03 Oct 10
Originally posted by vistesdI would say that self (conditioning of your influenced views) is of the carnal concept of things (of the brain), where, not your influenced views, but the thoughts that arise due to your desire of spiritual growth, these thoughts are the renewing of your true being, the awakening to it, and building your momentum to discard what appeared your view, TO the new..
Ah, the old search for “self”. I searching for, or wondering about—I[/b].
An analogy: If I look into a mirror, I see a reflection of myself—that is, of I—and I recognize it. But I do not confuse the reflection with the actual I that is looking at it, that is—I. Nor do I think it is some extended part or expression or aspect of I, the actual ...[text shortened]... to my own loop. As we learn, our loop expands. But we are never out of the loop.
Be well.[/b]
03 Oct 10
Originally posted by Andrew Hamilton"Self" the way you conceive and define it, Mr Hamilton, does not inherently exists because of not being its parts, not being other than its parts, not being in its parts, not being that whithin which its parts exist, not possessing its parts, not being the composite of its parts and not being the shape of its parts😵
You have just got me interested in a philosophical point here:
I have always presumed that my “self” or “mind” is the totality of (or set of) all the thoughts and feelings as well as the totality of (or set of) all the potential thoughts and feelings that could be that have one thing in common; There exists a “sense” (which I sense i ...[text shortened]... elf” is, then what do you believe is your “self”? How would you describe what this “self” is?
Therefore, your overhelming sense of being a "self" experienced as an independent centre of operations which in turn, as you claimed, is experienced as being in charge of and in control of your psychophysical apparatus of embodiment is in fact an illusion; your so called "independent self" is an illusion that has to be deconstructed, and this can be done rather easily😵
03 Oct 10
Originally posted by vistesdIt's been some time since our last conversation, my friend. I hope you and yours are all fine;
Ah, the old search for “self”. I searching for, or wondering about—I[/b].
An analogy: If I look into a mirror, I see a reflection of myself—that is, of I—and I recognize it. But I do not confuse the reflection with the actual I that is looking at it, that is—I. Nor do I think it is some extended part or expression or aspect of I, the actual ...[text shortened]... to my own loop. As we learn, our loop expands. But we are never out of the loop.
Be well.[/b]
Namaste😵
03 Oct 10
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i have a great hope towards the both of you that you shall reside with me in paradise, vistesd may read and compose poetry until his heart over floweth with finding the finest essence of meaning in words and set them in position as a skilled goldsmith does a carefully cut diamond, and beetle may philosophise upon his tree so that the hidden spectrum of the rainbow may radiate from his seemingly black outer shell!
03 Oct 10
Originally posted by robbie carrobieAmen!
i have a great hope towards the both of you that you shall reside with me in paradise, vistesd may read and compose poetry until his heart over floweth with finding the finest essence of meaning in words and set them in position as a skilled goldsmith does a carefully cut diamond, and beetle may philosophise upon his tree so that the hidden spectrum of the rainbow may radiate from his seemingly black outer shell!
04 Oct 10
Originally posted by robbie carrobieSuch wonderful eloquence from the Land of Skye! Thank you, old friend. I trust you and all your beloved ones remain well.
i have a great hope towards the both of you that you shall reside with me in paradise, vistesd may read and compose poetry until his heart over floweth with finding the finest essence of meaning in words and set them in position as a skilled goldsmith does a carefully cut diamond, and beetle may philosophise upon his tree so that the hidden spectrum of the rainbow may radiate from his seemingly black outer shell!
Brandy well-aged in sherry casks,
sipped beside the first fire of fall—
how the seasons sing in my blood
blessing-songs for friends one and all!
Well, okay: your words here are much better than my bit of doggerel! I'll try to buck-up better next time...
04 Oct 10
Originally posted by vistesdLOL, oh i dont know my friend, you seem to have the meter and the rhyme just right and have captured the ambience well, one can almost feel the orange glow of the embers and hear the mirth within 🙂
Such wonderful eloquence from the Land of Skye! Thank you, old friend. I trust you and all your beloved ones remain well.
Brandy well-aged in sherry casks,
sipped beside the first fire of fall—
how the seasons sing in my blood
blessing-songs for friends one and all!
Well, okay: your words here are much better than my bit of doggerel! I'll try to buck-up better next time...
04 Oct 10
Originally posted by robbie carrobie“Orange glow of embers and mirth”—
LOL, oh i dont know my friend, you seem to have the meter and the rhyme just right and have captured the ambience well, one can almost feel the orange glow of the embers and hear the mirth within 🙂
Now that is a memorable line! I’ll have to work with that. Actually, Iwas just sitting by the first fire of fall (my favorite season), sipping brandy—so I just worked that out quickly.
Your comment about Beetle in the tree reminded me of the parable of the small seed that grows into a huge tree, in which all the birds gather. You, me, and beetle—what a strange and wonderful mix of multi-colored plumage that would be! 🙂
04 Oct 10
Originally posted by vistesdAmen
“Orange glow of embers and mirth”—
Now that is a memorable line! I’ll have to work with that. Actually, Iwas just sitting by the first fire of fall (my favorite season), sipping brandy—so I just worked that out quickly.
Your comment about Beetle in the tree reminded me of the parable of the small seed that grows into a huge tree, in w ...[text shortened]... You, me, and beetle—what a strange and wonderful mix of multi-colored plumage that would be! 🙂
04 Oct 10
Originally posted by robbie carrobie"Paradise" and "Hell" are not places somewhere out of one's mind -but I am honoured to share the same air and the same sun with you, my trusty feer rabbie. With a Love for Uisce Beatha we are born and
i have a great hope towards the both of you that you shall reside with me in paradise, vistesd may read and compose poetry until his heart over floweth with finding the finest essence of meaning in words and set them in position as a skilled goldsmith does a carefully cut diamond, and beetle may philosophise upon his tree so that the hidden spectrum of the rainbow may radiate from his seemingly black outer shell!
Je Suis Prest😵