Conference hydra::dejavu

** I found this in another notesfile and I really liked it....


 
	In real love you want the other person's good.  In romantic 
	love, you want the other person.
						- Margaret Anderson
 
 
The expression of real love is so easy between grandparents and children -
and between good friends it passes effortlessly.  But why is it so hard to
share real love with a spouse or lover?  Why, instead, do we want to
possess them?  And from them we dream of selfless devotion.  Yet neither
possession nor devotion guarantees the security we long for.
 
Real love is not selfish; it frees both the giver and the receiver.  Knowing
we're loved sustains our hearts and diminishes our difficulties.  It doesn't
bind us, yet paradoxically it bonds our hearts.  This encouragement to 
grow, to change, to dare to depart if it's for our own good, are expressions
of real love.  Real love is never ownership, only stewardship of this
moment's experiences.
 
Let's be gentle with one another, and love fully with trust, as a child
loves a grandmother.
 
-- 
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Steve Dahmen, Systems Analyst                         (804) 864-4519 (W)
M/S 365,  NASA Langley Research Center                    
Hampton, Virginia  23665                        [email protected]

    re : .1,
    	I really like that, too.  I've always wondered about the urgency
    in a sexual love relationship and how it changes the character
    of intimacy so often, creating a compulsiveness and possessiveness
    at times.   Transforming the union into something more trusting
    and less urgent seems to be a key step in realizing the perfect
    union of souls that we easily recognize as an aspect of divinity,
    and the glue that holds us together as one.

    Only after I began meditation would I emerge with the urge to write,
    these are the only times I have ever written anything or the only
    time I have written anything that I have liked.
    
                              FRIEND
    
    You met me in the spring time,
    when our hearts were light and gay.
    
    You walked with me in the
    sunshine, though we each
    had to find our way.
    
    We grew with many showers
    that caught us by surprise,
    but found a hint
    of springtime, and hope
    in a new sunrise.
    
    We dreamed along with a
    summer breeze and took
    warmth from sunlit sands,
    we pondered the mysteries
    of life's sea which set our
    sprit free.
    
    We passed through depths 
    of autumn days with it's
    color and it's glows.
    We found there is a cycle
    that each life has to flow.
    
    We felt the weight of winter
    days it's beauty and it's bounds.
    We learn't a lot about
    ourselves through our ups and
    downs.
    
    We past the seasons into years
    and still it's you and me,
    But how much better it was
    for me, because you made it we.
    
    
                           NATURE'S DOOR
    
    Looke to the beauty of a rose,
    look and see it's petals fold.
    It's colors deep, it's strenght beneath
    Nature's glories it does reap.
    
    Look to the tree of glorious green,
    tall and upright it reaches the sky.
    Aroma seap and freshens the heart
    Nature's nest, it's house a new start.
    
    Look to a cloud, fluffy and light
    our minds at ease, they flow like a light.
    The color is white, the sky is blue,
    Nature's dream does come true.
    
    Look to the waters all set in there place,
    shimmering ripples they hold in place.
    Energy fuses with the time of new dawns
    nursing our lands with nature's hand.
    
    Look to the sun shining and bright,
    to natures land it adds a delight.
    Warmth of the sun entwines with our beings
    penetrating rays for the depth of seeing.
    
    Look to the moon held high in it's place,
    surrounded by stars, a royal place.
    Closer the heavens and nearer the gate,
    the dieities reign with all in it's place.
    
    Look to man, all colors and forms,
    look to the man who heart enthrones.
    Value the senses we all possess,
    pause for a break and take leave of
    the rest.
    
    All is one and one is love,
    so hear the song of the cooing dove.
    Energies fly, our spirits soar,
    we possess the key to Nature's door.
    
    
    mgc
     

    
    
                I like to think that nearly all things have some sort of
    a life cycle -birth, growth/change, death. I also like to believe that
    there is a force common in nearly all things -spirit, soul, will,
    pranya(SP?). That is why the concept of "All That Is" appeales to me.
    
               This excerpt from a note file (somewhere) is taped to my 
    work station. The author is unknown to me.
    
                           Love
            is an expression of the willingness
                     to create space
         in which something is allowed to change.
    
                     
    
    
                                      Later,
                                       Mark
    

    Very nice.

                                                         
    God is Energy.  Love is the highest energy.  God is love.  God is the
    highest source of energy which exists.  There is no such thing as a
    disbeliever in God.  Every man is searching for energy and God is
    energy.  The energy that is God, however, cannot be studied and
    observed like the energy of electricity.  God is a subtle energy, a
    force beyond the grasp of the mind and the senses.  God is infinite,
    incomparable.  His energy never began, nor will it ever end.  God is
    the highest energy, the source of all energies.  For this reason there
    is only one God.
    					- Yogi Amrit Desai
    					  Founder of Kripalu Center,
    					     Lenox, Mass.

    Mark .4,
    
    Nice.  I believe that saying is an axiom from the est training.
    
    Kb

    re. 07 and addendum to .4
    
    
                  What is est training?
    
                  I especially like that quote because what it means to 
    me is that I don't *have to* like someone in order for me to act in 
    a loving way. 
    
                                 Later,
                                  Mark
    

Miracles, by Walt Whitman

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing but miracles, 
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
        with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and 
        bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of waves - the ships
        with men in them.
What stranger miracles are there?

    re: .8
    
    EST = Erhard Seminar Training, after the founder, Werner
    Erhard.
    
    Joel
    

    re: .8
    
        Mark, you can also see note 425, which talks more about
    the man and his subsequent (to EST) workshop, the Forum.
    
    Frederick
    

    Re: .9,
    
          Thanks for typing that, Cindy.  I love that poem...haven't read it in
    years!!!  Hi Karen!
    
                                                            Capt. Scott

    re: .7
    
    That is my recollection, too.
    
    Richard B
    Z

    
    
    
    	Mature love is exhilirating!
    
    	Immature love is exhausting.
    
    

    re: .14,
>    	Mature love is exhilirating!
>    	Immature love is exhausting.
    
    	... and each is delightful in its own way, and I wouldn't
    be without either of them. :-)

	I recently read a book called Rathma, in which the words of
   this great Spirit are reported by a channel.

	Rathma lived in India very long ago, the Indians often call
   him Rama.

	Here is what he tells about God and the beings : Once God contemplated
   himself and the beings emerged from this contemplation. The beings were gods
   that could create anything by their thoughts and emotions using as substance
   God himself who is the substance of the Universe. So they created the
   world with all its beauties.

	But they began to be jealous of each other and to be in competition,
   although each being had exactly the same qualities. Then they started to
   create many varieties of things, trying to do better than the others.
   At the same time they wanted to experience their creation deeply,
   they decided to create a shape where they could live in, it was the human.
   It took a long time to work on this shape, but finally they succeeded
   and some of them entered the humans.
   
	In the beginning the bodies were living for long periods and were
   never ill, but the illusions of death and illness gained the humans,
   and even after the death of the bodies, they wanted to go back to the
   material world, because they had forgotten their real identity.
   
	Now, the human beings are working on recognizing that God is the 
   loving substance of the Universe, that there is no "good" or "bad"
   but only God and gods experimenting ...

	Each experience is an opportunity for us to become more and
   more wise. The god inside the humans is not spoiled by any experience.
   
	God loves us so much that he will always let us do what we want
   to, and never judge. The human beings thoughts and emotions are still
   the causes of everything that happen, although number of people have
   forgotten that. 

	Some beings have escaped from the limited condition, because they 
   have experienced everything and integrated those experiences with
   their emotions. Rathma is one of them. One day, like him we will remember,
   and emerge from those experiences with more comprehension and conscience.

	Rita.

    .3  MGC
    How beautiful your poems are.  I have just read them. What a 
    nice way to start the day.  You are really gifted.
    
    Betty
    

    
    	There is a Universal Intelligence. It is everywhere, runs
    throughout every strand of reality, every plane of existence.
    That's why is is Universal.
    
    It is all-knowing. It's body of knowledge is the Universal
    Conciousness.
    
    It's awareness is distributed throughout various, localized 
    manifestations of awareness. These exist throughout every
    plane of existence.
    
    These localized manifestations of awareness have their
    own localized consciousness, knowledge, and intelligence. The 
    aggregate of all consciousness, knowledge, and intelligence posessed by 
    the localized maifestations is, the Universal Conciousness.
    
    And these localized manifestations of awareness, taken together as a
    whole, comprise the Universal Intelligence.
    
    The driving energy behind this process, is Love.
    
    N.B._in_L.A.
    
    

    I like your model, N.B. !

    re.18
    
    This is my primary model, too, N.B.  :-)
    
    Nanci