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Hell Realm
anataman
Who needs a title?Where am I? Veteran
Does anyone know how to get out of it. It's really nasty in here!
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There you will find a one taste regardless of what you are looking at.
Then examine where exactly that one taste is.
Keep observing until you resolve the perception.
The solution will be obvious.
Right cushion - support me in the coming weeks!
So clever, so trite.
Welcome to the world of Mr Cushion
your seat has been warmed . . .
If I remember correctly, someone needs to do merit, transfer it to you. And that includes vegetarian feasts... yup. Anyhow, I'll put out some food for you if you're a hungry ghost and transfer all the merit from this evenings feast to your karmic account.
"The Buddha instructed Maudgalyayana to place some pieces of food on a clean plate, recite a mantra seven times to bless the food, snap his fingers to invite his mother and then lay the food on clean ground. The Buddha said that this would satisfy the hunger of the hungry ghost. Maudgalyayana’s mother was then reborn as a dog under the care of a noble family. However Maudgalyayana wished for his mother to be reborn a human. He again went to the Buddha for advice. The Buddha then told Maudgalyayana to offer food and drink to 500 monks on the 15th day of the 7th month, the day that marked the end of the rains retreat. By performing this deed, Maudgalyayana created the merit that caused his mother to be reborn as a human."
Let's see if I can be more tolerant of all your views and comments over the coming weeks and guided by compassion perhaps I can help one or two of you like I have been helped this week. Sense of humour ain't gonna change though, sorry!
(Right 12 hail Mary's - NO NO NO - How long do you want to stay here. Sit and shut up before they tell you to).
Mettha
At the centre
of the spinning circle
sits the joker
with a mirror
in his hand,
reflecting all to everyone
to help them understand.
His face is fierce, yet gentle,
his eyes, they pierce you through,
you cannot escape his gaze
no matter where you go,
no matter what you do.
His smile is warm, he draws in you in,
he is so calm, why are you
so confused by him?
Your thoughts are like a raging storm
between the whirling sky and sea,
nothing seems certain any more,
nothing’s how it used to be.
Once things were clear in black and white,
you thought you knew the wrong from right,
you drew the line, and cut it fine,
between the day and night;
but now your world is crumbling,
there’s nowhere you can call your own,
nothing’s solid anymore,
not even cities made of stone,
not even your own body,
not even flesh and blood,
not even skin and bone.
The sun and moon are falling on your head,
the stars are tumbling down,
flowers sing like angels,
in the winter town.
The dead are living, the living dead,
fire turns to water, water burns instead,
silence is so full of sound, time stands still,
you hear the earth turn round.
Your life flashes before you,
is that thunder, or the beating of your heart,
you don’t know if this is the end,
or something new about to start.
You don’t know if you’re dreaming
or if you are awake,
and as you go on spinning
you see the joker’s mirror
reflecting every move you make.
You show him good,
and he will show you evil;
you show him truth,
and he will show you lies;
you show him life,
and he will show you
how all that’s living dies.
You show him happiness,
and he will show you sorrow,
you show him yesterday,
and he will show you tomorrow;
you show him poverty,
and he will show you wealth;
you show him sickness
and he will show you health.
You fall as if forever, falling
spinning round and round,
tumbling into empty space,
without up or down
and thus you will go on falling
until you understand
how opposites arise mutually,
then you and the joker
will dance, hand in hand.
Then you will know the truth:
that all is of one taste;
then you and the joker
will have the same face.
- Unknown
It seems that originally, 'he'.... may actually have been a 'she'......
contemplate
I am.
With your help and support I do