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Hey Manitou, its a big wide world out there with hands and healing etc. Pretty much whatever you can think up, you can do. Its as much about reaching the person as it is about technique, energy transmission, or manipulation of subtle bodies IMO. It takes many years of training, personal development, discernment and skill development to know what you are feeling, and many again to ascertain what approach is suitable & what results you can expect. Yet as you are experiencing already, you can get straight into it & go with the flow which is as valid as any approach. You could write a long list here of types of healing ranging from Reiki to chakra balancing to Cranio-sacral work, shamanic healing etc etc. I started off having a Kundalini surge in my mid 20's, and did some awesome energy work as a result of that, moved through different modalities of bodywork like the very inspirational myofascial release, and now have worked in Osteopathy for the last 10 years. My interest lies in the physiological interface of all things that makes us human, whether that is physiological strain, stored somato-emotional patterns, electromagnetic/energetic fields, the motility and vitality of the body's internal organs and tissues, the flux & flow of cerebral spinal fluid, strain patterns within the bones as a result of birth trauma, or just a plain old sprained ankle. The body is amazing, it reflects all that we are and I wonder just HOW much my mentors can feel with their hands after 30 years on the job. I have non experience in Eastern arts, but there is a long history of this in their culture & history. I have had some amazing sessions with people that have been real eye openers. Likewise I struggle with shifting simple stuff sometimes. Having done lots of training and having it as second nature, I play around a lot with mindsets now. I approach people with no agenda and start a general conversation with their body with my hands. The body tells a story, I go, hmm, that's interesting, can we explore that a bit more, and the conversation continues, goes deeper, or just moves as it will. At times I need my clinical head on to solve conundrums, and rationalise lots as I approach the body with a gameplan. But wherever you are at with this sort of stuff, I think its good to realise that your perception and projection accounts for a lot. Its good to say "be an empty vessel", but that is not always possible, and having agendas has its place too, as does being genuinely human and authentic in yourself, rather than being empty. Being open-minded, kindly supportive & explorative, lightly empathetic & non judgemental are all ways to include the mind while minimising interference. The energy/information you project &/or receive will be a product of this. It a lot to try & summarise without being overly general, and giving you something that sounds like a response to your actual question. It is a vast and wonderful field. Lots to discover, lots of diversity amongst it. Hope that's not too vague.
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Hi all, I am not versed in Buddhist philosophy and would like to ask for some insight into the concept of impermanence. In my experiences with people, they have used the concept of impermanence to not grasp onto things, and to remain an observer. In my mind however, I would imagine the concept of impermanence as being a state of constant change, flux & flow, where impermanence is the change, but the theme behind it is everlasting continuity. For example, a mountain might seem permanent to a human who has grown from a child to an elder in its presence, yet, to the mountain, it has spent eons changing slowly. A rivulet of water slowly wearing a groove in the surface, a tiny bit of the mountain carried downstream becomes soil in which a tree extracts the mineral contents of the mountain, and that part of the mountain then becomes part of the tree, the tree fruits, a bird ingests & assimilates the fruit & therefore that part of the mountain, the bird reproduces, dies & turns into soil & so on. The mountain has now become larger than it was. The same can be observed perhaps in thought. One thought can be gone in a moment, yet another may take seed and flourish, changing the world and how we think about things, for example philosophical constructs & traditions. I would love to hear more about the relationship between impermanence & continuity if you have any thoughts to share. Thanks.
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IMO, no, because not even the Christians (nor any other religion) can agree with each other, hence the different denominations. Bring on diversity.
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Insights into Christianity from Contemporary Art & Culture
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There say there are two types of people in this world. Those who love musicals, and those that dont. I am one of the former. I would like to present for discussion the funky-ass 70's musical Jesus Christ Superstar. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_Christ_Superstar_(film) Shot on location in Israel, with the desolate landcape & ruins used as the film set, the characters arrive on a rusty bus wearing denim flares & beaded necklaces of the (70's) period. The apostle Judas represents the rational mouthpiece of Jesus and the disciples' circumstances, caring for the implications of their movement, and the possible impacts upon Jesus whom he loves, and upon Roman occupied Israel itself. His character brings into question topical issues like the man vs the message, a man vs a god, and the direction of their movement. Thus a power struggle ensues between the two protagonists, setting the stage for a very human portrayal of each characters perspectives, & their personal concerns including Jesus's discomfort of an agenda-based elevation, and his own struggles within his personal journey. Here's a few clips from the movie: Judas setting the scene for the movie - the opening song (Too Much) Heaven on their Minds. http://youtu.be/dDzxn66W3uM The Disciples - Ecstatic (What's the Buzz would have been more suitable, but couldnt find a good version) http://youtu.be/OtpmZIdyRRM Jesus's doubt - no transfiguration. Love to hear some constructive comments here. Next installment: Martin Scorcese's "The Last Temptation of Christ" -
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Hey WillingToListen, chin up mate, this will pass. Flolfolil & Northern Avid Judo Ant, you might try offering a fellow Bum a hand and ask him what troubles him so much that he would be in suicide ideation, and see if there is anything you may do to or say to lift his spirits before jumping in and saying you support his "decision", don’t you think? For what it is worth, I will share my experiences of death and suicide from my journey with you, if it is pertinent. I am not anything but an average guy, no Master here. I get up out of bed grumpy and have bad breath until I brush my teeth & freshen up. I hope you may gain a bit of insight from me, if that’s not the case, just know I am wishing you well to get through this hard time. I have lost two friends to suicide. Both were due to the effects of various drugs and the destabilising effect they had on their lives. I have an extended family member who put a shotgun in his mouth and blew half his face off, lived, mended his life, got married, had a few wonderful children. The first guy had a family already. The second didn’t get to experience that. The third was a testament that no matter how dark things get, there can be a future you may not have been able to envisage while suffering. I have previously shared my own experiences with facing my own perceived death via precognition with you. What I didn’t share was what came out of that experience. As I surrendered myself fully to my perceived fate, my perception shifted to allow me into a deeper state of awareness of the world around me. Life’s preoccupations fell by the wayside, and I started witnessing things of immense beauty. Personally, I was grief stricken and withdrawn, but I started noticing the magnificence of how the sun reflected & shimmered off each & every leaf on every tree, they each had their own radiance, life-force and vibration. Each of them could talk to me, & I to them. The trees themselves hummed with energy and intelligence. I felt like I was living in a magical musical, to be humorous about it, but no one else was aware that each living thing was singing. It filled me. It was joyous. I was not connecting to them from my world, I was living in their world now. I will talk more in person about this if you care to. The end of the story was that I bargained my way out of that predicament. I wanted to live, I pleaded my case, and things changed for the better for me. I married a radiant woman, though we are now separated. She is a well accomplished yogi & shaman, respected by a lot of respectable people. She earnt her power from facing death and trauma, taking up responsibility, from softening & strengthening her heart, and coming out the other side of her experiences of facing death with compassion for herself and for others. She is mostly thoughtful, calm, open & receptive, but she also has the energy of a dragonslayer. She is very motivated in social justice issues and uses that energy to defend women who need it. She has a history of being the subject of violence, and has had ideations of suicide since she was 16, and had to come to terms with their relevance to her. It has been hard for her not to act on them at times, and thus she has had to suffer them, and learn detachment to then witness them from an emotional distance, in order to gain insight & understanding. What is necessary for her to remain grounded, is to be interested in other people and their plights, have close meaningful friendships, to be engaged and active in the community at the level she wishes to contribute towards, and to have a supportive environment around her. They are a simple check list of what contributes to mostly everybody’s sense of wellbeing. Nothing extravagant, just simple & effective. She also needs a sense of duty and purpose, challenges, and accomplishment which lead to her own sense of fulfilment. Again, nothing groundbreaking. These are the basics that seem relevent to you, and right now you are going through a turbulent and transformative period in your life. My thoughts are with you. Do your best to address these with short term goals for the moment, practice patience, and develop a commitment to journeying to better times, and longer term goals as your direction gets re-established. May I suggest you write down some points on a few of these areas that you would like to make ground on, and start developing a strategy. Again, I say if this doesn’t resonate with you, take it all with a pinch of salt ok.
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`Does Racism/Sexism/Homophobia constitute a Personal Attack`
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Liminal_luke, your previous point (3) had me rolling around the floor in stitches!- 158 replies
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This is the new 2012 adaptation of Jesus Christ Superstar, featuring poilce riots, a captured Jesus in Guantanamo Bay prisoners clothing, theatrical evangelic TV sermons, and characters in corporate business suits. -
Has the trauma of circumcism ever popped up for any cultivators to heal during their practice? Has anyone sought to heal this by an act of intent? My personal feelings are that it should be renamed to male genital mutilation, as it is known when practiced on the female anatomy. The Wikipedia oracle states it's earliest recording was in ancient Egypt, so please, no anti semitism here. http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_male_circumcision#section_3 Would love to hear your thoughts.
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Yawn. Again, your insistance not only misses the point, but to me seems a demonstration of self importance. This thread is about interpersonal ethics, and you aren't displaying much of that in my view. The topic, again, is about homophobic content between members of TTB, with no relation to the Massai, the Bushmen, or the Bantu. Just between us, here, now, on TTB. Most other contibuting members of this thread have bowed out, possibly due to being bored about your hijack about Bushmen. I might go join them.- 158 replies
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Yawn. Your insistance not only misses the point, but to me seems a demonstration of self importance. This thread is about interpersonal ethics, and you aren't displaying much of that in my view.- 158 replies
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No mate, homophobic content between members of TTB, with no relation to the Massai, the Bushmen, or the Bantu. Just between us, here, now, on TTB.- 158 replies
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Point made and interesting journey to get there too. This thread is about homophobia though, not dissecting homosexuality.- 158 replies
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And how does this relate to the topic PFL. You have successfully completed the thread hijack of the century. Completely disrespectful. Thumbs down to you.- 158 replies
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How do you feel about tattoos of occult symbols?
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My ex had an Ohm hand-tattood onto the back of her neck. She was a yoga devotee, so it is pretty significant to her as well. She has said that it is also a seal of sorts to her for spiritual protection. I, like Cat Pillar above, have never gotten one, otherwise I would have a full sleeve of Metallica's 1989 album ...And Justice For All on my left arm, and a Bar Code on my right wrist, a full length snake rising up my spine with chakra symbols, and the Egyptian Weighing of the Heart ceremony on my left chest. If these had of been done impulsively, as I tend to be, I would have regretted them all, especially Metallica, since I ditched them for Bob Dylan! -
Taoist methods for turning shen into jing
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This makes great sense to me. Much attention is paid to sublimating forces & ascending energies as far as I am aware of in the circles I have moved in before investigating TTB, and being a kundalini survivor, this notion of reverse direction pathways is very appealing. I find this soothing and grounding. I have another connection to make. In grounding higher energies, especially from reading thedaoiseasy's posts, I really get the notion about being real, & living the Tao through virtues, not just through cultivation. Could the idea off turning shen to jing be the same as grounding ones sexual energy through incorporating spiritual aspects into ones sexuality? -
I just added a few whale photos to the above post for size reference. WTL, I would love to hear more about your interaction with birds too. That's so cool that they followed you. Sounds a bit like the Pied Piper.
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This is a sexist parody into the minds of two men, and the art of love. "If every soldier in the world put down his weopon and picked up a woman, what a peaceful world this world would be" - Flight of the Concords. I havent read anything else here, so hope I am not out of place contributing.......
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As long as they cant smell your breath, you should be fine to continue I would imagine
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WTL, I sit on the deck evry morning & evening to watch the birds. My 4 yr old daughter is in the process of getting clued up on wihch is which, how to identify them, and we sit there imitating birds between us. Its awesome.
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Awesome sinancencer, no need to stop there either. Trees, rocks, rivers, streams, mountains. Have a go at everything, see who talks back
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Squirrells? Hell yeah! We only have their bigger cousins the possums down under. But I love my birds too. Awesome creatures they are. Here is a heart wrenching piece I hammed up for my friends on facebook. I was being corny, but this is a true story, for what it is worth LOL. A Creepy Tale of Ill Fated Love It was the summer of the year 2000. I found myself a single man as the result of a religious experience that had me turn to Christianity for answers, and one of the most beautiful creatures God had put on this Earth decided to turn to her High School sweetheart for comfort, as a platonic relationship that I had downgraded to seemed less appealing than the one which saw her violently beat up unrecognisable by the sport made super hero that her previous love interest offered. In his heart wrenching appeal to her, he told her as often as he nervously put a needle into his arm that he loved her, and he was shooting up as one would chain smoke his way through a packet of cigarettes. Unfortunately it seemed convincing enough for her. But this is a side story & not the love I speak of. 3 years had passed since then and I had moved into a new town, made new friends, and become widely known and widely loved. The universe seemed like it was on my side & opening up to me with chances and possibilities. I felt like I had re-established myself, reconnected with the diversity and experience life had to offer me. One particular night, a Friday as I recall, I had excitedly been waiting on a call from one of my friends, anxious to get out and see a band with a crew I revered, and live music that got my spirit dancing. As the evening grew on, the excitement dwindled, and dressed for the occasion, when the call came to say that the plans had fallen through, I found myself alone, disheartened but not quite deflated. It was a small house I was living in, the thin fibro walls were not enough insulation to make one’s self feel isolated from the elements outside, but somewhat part of them while having the shelter that this dwelling permitted. I made my way from the phone back into my bedroom, sat flaccidly back on the bed & looked up at the spider that had made its home in a thin woven web around the cord that hung down from the centre of my ceiling, with an old school incandescent globe attached to the end for a bedroom light. It had been 6 months since I had moved into this house, and while the outside had made its way inside with the many of these robust looking black house spiders living amongst the window frames of this bush shack, I had decided early in the piece that this one in my room posed little threat to me, and that he or she was welcome as long as there was a mutual respect amongst us, that I had my domain in this room and he or she had theirs, never the twain to meet. Till this day, the spider had not moved a fraction of a millimetre while in my sight for the whole 6 months. For the sake of the story, I shall refer to the spider in question as a she. As I reclined back on my bed, for the first time I addressed this spider directly and said, “Well, it looks like it’s just you & me tonight”. I picked up my 6 string acoustic guitar that had been given to me by an extremely generous cousin, and took it upon myself to strum this spider a tune, not a tune of any sort that I had known, but a tune inspired by & for the spider on my roof. Lo, behold, the spider responded by moving. I sensed some appreciative audience feedback, and responded in my own way, musically, back to the spider. The night grew on. Hours passed & the spider had found itself quite comfortable in my presence and was freely moving by now, perhaps even able to be interpreted as dancing. I felt I had made a true friend by the time I admitted to myself that I was actually tired, and that I needed some sleep. In the coming months, I had become quite fond of this black house spider. I woke up each morning to greet her, and we got about our business each day, relishing in each other’s company as most great friends would do. Spring had turned to summer, and the weather had gotten hot. Once again, this house had offered little refrain from the elements apart from some summer shade & shelter from the rain. On a sweaty Sunday in December, I was serendipitously tidying my room, and was aware of the buzzing of a blow fly at my fly-screened bedroom window. I have a respect for all creatures of the Earth, and care not to kill a single creature if I can find a better alternative. I have had a large number of successes with simply asking blow flys to leave via the door they entered, without anger or judgement towards them. Not so with house flys, as I imagine they think they belong in houses, hence their given name. But yes, a great deal of success by respectfully asking blow flys to leave. On this Sunday, I was about to ask this blow fly to leave, when to my dismay, I saw my friend the spider anxiously and eagerly edging toward the front of her web closest to the window, squatting as if there may be springs in her legs. It suddenly occurred to me, I had been here now a whole year, and never even seen a single meal caught in my dear spider’s web, never seen her eat an actual meal. I was wearing no shirt, and feeling the friction & awkward stickiness between my body & the insides of my arms as I looked back & forth between the space amidst the spider & the fly screen bound fly. I had this foolish, immature idea that I might intervene in this set of affairs for the better of all involved, but alas, I am naive, young at heart, and full of notions that I may be some man of bigger virtue than I could foresee of myself at this time. I asked the blow fly, humbly in my usual pattern of address, “my friend, there is a place on this planet for all creatures great & small, that we all serve a greater purpose than what we could be aware of. I ask of you today an enormous ask, that given your position in the food chain, in the divine cycle of the scheme of life’s circumstance, that, would you by any given motive, give of your own life today so that another may live?” The blow fly responded distinctly, albeit in my intuition “No. I am busy”. I was unsatisfied by this response, it didn’t match my great idea, nor my selfless notion of selflessness, and my own great role in the greater good of this situation. I instantly turned to the spider and asked “My friend, can I secure you a meal?” The spider responded, “No, but thanks. Now out of the way, & be quiet”. I was likewise unsatisfied with this response. I wished that things were different in this stifling heat. I was uncomfortable, overly sympathetic, and I couldn’t restrain my bleeding heart & my love for my new eight legged friend who, over time, had repeatedly proven to be there in my most lonesome & deepest moments when no-one else was available for me. She had, unwittingly, become a constant in my life. Nor could I refrain myself from repeatedly asking each one of these good creatures in my room the same question in the light & hope that I may be serving the greater good toward humanity, whatever the bloody heck that may mean. I got the same response from each of them on each occasion of asking, “Back off” & “I’ve got it covered”. Fuck them I thought, so I turned my back to head out of the room in angst & frustration. As soon as I had taken my first step towards the door, in synch with something I did not know, I turned & spun my gaze to the window & in seeming slow motion to me, saw the blow fly make a B-line and flew straight into the spider’s web. The waiting spider, without malice or harmful intent, took the blow fly & vigorously wrapped it in web from its spindles. That hot summer ended, and the house folded, its occupants scattering & settling elsewhere. I had packed my room & emptied the house. It was just me & the spider left. I had possibly unconsciously named her Charlotte, but I truly do not abide the naming of wild creatures with anthropomorphised names. Seems to me to be imposing limitations & anthropomorphised restrictions on their constitutional behaviours and intrinsic character. They are not human beings, they’re wild creatures. But nonetheless, the house was empty & it was just me & her. I sat & explained the situation to her, in its dire consequence, as the real estate would undoubtedly come through & spray the house once emptied, and so I offered her two alternatives. One was that I release her into the wild outside, where she, like the blow fly, would be up for fitting into the cycle of life & predation, with no guarantees, or, I could have her relocate with me to my new residence. It’s strange, but I got back no intuitive reading, either way. Like there was no response, like there was only something for me to figure out by myself. I brought my friend to my new house & released her on top of my wardrobe which was a large old wooden packing crate, sanded back just enough to get a rough finish. She seemed fine for the first few weeks & then she disappeared. It wasn’t until her a month later I discovered her, curled up & dried out in a collection of sentimental belongings I had kept in a folder underneath my bed from years past. May she rest in peace. This isn’t a feel good tale of humans and nature designed to tug on your heart strings & I don’t wish anybody to share this story, certainly no harm will come of you if you don’t pass it on to 10 people in 10 minutes. I simply wish no-one to pass judgment on me, or the partner of my choice. Arachnophile? Perhaps. But the true humanity of it is that I cried for months at the loss of a well loved kindred spirit, and still do. May love find you all where you may be found.