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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 17:09:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weird dream</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I had this dream in which I was in college, still sharing a room with my (now ex) boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; We had broken up in the dream and it was weird.&amp;nbsp; I saw a whole bunch of old friends whom I haven&apos;t talked to in a&amp;nbsp;long time.&amp;nbsp; It was my sixth year in college and I had been taking the same classes for several years with no real progress.&amp;nbsp; I thought I should just drop out since I wasn&apos;t making any headway here.&amp;nbsp; But I knew Chickenmonkeyboy would be really upset if I left him, even though we had broken up.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should just carry on and try to finish school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like--unresolved stuff; also, like that Greek guy in hell who has to carry a boulder up a hill and he always drops it just before he gets to the top and it rolls all the way back down.&amp;nbsp; In other words, no progress.&amp;nbsp; Stuck.&amp;nbsp; Stuff to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d like to get back on track.&amp;nbsp; Was I ever really &quot;on track&quot; ?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 14:13:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>stuff</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m breaking up with the boy.&amp;nbsp; I wish I wasn&apos;t.&amp;nbsp; He&apos;s so wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I have no complaints about him, other than that we obviously want different things in a relationship right now.&amp;nbsp; I want more closeness.&amp;nbsp; I want someone to be there for me and help me heal, because I&apos;m still pretty insecure.&amp;nbsp; I still need to learn how to really love myself.&amp;nbsp; If I&apos;m in a close relationship right now I need to be with someone who understands that and is willing to help me.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise I&apos;m not ready for a&amp;nbsp;sexual relationship.&amp;nbsp; Sex stirs up so many intense emotions that I need to just be able to be present and witness, and let go, and not feel abandoned or like I don&apos;t have enough time or the person I&apos;m with doesn&apos;t care.&amp;nbsp; I only feel slightly like that with him; he is really kind, affectionate, caring, and&amp;nbsp;respectful,&amp;nbsp;but it&apos;s obvious that he needs a lot more time to himself and to do other things than he does with me, and I always feel like I&apos;m chasing after him.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t like that at all.&amp;nbsp; It will only lead to more hurting if it continues this way.&amp;nbsp; I want to allow him to do what&apos;s best for him right now, without trying to saddle him with anything he doesn&apos;t want to deal with.&amp;nbsp; And I don&apos;t want to inflict upon myself the anguish of chasing someone who isn&apos;t interested.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m sure there are plenty of people out there who would be interested and capable, and I deserve that; and I&apos;m fine without someone, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy.&amp;nbsp; Fiction.&amp;nbsp; Myths.&amp;nbsp; Stories.&amp;nbsp; Where do they fit into life?&amp;nbsp; What use are they to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many&amp;nbsp;times I&apos;ve lost myself in worlds of fantasy that turn to delusion, blinding me from facts of the physical world and relationships.&amp;nbsp; Which leads to me being hurt because things turn out differently from how I expected, based on my fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I&amp;nbsp;have often made&amp;nbsp;up ideas about what other people are thinking and feeling, and sort of expected them to act accordingly; mostly, they don&apos;t, which confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn&apos;t seem real, either,&amp;nbsp;to write off and discard stories.&amp;nbsp; Human beings were born with the capacity for creating stories.&amp;nbsp; It must serve some practical function.&amp;nbsp; Why does every culture, everywhere, have fundamental myths and stories?&amp;nbsp; How can I use this part of me that&apos;s been so fundamental to my identity for so long to improve my life, rather than to&amp;nbsp;close&amp;nbsp;myself in a prison&amp;nbsp;of delusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes instead of just making up a story in my head, I feel or sense a larger story, not just originating from my mind, which meshes with what&apos;s actually happening physically and emotionally, to me and everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s hard to accept that story sometimes.&amp;nbsp; It can be painful.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s hard for me to accept emotional pain and just let it be as it is.&amp;nbsp; I want to control circumstances so that they no longer induce that pain.&amp;nbsp; I make up other stories and pretend they&apos;re true, hoping that way to cause things to be happy for me.&amp;nbsp; It&apos;s hard to trust that I actually have the strength to deal with whatever happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I do accept it, it lends me some kind of strength.&amp;nbsp; Knowing, for instance, that by going through difficult times and weathering pain, I can become stronger.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 22:26:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Why Relationships Suck</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve gotten really sick of having boring, conventional, unfulfilling relationships lately, so I&apos;ve been putting a lot of thought into what makes them crappy, and how that might be changed.&amp;nbsp; I made a list of things that are common relationship factors, beliefs and behaviors, which I think obstruct our favorable experience of them.&amp;nbsp; The general list are things that apply in all relationships, and then I&apos;ve made lists of stereotypes for specific relationships, too--romantic, friendships, family and work.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m not suggesting here that all of us buy all of these stereotypes and beliefs, but they all seem pretty common to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post focuses on the problems, and the next one will focus on some possible solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment with your own observations--additional problems, disagreements with anything I&apos;ve written, etc.&amp;nbsp; And if you can think of your own solutions to these problems, post them and I&apos;ll work them in to the next post!&amp;nbsp; Especially solutions which you&apos;ve already successfully implemented in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;belief that we can&apos;t choose what we feel, and that we can&apos;t deal with unpleasant emotions without someone else&apos;s help leads to the belief that we are responsible for someone else&apos;s emotion if something we did lead to them feeling that way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;addiction to what the other provides, whether it be attention, physical pleasure, emotional gratification and understanding, a listening ear, advice, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addiction leads to manipulation of the other person so that they feel obligated to give you what you want.&amp;nbsp; Such as, making them feel like you need it and they are the only one who can provide it.&amp;nbsp; This can lead to some guilt on your part, like you owe them gratification of their own desire in return.&amp;nbsp; Thus both parties end up feeling obligated to provide one another with a service.&amp;nbsp; Thus losing freedom to not do those things, or to do other things at the time and place now allotted for mutual addiction-satiation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear that the other won&apos;t like us if we don&apos;t do what they want.&amp;nbsp; This basically comes down to addiction as well.&amp;nbsp; If they don&apos;t like us, they won&apos;t give us what we want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are certain culturally sanctioned expectations, restrictions and obligations that we link to relationships.&amp;nbsp; These are the &quot;acceptable&quot; ways to have our addiction to interpersonal interaction satiated.&amp;nbsp; But they take away our freedom, and the possibility for experience of true love, as much as any other addiction.&amp;nbsp; The following lists are culturally sanctioned expectations for various types of relationships.&amp;nbsp; Many of our traps come from the simple act of believing and following these social standards blindly, without being open to evidence that other ways might be more beneficial and more freeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;None of these things are bad to do on occasion, but when they become mandatory obligations, we get ourselves into a trap.&amp;nbsp; These things seem positive, and are when they come from the selfless, sincere heart.&amp;nbsp; When one gives them out of true love, expecting nothing in return.&amp;nbsp; But we don&apos;t truly do that very often.&amp;nbsp; It takes a lot of work to be able to experience true, selfless love, and we aren&apos;t shown how to do that work, or what true love really is, in this culture.&amp;nbsp; We might try to do these things out of sincere love at first, and then later do them because we decided to previously, and thereby not take the time to search the soul to find out what action--or non action--is most appropriate this time, for the personal growth of all parties involved.&amp;nbsp; This is a particular danger in something like a marriage, in which there&apos;s a formal contract binding the partners.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it&apos;s possible to be relatively free within restriction, but the formal contract and all of its cultural expectations make that psychologically more difficult.&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;have sex at least twice a week; the younger the couple is, the more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;share property and finances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend time in &quot;quality&quot; conversation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listen to each others&apos; woes and emotional issues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not express sexual interest in anyone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;compromise a certain amount to keep each other satisfied with the level of satiation of addiction that they are receiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hold the other to be the most important person in one&apos;s life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;conduct oneself as if one is the most important person in the other&apos;s life, and one is responsible for the other&apos;s peace of mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get angry if obligations aren&apos;t met by the other&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not be interested in marrying if the other doesn&apos;t show potential to meet obligations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always be there for one another&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give one another gifts that are especially thoughtful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember anniversaries and other special dates, and consider them important&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are different expectations for women and men...\&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one is expected to get married by the time one is 30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;treat one another as if most important people in each other&apos;s lives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guy is expected to be dominant--treats girl as if special and is always thoughtful of how she&apos;s fragile, complements her appearance, pays for her dinner, movie tickets etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;girl expects guy to treat her as if special and fragile; if he doesn&apos;t, is upset and considers him not thoughtful enough, or questions her own looks and worth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sex, after an acceptable time period&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;monagamy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend time with one another&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;validate the other&apos;s thoughts and emotional state&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be there for the other person (when one might need time alone, or with another friend, instead)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember birthdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give each other thoughtful gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hierarchy: supervisors tell employees what to do--employee must listen (even though often employee, after a certain amount of experience, knows how to do the job better than the supervisor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people higher up in authority are considered more important, and paid better.&amp;nbsp; (even though every employee&apos;s job is equally needed to keep a company running.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;higher ups are expected to be treated with a certain amount of respect, not with the same familiarity with which one can relate to someone of the same station as oneself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;respect entails things such as treating higher-up as if they &quot;know&quot; better about many things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the lower in the hierarchy, the more expendable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apparently less &quot;skill&quot; in the jobs of those lower in authority&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;less skilled workers have less apparent psychological freedom to be themselves than those who are higher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;opinions of lower workers are considered less valid and important, often not at all, even when it comes to their own work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work supposed to be most important and self-defining aspect of life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;supposed to put work before personal growth, learning and relationships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making money more important that personal freedom, health, relationships, learning, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;following rules to the letter more important than putting heart into work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;certain jobs considered more important, conventional, giving one higher societal status than other jobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there&apos;s a finite set of conventional careers that one can consider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;certain jobs apparently won&apos;t make one any money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 01:42:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>echoes from the hinterlands</title>
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  <description>Lots of time has past since I last wrote here.  Lots of miles have been covered.  Lots of decisions have been made, and even more put off for later.  I still don&apos;t know what I want to be when I grow up.  I still would rather not grow up in the first place.  I feel a little bit too grown up for my own good even now.  This whole world is too grown up.  These times are too heavy and solemn.  I hope to bring some light of the heart into this dark world.  Bring a new meaning to the words &quot;grown up&quot;, so I don&apos;t feel ashamed to fit that description anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m in New Haven, at work in a bookstore with very few customers--where I have ample time to surf the Web.  Right now I&apos;m missing Kung Fu class because I agreed to stand in for my friend Nick tonight, because he couldn&apos;t find anyone else to do it.  I worked from 7-4 at my other job, at the bakery in a health food store, and started here at 4:20 today; I&apos;ll be here till 10.  I don&apos;t mind it, especially since it&apos;s so relaxed at night here.  I would like to be in class better, but this won&apos;t happen often.  It&apos;s snowing outside.  Later I&apos;ll leave and walk the 6 or so blocks back to my small room in a large victorian house in New Haven&apos;t ghetto area.  Where I&apos;ll go to sleep, only to get up and come back here at 9:30 tomorow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this sort of work, for now, because it gives me something to do all day, and it&apos;s some sort of security because I have bills to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack!  The sentence above is so mundane.  Its banality freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s the expression of a life boiled down to its bare, physical components.  The small rocks in the midst of a giant whirling storm.  Who knows where it will be when it dies down.  IF it dies down.  Maybe it&apos;s like the red eye on Jupiter.  Spinning there for at least 400 years.  Impressions, thoughts, feelings, longings, visions, dreams, impulses, memories.  What are they?  Everyone has them, don&apos;t they?  What&apos;s the purpose?  Is this all we are?  This loose collection of materials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know who I am anymore.  I don&apos;t have a basis on which to write a journal entry.  None of these things feel like me.  The vortex is collapsing and scattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure what I want to do with my future.  I&apos;ve become disillusioned, sort of.  With our ways of being and relating in this world.  &quot;Society&quot;.  What is it?  What&apos;s the point?  Why are we living here?  &quot;Work&quot;.  &quot;Money&quot;.  &quot;Power over others&quot;.  &quot;Fame&quot;.  &quot;Sex&quot;.  Are those the reasons?  How come I don&apos;t really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t have any strong goals anymore.  I enjoy my martial arts classes, so I keep going.  Work&apos;s OK, so I keep going.  I enjoy interacting with people, playing with them and serving them.  I come home and meditate every night.  Sometimes long, sometimes not.  I focus on stretching my body and feeling its energy flow.  Relaxing to allow the energy to flow in an ever more natural pattern.  It&apos;s so distorted from the natural pathways, the ways in which it evolved to flow.  It feels so much better every day when I give it my attention.  Even just that, the simple act of giving it my attention, makes it feel warm, happy, glowing.  Smiling.  Have you ever felt a smile in a part of your body other than the face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.  My cousins, aunts, uncles, parents and brother.  Maybe I&apos;ll move to be closer to them.  Maybe I&apos;ll go back to school, finish my degree.  In what though?  What can I offer the world?  Where will my efforts be most needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing that the root of all of our problems in this world is the part of us that is grasping, greedy and afraid of change.  The part that relies stubbornly on thought in all situations.  The part that&apos;s stuck on one identity for us, thinking that&apos;s all we are.  Afraid to let it go because we&apos;re afraid of the emptiness that might lie beyond.  This, they say, leads to our desire to acquire ever more, to keep things for ourselves and from others, to climb high above others in the hierarchy of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, letting go of that part of ourselves is terrifying.  It&apos;s facing the fear of death itself.  But if it&apos;s what we must do to save this world, if it&apos;s the best way I can offer myself to everyone, then...I hope I can have the courage, someday, to jump off that cliff.  Not for me, but for everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say we&apos;re all headed there, eventually, anyway.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 06:52:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ego</title>
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  <description>eadings, I&apos;ve gathered that the ego is the collection of thoughts, which each of us has, regarding who we are and&amp;nbsp; which we believe to be our selves.&amp;nbsp; These thoughts are such things as, &quot;I can&apos;t run very fast.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I like sushi.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I am a hippie.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I need my friends to be polite.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Most of us are unconscious of most of these thoughts, and of the fact that they are just thoughts, feeling as if they were some kind of physical, concrete THING making whatever they state into a permanent fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original thought upon which the ego is founded is the thought &quot;I am&quot;, the thought that each of us is an entity separate from everything else.&amp;nbsp; This old Indian dude Ramana Maharshi says that if you sit quietly and focus on the thought &quot;I am&quot; for a while you&apos;ll recognize that it&apos;s just a thought, and not objective reality, that you&apos;re separate.&amp;nbsp; Once you are conscious of that, you can transcend your ego and you become &quot;self-realized&quot; or &quot;enlightened&quot;, which means that you know and experience that you are one and the same as everything else in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason one might want to transcend the ego is not because it&apos;s inherently &quot;bad&quot; any more than anything else in the universe; but because most of us mistake that collection of thoughts that comprises the ego for our Selves, and thus limit our self-expression to things that correspond with those thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Because those thoughts don&apos;t actually dictate what happens, it&apos;s possible to do something that contradicts a thought, which leads to anxiety-laced feelings percieved as self-betrayal or not being oneself.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I am shy.&quot; &quot;I can&apos;t do math.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I stick to what is sensible.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;People who drive slow make me angry.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Because we&apos;ve mistaken these thoughts for our selves, we become really attached to them and don&apos;t want them to pass on, because, we fear, that would mean that we&apos;d lose a part of ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We spend lots of energy preserving these thoughts for years and years out of fear of death.&amp;nbsp; But the nature of thoughts is to be very transient, and in reality it&apos;s unnecessary for us to preserve any of these thoughts in order to continue existing.&amp;nbsp; (Supposedly we can also find out that our [also transient] physical forms are not our true selves, either.)&amp;nbsp; When we preserve and try to stick to our thoughts about &quot;who we are&quot;, we severely limit our own freedom: if someone, for instance, thinks that she&apos;s the kind of person who likes to wear only black stretch pants, and holds on to that thought for a while, that whole time she&apos;s not allowing herself to try wearing anything else and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, realizing who you really are and finally letting go of all those thoughts leads to such revolutionary and dangerous things as seeing that most of our societal structure is pointless, and that there are much better things to do than work and buy stuff all day, such as....sitting on a park bench and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; just&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BEING.&amp;nbsp; Or whatever you &quot;feel like&quot; doing.&amp;nbsp; You&apos;re free and the universe is your playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you&apos;re at that point, I suppose, all thought is completely optional and under control.&amp;nbsp; And you don&apos;t mistake your thoughts for your self.&amp;nbsp; In fact, you are aware of your true Self, which, they say, is pure Consciousness, and the whole universe is composed of it.&amp;nbsp; Some say that once you&apos;re aware of this, you can percieve that the entire structure of the universe is formed of thoughts arising in this field of pure Consciousness, just as the structure of our percieved ego is thoughts arising in our consciousness.&amp;nbsp; And supposedly, once you&apos;re aware of that, you can manipulate those thoughts to do such things as materialize fruit or be in two places at once.&amp;nbsp; They also say that holding on to such thoughts as &quot;I want to be able to do amazing, magical things&quot; is enough of a shred of ego that one won&apos;t be able to make the leap of realization required for enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also (without being aware yet of the nature of your true Self) look at each individual thought in your ego, and knowing the transitory nature of thoughts, let go of it, change it or keep it to suit your purposes.&amp;nbsp; I think this is the goal of most forms of conventional psychology.&amp;nbsp; Many people transform their egos into amazing works of art this way.&amp;nbsp; As Adam mentioned, we can run into certain problems when our egos don&apos;t correspond with &quot;reality&quot;, and have more success when our egos include more optimism than pessimism.&amp;nbsp; As an example, I used to have the thought that I couldn&apos;t catch a football.&amp;nbsp; Maybe some of you remember the day when Stephe decided to plant the thought in my mind that I COULD catch a football, and then I proceeded to catch nearly every throw directed at me for the rest of the game (and most of the games after that, too).&amp;nbsp; I know many of you have probably had similar experiences, courtesy of Stephe!&amp;nbsp; Another benefit of playing sports with him is that he constantly makes fun of students for the silly things we do.&amp;nbsp; On the one hand, we often react to this with hurt feelings and anger, but on the other hand, we learn to recognize and face our failings, accept them and deal with them if necessary, instead of trying to cover them up and compensate for them.&amp;nbsp; This is a good step in the direction of a healthy and realistic sel</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2006 00:53:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>looooking for a place to stay</title>
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  <description>Anybody want to move to Connecticut with me and study martial arts?  And have a really fun house together?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2006 04:22:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My friends just took apart a whole bag of oreos to make a frosting ball, then reconstruct them and eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they ran out of cookie before they ran out of frosting.  There&apos;s quite a bit of frosting left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they&apos;re trying to convince each other to eat the rest of the frosting ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also ate quite a bit of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re laughing maniacally (is that a word?) on the floor.  &quot;We ate all of those cookies.  ALL OF THEM!  And there&apos;s still SO MUCH frosting left!&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 22:39:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Whew!</title>
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  <description>I made a decision.  Bet you didn&apos;t even know this was bothering me.  It&apos;s partly why I go for such long periods without writing anything here.  Part of me just wants to write whatever the hell I feel like, what happened to me today, and stuff like that.  Another part of me wants to write highly polished stuff--poetry, rants and essays that have been edited until they are entirely coherent, etc.  These two parts of me are fighting.  Sometimes one wins for awhile, then the other takes over, and is embarrassed by the accomplishments of the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m starting another blog for the polished stuff.  This is just me, rough and uncensored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(later)&lt;br /&gt;NOT--I&apos;m just making all the personal entries &quot;friends only&quot;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 06:36:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>;P</title>
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  <description>&quot;Suffering is an unnecessary aspect of the human experience.  It is not only unnecessary, it is unwise, uncomfortable, and hazardous to your health.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;--God, Conversations with God</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 01:14:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i beat myself up so much that i can&apos;t do anything.  can&apos;t express affection because i don&apos;t feel like i&apos;m worthy of even showing other people that i like them.  all because of one little thing:  i really like a guy and i&apos;m afraid to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hell.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 06:22:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yaaay me</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s a test, a challenge set before me.  It&apos;s one that I&apos;ve failed multiple times before.  To not restrict myself.  To let myself flow, to express whatever wants to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I&apos;m afraid to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing the test doesn&apos;t involve just completing a certain action--I&apos;ve done that before. I have to do it just right--pass the test with flying colors or I don&apos;t pass at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off the cliff once already.  It was scary.  Now I&apos;ve just gotta do it and enjoy it the whole way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I&apos;m such a dumbass.  I like feeling like a crazy little kid because, really, I am one.  That&apos;s when life is the funnest.  It&apos;s really funny too when I screw up the easiest little things.  Then I have an excuse: &quot;Hey who cares, I&apos;m five years old.&quot;  I really think looking at people&apos;s age in years and assuming that there&apos;s a correlation between that and emotional maturity is totally ridiculous.  That leads to people expecting 23-year-olds to do things like, for instance, not run down the aisles in supermarkets barefoot.  And then when certain 23-year-olds break those expectations, some people get really upset and offended.  &quot;You should know better!&quot;  Well obviously if I &quot;knew better&quot; I wouldn&apos;t be doing it, would I?  It would make more sense to think something like, &quot;Haha crazy little kid&quot; or something with a similar meaning (&quot;She&apos;s really a five-year-old at heart...&quot;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there really are a bunch of ways in which I am still a five-year-old, or even younger, and one of them is in relating to boys that I really like: what I end up doing is acting psycho and harrassing them, and being hyper and nervous, instead of...anything more satisfying to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 07:21:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>somewhere behind the clouds the sun is shining and anyway, the clouds are neat.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;but whenever I talk to him&lt;br /&gt;my brain falls out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;silly me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love anyway?&lt;br /&gt;If it means attachment, possession, obligation, wanting, waiting, having, self-consciousness and doubt&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;BLECH&lt;br /&gt;give me a barf bag!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve had enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Love&quot; is a fucking lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find out what REAL love is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me some courage&lt;br /&gt;cuz I&apos;m afraid to express...whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;and it wants to burst out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domo arigatou gozaimashita.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2005 21:47:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>what&apos;s this all about eh?</title>
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  <description>Ever notice how we learn to do so many things in ways that just don&apos;t make sense, from people around us--&quot;society&quot; for want of a better word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just learning now that pretty much everything I&apos;ve learned about relationships throughout my life--things people have told me, things I&apos;ve learned from the examples of others--is totally useless and just makes things HURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think life is designed to work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of myths about relationships that a friend and I thought of just now.  It&apos;s really long.  Think while you&apos;re reading it: have you noticed these things and how they&apos;ve affected you?  What other things can you think of that we&apos;ve missed?  Have you found a better way of going about relationships in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List  (with some commentary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a magic person out there, and if you find &apos;the one&apos; they will complete you&lt;br /&gt;A romantic relationship will add a special &apos;magic&apos; and &apos;fire&apos; to your life that nothing else will&lt;br /&gt;A romantic relationship is the most intimate way you can connect with someone&lt;br /&gt;And there are all these things that we are taught to look for from the other person that &quot;prove&quot; that they love us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if love could be proved&lt;br /&gt;or needed to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only love one person at once&lt;br /&gt;and if you love someone else, it means you didn&apos;t really love the first person--&lt;br /&gt;you have to choose!&lt;br /&gt;Once you love someone, you own them,&lt;br /&gt;they are yours!&lt;br /&gt;And you are theirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn&apos;t that sound romantic?&lt;br /&gt;be mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is forever = the physical relationship is forever&lt;br /&gt;the magic person will make you happy&lt;br /&gt;happiness is something that comes from the magic person&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re always waiting for that person to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;and they&apos;re probably doing the same thing to you&lt;br /&gt;if the magic person dies, ends up with someone else, goes away, etc, you must suffer, and be miserable, and experience a deep melodramatic emotionalism&lt;br /&gt;for a long time&lt;br /&gt;before you can &quot;get over it&quot;&lt;br /&gt;and you feel like you&apos;re not worthy or something because you&apos;re not loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different &quot;leagues&quot; and you can only love people who are in your league.&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who are too good for you, and others whom you are too good for.&lt;br /&gt;For women, it&apos;s most important that they be sexual, and look like britney spears&lt;br /&gt;And for men, they must make a lot of money, be really materialistic, and be willing to fight other guys to defend their ego.&lt;br /&gt;When you find your magic person you have to make this binding promise that you&apos;ll be together yourwhole life to protect each other from uncertainty of what might happen to the relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex totally = love&lt;br /&gt;physical sex is the highest point of love&lt;br /&gt;and if the magic goes away once you&apos;re with the magic person, you&apos;re fucked&lt;br /&gt;which is what happens to most people.&lt;br /&gt;People are objects which only one person can possess at a time!&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone else, then you&apos;ve betrayed the other person you loved&lt;br /&gt;and you spend much of your time afraid that the other person will love someone else as well and leave you.&lt;br /&gt;If they love someone else, it means you&apos;re losing your special possession&lt;br /&gt;so you have to control their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s an insult to your worth as a person&lt;br /&gt;a blow to your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&apos;re attracted to other people, it means you&apos;ve done something wrong, and you must repress your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You can only be attracted to the magic person, and all other people must cease being attractive to you.&lt;br /&gt;If you are attracted to someone else, and if you even think about interacting with them in any affectionate way, you must feel very guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Shame is really important.&lt;br /&gt;You should always shame yourself into being the right way!&lt;br /&gt;You can only give of yourself to one person&lt;br /&gt;and you should do everything with that person, be with them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;There shouldn&apos;t be anyone else in your life with whom you have as substantial an emotional connection&lt;br /&gt;of the same gender at least&lt;br /&gt;you can have other friends of the same gender, but not the gender that the special person is&lt;br /&gt;unless your gay, then it&apos;s the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other friends aren&apos;t nearly so important, they&apos;re mostly just there to support you in finding and maintaining that romantic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;the romantic relationship will be the final thing in your life which fulfills you and completes you&lt;br /&gt;ending any sort of desire for future relationships or experiences&lt;br /&gt;and you should get married, settle down, have kids, and then be really materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;Buying lots of things, even all kinds of things you don&apos;t need.&lt;br /&gt;You should create a need for them&lt;br /&gt;and go golfing&lt;br /&gt;and make more money, so that you can consume even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you should be anxious and worry all the time, because responsible people are always worrying&lt;br /&gt;you express your love in the form of THINGS&lt;br /&gt;worrying about how they&apos;ll get more things, and keep the things they have&lt;br /&gt;if you don&apos;t give your loved ones certain things you don&apos;t really love them.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest way you can tell someone you love them, is to buy them an expensive diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s your duty to buy lots of things for them&lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s their duty to provide sex to you&lt;br /&gt;and if you ever don&apos;t feel like having sex with them, it means you don&apos;t love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s your duty to support the other person emotionally&lt;br /&gt;you must become totally involved in all their emotional battles&lt;br /&gt;and listen to all their problems.&lt;br /&gt;If they are worried about something, you must be worried about it too&lt;br /&gt;if they are upset, you must be upset too, or it means you don&apos;t love them.&lt;br /&gt;They should be able to take all their emotional sustenance from you.&lt;br /&gt;You should really function as one person&lt;br /&gt;like this big amoeba&lt;br /&gt;that is emotionally and spiritually and physically linked at every level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence is a sign of lack of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You should always be thinking of and considering the other person in every decision you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man, there are a lot of these&lt;br /&gt;our society really screws us over with this stuff&lt;br /&gt;we could go on forever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old view of relationships causes CONSTANT suffering and anxiety&lt;br /&gt;constant mental activity to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve had enough of those--&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re always thinking trying to figure out how to do things exactly right&lt;br /&gt;to produce the desired response&lt;br /&gt;and trying to figure out if that person actually feels exactly how you want them to&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s a hideous game&lt;br /&gt;two selves competing&lt;br /&gt;not a love relationship but a WAR!!&lt;br /&gt;a contest of interests&lt;br /&gt;the other person feels more like your enemy than your friend&lt;br /&gt;you are strategizing, trying to predict and counter and such&lt;br /&gt;sooo much suffering&lt;br /&gt;you reach this point where you can&apos;t imagine living with the person, or without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick relationships are like any other addiciton&lt;br /&gt;we live in an addictive society&lt;br /&gt;people sugar drugs alcohol computers tv work .... pretty much everything out there can easily be an addiction&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s a huge spiritual void at the heart of america&lt;br /&gt;created mainly by unchecked capitalism and consumerism&lt;br /&gt;supermaterialism&lt;br /&gt;ech, it&apos;s sickening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone in AA once told me that people suffer from Magic Person Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;you just have to find the magic person to complete, and everything will be OK&lt;br /&gt;sounds like something a five-year-old might say...&lt;br /&gt;like we&apos;re taking relationship advice from five-year-olds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have these things affected you?  How can we make them better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my friend) was driven to drugs at a young age out of feelings of isolation, loneliness, helplessness, emptiness..&lt;br /&gt;it was really the collective spiritual sickness of our culture bearing down on me&lt;br /&gt;so many people have those feelings and they&apos;re just called &quot;mentally ill&quot; or something&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;I was powerless, it was such a greater force than me&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t have the spiritual tools I have now to fend it off&lt;br /&gt;it just overcame me&lt;br /&gt;we are so fortunate to have finally come across those tools&lt;br /&gt;they literally have saved my life&lt;br /&gt;the spiritual black hole of this country and this society really sucked me in and spit me out&lt;br /&gt;and it really made me suffer, and I was always looking for a way out&lt;br /&gt;a way for things to be right&lt;br /&gt;things felt really wrong, I felt really out of place&lt;br /&gt;I thought drugs could save me&lt;br /&gt;but they only fueled the fire&lt;br /&gt;ultimately spiritual principles were what saved me&lt;br /&gt;taught me to separate myself from it&lt;br /&gt;and all the great teachers I have had in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we) have a vision of a much freer, more independent, more mature relationship between two individuals&lt;br /&gt;with spirituality as the basis&lt;br /&gt;and a life that balances not on one person, but on a network of many&lt;br /&gt;with the real dependence taken from the higher power, the true self&lt;br /&gt;it is so exciting to realize and experience that things can really be that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byby insanity!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2005 18:48:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>why does this happen?</title>
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  <description>how wonderful&lt;br /&gt;when you look into someone&apos;s eyes&lt;br /&gt;smiling&lt;br /&gt;shining like the sun&lt;br /&gt;sharing joy love peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look into someone else&apos;s smiling eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what do you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the same entity&lt;br /&gt;shining back at you&lt;br /&gt;as you saw&lt;br /&gt;in the first person&apos;s eyes</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 21:42:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Day 6 of fasting</title>
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  <description>I decided to go on this 7 day fast in which all I do is drink water, tea, and a mixture of psyllium husks and bentonite clay.  Which turned out, by the 4th day, to be pretty hard to choke down.  But I&apos;ve learned now how to do it without gagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psyllium husk scrapes all the gunk from your intestines, and bentonite, through its enourmous negative charge, attracts all the positively-charged toxins in your body to it, and subsequently, out they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&apos;ll discuss what prompted me to do this some other time.  Right now, I don&apos;t feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what happens after you eat for 6 days, you pretty much don&apos;t feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body doesn&apos;t feel like keeping itself warm anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I&apos;m kinda frustrated with the whole concept of eating.  It took so much energy and time.  I feel like there are much better things I could be doing.  But I don&apos;t know how to keep my body running without eating yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2005 18:44:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FASTING IS FUN!!!!</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2005 01:11:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>update on my life</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m still loving Kung Fu.  I don&apos;t know why.  It&apos;s gritty, tough work, takes lots of practice, and beats down my ego, because I&apos;m bad at it.  Not to mention that the other students and the teacher make fun of everyone all the time.  I have to get used to the fact that I&apos;m a raw beginner, that&apos;s all there is to it.  I know nothing about fighting.  There&apos;s no way I can be naturally &quot;good&quot; at it, the way it seemed like I was with so many other things.  I won&apos;t even be remotely OK at it for a few years, probably.  The teacher shows us moves and I don&apos;t get them.  I practice strikes and kicks only to be corrected over and over again.  Stephe the teacher watches me and says, flatly, &quot;No.  You&apos;re doing it wrong.&quot;  That&apos;s all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ego can&apos;t handle it.  It hates it.  It&apos;s losing the battle for my soul, fast.  It tries to convince me that these people are mean, that I should maybe leave, go somewhere where people are always telling me what a good job I&apos;m doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hahaha!  I still love it here.  No matter how much my ego smarts.  Out of the calm within me somewhere comes reassurance that this is where real learning enters in.  This is where...somehow...this is the only place to be.  This is the School of Life.  With actual Help in Learning Real Life Lessons from Wiser Individuals.  It feels more like real &quot;school&quot; than anything I&apos;ve done since Waldorf.  Maybe even since kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, my mind tells me when I let it, it&apos;s not like anyone&apos;s REALLY mean here at Silent Dragon.  The teasing is affectionate, though it touches right on each individual&apos;s points of conflict or weaknesses.  Everyone gets teased, not just me.  Stephe tells everyone when they&apos;re wrong.  And I&apos;m the newest person in class, so of course I&apos;m bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it.  I can&apos;t imagine myself anywhere else.  I love doing lots of hard excercise and learning to withstand pain and train my body and reflexes and mind.  I&apos;m learning How Things Really Are.  Not some abstract theories or &quot;facts&quot; and how some dude a long time ago came up with them.  Not having my thoughts and the thoughts of others judged for their validity according to someone else&apos;s view of how people should look at the world.  I&apos;m learning about anatomy and physics and psychology the only way one can truly learn about them: by TESTING them, over and over again, myself, bodily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I&apos;ve always wanted to learn martial arts.  Somehow this desire filtered into me when I was very young.  At the age of three I created a whole imaginary country of people with square heads, who were warriors, and I was their king.  I remember wanting to learn karate when I was six.  And again later.  Why?  Where did I get this idea?  Why did I feel like it would be such an important addition to my education?  Everything I heard about how martial arts is often taught appealed to me.  The master sternly teaching the student humility, discipline, respect, care for the body, responsibility, perseverence and honor.  How did I even know anything about those aspects of martial arts teaching when I was a little kid?  Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to go back to college, to those wimpy, nebulous no-one-really-knows-anything classes!  But if I do, I know what I&apos;ll focus on.  Science.  That&apos;s the subject in Western education that seems to me to be closer to reality than all those other wussy subjects.  I decided that my major at Antioch was going to be Western science and the study of other parallel worldviews, the &quot;science&quot; of, for example, the Chinese, Native Americans and Africans.  I didn&apos;t pick any specific group of people to focus on yet, but of course I&apos;m particularly interested in the Chinese and Native American world views.  Indigenous worldviews and &quot;shamanism&quot; are very interesting, as well as those from &quot;civilized&quot; areas other than those under European influence, like China and India (what else?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a school around HERE where I can study, while still going to Silent Dragon, and pursue the same major I&apos;d created for myself at Antioch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d also like to get into some kind of humanitarian thing, eventually.  That is, I want to learn more about caring and loving and healing, to contrast with my study of the &quot;hard&quot; science of martial arts.  But I&apos;m not going to college for that, no way!  I want to learn from a real teacher.  A Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey life is good!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2005 23:46:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>quotes</title>
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  <description>Nothing real can be threatened.  Nothing unreal exists.  Herein lies the peace of God.&lt;br&gt;
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If you stop investing it with &quot;Selfness&quot;, the mind loses its compulsive
quality, which basically is the compulsion to judge, and so to resist
what is, which creates conflict, drama, and new pain.&amp;nbsp; In fact,
the moment that judgement stops through acceptance of what is, you are
free of the mind.&amp;nbsp; You have made room for love, for joy, for
peace.&amp;nbsp; First you stop judging yourself; then you stop judging
your partner.&amp;nbsp; The greatest catalyst for change in a relationship
is complete acceptance of your partner as he or she is, without needing
to judge or change them in any way.&amp;nbsp; That immediately takes you
beyond ego.&amp;nbsp; All mind games and all addictive clinging are then
over.&amp;nbsp; There are no victims and no perpetrators anymore, no
accuser and no accused.&amp;nbsp; This is also the end of all codependency,
of being drawin into somebody else&apos;s unconscious pattern and thereby
enabling it to continue.&amp;nbsp; You will then either separate--in
love--or move ever deeply into the Now together--into Being.&amp;nbsp; Can
it be that simple?&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is that simple.&lt;br&gt;
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Love is a state of Being.&amp;nbsp; Your love is not outside; it is deep
within you.&amp;nbsp; You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you.&amp;nbsp;
It is not dependent on some other body, some external form.&amp;nbsp; In
the stillness of your presence, you can feel your own formless and
timeless reality as the unmanifested life that animates your physical
form.&amp;nbsp; You can then feel the same life deep within every other
human and every other creature.&amp;nbsp; You look beyond the veil of form
and separation.&amp;nbsp; This is the realization of oneness.&amp;nbsp; This is
love.&lt;br&gt;
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What is God?&amp;nbsp; The eternal One Life, underneath all the forms of
life.&amp;nbsp; What is love?&amp;nbsp; To feel the presence of that One Life
deep within yourself and within all creatures.&amp;nbsp; To be it.&amp;nbsp;
Therefore, all love is the love of God.&lt;br&gt;
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--Eckhart Tolle, &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;The Power of Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2005 23:36:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sort of lonely</title>
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  <description>On this dark, overcast day&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this living room that I call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a friend nearby who I could call on when I was lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey wanna hang out?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time in an intermittent state of social akwardness is NO FUN.  Intermittent because when I coax and coach myself enough, I push those boundaries and begin to break free.  But lazy me.  Most of the time I&apos;m waiting for someone else to appear, someone who magically loves me enough to pull me out of my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don&apos;t work that way.  I know it.  It&apos;s no use to count on someone appearing to help me.  I am the only one who can truly do this for myself.  I&apos;ve been so lucky that someone did this for me before.  What are the chances that it&apos;ll happen again?  Very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with Chickenmonkey boy, I couldn&apos;t get enough space.  All I wanted was to be on my own.  When I had the chance to hang out with others, I was too burned out, drained of all interest in other people.  Now I&apos;m out of practice.  I lived with that boy for a YEAR!  Now there are a lot of people around me whom I like, who I&apos;d really love to hang out with, but I don&apos;t know how to make friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickenmonkeyboy visited me for five days last week.  It took so much energy out of me.  He had lots of grumpiness built up in him from jetlag and crappy living situation in Japan and at home.  Whenever I&apos;m around him I feel like I&apos;m holding the weight of his unhappiness.  It&apos;s very tiring.  I don&apos;t want to live with him for awhile.  But he&apos;s pushing me so hard to live with him again.  He wants to get a job and an apartment here and study martial arts as well.  A while ago, I would have been so happy that he wanted to, as well.  But now, I just wish he could be independent.  I don&apos;t want to give him all of my attention anymore!  He&apos;s such a sweet boy.  I will always love him.  But I don&apos;t want to be his mom.  I don&apos;t want to be addicted to him or him to be addicted to me.  I want to be able to free my love, spread it among everyone I meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are weird.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 21:20:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>why am I here?</title>
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  <description>My first night at Antioch, I was so excited I couldn&apos;t sleep.  Excited at the prospect of...I knew not what.  I left my room, left my dorm, headed out into the warm, humid night, into the sound of chirping crickets and croaking frogs.  I sauntered about slowly, looking for...something, I knew not what.  I found a boy hitting a flagpole with a stick.  What could he be doing?  Well, no harm in asking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m practicing kung fu,&quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung fu??!  I had always been interested in martial arts.  And so this boy talked to me for a while longer.  He spoke magical words of fun and challenge and human potential, honor and mysticism, superhuman teachers, a group of Antioch friends who practiced Kung Fu together.  Everything I&apos;d always sought, but never quite believed existed.  In that moment, I knew I had come to the right place, because...I had come there for THIS!  I would learn Kung Fu here, I decided, from this boy and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following weeks, I met some of his friends (Chickenmonkeyboy was one), and began to learn a some martial arts, and about subtle energy and meditation.  And I was so excited, so in love with these things that I was learning.  But gradually that rosy glow wore off.  None of the classes I took at the college itself were as wonderful as all of these new things I wanted to learn.  And my new friends, though sincere, dedicated students, weren&apos;t teachers, and had their own, busy lives as Antioch students as well.  Chickenmonkeyboy, in particular, with whom I quickly began to spend most of my time, was depressed, unhealthy, and very negative for much of the time.  I sunk very suddenly and unexpectedly into a state of depressed anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve spent much of my time since then in that state, shifting about the country and the world, searching for a place where I could be happy again, where I could learn something and be truly excited about it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve thought about this many times, but for some reason--I thought either I wasn&apos;t ready, wasn&apos;t mature enough, didn&apos;t have enough money, wasn&apos;t wise enough, whatever--to come here.  That is, to come to Silent Dragon, the kung fu school of which that boy long ago at Antioch spoke to me.  Why did I think all those things?  Well the money thing was true.  But I had even met the teacher, and he told me over and over again that he&apos;d love to have me at Silent Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 20:28:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m in CT now.  I came to study at Silent Dragon.  I went to my first Kung Fu class last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...well...normal.  Natural.  Real.  The most genuine experience I&apos;ve had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel...could it be so?...I went to Antioch just so that I could end up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long now I&apos;ve been searching, feeling that wherever I am, it&apos;s not where I should be, wanting to always move on.  Without really being aware of it.  But now...here I am...and it&apos;s clear to me that I&apos;ve been searching for a long time.  And now I have no desire to go on searching.  I am right here and this is where I&apos;m meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t felt like this since Mammoth Cave, fall of 2001.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 07:33:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>pooetry</title>
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  <description>cold lonely summer nights&lt;br /&gt;without you here to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i get into this place&lt;br /&gt;where i can&apos;t even keep myself company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know how to hold myself up&lt;br /&gt;carry myself along&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i see the light&lt;br /&gt;but the next day it&apos;s gone&lt;br /&gt;one of these days i&apos;ll learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look past the external world&apos;s flaws&lt;br /&gt;give up seeking inspiration&lt;br /&gt;and peek&lt;br /&gt;into myself&lt;br /&gt;and find out&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;easy&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(change is constant, anyway, is it not, brain?)&lt;br /&gt;(yes, so it is, you&apos;re probably making more effort trying to &quot;stay the same&quot; than you would be if you accepted your natural state as a changing being)&lt;br /&gt;(what does that mean?)&lt;br /&gt;(i don&apos;t know)&lt;br /&gt;(let&apos;s find out, shall we?)</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 07:33:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>where i examine myself piece by piece and find that most of me doesn&apos;t make sense</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m at home now.  It makes me sort of grumpy.  These days, I usually have this feeling of dread in my belly when I go home.  I have a vague feeling of stage fright, like I have to spend my time acting like someone else when I&apos;m at home.  I don&apos;t &quot;have to&quot;, I know, but there&apos;s a lot of pressure.  Mostly from myself, I presume.  I don&apos;t feel comfortable with myself the way I am right now.  I feel like I don&apos;t fit in here.  Come to think of it, I feel like that most places, with most people.  What I want to do with myself, is not respected or taken seriously by most people I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who&apos;s problem is that now?  Their own, of course.  Here I am complaining about other people&apos;s problems, which they themselves probably don&apos;t have problems with, so really what am I complaining about?  A whole bunch of hot air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sort of treats me like a stranger these days.  Somehow she decided that since we haven&apos;t seen one another in a long time, she should use meaningless, superficial small talk around me.  I complained about it to her today.  I feel like we have this barrier of fakeness between each other.  In fact, I think it&apos;s been there for most of my life, with my mom.  I&apos;d like to have it gone now.  I made progress though, by actually telling her about it and how much it bothered me today!  I&apos;m not sure how much she understood.  She said she did.  I probably wasn&apos;t very clear.  I could have explained it better.  I could be more in touch with my own feelings.  It kind of spilled out, like I was a pot of milk that had been slowly simmering until it finally foamed over, knocking the lid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad&apos;s thoroughly intellectual.  He doesn&apos;t trust his own ideas about things very much--they have to be proven or stated first by someone else in some kind of scientific journal or academic paper.  They have to be based on someone else&apos;s research.  I keep getting in arguments with him about things that don&apos;t really matter, just because I&apos;m kind of annoyed at...what??  The premise that the whole world can be understood and explained by the intellect, which seems to be a very prevalent belief these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it affecting me?  I do it sometimes.  What does that have to do with my dad?  He&apos;s not a &quot;good influence&quot; on me, not the kind I want anyway.  Why do I want my dad to be something he&apos;s not?  Useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got really annoyed when, coming into the U.S., I found myself able to understand almost everything that was said around me, and found that it was mostly things that I didn&apos;t want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for wanting to hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing in my journal, because I bring all these sillinesses to the forefront of my consciousness, and realize how funny I&apos;m being.  Then I can just laugh at myself, and let go.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 21:32:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hi kids</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s the middle of the night in Japan, and somewhere within each of us, there is a mischievous kid just WAITING to fuck up everything we&apos;ve been resting our hopes on.  Just to show us, of course, that it&apos;s not worth it to rest our hopes on such things, or to rest anything on anything, for that matter.  Unless we WANT to fall down, &apos;cause it&apos;s bound to happen sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, it&apos;s not that bad, we&apos;re all resourceful beings, what did we create ourselves for, after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises at 4:15 AM here, it&apos;s pretty amazing.  But no, our lattitude is not that high, it also gets dark here at about 7:15 pm.  We must be on the edge of a time zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, we are approaching a huge choice, which is to be presented to all of humankind by the forces of nature, which WE OURSELVES created, don&apos;t forget.  The Earth is losing a huge percentage of its diversity of life, ecosystems, and culture.  We&apos;re needlessly forcing the soil to grow huge amounts of food, taxing its nutrients, only to artificially replace SOME of the nutrients and grow the same giant quantity of food the next year.  We&apos;re feeding a large amount of that food to animals, to produce a much smaller amount of meat for a small, rich population of the Earth to consume, while the majority of human beings live in relative poverty.  We&apos;re destroying huge sections of the most diverse areas of the world every year, neglecting to search for the nutrients, medicines and teachings that are available to us within those complex ecosystems, and the cultures that they house.  We&apos;re dirtying the atmosphere, the air that we breathe and that all other living beings on this planet breathe, causing it to hold in heat, reducing its ability to shield us from solar rays that can harm our fragile bodies.  We&apos;re using our energy to develop technology that runs on some of the most limited resources this planet has to offer, and ignoring the fact that when those resources run out, we&apos;ll need drastically different technology in order to keep our current system running, and to keep a lot of people from dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re burying ourselves in mind-controlling, sense-overtaking, addictive devices that separate us from the true nature of the world.  We&apos;re tasting, touching, watching, hearing, feeling an artificial world that&apos;s removed from THAT--which we percieve as something to set ourselves against, something unfriendly, uncaring, predatory, something to obliterate from existence, until all that&apos;s left is EXACTLY AS WE PLANNED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who&apos;s doing the planning?  Are &quot;they&quot; actually consciously creating an environment that&apos;s going to nurture and support us, fulfill us and keep us healthy, to our utmost potential, the way we want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &quot;they&quot; even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I checked, those who have taken the most control for themselves over the evolution of humankind as a species have been those who want to exploit others in order to rake in a shitload of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that that&apos;s &quot;wrong&quot; or &quot;bad&quot;--but seriously folks, is this really who we want to be?  Is this going to lead us in the direction we really want to go?  Needing--buying--needing--buying--oh wait, I just can&apos;t live without that one little thing--oh yeah, if I don&apos;t satisfy my curiosity about what that food would taste like RIGHT NOW--I&apos;d--well, I don&apos;t know exactly what I&apos;d do, but it wouldn&apos;t be good, let me tell you.  I better not risk that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making a mockery of our true potential as a species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to go down this way?  Are we going to let ourselves fall and disappear from further existence in the universe because--OH WAIT--I just can&apos;t miss that TV show!!!  Bring me a foily-plasticky bag of those orange, tangy, cheesy-flavored powder-coated crunchy thingies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s your choice to make.  It&apos;s my choice to make.  It&apos;s your best friend&apos;s little brother&apos;s girlfriend&apos;s choice to make.  It&apos;s the choice of the infant born seven minutes and thirteen seconds ago somewhere in the middle of India; and the CEO of the largest soft-drink company in the world; and the banana vendor on the side of the highway in Oaxaca; the 9-year old factory worker in China; the waitress at the restaurant on top of the Space Needle; and EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THE REST OF THE 6 BILLION OF US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?  If we fail--if we perish in flames, or waste away of starvation, or are vaporized in a nuclear holocaust, or are wiped off the earth by a flood or any other of the numerous possible &quot;natural disasters&quot; that could occur--we did it to ourselves.  It&apos;s your responsibility.  It&apos;s my responsibility.  It&apos;s your best friend&apos;s little brother&apos;s girlfriend&apos;s responsibility.  It&apos;s the responsibility of--well, you get the picture.  EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you&apos;re thinkin&apos;, that&apos;s way too difficult for little ol&apos; ME to bring about, some kind of change, I mean, what are you talking about?  Look at how many of us there are!  And really, some people are good at this stuff, you know, raising a ruckus, protesting stuff, making people listen to them, trying to make change, but even them, what do they accomplish?  And me, I&apos;m so much less...well, you know...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can bring about change in the world, and believe me, it doesn&apos;t have to involve going back to hunter-gatherer days, back to the stone age, to boring old work-all-day drudgery.  Although---hey, the stone age sounds pretty fun to me.  I heard in Anthropology class that on average, hunter-gatherers only have to work four hours a day to survive, and the rest of the day they can spend relaxing or exploring or climbing stuff or playing or wrestling or talking to monkeys or whatever they like to do.  Sounds like a piece of cake!  Anyway, we don&apos;t have to do that.  It&apos;s not like technology is BAD or anything, it&apos;s just, like, if it were altered a little bit, used in a different fashion, for a different purpose, taking different laws of physics into account, it wouldn&apos;t DESTROY our world and us along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now we&apos;ve got something to do, there&apos;s no reason to be bored, because we&apos;ve got a new purpose, the purpose of change, of bringing about a new society, one founded on reason and love and freedom, not on restriction and profit and exploitation!  This is what we created, the society we have now, and now we can use our creative power to transform what we have made into something new.  Not that it&apos;s &quot;bad&quot; and everything should be discarded--but it is an experiment, an experience that we have given ourselves, and now that we&apos;ve done that, we can move on to create something even more wonderful, something that fulfills an even grander dream about ourselves and our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s not give up our responsibility, &apos;cause with it, we&apos;re throwing away our power of choice, our ability to choose for ourselves the present and future that we truly want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s what I&apos;m learning how to do now--to choose consciously who I am going to be and what i am going to contribute to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to join me?</description>
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  <title>a message from God</title>
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  <description>This is from the book &quot;Conversations with God 2&quot;, by Neale Donald Walsch.  From the last couple pages.
 &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I have said, &quot;God is everything, and God becomes everything. There is
nothing which God is not, and all that God is experiencing of Itself,
God is experiencing in, as, and through you.&quot; In My purest form, I am
the Absolute. I am Absolutely Everything, and therefore, I need, want,
and demand absolutely nothing.
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From this absolutely pure form, I am as you make Me. It is as if you
were finally to see God and say, &quot;Well, what do you make of that?&quot; Yet,
no matter what you make of Me, I cannot forget, and will always return
to, My Purest Form. All the rest is fiction. It is something you are&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; making up&lt;/span&gt;.

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There are those who would make Me a jealous God; but who could be jealous when one has, and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;, Everything?

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There are those who would make Me a wrathful God; but what could cause
Me to be angry when I can not be hurt or damaged in any way?&lt;br&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;There are those who would make Me a vengeful God; but on whom would I take vengeance, since all that exists is Me?

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And why would I punish Myself for simply creating? Or, if you must
think of us as separate, why would I create you, give YOU the power to
create, give you the freedom of choice to create what you wish to
experience, then punish you forever for making the &quot;wrong&quot; choice?
I tell you this: I would not do such a thing--and inn that truth lies
your freedom from the tyranny of God.
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In truth, there IS no tyranny--except in your imagination.
You may come home whenever you wish. We can be together again whenever
you want. The ecstacy of your union with Me is yours to know again. At
the drop of a hat. At the feel of the wind on your face. At the sound
of a cricket under diamond skies on a summer night.
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At the first sight of a rainbow and the first cry of a newborn babe. At
the last ray of a spectacular sunset and the last breath in a
spectacular life.
I am with you always, even unto the end of time. Your union with Me is
complete--it always was, always is, and always will be.
You and I ARE One--both now and even forevermore.
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Go now, and make of your life a statement of this truth.
Cause your days and nights to be reflections of the highest idea within
you. Allow your moments of Now to be filled with the spectacular
ecstasy of God made manifest through you. Do it through the expression
of your Love, eternal and unconditional, for all those whose lives you
touch. &lt;br&gt;
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Be a light unto the darkness, and curse it not.

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Be a bringer of the light.

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You &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; that.

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So be it.</description>
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