounts of money for their products. So, we need TCM to be integrated into our medical system, for its preventative and holistic care, and this may happen someday. Really, people in general need to do the right thing. But that is a choice, and you can't institute morality. So, I say, go back to natural ways more, or let nature take us back to it. Mother Earth will take care of it, as she always has. N-

Thats not what my friend says about it :-) She is having amazing results, and still in KAP 1. I look forward to the Equinox transmission..I have my alarm set. Thank you for any positivity you have already sent my way, I have certainly felt something several times, regardless of who directed it @ me. I look forward to starting KAP soon. Take care.

Just curious, what benefits can one see by standing for several hours?

"So many, that I can no longer see the point." Well typed! "over 9000?" You can't /b/e serious...

Well thank you kindly for the info, SereneBlue! EverytimeI read about KAP and the great stuff people say about it, it makes me happy and excited. I'm SO close to having the $$$. THe harder part will be waiting until a level one weekend class starts, as I'm in school all week. Thanks again! Nate~

Is this type of thing (The Tibetan 5 Rights) typical of energy cultivation and/or Kundalini wakening practices? I've been 'chomping at the bit' so to speak for some time now-waiting, and saving up to stat KAP classes. I've done standing meditation for a couple years, not very aggressively. What I learned is nothing like the Tibetan 5 rights, if that link is accurate. Serene Blue-- If you don't mind my asking, how much time per day/week do you practice the KAP stuff? From the results you describe in some threads (Kriyas, etc.) you seem to be getting some phenomenal results...way beyond anything I've ever gotten from standing the tree, etc. Thanks all! Nate-

Hello all, I would like to share some thoughts with you all. I assure you all that I am totally honest and truthful in these stories. But first, some lyrics from a song I like, in order to set the mood. "A man lies in his bed in a room with no door. He waits, hoping for a presence, something-anything-to enter. After spending half his life here he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared. He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing- so is he? When he was six, the moon overhead followed him. By nine, he had deciphered the illusion. Trading magic for fact-no trade backs. 'So this is what its like to be an adult'. If he only knew now, what he had known then. Okay, now then... I have told no more then three people this, ever, in my whole life. I don't even think I've told my wife about this, but I want to share it here. I swear on everything I love its the truth, Im not making this story up. I remember once, living in Locust street, I was maybe five or six. I couldn't have been very old because I was in kindergarten. I had a teacher, who seemed very nice to me, a very old woman then to such a young child, She was probably in her 60's or 70's. She once locked a boy in the closet to punish him. I remember him screaming, terrified. There was a woman who lived down the street a few houses, my mother used to take me to her house once in a while. She had so many colorful antique bottles in her house, and long green shag carpet. My friend Stevie-a girl- lived across the street. I remember one year, my mom brought me to see her on halloween. I can't remember who I was dressed as, but She was dressed as Madonna-the musician. Key feature of her costume being a mole. She moved away soon after, and Eli and his mother moved in. Eli was a couple years older than me (I must have been no older then five, now that I think about it.) Eli used such dirty words; we would be playing with our (my) Transformers and GI Joe's and such-one of my favorite things to do--and Eli would have one of the toys on top of the other, with its legs spread, screaming-'You fucking bitch! You're gonna do what I fuckin say! Give me head you filthy whore!"... I didn't understand then why he played that way, or why he cussed so much. He was always doing things that he shouldn't-smoking, starting fires, and so on. Eli dated a girl (at that age when having a girlfriend meant that you might at most kiss her on the cheek and hold hands. It was more innocent at that time. Eli briefly went steady with this girl, and then it ended when she broke up with him. She was best friends with my friend Amber, who also lived across the street. Her name was Kelly. I remember, in all honesty, the first time I saw her, it was love at first sight-for me. Some people-most people maybe-don't have a clue about love at first site, or they think its a myth. I mean to tell you, that even though I was maybe six or seven, I was in love with this girl, at first site of her. It was so exhilarating-it would be worth dying right now to live one day in that feeling. How it mast have hurt Eli's feelings when I started 'going out' with Kelly. My mother, no doubt hearing me talk about Kelly all the time, arranged for me to go on my first date-with Kelly--It was 1989, so I was 7. I know this, because we saw 'National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation'. Predictably, Eli has been in and out of prison and other trouble for some time now. I wish he could be released from the prison of his memories. I have a vivid memory of how when I was that age, I played in the snow in jeans and a sweat shirt. Actually sitting down in the snow and making shapes in it. My hands, legs feet, crotch all soaked from sitting in the snow. I wasn't even shivering. I just played in the snow, having fun, until eventually I got bored and went inside. I think I'd nearly die of I did that now. Oddly, I've had the feeling for a very long time that I would die at or before age 30. I'm 27 now, and if I keep progressing with my consciousness the way I have been recently, I think that I just might. As in, my ego. It wasn't until about 3-4 years ago that I realized that I will be 30 in the year 2012. How comical, given the beliefs around that date. I've told my mother about my 'death' for many years, though not recently. I remember watching a documentary on TV about men in Tibet who sing with this sort of double voice; it sounds as if two different people are chanting about 1 octave apart when they do it. After watching the show, I practiced a few minutes and I was able to do it too. I'm told this was a pretty special ability, vocally. Especially for a little kid. Anyway, on to the point of this post: I was lying in bed about this age, living in the same house, and I had, for lack of a better phrase, an experience. Lying on my bed, which was covered in toys, I became paralyzed. A red skinned devil appeared at the foot of my bed, looking much like 'Darkness' from the movie, 'The Labyrinth'. I was paralyzed, and more afraid than I have ever been. This devil produced a cane pole, or reed pole, about 3-4 feet long. Being paralyzed, I couldn't stop him when he connected one end to his penis, and the other end to my penis. It felt so bad, yet so good; I had an orgasm. soon after, this Devil, smiling an evil, psychotic smile, disappeared. Vanished, really. I felt a female voice warm me against sexual depravity, as if I would miss out on spiritual advancement if I indulged in sex: it would distract me from the path. An instance later, I was able to move again, and this devil was gone, although EVERYTHING in the room was exactly as it had been in the 'dream', if that's what it was. Another time, I had gone to Kelly's house to see if she could come play. I had become sort of friends with her and her sisters. While playing with her sisters in their back yard, I got this strange feeling, and everything in my vision-especially around my head-had this golden glow to it. I had a sort of devious, or maybe mischievous smile on my face and was bathed in this golden glow. I don't think it was perceptible to anyone but me. I don't know what the hell this might mean, the Devil experience, or anything else, but I just had to post it here, in hopes that someone will have information in the meaning of these experiences. I don't have much knowledge about the Occult, or symbolic meaning, but I have no doubt that these experiences mean something very significant. I just don't know what. Take care, and thanks for reading! Nate

By the way--do you think its possible, or likely, that those Tibetan men allowed themselves to be video taped so that someone like me could watch them on TV, and receive a personal communication of sorts when the show aired? Maybe they allowed themselves to be taped so that they could look into the camera and send a message to any children watching, or those who are less programmed than adults usually are--the message being just the spreading of an awareness of spirit? I ask because not long ago I had a very vivid dream in which a Tibetan man performed superhuman 'light body skills'. N-

Hello all, I would like to share some thoughts with you all. I assure you all that I am totally honest and truthful in these stories. But first, some lyrics from a song I like, in order to set the mood. "A man lies in his bed in a room with no door. He waits, hoping for a presence, something-anything-to enter. After spending half his life here he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared. He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing- so is he? When he was six, the moon overhead followed him. By nine, he had deciphered the illusion. Trading magic for fact-no trade backs. 'So this is what its like to be an adult'. If he only knew now, what he had known then. Okay, now then... I have told no more then three people this, ever, in my whole life. I don't even think I've told my wife about this, but I want to share it here. I swear on everything I love its the truth, Im not making this story up. I remember once, living in Locust street, I was maybe five or six. I couldn't have been very old because I was in kindergarten. I had a teacher, who seemed very nice to me, a very old woman then to such a young child, She was probably in her 60's or 70's. She once locked a boy in the closet to punish him. I remember him screaming, terrified. There was a woman who lived down the street a few houses, my mother used to take me to her house once in a while. She had so many colorful antique bottles in her house, and long green shag carpet. My friend Stevie-a girl- lived across the street. I remember one year, my mom brought me to see her on halloween-I can't remember who I was ressed as, but She was dressed as Madonna-the musician. Key feature of her costume being a mole. She moved away soon after, and Eli and his mother moved in. Eli was a couple years older than me (I must have been no older then five, now that I think about it.) Eli used such dirty words; we would be playing with our (my) Transformers and GI Joe's and such-one of my favorite things to do--and Eli would have one of the toys on top of the other, with its legs spread, screaming-'You fucking bitch! You're gonna do what I fuckin say! Give me head you filthy whore!"... I didn't understand then why he played that way, or why he cussed so much. He was always doing things that he shouldn't-smoking, starting fires, and so on. Eli dated a girl (at that age when having a girlfriend meant that you might at most kiss her on the cheek and hold hands. It was more innocent at that time. Eli briefly went steady with this girl, and then it ended when she broke up with him. She was best friends with my friend Amber, who also lived across the street. Her name was Kelly. I remember, in all honesty, the first time I saw her, it was love at first sight-for me. Some people-most people maybe-don't have a clue about love at first site, or they think its a myth. I mean to tell you, that even though I was maybe six or seven, I was in love with this girl, at first site of her. It was so exhilarating-it would be worth dying right now to live one day in that feeling. How it mast have hurt Eli's feelings when I started 'going out' with Kelly. My mother, no doubt hearing me talk about Kelly all the time, arranged for me to go on my first date-with Kelly--It was 1989, so I was 7. I know this, because we saw 'National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation'. Predictably, Eli has been in and out of prison and other trouble for some time now. I wish he could be released from the prison of his memories. I have a vivid memory of how when I was that age, I played in the snow in jeans and a sweat shirt. Actually sitting down in the snow and making shapes in it. My hands, legs feet, crotch all soaked from sitting in the snow. I wasn't even shivering. I just played in the snow, having fun, until eventually I got bored and went inside. I think I'd nearly die of I did that now. Oddly, I've had the feeling for a very long time that I would die at or before age 30. I'm 27 now, and if I keep progressing with my consciousness the way I have been recently, I think that I just might. As in, my ego. It wasn't until about 3-4 years ago that I realized that I will be 30 in the year 2012. How comical, given the beliefs around that date. I've told my mother about my 'death' for many years, though not recently. I remember watching a documentary on TV about men in Tibet who sing with this sort of double voice; it sounds as if two different people are chanting about 1 octave apart when they do it. After watching the show, I practiced a few minutes and I was able to do it too. I'm told this was a pretty special ability, vocally. Especially for a little kid. Anyway, on to the point of this post: I was lying in bed about this age, living in the same house, and I had, for lack of a better phrase, an experience. Lying on my bed, which was covered in toys, I became paralyzed. A red skinned devil appeared at the foot of my bed, looking much like 'Darkness' from the movie, 'The Labyrinth'. I was paralyzed, and more afraid than I have ever been. This devil produced a cane pole, or reed pole, about 3-4 feet long. Being paralyzed, I couldn't stop him when he connected one end to his penis, and the other end to my penis. It felt so bad, yet so good; I had an orgasm. soon after, this Devil, smiling an evil, psychotic smile, disappeared. Vanished, really. I felt a female voice warm me against sexual depravity, as if I would miss out on spiritual advancement if I indulged in sex: it would distract me from the path. An instance later, I was able to move again, and this devil was gone, although EVERYTHING in the room was exactly as it had been in the 'dream', if that's what it was. Another time, I had gone to Kelly's house to see if she could come play. I had become sort of friends with her and her sisters. While playing with her sisters in their back yard, I got this strange feeling, and everything in my vision-especially around my head-had this golden glow to it. I had a sort of devious, or maybe mischievous smile on my face and was bathed in this golden glow. I don't think it was perceptible to anyone but me. I don't know what the hell this might mean, the Devil experience, or anything else, but I just had to post it here, in hopes that someone will have information in the meaning of these experiences. I don't have much knowledge about the Occult, or symbolic meaning, but I have no doubt that these experiences mean something very significant. I just don't know what. Take care, and thanks for reading! Nate

The clitoris is the analogous structure to the male penis--both are erectile tissues. In fact, women who are body builders, that take androgen (male) hormones over time will experience a permanent enlargement of the clitoris. It can even look like a rather small penis eventually. The Vocal chords and the clitoris are both responsive to androgen hormones (testosterone), and once exposed to higher levels of it, they change, never to go back. Female to male transexuals get a deeper voice, (IIRC), and male to female transexuals have to 'fake' their higher, more feminine voice. FYI.

Here are some selected quotes from your post that I feel you should think about. I always had supposed I was depressed, and in fact the only thing I haven't tried was consciously feeding my depression. and I always had supposed I was depressed, and in fact the only thing I haven't tried was consciously feeding my depression. Then you said-- ...and I decided then to sink deeper into my depression by affirming to myself all the bad things that were true in my life. but I always thought there was something underlying that was keeping me from getting to where I wanted to go. You are IT man, you are the boss of you. I am the boss of me. How many times have you thought the above statement? More than 13, I suspect. Hopefully, someone can see the basic underlying problems between the lines of what my attitude is normally like, and recommend some program or some advice to fix that, or the direct problems themselves. SOMEONE.... other than yourself? Until then, I will be indulging my depression, because: And that is your choice, which you freely excercise. And if you do it often enough, for enough times, it becomes...can you guess what I'm about to say, again?...it becomes a habit, a behavior, ands series of memories that reinforce the habit/behavior. -The only feelings I can really make last are the ones that are bad. an absolute statement, which is based on subjective experience. Fact tend to be absolute, emotions do not. -Any good feelings either that I make or get from myself or other situations/people are always short lived (while what caused it is still going on, sometimes not even that long), and never last Lots of absolute statements in bold, and a hint of accepting personal responsibility in italics.. This is why I think that the only "real" part to myself is the depressed, sad part of me. An absolute statement again, and a false one at that! I think this side of myself is always persistent and successful in showing itself, regardless of how much I try and cover it up by changing my attitudes, beliefs, or actions. It's your choice to think these things. If you think them long enough, you will believe them. It doesn't take long. When I'm not trying to change my state, I live in a state of mediocrity. Hmmm... mediocrity according to who? You? or according to your perception and/or statements of what mediocrity is to some other people? -I cannot motivate myself to accomplish any of my goals or do anything I want that requires any sort of uncomfortable situation to be faced (i.e. meeting a girl, or making a friend). Yes, you can, and in fact, you are the only person who can do so with any great affect. What seems to bother you is very common. Accept and acknowledge the discomfort, dont dwell on it, allow it to exist and move through it. It gets easier as you go, but if you genuinely dont want to head in a direction, but convince yourself that you do, you aren't helping yourself at all. -All my conversations are peppered with awkward pauses. Sounds like you have a hard time connecting with people and picking up on their non verbal communication (and thus, their feelings ) Maybe its because instead of listening to your own feelings and subconscious ques, you plaster your own feelings with what you think you should be feeling, or doing, etc.. -I cannot remember what people have told me in conversation. Of course you cant!!! The chatter in your mind must be deafening dude! I think because of all these things, I don't deserve anything good to happen to me. I am sure that you will cause your 'think'ing to materialize and come true. And you'll probably still ACT supprised and confused with yourself when it REPEATEDLY (one might say habitually?) happens. Unless you have a chemical imbalance and require psych meds to put your shoes on and talk to others, etcc... Then I suggest you either SHIT, or GET OFF THE POT, literally. I've spent nearly a decade of my life 'sitting on the pot', trying to take the easy way out, staying in my comfort zone, trying to live my life by other peoples expectations (or what I 'think'-or convince myself- are other peoples expectations), and let me tell you brother, IT SUCKS. And life is short, you only get one chance, so girdle up your fucking loins and do it RIGHT!! RIGHT for YOU! with love, Nate. PS--I mean to help with all this. If it offends you, too bad dude--you asked for advice/help, and I've given you the best advice I can.

You are your memories, and your behavior is largely a result of you past experiences, successes and failures. It takes repeating something 13 times to make it a habit. You are the only person who can change your situation--YOU. NO ONE ELSE. People other than yourself can point you in the right direction. Choose, do, lather, rinse, repeat. (need I say at least 13 times?) Bird of a feather really do flock together, and misery really does love company. Music effects your mood. Mood is a part of behavior. So is emotion. What mood or emotion is being expressed by the music you listen to? Oh yeah--happiness and success are also parts of behavior. Success is a learned behavior. You may just have never been challenged. I have floated through life years at a time because I wasn't challenged. I get bored easily. Maybe you are trying to meet up with everyone's expectations but you own. People often believe lies, and eventually we start to believe what we are told repeatedly, whether we are told them verbally, or through body posture, attitudes, and other often subconscious ques. Advertising uses this to its advantage, and so can you. When we are children, we begin to loose our ability to sense the truth though other peoples body posture, feelings, emotions, etc.. whenever we are told things by adults that don't add up to what we feel is the truth. For example, Santa Clause (yeah, he's not real), the easter bunny, the tooth fairy, "...mommy and daddy aren't fighting..." she said with tears in her eyes, and so on. I hope you meditate on these things, and use them well. Look for any books by Eric Burne, specifically 'transaction analysis'.

Not sure if you're into downloading torrents, but there are plenty of instructional videos on the Ba Duan Jin online. PM me if you're interested. By the way-sorry to pry, but is that a pic of you, Serene Blue?

None on that list: 1. Clean air 2. Good food 3. Pure water 4. No mountains 5. Too many modern distractions So True!! I did vote anyway though..

I'm not picking sides with any person or organization, I just noticed a few things that are incorrect and I'm adressing them. In the spirit of peace! Dreamingawake- baxter (the vaccine manufacturer) is an entirely corrupt company which knowingly sells deadly products (heparin for instance). --What makes you say that Heparin is deadly? Heparin is produced naturally in the body. So, it isn't any more 'deadly' than acetylcholine, or serotonin. There is however, this- http://notes.kateva.org/2008/02/heparin-pr...raping-pig.html Which does showcase Baxter in a negative light. ~jk~ Our body does not manufacture enzymes. ---Yes, it most certainly does, and this is an unquestionable, scientifically verifiable fact.

I would agree, see or contact a reputable TCM doc. If you manage to find one that does chi gung thats even better. Coffee is very Yang dispersing-and you do definitely have heat signs-whether they are excess heat or deficient heat IDK. And the palms being involved is very relative too. Maybe you are overdoing it? Better safe than sorry. Best of luck- N-

Findley-- Regardless of whether or not you are moved in anyway by this, I would like to say-thank you for your apology, and thank you even more for your explanation. I think I understand a bit. Thinking about it, its clear that we (myself and probably all other humans) are quick to behave in a scripted way based on how WE think an 'enlightened' person should behave--in the same way that many people act in a specific, insincere way during job interviews. There's the tendency to act all proper, to spell perfectly and use big word, when really, its not the way we behave when we are pissed off, or when we are jerking it in private, etc. _Oh wait--we Tao Bums dont 'whack it'.... well, SOME of us don't... and thinking about that, it seems like the ego is still in charge in such cases of false behavior... even though we think it isn't. I'd like to offer you this--Jack Nicholson (the actor) said-in a interview-that he always tried to remember what we really are. He told a story of a guy who was forced to incinerate Jewish people during the holocaust. The guy said that no matter how they went in, it was always the same. Children on the bottom, then women, then men. The fire came from below, and the strongest always would up on top when the heat was cranked up. So, Findley, I respect your choice of behavior, and the way you choose to pursue enlightenment. This ego we have is here for a reason--it evolved to ensure our survival, and its silly to just deny it. Maybe, I speculate, there is a way to eventually let it go. I would like to suggest that you consider being reasonably polite and asking advice from the Chinese master you plan on visiting soon. If he is a fraud, or lacking in cultivation of the Tao, you will probably be able to tell without risking your safety. If you get locked up, or injured, it could be a barrier to cultivation. You may well find something like volunteering for community service interesting--it will teach you about humanity. I'd be perfectly happy to communicate with you more, and ask your advice on good books/translations, if you are willing. Genuinely hoping you progress toward your goals-- Nate BTW Findley, I apologize for my negativity in your direction in other posts. On the marijuana post, I was pretty much just joking. And honestly man, I commend your efforts, and think you bring a useful perspective to TTB--now that I know more about where you are coming from.

Being pressed for time and having only read your first post, I have this to offer you. You are your memories. Your behavior will be shaped by past experiences. It takes most people 13 times for something to become a habit. Put those two statements together, and you can see that to best shape yourself, you have to habitually have positive, healthy experiences. It only takes 13 times on average man!! then you are on the way to a whole new you! But you didn't get the way you are now overnight, and so it will be with change. Positive, rewarding experience means positive, rewarding memories. Memories shape behavior. Behavior is largely who you are. Surround yourself with the positive, eliminate or minimize the negative. For some GREAT reading, for real introspection, and some answers, read books by Erik Burne (spelling?) He write about transaction analysis. Remember that phrase, and look for ebooks on torrent sites. Good luck.

Thank you.