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Mauritius

Maurit2Am off to Mauritius today with my mother to celebrate her 60th birthday.  Sun, sea, sand AH! Island life.  Entries will probably be sparse until I get back…

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No-Thingness II

Osho on Nothingness:

Buddha has chosen one of the really very potential words – shunyata. The English word, the englishequivanlent, "Nothingness" is not such a beautiful word.

That’s why I would like to make it "no-thingness"- because the nothing is not just nothing, it is all. It is vibrant with all possibilities. It is potential, absolute potntial. It is unmanifest yet, but it contains all. In the beginning is nature, in the end is nature, so why in the middle do you make so much fuss? Why, in the middle, becoming so worried, so anxious, so ambitious – why create such despair? Nothingness to nothingness is the whole journey.

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No-Thingness I

The Door is Open – A Dialogue
by wei wu wei

Part I

I am not nothing!

why so?

Because I am not anything to be nothing.

You mean?…

I would have to be something in order to be nothing, but I am not anything.

Why?

In order to be nothing I would have to be. I have to be even to say that I am not.

Since you cannot say that you are nothing it cannot be true?

It cannot. But I can truly say that I am not any thing. I can say that what I am is not anything that objectively appears, nor anything that can be imagined, visualised, sensorially perceived, or cognised.

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Back on the bike

Today I was back on the bicycle for the first time since the accident.  Was riding quite a bit slower partly due to still being a bit sore and partly due to a slight lack of confidence.

Right near the end of the ride I was about to swing into my street and picking the bike up onto the pavement when a guy calls out.  "Hey weren’t you the guy who was run over?".  Sitting in the resturant was the first guy to arrive on the scene (apart from the person who hit me), he actually was the one who called the ambulance. It was somehow rigth that he should be there just after my first ride and makes me feel somehow more relaxed about cycling again.

The other bonus of the accident is the seat was broken and I now have repalced the racing seat with a much more comfortable riding seat.  My prostate is pleased.

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More
elusive than the African leopard, rarer than the legendary snow leopard
of the Himalayas, and as white as the polar bear of the Alaska, rumours
of the existence of pure White Lions have lived in the African Oral
Tradition for centuries. But there is only one place on earth were they
have materialised – the Timbavati region, bordering the Kruger National
Park of South Africa.

aslanface.jpgTo
the African elders, used to looking for spiritual signs in nature, the
White Lions’ arrival was the fulfilment of ancient prophecy that
identified these majestic creatures as angelic messengers from God.
Identified as a sacred site by African Kings for many hundreds of
years, the name “Tsimba-vaati” in the ancient Shangaan language means
“the place where starlions came down from the heavens”. Born to the
golden lion prides that roam the vast Timbavati region, the African
elders explained their mysterious white colour in spiritual terms,
meaning purity and enlightenment, beyond all racial connotations. White
is sunlight, all the colours of the spectrum in one – beyond colour,
creed, race or gender. The White Lions are a magnificent icon for South
Africa’s rainbow nation, and a unifying symbol across world culture.

Prized
for their rarity, the White Lions were artificially removed from their
natural habitat into captive breeding/hunting programs in South Africa,
and sent to zoos and circuses around the globe, most famously Siegfried
and Roy’s magic act in Las Vegas.

Tragically, all White Lions
today are in captivity. After their forced removals from their sacred
homelands, they have been extinct in the wild for over 12 years.

After
studying the ancient knowledge of the White Lions with African elders
from all cultures for over ten years, Linda Tucker went on to found the
Global White Lion Protection Trust in 2002. The
mission of the Trust is not only to protect the lions themselves, which
are at great risk from aggressive speed-breeding programs and trophy
hunting, but also to protect the indigenous knowledge that holds them
sacred.

At last, after many years of battle, the primary
objective of the Global White Lion Protection Trust has been achieved –
to return this unique animal to the ancestral land that is their
birthright.

Visit the website at: http://www.whitelions.org

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I’ll take the Nine

In a dream Nasrudin saw himself being counted out coins. When there were nine silver pieces in his hand, the invisible donor  stopped giving them.
Nasrudin shouted "I must have ten!" so loudly he woke himself up.
Finding that all the money had disappeared he closed his eyes and murmured. "All right then give them back – I’ll take the nine."

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Searching, Seeking, Questing

by Rabindranath Tagore

I was searching for God for thousands of lives. I saw him, sometimes far away. I rushed, by the time I would reach there he had gone further. It went on and on. But finally I arrived at the door, and on the door was a sign, "This is the house where God lives."

I became worried for the first time. I became very troubled. Trembling, I went up the stairs. I was just about to knock on the door, and suddenly in a flash, I saw.

If I knock on the door and God opens the door, then what? Then everything is finished — my journeys, my pilgrimages, my great adventures, my philosophy, my poetry, all the longing of my heart — all is finished! It will be suicide!

Seeing the point, I removed my shoes from my feet because going back down the stairs might create some noise. And from the moment I reached the bottom of the steps I ran. I have not looked back. Since then I have been running for thousands of years.

I am still searching for God, although now I know where he lives. So all I have to do is avoid that place, and I can go on searching for him everywhere else. But I have to avoid that house. That house haunts me. I remember it perfectly. If by chance I accidentally enter that house, then all is finished.

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