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Recieved: 1999/11/15 12:45
Subject: Re: [K-list] kundalini
From: Wim Borsboom
On 1999/11/15 12:45, Wim Borsboom posted thus to the K-list:
Dear Julie, Adele, Ville, El, Hillary, Angelique, Jenell, Amanda, Zala (Who
are you? I mean the small "who are you"), Kim, Joel, Jon Carl, Don, Michael,
Maureen, and of course let me not forget you, what's your name again :-)...
Yes the K process takes 960 days. Should I have brought it up? 960 Days...
are they linear, progressive? And then, who indeed is counting, what are we
counting and where do we start our count on the numberline of life from? K
starts the moment one drops the last shoe, nothing between you and your path
anymore. Barefooted on the pebbles, and every pebble hurts and every pebble
loves. (Ah English, what a wonderful language, as it looses so easily track
of subject and object, and the verbs so easily losen and tighten their
transitoriness. And... will I ever learn the spelling of loosing or
losing... that sweet agony of the English language.) The lovely pebbles on
the path... constantly reminding you, one pebble at a time that each hurt
will re-transform into its original sweetness of love.
K starts the moment one drops the last shoe...one may have dropped the last
shoe, indeed, but the memory of the 'wearing and the worn' does not wear off
that easily, that lingering pain of memory. Keep on walking... you will get
to bare skin. Memory is not a guide for the future !!! The path is not
linear, language is too.... Might the path be circular? Everyone single day
one attempts to complete the circle....but ... upon closing... a jump into
another dimension. Might the path be spiral? A verticality? The beginning
and end... so close... connecting outside of time and space... a instance of
ecstasy by chance? (Initially following probability laws.) As one FALLS
asleep, one falls into the abandon of ecstasy, one falls into love... the
quantum shakes... , the spasms..., the shocks..., fall into them...the
rapture.
Whoever mentioned Teresa of Avila? Now there is a lady, if you don't know
her, please do find out about her, how connected you are to her... Read her
autobiography, you will recognise your jewel on one page or another.
...
Is the path spiral? Oh our bondedness to dimensionality... Loose yourself
into the multi-dimensionality of it all, tumble through pain, fall into
love, pick up those pebbles and clatter them through streams of light and
water, there is no gravity in sound, there is no gravity in light... and
eventually all falls to rest, the bounces of sound, one frame at a time...
the calm at the beach... gravity our ally. Our path...? a pebble beach
maybe...? the other shore...? those myths...? those legends...? the
boatsman...? the ferry...?.... NOWHERE TO GO NOMORE. No quest.
At one point I spoke to myself, "960 days!", and I wondered what I meant.
Then I answered myself, "Count the daisy's petals, you dummy :-)". And I did
count the undulating striations of the lotus jewel that emanated so
vibrantly within and from me. I was clever about it though, did not want to
count each striated undulation one at a time, I would loose track and would
have to start again and again, Sisyphus work... "No way, be clever
now...that is your prerogative." I slowed down my time, that helped
somewhat. "Try counting by division" I told myself, that would be way
faster, halve the circle, halve that halve and on. Divide by five count to
twelve. Multiply by 80... bingo... 960... and what did I learn? The self
evidence was grand, no meaning behind it, something known within itself. The
inpouring of undetailed knowledge. Knowing a divine plan on the human
plane....An then linear again the beautiful simplicity of linearity... and
then the point... period.
What did it mean? Being the answer, stopping the question.
Who are we?
Who am I?
Bull questions, the useless warpings
Recover SELF evidence.
Read, read, know it all and digest all into forgetfulness... do not quote.
(For God's sake do never ever quote any more.)
Do not be reminded by the cute wisdoms one sticks on the fridge, be the
magnet.
Do not be reminded by cute sayings on bumperstickers, you are the
bumpersticker.
What do I know? I know much less now... and not knowing comes much easier
all the time.
BTW, rather than reading or let's say in addition to reading, look at art,
art books, there is less linearity in paintings...statues. Check out
Tiepolo, the baroque, yes rococo artists. And dance and sing... Fall into
grace by loosing yourself gracefully...
>Wim stated:
>
><< K is not a grace, K lets us
>>recover our original grace.>>
>
> Ah....very nicely said. The truth always rings out in clear bell like
>tones among the loud rubble of verbage. The difference here is that you,
>Wim, know what you are saying. There are many others here that say without
>the knowing. This is a natural part of the process and so is correction.
>Until the whole self is involved in the realization of truth, words mean
>everything but the truth. Hehe. Much love, Julie
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