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Recieved: 1999/11/15 18:58
Subject: Re: [K-list] kundalini
From: Jenell
On 1999/11/15 18:58, Jenell posted thus to the K-list:
I'm really enjoying your posts. Much wisdom, wisely presented so as to
cause one to have to chew long enough to taste well before swallowing.
Incidently, several of St Teresa's books including her autobiography and
Building castles, along with some of St John of the cross, and some
realted to the cloud of Unknowing, are my latest shipment from amazon.
I've only begun to delve into them, but know I am going to find them a
delight.
Jenell
Wim Borsboom wrote:
>
> 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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